laura, this is chezick. And I know I'm not ritchie, but I looked at the link you told her about, and was that the chocolate bear that was at your camp?!?! I vaguely remember some chocolate sculpture being auctioned off or won because of something?

Beginning

L Fucking V.
The disputed word was "irregardless" Which means NOTHING because IT DOES NOT EXIST.
Also you are lucky if I shave my legs twice in a month. Single and busy does not really equal time to shave legs.
Today at Breakfast I overheard a woman making fun of her present husband for getting confused on his new medication and trying to open the bathroom door, which he believed to be inside the mattress.
She also made me spend about 30 minutes taking pictures on the stairwell. What a turbo bitch.
I for one, have endless (baffling) energy and a few more dollars than this morning.

I went so far as to forget that people sometimes go to school on Fridays, even though I saw my bosses son this morning and we talked about the nasty things that go on in the kitchen of the Old Spaghetti Factory. I never see that kid.
Anyway, gotta go to campus to watch a delightful film with this Nazi chick who calls her self Laura

RITCHIE, CHECK OUT THIS BLOG, YOU WILL LOVE IT
http://sophiabartholomew.wordpress.com/

We are illness buddies

I, also, have a stuffy nose and a headache and a mild fever and a throat that feels as if it has taken on an itchy, scratchy, fiery life of its own, so you have my complete sympathy.

I have so many socks on the floor right now, and two 5-page papers due on Tuesday that I haven't really done anything on yet, ahem. However, a long, hot bubble bath has dispelled some of these anxieties, especially when coupled with the excellent mushroom ravioli that was on the eating out menu tonight. Yum.

Do you guys shave your legs every week, or, even worse, every day? I was just thinking today, man, what a colossal waste of time this is. I could be composing poetry right now, or raising money for charity, or doing the dishes, or inspiring young people.

Bad news on the tour-guide-and-take-an-irresponsible-semester-off front, I'll letcha know the details when it is worked out further. Allll the details...

Memma, 'irrefutable' is so a word. It is an ADJECTIVE, and refers to something that is IMPOSSIBLE to DENY or DISPROVE. For example, the existence of this word.

post 615, connecting old dots - feelin' sick while doing so.

I'm here, feeling down and sick. I've been making sure there is a roll of tissue paper close by. My nose is suffering. I've tried comforting it with lotions and cold items. My face burns.

So here i am, unable to keep my mind on something constant. I decided to look through pictures. I found this picture of a neat bed. Really neat actually. The mattress was set into the floor, and the white blanket covers it all. I've always been attracted to the pure white blanket/duvet. It was like a treat I only ever got in a hotel room. I'm too cheap to even consider buying something like that brand new, nor active enough to go out into the fabric community to find the materials to be the handy-dandy mistress to make one myself. So it will be forever a dream. 

This bed.

That all being said. I really like the design it offers. Especially in my romantic fantasies. I like the mental picture of the two of us laying down in that bed. Add an extra abundance of pillows, maybe a "side table" a couple inches in height on each side, giving the left side an extra foot away from the window and underneath the window a bookshelf. Because that room is way to bare for me. It;s cold . I wonder if snow is waiting for the next person who steps outside.

I wonder who creates something like this? It reminds me of a sonic bed. It was free-spirited Graeme who suggested we all hit this art gallery up to witness it. It was about two weeks before we were leaving to head up to our placement up north. 

http://hour.ca/2010/04/22/sound-sleep/

The bed was basically a bed. But underneath there was speakers, around your head there was speakers, and in the corners of the room, even more speakers.  It was a experience where every inch of you was listening to the music. It was fucked up music too. But cool none the less. The art gallery it was featured in made me think of someplace that you mortimer, would work. A really neat place. You had to walk up flights of stairs. It wasn't really an art gallery though. It seemed to have everything. Just the room the bed was shown in had some depth... here, check this out : http://www.oboro.net/index_2_e.html . Point is, the bed reminded me of a bed.  Oh and the day we saw the sonic bed, I saw this lovely artsy film in the room over about a cat, decomposing in water. This is the artist, with some more of his work, http://glia.ca/2011/vidGrid_1.html . Creepy vibe.

Anyways, last weekend was the first weekend I brought hard alcohol to a party. Morning after we played 5 hours of marimba and made mostly american cash. I wish our dollar was higher right now. I also have a new penpal from the same place robin hood roamed. Nottinghamshire.And she lives right up the road from sherwood forest. She sounds like a funny girl. anyways, I don't know what else to write. Take careeeeeeeeeeee!!!!@

And there's no more Chicago.

7 Lucky Ninja Kids (trailer) from Cinefamily on Vimeo.
Remember when we thought we could be ninjas when we grew up?

That's Not Just Friendship, That's Romance too.

