I'm just confused about everything today. Its okay though, I put it down to a lack of sleep. I was in Vancouver all weekend and barely saw anything that they had supposedly put on, like Canada House or the giant zip line that they apparently strung across the buildings. All I really saw were hoards and hoards of young men in red that all wanted high-fives. And I had a caesar drink which I still haven't decided if I like or not. Abby and I played 'spot the Russian' which is harder than you would think because they are also red and white. I am probably in hundreds of stranger's photographs and I know I am in at least one video of a girl going through the subway high-fiving everyone. After the gold-metal hockey game this aftertoon I saw a man playing bagpipes on the overpass with a Canada flag hanging off the intrument. As I looked back to get another peek I saw a heard of kids running towards him- the one at the lead carrying a hockey stick like one would a spear. They all started to dance together. It was beautiful.

Tomorrow my brother is turning 21 (!!!!) which is kind of freaky considering it was not long ago that we were 12 and 14 respectively and wailed on each other constantly. So I am making him a mixed CD like any good sister and I will probably not be able to see him until friday, at which point I will bake him a cake.

The islands between Swartz Bay and Tswassen are incredible. When I get old I'm going to buy a house on one and never leave.

I went to Vancouver on wednesday. The Ferry terminal on my side was packed, like more then 200 hundred people. I went there alone, came back alone. I liked the busyness in the city. People everywhere, big signs. Man oh man Mortimer, when your there on Saturday check out the art gallery (out side of it) they did a beautiful thing and hung theses big things, flower prints.

I also had a huge plate of fried rice. I would recommend the place, but i have no clue what the name was. I still can't find the canada gloves. Go to robson square though, apparently theres a man with a penis nose playing the mandolin *take a picture for me.

Let's talk soon. I know for a fact that i won't be able to make it to victoria to say goodbye to you guys (painting chairs tommrow/last marimba practice/work) but know i love you! And soon enough things will be nice. I'll be mailing the book to you. (Eating Animals..) Hope your having a good day!

You can hear the shouts of euphoria from the near-by bar from my room. It kind of makes it hard to study if Canada's gonna score a goal every five minutes. Geez. Today I had a nap after one of my classes and ended up falling asleep for an hour. So I missed another class. I think I made up for it though by going to a Unicef meeting. So there.

Blegh. Are your fingers alright Shark??? You really scared me when I read that.

Oh yeah. A certain Mr. Pepper suggested that he might want to come hang out with Abby and I when we go to Vancouver this weekend. Funn-y. I kind of want him to come just so that I can see if he's changed any. Could be entertaining.

I crushed my finger in the blades of the bread cutter today. I also started packing. But i took a couple things out, just to wear. Also saw carmanagh at the grocery store. I'm eating Salad rolls tomorrow.

I seriously thought this was terry fox

Turns out there is lychee liquor. Turns out I now have photo i.d (yes!). Turns out i have to figure out a object that symbolizes me (help?) and bring it to montreal, for a group actiivity. I have a week to figure out what i am going to pack and then some. I need shoes.

Today was my last day housesitting. It was lonely at times, and nice at others. I liked the fact they had a hottub and laptop. I also liked the fact that my friend next came over and we made sushi and rented stupid movies and made pancakes. I also like the fact he said straight up he's horny in the mornings. Honest people like that make me happy. Not in the turned on way, but in the "thats cool" typa way.

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Wow. Just read a blog that went on and on about the inspiration that comes from a woman as she has so many roles in life ("multi-facted" ) as mother, lover and erm caretaker of man. And I say fuck that shit.

Maybe I'm being selfish but the sole purpose of my life is not to inspire men. Sorry. (Is this why I'm single, really?) Anyways I think 3/4 girls I know would laugh hysterically at this idea. Maybe I'm just tooo used to being treated as an equal.

Anyway, had an alone day. Went to the museum, wandered around downtown, saw some Chinese Celebration involving fire crackers and men dressed up as dragons. Is it Chinese New Year maybe? Also all the businesses in China Town have lettuce heads hanging in front of their doors tied with a red ribbon. One day I might know why, but right now I'm feeling way to lazy, and anyway what words would I search up? I'm suppposed to be writing a paper about the Coast Salish people but I am uninspired at the moment. I have a feeling that even if the writing is a massacre I will get and A, my TA's tight like that.

