sounds baller, I want to say he is a dj?

I still crack up when I think of that line in my head. Right, surprise, I'm laying down, stomach before all, on the oh-so-comfortable carpeted floor. I swear, I want the majority of my greatest events to happen on this carpeted floor, or if a equal double of the floor.

As Mortimer stated we did have a friend over for the day, mind you, she did forget to mention there was a good-looking guy, with a soft sweater that was over putting up some drapery on the windows all around the house. It was great. Plus the fact I got this neat book today on Primitive art, by Leonhard Adam: http://adbonline.anu.edu.au/biogs/A130699b.htm, looks vaaaaaaairrry promising.

You want to know something sad too? I have yet, to figure out a solid recipe to use for the cake I want to make for sabo tomorrow. Guess i'll be up for a bit sorting through recipes and whatnot, looking for what would maybe the best cake recipe eva.

Here, i'm leaving you with a funny old school marimba video.

With Crying Birds for Fruit

Just found out today that basically the other half of my hometown is moving to Victoria next year... including this band that I like. Also this girl that I knew from high-school (die-school? Lame-o) is coming to UVic to study astro-physics. I would be surprised and impressed but this is the third case I've heard of in my life of friends wanting to devote their lives to the study of... star movement? Combustion? Extreme Math? I really have no idea what physics even involves, being an art-fart myself. This is ironic because an old friend invited me to this physics lecture for tomorrow night by this famous genius man.

Also I found on the website for St.Ann's academy information that indicates that the convent/girl's school may have originally been intended for a mission school for aboriginals, Cowichan in particular. This is exciting to me (especially if I can find the Student Register in the archives tomorrow!) basically because I am a huge nerd.
Shark made sweet potato gnocci today with pesto and sunflower seeds. I made grilled cheese and homefries. Sarah made fresh vegetables sprinkled with peanuts and green herbs and heated up.

It's Sarah's birthday tomorrow. Oh dear, oh dear.

It's all false love and affection

For some reason, I seem unable to upload any pictures without making them tiny. And the writing is blue and underlined. If any of you know how to fix this, be my guest.

I'm listening to techno and finally sent off my resume. Jeeeeeze, about time. Procrastination much? I also just had a nice conversation with my old boss from the pizza shop, who has apparently sold her business and is taking a long-awaited honeymoon. I loved working there. If that job had paid anything more than $8/hour, I would have been the pizza shop girl for life.

Um. What else? I'm at home, finally, thank god. Ems, I ate the orange you gave me for dinner and haven't left my room since I walked in the door. I'm a reclusive hermit in my own home.

It's too Late to Give Them Their Freedom

Hey. Watching the Harrison Ford remake of Sabrina. It's a little creepy, a little cute. Also had a job interview at the juice place with a very stern looking woman who kept telling me to speak up because of the loud blenders. Ok?

Anyway it's been an alright day, so far. And of course even if my French prof gave us 3 extra days to write our papers I will be up until midnight writing it to hand it in tomorrow.

Had a great coffee this morning. The best in town I'd say

A man up north with a beard.

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php/good-stuff/2629-marty-corey-and-sarah-palins-alaska

I'm laying, belly down, on the carpeted floor. Going through the "French Candian Cookbook"that I found when we went on a dump exploration in Yellowknife. The seagulls were extremely huge there and I brought that up to the lady I was working with, she ended up letting me borrow two huge books about birds in the northwest territories. I thought it was cool.

I could do this print without a doubt. Maybe i'll try tomorrow.

I'm just thinking I could most likely do this print with a potato. Carve each piece of the print from a potato, and go from there.

I've just discovered this guy called "Amos Lee" and have around, 30 songs on a playlist going right now. I'm pretty sure him and Corinne (b.r) would be one of the perfect matches of romantic stories of this century if the gods would allow that.
I'm thinking, they could meet in Russia, on a snowy snowy morning, complaining about the lack of english, her with the accent and him without. All dressed very sharp, wool, black jackets and fuzzy scarves. A witty conversation erupts, *explosion, and RA BAM! True love! Even though, technically, I think Corinne might not be looking for that right now, maybe true love isn't suppose to be in her books right now. I know for sure, that this will be a waste of a prayer if one like myself would ever really come down to that. But still, maybe if the gods are reading this, maybe they will give the two a break.