Day Two in the week.
Had my third annual Rifflandia big woop this weekend. Four days of head bobbing and casual knee bending to the tune of all Kinds of music.
Favourite experience being the one in which a bunch of drunk guys by the name of Hollerado repeatedly sprayed the crowd in confetti and streamers and cursed their mayor (they still killed it)
Second of that same day in which about ten people hyped on "redbull" thrashed around on stage to the tune of something like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3e7O-6xgNk
At which point the lead singer climbed up the scaffolding of the stage and whipped his sweaty face at the crowd. Cute.
And the one single man who danced his shoes into the mud for Every song, regardless of how mellow.
And the nine year old girl full body feeling Felix Cartal.
And leaping down the pews to get a view of Giant Sand but managing to completely desecrate my knee. Thanks, God.
And glancing sideways to see a man sitting on a blanket in the middle of the crowd, reading Dracula.
And Kevin Drew, who refused to leave but kept picking out notes on his keyboard.
But yes. Good stuff, the whole weekend.

But the present, unfortunately smells like tuberculosis and the Inuits and a headache that is not necessarily matching the anxiety that I am not really feeling.
But maybe I have a better appreciating of indie boys and the clouds that will part to let in sunshine.

just-looka-him

note to laura.

If there's any troubles about the rabbit, don't worry about it. We love love love having her around her, and a couple weeks we bought like 20 pounds of pellets and a huge bag of hay and she just loves them both. Don't worry though, that 20 pounds of feed and hay equaled out to about 10 dollars (big spender... I know). Point is, shes is been taken care of! and point is, youll be getting some extra food-stuff...

Anyways, that's all I really wanted to say.
I'm thinking of turning into a female version of Stromae.

Don't let it happen, you'll do just fine. And even if you don't, no one will tell you otherwise

Hola. I'm not sure how a camera can display lewdity?, but just know that I had to run around the city by myself last night, avoiding a massive cluster of partygoers (on a Monday?) and finding books I wanted to take home and couldn't, including a guide to the Dragonflies of BC written by a guy I know.

Sarah, I owe you an apology. I've been avoiding the rabbit issue, but I promise to send you an e-mail tonight.

There is a guy downtown giving out free hugs.

We are always on the edge of something bigger than...

Meant to be reading about OBJECTS and HISTORY of what we called AMERICAN INDIANS in 2006. Instead I am browsing the interweb.

(Andrew Young, Vancouver)
They painted our front door black. I am waiting for some symbol of witchcraft to follow.
No news really. Weant to see Matt and the Muellers last night. Was rewarded with two extra members of the household. One with fake redhair and a Lithuanian accent, the other with a broken heart and a complete lack of propriety that leads him to leave his undies in the middle of other people's living rooms.
Night before I drank and drew with one friend and about nine strangers: the subject moved from batman to Blue Buck to sheep etc etc.
Purchased two disposible cameras and came home to find another one lewdly splayed on my bed.
Currently feeling the anxiety that I relate to expressing by opinion outloud in a circle oriented classroom.

We need to lack the cold toes.

I need a lack of cold toes. My knees are sore. My eye lids are itchy. This room represents something I want right now. Something warm ,  inviting and clean. You know how cold and dirty my own room is right now? Very. Maybe I should make some tea, do some cleaning. 

Tonight I went to band practice. Nothing much happened. I was actually really bored near the end and wished I secretly brought a book to read. I'm actually reading a couple of them right now, but I think the one I would have brought with me would have been... Danger! Do not Shake the Coconut Tree, by Murray Laidlaw. Turns out this guy is a local author, and the only reason I know this, is because in the introduction he talks about Qualicum Beach.

How weird is that though? Qualicum beach. They found this tree at the end of this gravel road, and that is how the entire chapters starts out. "Although a maple, it looked like a coconut and in the fall when it shed it;s leaves, it actually shed its branches as well,  by frost, winds and the assistance of a handsaw." Cute huh? I have a feeling its going to be one of those books where it's going to be a bunch of short stories that somehow connect to themselves in the end for a grand finale. I hate it though that it;s become a theme in movies to do that. Valentines Day sucked balls.

Anyways, tonight, I'm leaving you with a personal bit of my mental being right now and a rap song. The bit of mental being is that I'm really grateful that I can have just pure laughs and not feel like a idiot when I'm talking to c-man kurosh (which is apparently how it should be right?). The rap song is from a duo in vancouver, http://sickvicious.com/ listen to number 7, it's my favorite.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WELCOME BACK TYSON-TAIS -TOI

Every Saint Gets a Paid Vacation

Listening to indie rap. What a novelty! 

