I sometimes feel like my entire life is filled with dramatic irony; like everyone around me knows something about whats going to happen to me but no one will give me a hint. I know its not true, obviously, no one wants bad things to happen to other people without warning. It kind of feels like Stranger than Fiction.
This morning, I had planned to go to the zoo. I found the block on which the zoo supposedly resides, and looked to no avail for the zoo. However, I did find the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. Filled with dozens of types (thousands) of roses. I also came across the butterfly conservatory- and of course (butterflies being one of my absolute favorite creatures) I had to go. I spent two full hours absorbing breath-taking views of roses and butterflies. Not a bad way to spend a morning.
I was going to pick the ironic picture as a marker of today, though the irony is also what makes that photo insanely cliche. A broken butterfly? may as well fit me for my tight, emo jeans and spike my hair now. I picked a sculpture amidst a lake and beautiful flowers.
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