Here, for tonight, i'll leave you with this ridiculous article : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/25/miriam-smith-killed-dog-f_n_813583.html

I think if I were to "grow up" to design gig posters I would be ok with that. Found this awesome website with about a billion different ones instead of analyzing Moliere. I don't think you can blame me. Also walked around staring at the hundred year old houses around my neighbourhood, there is one not far away that is being consumed by ivy.

The up and downstairs neighbours are moving in this week. It's weird after living in this massive house alone for so long (by alone I mean with at least one other person at all times...) They just turned on the shower and I could hear each individual drip of water. Holy hell.

Say My Name, Say My Name

Good news, did not get shot down in History class today. This is always a good thing.

Cheesecake sounds pretty good right now, thanks, Sarah. I'll take you up on that.

At SL's. Just finished watching UP with our friend Will and I'm drinking tea and eating chocolate pilfered from Mark's cupboard. I showed up for work 45mins early today and couldn't seem to sit still. Then, I met up with my friend from Naniamo and we agreed to part ways. So now my face is swollen and I've used up a great majority of the precious toilet paper supply in the house to blow my nose. School tomorrow, and I haven't done any of my readings yet.

All I want to do is go for a really long walk. Anyone up for that?

This is What I would Look Like right now If I Had nasty habits. Lucky I don't have any at all. Jay walking is not a nasty habit, Laura

The other day in my indigenous art class my prof was explaining how songs are a more effective of keeping records (history I guess) than written documents. She used as an example the election where Kennedy ran against Nixon- she's from Alaska- and Kennedy put out a 45 with election jingles to "gain support" of Joe Taxpayer. Anyway the thing is that she was 4 at the time and she can still remember the words to those songs. The other thing is that her brother, who was 6 and supported Nixon while the rest of the family was behind Kennedy, was infinitly jealous about the little record. Her mother finally bought him a Nixon sticker to put on his bike and ride around the neighbourhood. One a day the lady across the street comes up to my prof's mother and goes "oh thank god, I though we were the only ones supporting Nixon in this town." and she had to explain to her that it was only the 6 year old son that wasn't pro-Kennedy.

Politics are funny when you are little. I used to pull for Stockwell Day because I thougt he had a nice smile. At that time he was head of his own little side affiliation. We all know how those turn out.

Anyway walking home from Bretts this morning across the Bay St bridge there was this man yelling obscenities and singing at the top of his lungs following behind us. And Shark here would not pick up her feet and I had visions of impending doom. But we made it home ok, as always.

This looks like the sun.

So, you (Mortimer), brett and I are at the current hot spot in Vic West... eggplant resting, wild meat being cooked and a lasagna being made. This will be the first time i've eat full frontal meat ever since the transition to victoria. It's a big deal.
Not really though.

I've been obsessed with persian cooking lately, mostly because my life is becoming more and more biased in that general direction. And how eggplant is their potato and how they use alot of rose water. I had this brilliant plan where I want to made a rose water cake with white chocolate icing for sabos birthday, except i don't know how to attack it, would the flavor still stand out if I used a awesome white cake batter, and add the flavoring, or how should I go on about this? I've been going through recipes upon, recipes online and I'm still in this confused mixed rough draft about it. I know for sure i have a solid cream cheese, white chocolate icing for the entire thing.... Laura want to come over and enjoy it too? I hear you like cheesecake!

You don't know what you'll find, you don't know what she hides

At home, not yet drinking wine but will be soon. I baked a delicious loaf of banana bread last night and my landlord's dog stole it off the kitchen counter. Hmmph.

