It Was 2002 And You Needed Reminding To Stay Alive

So I am writing this paper about Jewish betrothal rings for art history, of all things (check out the picture! The little roof thing on top opens!) and my mind keeps wandering all around. This is where it ended up. I went to the library downtown and got some CDs out. Annnnd I have met this guy that is a friend of a friend 3 times and never has he been sober. I guess 3 times isn't that many, but seriously... I wonder what he is like without drugs and alcohol. Hmm

So I might have mono. Great. Symptoms include: swollen lymph nodes, mild fever yesterday, lack of apetite, sore throat, sore joints, major headache, ear ache, abnormal amounts of burps. So if there is a doctor on the premesis... care to make a diagnosis? Last person I know who was told by a doctor "you might have mono" turned out to have cancer. Which is worrying.

Sad to say, i'm on my way, and i wont be back for many a day

Everyday i'm still amazed how nice the houses are here and how the stairs twist up into something nice. Like the top floor.
On sunday i went into this record store (thats on the street that has mount royal metro?) and found this "le petit prince" record, and since it was only five dollars, i was like hey! gotta have this, both my little brother and i could relate to it too. Actually, anyone who has a basic knowledge in french literature and likes to think about a crazy army man in he forest could enjoy it. All the same, that day, i didnt get it, because a friend told me "Nah... i can get that for you for free at the thrift store" and just now, i can home to it on my bed, which is awesome, because i like surprises. And now i'm listening to harry belafonte, just because i was thinking of old records and he was the first. Him and Dean.

Sad to say, i'm on my way, and i won

They Got A Name For The Winners Of The World, I Wanna Name When I Lose

So last night 20ish people from my building went on a beach adventure. We had a bonfire on this secluded bay off some really creepy, shadowy road. My spirits rose 60% just from running down this dark lane in the middle of the night, like old times. I still smell like campfire. It wasn't as fun as bonfires I have had with people I know and love, mostly because no one did anything incredibly stupid, and the few people who did go swimmings were kind of wimpy about it and screamed the whole time. No pop cans were hidden in the embers 'just to see what would happen' no one jumped off of really tall things just for kicks. we didn't make friends with any randoms wandering the beaches, I didn't even get that dirty. People sat around talking about there majors and people they had met at parties named Gordo, and after an hour most of us called it quits in favour of some paper or other due the next day.

I was nice though, I guess.

What Else Can I Write, I Don't Have The Right

Fancy that. I also have an insane headache. It feels like the walls of my head are pushing in from all sides.

Anyways today I went on a bike ride with our friend Zoola, and we went up and down the rocky hills of Cadboro Bay trying to find this bike path that I guess doesn't really exist beause we never quite got there. And I went to a tea party from 3 to seven with the english course union. We played all these random games, one of them being Balderdash, which is suprisingly fun. Actually the people in the union are all basically their own version of the mad hatter. I have not laughed that hard in soooo long, it was nice. And... I don't know if this is racist or not, or just race- aware, but I got my first hug from a black man today. I'm only realizing this now, Actually I don't think I've ever been hugged by a guy wearing skinny jeans either, or anyone from South Africa, considering I only know two. So there you go, A multi-cultured hipster hug.

And Shark I have met surprisingly few cartoonists here, whereas there seems to be unlimited actors. We should just do it ourselves

Did you improve on the design? Did you do something new?

NO Lupe Fiasco, no i did not. I did volunteer at mcgill all day nearly though. We helped with this uncharted waters workshop thingy, and i got to see a workshop on water bottles and how much hell they bring us- to say the least, it takes three liters of water to make a one liter of bottled water, and then 3-5 barels of water for every barel of oil. Isnt that crazy? I know right.

Right now i have this stupid headache, and it isn't helping that there is something like 22 people in the house right, because another group wanted to stay the night and we were like yeah yeah, why not. So, as i write this right now, the walls are telling me all their secrets and because they are so thin (the walls) they could potentially, in theory hear mine, but my mouth is shut right now.