Right now I feel like I am forty and yet I am still sitting on the floor with the remnants of my sandwich dinner a twelve page syllabus for this seminar that looks pretty labour intensive. I guess my life has not gone as far as I thought it would in four decades. 

In my Renaissance class there is a Philosophy grade student named Matt who sits in sometimes. He has a prominent under bite. 

While sitting at a booth for UNICEF trying to encourage peppy first years to sign my sheet of paper I caught a glimpse of a guy I met in Mexico two years ago. I also saw a girl that I sat beside for two classes in first year Italian, though I can still remember her name and where she is from. 

I often wonder how other people deal with situations like that. You remember some one, you know exactly where from and yet its been so long that you feel weird about saying hi...

Today in my laundry room I found a bag of empty beer cans and one of those caps with the spinning wings attached to the top, helicopter style. Needless to say that I wore it for a while. The chinstrap was surprisingly loose.

I think what I need is some fresh air. Maybe fresh water. I miss the summer already. 

Sorry to be a downer. Not even sure if this is making sense. 

As a household we are making a concentrated effort to not be negative, to be pleasantly surprised at all times. Today I was pleasantly surprised when... 

I was invited over for birthday cake and batman cartoons for tomorrow evening.

Gonna have to prop my eyelids up with toothpicks if I'm going to finish this reading.

Muscle and Flow

Hi girls.

Sat through 3 classes. Learned a Suffi poem that is not at all relevent to THIS situation but can be found on a princesses tombstone from 1584 in deep South East Asia. I wrote it in my notebook.
Listen. Verily the world is perishable, the world is not everlasting. Verily the world is like a web woven by a spider.
I like this a lot- even if it is a bit defeatist. At the same time it is...comforting. Don't worry because some overweight guy in a ball cap is gonna put his foot through your world anyday now... It's a HUGE day.
I'm in a weird mood because I spent the last 40 minutes talking to my strongest most fearsome friend who was crying his eyes out over lost love and broken hearts. It is difficult to relate as I have only ever learned of heartache through pop songs and romantic tragedies. One day a tall man with a well groomed mustache and a gentle french accent will sweep me away by the pelvis. He will leave me soon after with a heart in tatters and a mysterious smell in my house.
On a less sexual note, the painter of our house (now purple, pics to follow one day) gave me his card today after we got to talking.
This is he: http://www.brushflow.com/
Which is funny because the last artist I met was named Steve also.

Also funny is this story that Alan told us today in class. He said he was in this Italian cultural center in Montreal that was built when Mussolini was everyone's fav. On the walls were non-figural symbols for fascism. He went across the street and through this little park with trees (drew a map on the blackboard) and on the ceiling of the copola there was, on one side, Mussolini and his minions who were smiling at, on the other side, the pope and his cardinals. A little bit horrified, Alan goes across the street and to some coffee shop to cool down. On the walls there were pictures of Mussolini and his bros looking all glorious and propped up by rampant propaganda. Anyway.
Mussolini was Time Magazine's Man of the Year in 1934.

I stole the globe and mail and I don't feel bad about it.

Today is going to be a long day. How do I know? Because I've been up for three hours so far and it's just dragging. I've walked, I've been for a run, I tried to learn the lyrics to a french song, I read a chapter of "european architecture", under my john keats persona, I found out that spanish isn't a prominent language of choice in the great land of australia. I've replied to emails and now I'm here, just sitting here. I don't know what to do.

http://hypem.com/#!/item/1696k/Baja+Marimba+Band+-+Walk+On+By%2A
I'll tell you a story though. Imagine you were in the marimba garage on a normal sunday practice night. It's starting to feel like normal again, for the sun is gone before your practice is done. We have a new member, and the garage door was open. The air was warm enough for us to do so. A mother and a young child and big down walks down the drive way and smiles, thanks us for the wonderful evening music. They stay for a while and watch from the sidelines. Now, here is the fun bit. A man by the name of Ken came by. He looked happy enough. Tanned, and retired. Had a slight quebec accent and to distract him from his bantings, I was going to ask him if it was the accent I presumed. But I didn't. The man wouldn't let a word from anyone in. At least five times he said the statement and idea about what this band of musical youth should do. Were we interested in cruise ship shows? That we should really be interested in cruise ship shows. All of us, as a band should do this. He wanted to take a video of us playing right there and then. He wanted to sent it off to vegas and tell his son who also works on the boats as a dancer to give it to his big time employers. Now let me tell you guys about his son. And I only know all of this because he repeated this no lie, at least five times. Each time pointing to a different girl in the room, and focusing on her and how much she would love his son. His son is 21. He's blond. He resembles a rougher type. He's a dancer and he really knows his craft. He's been dancing on the boat for three years and in his right eye there is a twinkle that makes all the ladies melt, lacking knees. First time he said that, we all smiled and thought it was cute. What a hilarious father. After the 5th time, it was eye rolling and mother fahlon telling him to go away, we needed to practice. He stayed anyways. It was a gong show. And every time he started talking, we had to butt in as fast as we could, say which song we were going to play, explain the parts and play. As fast and as loud as we could so we could halt any attempt of him making conversation. It was hilarious.