I was at work today and talking to Kevin the surgeon, who stopped in the middle of stitching up a wound in the shoulder of a cat with a brain tumour to pose an interesting question, "If you could travel to any time period and meet someone who's dead, and have the chance to have a conversation with them, who would you choose?" And I said Sir Edmund Hillary, which was kind of off the top of my head, but a good choice nonetheless. And when Kev shouted out the question to the whole clinic, one person said Da Vinci, which I thought was a pretty decent option too. So who would you choose?

Just had a brief Facebook convo with an acquaintance from Rez, who is now in Australia. She's going sailing on a famous reef tomorrow. Every time I hear about her, she is doing something fantastic. It's very inspiring, and makes me feel good.

I ate so many doughnuts and so much chocolate at work today. Ohmygod. That place is hazardous to my health.

This is what it looks like outside my window right now. Cloudy but sunny, weird shit. Our friend Shark just brought me a lime sugar cookie with pumpkin seeds a la ReBar. Mmmm.
Also thanks to Miles for the comment. Very true: Nukes change Everything.
Not a lot else to say except I am doing homework on a Friday. This is breaking the second of two rules in my life (the second being never date a man who has concrete memories from before you were born = old) No wonder I have a headache.

Hey that's no way to say goodbye.

well today I made a complete ninny out of myself. In class we were discussing slavery in antebellum America and pre-communist Russia and my prof asks in a long, roundabout way why it is important to study history. And since I am half asleep and stopped listening to his question halfway through he decides to ask me directly my opinion. Definetly not sitting across from him next class. Anyway I stutter through something or other and end by saying basically that I didn't know how to put it into words.

And of course since I am just like that, the question has been bothering me ever since. "WHY IS IT IMPORTANT TO STUDY HISTORY?," sings my heartbeat in chorus. I'll tell you friends and lovers, now that I've had time to think about it.

Concerning slavery in particular: the only other exposure I have had to slavery (especially American) before reading certain articles assigned was in reading Gone with the Wind as a thirteen year old (1018 pages, remains the longest book I have ever read. I was that earnest little girl staring at the tiny print in the hospital waiting room while her brother got his appendix pulled out upstairs). I came to wonder what the big deal was, plantation owners loved their workers and vice versa, how were they supposed to live without each other? At the end of the Civil War in this book the South lay in tatters and black and whites alike wandered the countryside in destitution. Thanks a lot Northern States. This is not to imply that I am proslavery in anyway. I am only saying that evrything depends on your perspective. We study history to shed light on cultural biases and to learn from our own faults, as a nation and an individual. The antebellum South is seen as the "bad guys" now only because they lost the war. They had it coming anyway.

From a different angle, the kwakwak'wakh people of the northwest coast (a First Nations group who's art I have recently been admiring) also held slaves. But this is not often acknowledged, nor are they seen as ignorant or brutal for having them, maybe because it is not a commonly known fact, maybe because they themselves were vanquished. I feel like if history tells us anything it is that the Little Guy always wins, in the end.

All Babies Look the Same, We Still Give Them Different Names

so today the Men put this faux stone tarpy thing over the front and back deck. Man next thing you know we'll have pink stucco and kitschy brown furniture.

Shark, you are in the kitchen blowing Born Ruffians and "looking for a job." I am supposed to be printing off some homework articles that I am supposed to be ready to discuss first thing Thursday. Joy.

I feel weird. I am going to New York in... a month tomorrow? Last night we made pancakes drizzled with aunt jamima's and Jack Daniel's whiskey, according to some recipe that the birthday girl found on youtube. Actually not as bad as it sounds. Actually kind of good if you like your food to provide a burning sensation to your throat. And our "friend" Laura took a video of me choking on a shot of whiskey that went down the wrong tube, and apparently it is the funniest thing she has ever seen bcause by now I'm sure her great aunt in Nova Scotia has seen it. Thanks a whole lot.

People Keep Driving Me in Different Directions.

Had a nice hike today up mt Newton in the John Dean provincial park today- didn't take any pictures because there wasn't anything particularly stunning or out of the usual, just some good old fashion West Coastal forest and a dead deer's head on the side of the road. It was amazing though because all of the people I talked to did not believe that we had blue sky and warm breezes up the mountain while Victoria lay in a swamy torriential downpour.
And I feel like I finally understand that I have been basing my expectations for love life off of Armand Mirpour's music video for Curly Boy's Law. It's all just a bunch o' dodgeball anyhow.