I found this cool picture of a design option we could do for our walls? Yeh and Nay? Lets find some good looking comic book boy artists who can do it for me? and you? You can start looking for them mortimer- because i know you dont have much going on, just university. :P

Dog at the barbed wire barking at my buzz cut friends and me

Hi. I'm glad you wrote, even if all you seem to ever talk about now is the weather. Which is cool, don't get me wrong, but also incredibly boring considering I just went to my English Course Union meeting and we talked about student politics for an hour and my fingers are still brimming with things to say. I've been thinking: writing is probably the easiest thing in the world for me to do. I know I'm not particularly special/good at it or anything but it really is one of the only things I can sit down and do without thinking about too much. Like today we had to write and in-class composition for French and the prompt was 'I was sitting at my desk doing my homework when all of a sudden I heard something in the wardrobe...' And the story was in my head before I had even finished reading the sentence. Hmmmmm

Anyhoo. My parents called last night to talk about some girl who got murdered around here last week, and how her body was burned so that she couldn't be identified, and was I being careful?? Which was not a good time I guess to bring up the fact that I still wanted to travel to Brazil this summer, possibly alone, maybe with Brett. My Dad was pissed. But then again, he cannot accept the fact that the whole world ISN'T actually trying to kill him and his family, despite popular belief. I don't know when they will figure out that I am All Grown Up, and can actually Get Shit Done.

Today was clear-er, compared to tommorow.

The wireless, as i told you on facebook, is finally working, so potential skype with everyone is in the realms of possibilities now. What you just wrote was actually really funny to read, so good on you. Things today looked a little brighter, even though there was crazy rain in the morning, crazy hail that followed me to the metro and then random falls of snow that stared at me from the cafetarias windows during lunch, things were goodd
Its weird though, how it just snows randomly, and i know that sounds stupid, but its just really cool snow for a couple hours and then nothing, but its still super cold outside and then you hear people complaining about how they shouldnt of worn there spring jackets today, and tabernacking the weather man.
I don't know what else to say right now, i just thought since the laptop internet is working again, i should write something smart for you. Uh. I found you a present in china town today, which you will get eventually, and yeah. the katimavik group is getting a boy named arturo from toronto, hot huh? anyways, hope your enjoying your night.

You Said He Got His Teeth Fixed, I'm Gonna Break Them

Haha... Canadian Tire, I get it :)

It's weird, this whole day I've been looking forward to finishing my midterm so that I could have that great expanse of the Rest of the Afternoon to lounge around in. Except now I'm sitting on my bed eating dehydrated pears and staring bewildered out the window. I don't know what to do with all this time. I feel like talking to someone but I believe that everyone is either in class or studying or working or out doing something important. So I guess I will just write. (Write write write!)

The girl who lives next door just passed my door going "mom? mom? mom? Can you hear me now? mom?" if this were a horror movie I would have to call the priest right about now. And my door would have been flung open and there she would be, a slow smile curled through her teeth and her eyes suddenly yellow. At which point she would pronounce me her mother and sink her un-naturally long fingernails into my soft pale skin. But lo! Is that the hunky protagonist I hear? And just in the nick of time he would fling her back with one excellently toned arm and she would let out a yelp and vanish into thin air... for now.

Then of course the guy would expect sexual favours for his services, which I will happily provide because, oh my! I had been soooo afraid. But right in the middle of things I too will turn out to be the real enemy and he and his goofy pal will have to clean up that mess too.

Thank Jesus for Hollywood

sounds Weirdly Calming.

I feel quiet right now. The snow stopped falling and its all wet and slight white outstide. the bread just finished, but im talking to you right now, so ill wait to go shower. Thats true love ay.

Today was actually a alright day.
Rose: Snow and tire sur la neige (canadian tire...)
Thorn: lack of oatmeal. snow stopped.

Baby, I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin'

I was just remembering a conversation I had with someone... can't remember who now. We were wondering if it were possible to teach your children the wrong names for colours before they went to public school so that when for the rest of their lives they would go around saying 'look at that brown fire hydrant' etc etc. Although the question is, why would you want to? I was thinking about this because for some reason I always get into arguments with my friend Laura about what coulour things are, like today I was like: 'punch buggy orange! (PUNCH) and she was like: 'ow! That's not orange that's red!' At which point we argued the meaning of orange for a bit.

Lately I've been covering all the classics: I am reading Frankenstein, Slaughterhouse-Five, Crackpot,and Marathon Man simultaneously and last night I watch Persuasion which could possibly be the most romantic story I have ever read/heard/seen.