I dunno what to say. Maybe I'll go get dinner.

hey. So today has been hella long. Started up with me waking up, then washing stuff, packing stuff, eating stuff, looking up these sphere things on the internet, arguing with my dad about going to Brazil, getting on a train, laughing with bro about alleged massacre by a 3 year old named Marshall, taking a picture of a squished tree house in Shawnigan lake, dragging my suitcase off the train and three blocks up hill, onto a bus, home, up three flights of stairs, running to the bathroom, getting dinner with Rose, talking with Laura about her bitchy co-worker, going to see New Moon, eating a pumpkin flavoured granola bar, getting into bed, looking a 23 pictures on Facebook, talking to Shark. (phewf)

About New Moon: I went because of the hype and it was 2.50 in theaters. There is this one part where Bella and Edward are standind in a forest talking and the things they say could definetely fit into a porno. No joke.

Bella: I'm coming

Ed: I don't want you to come.

etc.

Laura suprised us all by making a vagina joke. kudos

My friends were just here. At the house I'm house sitting at. We had pancakes and sausages and wonderful pineapple and grapes and oranges and hot chocolate with whipped cream. We enjoyed the hot tub and had a 3 minute dance party. I'm really going to miss them. Mortimer bought a new friend along today- her name is Laura (shes really nice), so another one to add to the hot, lovely seasoned pot of life.

Started the dishwasher, started some laundry. Dad just phoned telling my my driver licence is at his office and ready for my to use as drinking i.d when i am in impressive places. I also need lotion, my hands are so dry right now.

So today we were on the way to Shoppers (by the back way) and we saw this hooligan dumping books methodically into a dumpster. So on our way out, with the sun dying slowly, my crazy-legs friend hopped in and we rescued most of them. So I got like ten new books today, none of them look that good though. Couple of romance, couple of suspense, one medical book for villages without doctors.

How's it going? I'm watching men's figure skating right now. Earlier I went into a hot tub. Man, i wish i had a house with a hot tub for the 7.30 hot tub experiences. My dad just sent me this interesting way of making goat cheese, kind of like a simple ricotta, but obviously made me goats milk and lemon and garlic. I\d like to put flowers in it like that funky cheese you can get really expensive like at thrifties.

This place is simply a mess. I don't know where the vacuum is. Oh and Mortimer, guess what!!! i made gyoza that tasted like gyoza !!! isn't that impressive.

HMM, apparently i should be getting my plane tickets today. And going out for lunch ( hot and sour tofu soup anyone?) I should clean this place up. Mortimer call! so i can catch this bus into town.

MILK is delicious, MILK is nutritious

I never for the life of me believed that not having milk in one's house could be such an issue. I mean... we can't even put anything in our tea besides sugar- although they might have honey somewheres. So Shark is house sitting and I am keeping her company- complaining in lovely unison. I am on a laptop that isn't mine, it belongs to a man named "Jim". It has spell check too which kind of bugs me because I can't make up words with the squiggly red line appearing and telling me I am WRONG WRONG WRONG. This is funny: I don't think I have ever written this blog with Shark in the vicinity, even if she is in the shower.
Later on she is going to her impressive bakery job and I may walk into the next town over and wander around. We are going to a tropical themed party at some kid we knows place. I am wearing a cowichan sweater. I didn't get the memo.
The picture I uploaded is the only one on the guest file of this comp. Jim is stranger than the average salmon-doctor.

Ceiling high book shelves and wood. Pure Strong Wood.

Today, was a lazy, yet rushed day. Up until noon, it was nice. Come noon, my dad came in for his lunch time break and then started flipping poo about the fact his uncle (my great uncle) (who has this really cool cabin by lake winnipeg) comming to visit us for the weekend. Turns out he was out here to attempt to see some olympic fun, turns out he had a olympic dinner with the Gordon man. Turns out, he has 10 stories for every hour. I like people like that.

So we cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. My hands permantly red from washing dishes and other things. I then went to marimba band practice. Turns out rob will replace me. *nice?* The plan is for while i'm gone, we will do a skyping ordeal. Me with my new friends, watching band practice. Doesn't that sound nice?

Also, Mortimer i really really like the book shelf picture. I hope my future husband can put up with that building demand.