So besides youtube epiphanys and climbing small mountains, its same old same old over here.

This is John Lennon's Car. It is at the Royal BC Museum for a Bit. Sorry the picture sucks. I took it with my telephonay

Life can be good sometimes

That was my day today.

Ohmygoodness. This morning I awoke to find a massive bump on my head and these crazy bruises all over my arm. I also slept in at least three different places last night (all unoccupied, don't worry) because "nowhere was comfortable enough". I won't say that there are gaps in my memory, but parts of it are definitely fuzzy. Ok, almost non-existent. Dammmnn.

Otherwise, there was lots of tea and a mushroom and cheese omelet for lunch. TB made these absolutely disgusting breaded jalapeno peppers stuffed with cream cheese. Actually, maybe they were good, but spicy foods and I just don't get along. And I napped and read Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and wondered how much of the book was based on actual fact. I mean, if there was a murdered man in your research facility, the first person to call would probably not be a symbologist. And it was kind of funny, because the book stresses all of these high-powered technological gadgets, but they still referred to using cassette players in the cars.

The aforementioned boarding school friend finally made it back to the house around two this afternoon with nothing but a jug of milk and a huge smile. Fairly hilarious.

Well hi.

I am back at the homework work'a work-work. Listening to Andrew Bird and chipping away at room-mate #3's sourdough creation. The work is grading other student's analytical history essays about "outsider control of Aboriginal tradition" or some such. So far its a blast. Makes one wonder how kids can get to 3rd year uni without learning how to cite properly. Jesus H.

Anyway last night was at the birthday party of a friend who admitted that night that he tried coke for no better reason than "I went to Boarding school." Which is cool I guess, just unexpected of a guy so neat and polite, you know?

And for some reason (maybe I dreamed about this last night?) I was remembering that time in Mexico when we were going through a toll booth onto the highway in our big van of teenagers and the guards asked us to pull over so that they could go through our bags. Our authority figure assured us that these guards were the "good guys" and there was nothing to worry about, which didn't make me any less nervous of an older man pulling out my dirty undies and giggling. Either way. They turned out to be very respectful and professional and yakity yak. By the end of the inspection they were all laughing and relaxed and they let this one girl we were with hold their massive machine gun and get her picture taken with it. Strange times in Mexico, man.

Hi. I am marvelling about how much the Gilmore Girls eat and yet they never seem to change, width-wise. I am also trying to write 3 pages about this article in my textbook, which is infinetly difficult seeing as I can't concentrate one bit. Good thing it's not due until March 21. We art students know how to procrastinate alright. Also today in my history class all the other kids were going off about their academic backgrounds and their interests in primary sources and here I am. The "fine arts" kid. Oh well. I can be the self righteous one, reminding the hardcore nerds about the fun in the world. Adding Spice to Life. Look at me go.

And also yesterday I was told by a man on the bus that my hair to freckle ratio reminded him of peanut brittle. He added that I must taste like ice cream. I tell you, I get hit on by more old men on the bus than... I dunno.

I keep you in my pocket for when I get home

Hello boys and girls, but mostly girls if I know what I know. Just got back from school and had a coffee, thinking about maybe getting some stuff done in the reading-my-textbook department. Want to hear a funn fact? Apparently the Coast Salish people (First Nations people originating around here) used to breed these small wooly dogs that they sheared like sheep to make blankets. And that my friend, is why I take Art History. It's the tidbits that count.

Also been watching the second season of Skins and those kids go to a lot of clubs (not that they do much else.... besides sex and drugs :D) anyways Shark, the last episode they had the Born Ruffians playing at one of these clubs, and a while back they had Crystal Castles. Talk about Canadian musicians infiltrating the system! One scene on this episode this slightly neurotic girl is asking her teacher how she stopped cutting herself. And the teacher goes "Well I cut myself for awhile... and then I discovered something else. Disco." cue the dance track. Those two have a small dance party in the examination hall, later joined by the principal. I think its things like that that make me love that show.

