vancity, v.2.0

here they are, the last subset of photos which are suitable for public consumption.














now, i love vancouver and it's silly self-importantness. everyone hugs trees, loves dogs, and seems to be earthy and beautiful, yet it's like the city would cease to exist if suddenly there was a drought of grande-non-fat-mocha-frappa-yabba-dabba-doo-chinos. my favourite part is that there is at least two starbucks on every block. as my dad would say, 'you can't swing a cat without hitting a starbucks'. so, to fuel the fire, i ordered me up a caramel macchiato. oh, the goodness that is starbucks caffeine.
















look! more aquarium pictures. i love jellyfish, because they have no brains. and they can sting things. the irony of it all, is that the friends episode where monica gets stung by a jellyfish was on tv while i was there. too funny.
















now, this was my favourite fish of the whole trip. if this thing didn't inspire bloat from finding nemo, i dont' know what did. this fish was so dang cool, it made me so excited. it was the weirdest shaped fish in the history of weird shaped fish. i mean, its mouth was always open! it's head was so big! it was awesome, and i'm going to sit here and think about it's awesomeness for a few minutes.
















okay, back to it. this is the cutest thing ever. it's an upside-down beluga. he seemed to enjoy bobbing upside-down infront of the under water viewing tank. up top, you could see his tail going up and down...it was really rather odd...but it looks like he's smiling, and i think it's so sweet. i want to jump in the tank with him, and give him a hug whilst singing 'baby beluga in the deep blue sea..." raffi would be so proud.
















and now, what you've all been waiting for. i ran inside after i saw this to ask if indeed mr. bo-jangles was really a girl, but nobody seemed to have actually ever met mr. bo-jangles. either that, or it is really some kind of company secret that nobody can tell. kind of like the question about whether or not clay aiken is really gay. it's just overlooked, even though everybody already knows the answer.

and that is my trip to vancovuer. it was fun, and i wish i was still there, because now it's cold here and my skin is dry. i miss the smell of the ocean, and the ability to walk five feet from where i am in any direction to an orange-mocha-frappucino.