Anyways laura, tell me if or whenever you want your rabbit back.

That dog is great though.

This building alone is neat concept. But in everyday life, how useful really is that plastic bit over the top? Over here, I think it would be completely useless. Unless you gathered land that had no trees bigger then the building it self, and in an area that no bird would ever poop on it - then it would be cool. Except we don't live there. So what's my solution to this conundrum? Thanks for asking babe. Take that plastic off, be smart with how you manage the spacial quality of the roof top and be creative. Too bad there isn't a whiteboard application on this blog so I can show you quickly this super plan for a blueprint of the roof. I'm too lazy to go to paint. Anyways...

Got rich today busking. Apparently someone painted a picture of the band in the old school house. apparently it's tiny too. I wanted to go check it out, but I got a free ride home.  A man also gave us free cinnamon buns at the market. It was melty gooey, and I had to pass it on as quickly as I got it. One bit, thats all.

Is it hot down in victoria? Here it is. I've been living of chocolate milk and tomato sandwiches.

This is what I want right now. Nightlife, silly girls around me and male-friends, dressed too hip for the town, running around, trying to catch the last subway run of the night. It's a good way to block out the world si?

And then I want to wake up to this. BAM!  Isn't that beautiful? Wouldn't it be great, if the door on the left lead to something like a slightly furnished trail, aged with a billion years? And then that trail lead to a waterfall..

like this?! with snow?! True story though. I went hiking with Carmanagh and Elizabeth there and had a picture just feet from the falls.We had bread and cheese and grapes and lemonaid. It was cute. We then drove downtown, I bought some architectural books (that book store with the basement was having a 25% off sale!yes!) and took the bus home. It was a sunny day, and it lacked a dog.

We're playing at the qualicum beach farmers market this saturday morning and the night prior apparently we have a marimba sleepover.

Shits going down with cyrus right now, it's like this whole relationship is a joke.

We Stand For the Neighbourhood.

News of the day in order of occurance:
1) T-boned a car on my bike while riding to work. Not entirely anyones fault here. I was in his blindspot, he didn't signal in time, I should have stopped faster. Still though. He didn't stop to see if I was dead the big jerk
2)Worked my last real summer shift. My boss admitted that she hired me because I was studying art history, not for any other real reason.
3) Went to school with the "couple" from down the road. We saw the largest wave of people I have ever seen walking in one direction. It made me uncomfortable to say the least.
Not really anything else going on. My boss bought us tickets for this ska show tomorrow night as an end of season bonus.
This summer I have had more champagne and group hugs then any other.
I need to prepare myself for the school year. One of my profs asked us to bring rulers pencils erasers and scissors to class. This sounds like crafts to me.

Water and Wine and a Boy Who Won't Text Back

I am sorry to hear about Gilbert. Seagulls seem to have a predisposition towards dying in unfortunate ways, probably because there are so many of them living in such close proximity to humans. I had a seagull named Napoleon a long time ago; I have a vague memory of my mom wearing hideous aquamarine shorts and jumping into the lake in order to save him from a bald eagle. He ate a lot of mayflies.

It's too bloody dark in this apartment, but today was lovely and sunny. I bought CLOTHES, including a DRESS, and will wear it TOMORROW.

Listen to this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=sbgliL3eceE
They are coming to Sugar sometime soon, and it would be nice to see them, but every time I make music plans life seems to get in the way.

That was the night that Robin broke into someone's house

So Gilbert is dead. The authorities think that he was electrocuted, possibly on a power line. Seeing as how he was malnourished and agressive they put him out of his misery. He was 9 years old. Last time I saw him he was cornered against a wall with a bleeding foot and absolute fear in his eye. We put him in a cardboard box and he dissapeared.
Read a blurb in the Globe and Mail today about a 22 year old woman who punched a bear in the face to protect her daschund (being carried off like a salmon). She said she didn't stop to think, she just lashed out and the bear wandered off, dazed.

Got invited to an artist's opening for next friday. He said "now you guys get to party on MY time" as if all we do all day is party on our own time. Or maybe he said turf.
Kat's birthday party is going to be "grade six" themed.
The baby upstairs is wailing.