We are hiding out in my room because this guy in the living room is sanding things down. What a dick

Sing it with me now

Hey everyone. Relaxin' at our friend's house right now, listening to the boys trying to figure out the new PS3. It's a little strange because I kind of showed up uninvited with a bag of parsley and some lime-kumquat hybrids. TB tried one and almost coughed up a lung. Apparently, they are more lime than kumquat.
Today I just kind of lay in bed reading a book about the War of 1812. I also cuddled my bunny and drank a lot of tea, so all in all not too bad. Still, every time I have a lazy day, I feel strangely restless, even though I may have next to no energy. I always feel like I should be exploring research options or climbing mountains or something. But everyone probably feels like that at some point.
Um, yeah. It feels like a lot of personal stuff has happened lately. Like life is moving at a faster pace in a more sensitive direction. I don't mind it too much, actually.
I really liked the way you described that movie, SC. I felt kind of like I had watched it already, but was intrigued and felt like I would enjoy seeing it again. It was, um, lyrical, almost.
We have no snow. Bleh. But the sun outside today made up for it, mostly.

I'm watching this movie right now called "Mary and Max", it's s stop-animation film about this little girl in Australia, eight years old and sort of resembles me in a funny way. She has a birthmark on her forehead (I on the side of my head), thick glasses and a dark hair. She's adorable, she has questions about life and randomly finds the address of a man in a new york phone city phone book while her mom was at the local post office stealing envelopes. She choses to mail him a letter asking him where babies come from in america. Apparently in Australia they come from a pint a beer, she wonders if in america they come from a can of cola.
The man turns out be this 44 year old man. A man who has problems understanding life, and lives in an apartment with his cat, fish and bird. He has three goals in life, one to find a friend , two to have a life time supply of chocolate and third to collect the whole collection of these little figurines.
The whole movie shows them this complicated relationship, with both people just wanting a friend in life. They mail each other back and forth for years. It's sad and happy at the same time.

Today I want to go make tortillas. I've been thinking alot about Fish tacos lately, but have no intention of buying fish to eat.

Did it snow in victoria? It sure did here.

This was that picture I was trying to find on ffffound. I found it. I saw this and thought it was crazy beautiful.

I wish that neither of you were lonely or sad

Um. I just finished a deelish dinner, though it was kind of student fare, nothing fancy. And life is looking up. Here are the reasons why:

1) MY DOG CAME BACK!! Amazing. He was missing for over 5 days. I have no idea where he was, or what goes on in his little doggie brain.
2) My courses rock. Seriously. Today in History 201, we listened to a radio show and had a discussion. I like the profs, I like my classmates. Yesterday in Philosophy, I sat next to a guy who was a 4th year PoliSci student working on his thesis. I asked where he lived, and-you guessed it- he was from The Small Town where Everyone I Meet Grew Up. And he knows Will's older sister.
3) I am living in a city with decent transportation surrounded by friends that I love.
4) My job remains awesome.
5) School is going to be better this term. Seriously, that is such a load off of my (questionable) mind.

The only area that is not going so well is the Area of Love. But it seems like a lot of people are upset about that right now. And y'know what? I don't think I have ever had an argument with anyone I have been involved with. And I don't think that's a good thing.

Hum. Yeah. This guy in my lecture today asked who my favorite philosopher was. And I thought it was a bizarre question and said Camus. And he stared at me and said that I seemed like too happy a person to like ol' Albert, and recommended that I "think about my decision".

There's Just One Map You'll Need

Well. Nothing much is happening here actually. I am both incredibly bored and also lonely but uninspired to leave the house in this weather. Not that I would really go anywhere that exciting.

I know what you mean about being independent though. When I go home for the weekend or whatever, I still have to rely on my parents to drive me everywhere, no wonder they treat me like I'm twelve most of the time. And I don't think anyone our age has thousands saved up in the bank, unless they are working and not doing a hell of a lot else.