Hope your having fun with tyson, maddy and zzzzzzzzzzzzoooooooola

Now that your here- i know just what to do. Now that you're here, i'mma going to come, come to you.

1. I need to find more pictures of russian dolls.
2. I need to make this bacon, peanut butter cookie recipe
3. Need to get the shit organized for katimavik
4. I don't like it when you say to someone "... and that makes me feel sad" and they say back "oh well". That's Mean.
5. I need to read more.
6. Mail some more letters
7. Hike
8. Explore
9. Clean my rooom
10. Make a fort.

I have this terrible habit of writing things that people say down when I think they are funny, to that point that today I was sitting in class surrounded by people I didn't know, and this guy on the other side of the girl next to me said something about running seven victory laps (too lazy to dig out the actual quote) and I giggled softly to myself and whipped out my notebook. So the next time you see me writing furiously in a little brown book, its probably whatever you just said that is being scrawled out. Maybe one day I will write a book composed completely of things other people have said. I will have to make it anonymous in case someone is flipping through and recognizes something they said that made me laugh hysterically. This will end up being that joke from Monty Python that makes everyone die of Extreme Hilarity.

"Same thing we do every night Pinky. Try and take over the world"

nanananannannananana Fur MAn!

Sure I'll come to the Knox thinger, what day is it?

Thing with Laura is... she isn't coming until Tuesday because she has to dogsit until then, and then she has to leave Thursday so that she can work the weekend. She is a busy little bunny. You know what I have stuck in my head all day everyday? The piano version of Sleephead? Where you can actually hear the words?

Tonight we are supposed to have an 8 oclock dance party to celebrate the fact that E did not expelled for excessive consumption (or something) nice nice very nice. I am also hella busy... anyone know any good Asian religion shrines/temples/spirital places in the Victora area? Maybe I 'll hit up the Chinese graveyard. hmmmmm

My bros friend keeps sitting next to be in Greek and Roman... he is a pretty huge nerd but I am wondering if this is regular behaviour for friends of older siblings. Today I had to choose between sitting next to him or this girl that I am already semi-friends with and he looked all awkward and left in a hurry afterwards. Crazy Shit. Maybe I'm reading into this too much

Over and Out

I'll be comming home to you again

This is like, the 607th time listening to this stephen marley song ( Hey Baby (ft. mos def)..) like as I write this, mos def is talking along, making me internal melt- and not in a sexual way Mortimer, it;s just, a consistant tone, and it's nice. To say the least.

Today, i've been feeling dizzy all day, so i went for a little walk in the morning. Coloured a Envelope to send you a letter in. (maybe i'll send it to you after you leave reading break, or during, so when you come back to your dorm, youll have a letter waiting for you.) I was also reading joy the baker's daily blog, and learnt splashing water at the bottom of the stove at the beggining stages of making it, it makes a crispier crust. Maillard Reaction helps with this too.. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maillard_reaction), but i'm sure youll remember this mortimer- it was basic chem shit. It's like the only thing i remember.

Want to buy tickets for the haiti thing at knox? You should go, ten dollars each. Plus you saved hella loads when you just went along with dah the band last time. I think laura would like it. Plus you're bringing her to saturday night breakfast!! Nice.

Isn't homemade vodka moonshine? What era is this again?

Tell me Shark, why is it that I feel weird accepting compliments?My Bastard-Spawn friend (her term, not mine) just wrote this whole bloggy entry about how I am 'understated' and 'brilliant' and all I could do was tear up. If she had said these things to my face I would have been hella-awkward, maybe would have cracked a sarcastic sex joke. But really, maybe I should return the favour? And slip it under her door? Or is that too Romantic?

Anyways glad you had a happy happy birthday. Maybe people read this blog because it is undersatedly brilliant? :) And Tais-Toi told me about hotboxing certain outbuildings at certain famous jazz musicians' houses. Har.

And yesterday I bled right through my pants and the tights I was wearing under them and somehow didn't notice until like 11 o'clock. Talk about awkward/embarrasing. Hopefully it was at a weird angle that no one else noticed either.

Right now, it's the morning of February the 8Th. 2010. Our numbers went up Mortimer, but prolly because the link to this blog is in the sidebar thingies of my facebook thingy, and went it's someones birthday, things happen.

Last night, after going to Victoria for that marimba, and then coming back around 6, i ate dinner. I was really good, lasagna and carrot cake with overly sweet cream cheese icing. Things like that are just super nice in life. I then got a message from dah mother that Tyson-tais-toi talked to my brother on facebook, and wanted me to talk to him, about hanging out that night.

So i did. And it turned out the Dwyer picked up a Australian hitchhiker from the ferry that day and was staying in their bunkhouse on the side. He was really nice, dreads and nice accent. It was a alright night i guess. Though i was not impressed when i walked in the bunkhouse and they were having a Marley-time party (if ya know what i mean) and literately, the look on my face and in my head was " not impressed" but things passed. The girl with the overally talking thing left and then things slowed down. Tyson gave me a thing of vodka. I had one shot of it in my cranberry juice and was thinking what impressive thing i could do with it. Pasta? You know that vodka pasta, vodka penne or something. But no, on the drive home from Tyson's this morning, with my father, the thought of homemade vodka popped into my head. So MORTIMER, come September this year- we will have a bottle of homemade vodka in the house

Sounds Extremely tight. Top Quality.

SHIT HOMEMADE VANILLA MORTIMER not vodka, jeeze. I stuck like 7 vanilla beans in the bottom, hoping for the best when the time comes.

I would have made you this cake...

So last night I was the official groupie for a marimba band, it's nice to feel like you belong to that kind of thing. They played this game on the way to the gig in the van: they put on one of their own songs and were like "hey is this kumbana marimba? I love these guys! I wish I could get to know them, they seem so cool" and then the drummer would go off about how great the drummer seems etc etc. I got to thinking between loud guffaws, what if really famous people do this on the way to packed stadiums? Does Bono speak about himself in an awed, wide-eyed voice?

My real reason for writing this is directed at you Shark, in regards to the birthday present I gave you last night. I didn't get a chance to write you a card, but everything in that box has significance. Those earrings? Rose made them. Even the beads. I guess you could say this is a high point about her. The hula girl boxers I got at a clothes swap, but they were in the girls section so I don't think they can be counted as used guys undies or anything. And the scarf/belt is my first accomplished knitted item! Hurray. Notice how the stiches get so much neater towards the end? Unfortunately I'm crap at casting off. I believe ther is also tea in that box. It is from Murchies so it should be tasty.

So Happy Birthday! And I love you. Tell Rob to shut the hell up for me. Actually he's pretty nice. Not as big an idiot as I used to think.

idk maybe ice caves?

Mortimer please, how in hell would i know? I could be ice caving for a week down a mountain in a rock, in a none existant road. They wrote the most laid back list and then had a random list of -50 boots and snow pants and shit. So i wrote quick emails to two ladies making sure i wasn't going to drop 100 dollars on new boots- luckily i do not. So more to save on to life!

Last night i was at tysons. We watched zombieland and this weird thai fighting movie, with english subtitles. I then went into town, just zooming around for a bit, went to the kitchen store, book store, pass the outdoor store, goodlooking outdoorman gave me a look in the eye, that was nice. Went to that bulk food place, bought bulk food. That was also nice. At the bookstore, i got a book on russia.

Also, my dad picked up hitchhikers and we drove them just almost to whiskey creek. Nuts huh?
Hope your doing tight things at the exactly right time. Because im not right now. Im talking to this man in french from "algerie" in french about his military life and the lack of "femmes" in that line of work.

nice

Why would you need -50 boots for the spring? when is it ever -50 degrees in march? Anyhoooooos I haven't got your letter yet but I was gonna send you one. Except maybe I will just give it to you on Saturday,

So guess what! I'm bringing my friend Laura home for reading break since she lives way the hell up north. You will like her, I promise.

So I saw Zoola yesterday and kind of realized that nothing she will ever do could make me stop loving her (not in that way, fool) Which was nice. And another realization. Hanging out with stoned people makes you silly. I don't get why more people don't just profit off other people's fumes more often. Which makes me sound like a total stoner.

And I came home today from class and my crazy friends were laying in my bed,wearing my clothes.

Creepy or what?

Ah Hey, Good news, i don't need -50 boots for either yellowknife or montreal for the first four months of the adventure. Other good news, i sent your letter out monday? I get to send more maybe today too.

Nice.