Tonight at 630 I have my first Bollywood film class and I would be super excited if I didn't feel like shit and it wasn't 3 hours long. If they go the full class tonight I'mma hit the teacher in the face. Actually maybe not, they are just doing there job after all. My medieval studies prof is oh so pompous. It's almost funny, but also a little irritating. He reeks of role playing fantasy games and also really long and involved medieval poetry. I've got him pegged.

I had this idea about what I wanted to write about earlier but now its completely escaped me. But guess who the painting is of! She never did say if she liked it.

Sup

I'm kindof missing you guys right now. How's Zoola? How are you? Our landlord does sound intense. I wonder if she will be down lots. We should also bring up the fact about painters tape, because not putting anything up on the wall, sounds extremely lame.

Can I tell you a weird thought? Karma Act? The ways the fate pushes in my dirrection? It seems, whenever I try to leave this house there is also a thing, a bump, a mound of something, to jump over. It's pretty rediculous. Maybe I should have been more independant- in the way of... maybe already knowing how to drive? and already ahve thousands saved up in my bank account, so, at the tender age of 19, nearly 20, i could be there. Treating myself to the good life.
Just a thought really. But seriously, I'm under the impression that the gods are giving me a hardtime..

But on the lighter side, I've been really inspired in learning languages and finding this one picture of this... house that I stared at for ages on ffffound. I'll show it to you, once I find it again.

Hope this gloomy day is treating you too nicely.

A HEART IS JUST A FIST WITH BLOOD WRAPPED AROUND IT!

Even the last of the black eye'd babies know

So first day done. So far so good. My french professor is this big African guy with an interesting accent that seems to love really prolonged eye contact. What doesn't help is that there is only about ten people in that class. I need to make some new friends I guess.

I was told yesterday that when people tell me their problems they can't always tell if I care that much. So a new resolution for this year will have to be "be more empathetic" or "give more sympathetic hugs" I dunno about this though. I am who I am, it's going to be a little hard to suddenly switch on this super emotional part of me that people think I am hiding. See, most of the time I know how I am feeling I am not really that attuned to people trying to figure it out.

Anyways. We scraped a few lines in the kitchen door moving the couch in the other day and I am dreading my landlord's reaction. I think I will make plans for all of Friday. I hear their is a movie about Alan Ginsberg playing at school. Maybe I'll hit it up.

What the hell is going on here? Is that a dead soldier on the ceiling?

Nooo to veggie-ism, you crazy readhead, you. Who will be my partner in devouring the flesh of innocent animals?? Jeeze. I'm stuck at YVR right now with slow internet and caffeine jitters. And I saw these two people flying out of Pee Gee with battered cardboard boxes tied together with baling twine. And suitcase handles made of duct tape. Somehow I suspect that they are not catching the flight to Honolulu (which is delayed to 14:36, in case you wanted to know).

Hey hey hey. Have either of you guys heard of Nolan Murray, the mandolin player? I was digging dusty CD's out of the basement and came across his stuff. He is excellent and well worth a listen.

Home was not the same, somehow. My dog is still missing. But life is good.

happy future!

Way to post the biggest picture known to creation. So this is the last day at home until probably Easter, which is a little weird considering I have barely left the house for the past two weeks. And yes, I will be having a hard time heaving my girth out of the front door tomorrow morning. Especially since yesterday I dunked my head (and whole body) in the freezing ocean and was too lazy to wash my hair afterwards. Therefore my head weighs about 40 pounds more of encrusted salt. Dunno what else to say really. Been reading that Tom Robbins book, Still Life With Woodpecker which claims that red heads are demi-gods from a secret planet that taught the ancient civilizations how to make pyramids but were eventually zapped by these other guys from the planet Argon. It also claims that the best way to make love stay is telling it that you are going to Junior's in Brooklyn to buy a cheesecake, and if it sticks around, it can have half. I have heard that Junior's cheesecake is to Die for. I will be trying out this theory in February when I'm in Town.

New Years resolution: play around with vegetarianism. Also quit playing it cool, try something exciting. The goal remains (and you know it): find true love