And yesterday I went into the ocean for the second time in the New Year. Cartier insisted that we go down to Cattle Point (glad he did) and we ended up walking back along the ocean- which was all crags and people's backyard beaches. And as we all know, for some reason walking along the beach takes about 3 times longer than going along the road, no matter how much more direct it is. We saw some ibises, some ducks and seagulls and geese, and a pair of mink and sea otters respectively. Not to mention the ancient christmas tree that was on the shore and the pounds of sea glass that I brought back.

Good Adventure.

Gas Up The Chopper For You Tonight

Hey Shark, don't feed racoons... how will they ever survive when you leave? And speaking of animal connections, this tuesday I fell in love with a rabbit. I named her Martha, she is so chubby and sweet and I see her most days in the bushes in front of my building. (Laura told me its a female because she has this weird double chin thingy. Good to know)Anyways the on Tuesday we stared into each other's eyes for like five minutes, literally. Weird as this sounds, this rabbit kind of confirmed my belief in reincarnation. She definetely has a soul.

I am glad you are settling down way over there. I got your second letter today and will probably send a reply on monday.

So Laura is house-sitting way out on the other side of the city and it has been weird without her next door to pop by every couple of hours. I swear next year will be weeeeird without having to share a bathroom with like 20 strangers and not being able to just take two steps and see her.

Anyways I have decided this wednesday that beer is the devil and should only be sipped gently.

Okay, now i have time for a real life post. Things are going great mortimer (big change from earlier this week-though the job is still bugging me, it just isnt bugging me as much, like seriously, im just their messager lady, in black pants and a blacker jacket, trying to figure out the metro and buses for me to deliver shit in differant places.) Got your letter today, it was sitting on the floor in front of the door to my room, and i just yelled and freaked out that a letter was there and yelled at gillian and scott about them not telling me. It was good.

Today at work was really cool, i got to talk this lady named louise, and shes like the only anglophone *the terms anglophones slash francophones are used constantly here.
*i learnt that Jazzé, is really cool way in french to say your just chatting- on juste jazz ici. everyday mortimer, iàm just getting better.
Anyways, yeah, i was talking to her, and she basically been everywhere in the world, from hong kong, vancouver island, turkey, europe, africa, australia, nz and on and on on and on. Shes intense Mortimer, shes definatly of my favorites. plus another bonus of this job is thats like literatly 30 seconds from chinatown. Anyways, i just work at this cool job jsut two times a week, the other three im at the lame hospital¡ but! i went to the park while i was eating lunch and fed the squirels (bet your jealous- cause they actually came to my hands) and this random girl came up and started talking to me, and telling me how you can feed racoons, and yes i said racoons after nine on mount royal- which isnt really a mountain, itès like little mountain, but oh well, ill take whatevr i get.

Anyways, love you, and hope your day is tight.

HAhahah

This was my day.

This was my day mortimer. A mess. Work up to a annoying french radio, but the room is now all mine, because the charlottetown girl moved to the couch, but thats cool, because the couch is someplace id like to be too.

Todays been a shit day. Work was shit, and plus it looks like goodlooking persian man has deleted me from his facebook, fuck him, fuck the world. BEGH

oh the guy who taught us to make bread-

https://www.createspace.com/3414764

WROTE A BOOK

I like watching the puddles gather rain.

I haven't written in four days, which doesn't sound that long but feels like eternity. I'm trying to remember what I did last thursday but I am failing.

This morning though, I talked to most of my favourite people, in Canada and otherwise. I really do believe that I will be in Brazil this summer. Fo'real yo' Teeson is in this place that has the name of a fantasy land and apparently also gorgeous beaches. Cha-ching.

Last night I watched Finding Forrester instead of doing French homework like a good little girl. The Forrester character in that movie really reminds me of Mr. Standing, high-school english teacher in a school small enough that I could have him for english two years in a row. Maybe its just the beard and random life lessons that he tosses in.

off topic: lately I have really got into Noah and the Whale. This song off their most recent album, 'Blue Skies' is very sweet, as are most of their stuff but really : "this is a song for anyone who can't get out of bed" that was me yesterday, it was rediculously comfortable.

Still haven't got used to this time change deal. It feels slightly earlier than it is at all times. Like for instance, it feels like I still have an hour before class, but in reality I have to be there in ten minutes.

Welcome Fishies To My Hook

Hello hello hello. It's been a while. Or has it? Lately days have been flying by but at the same time yesterday feels like another lifetime. All I've been doing is knitting this peach scarf and scraping by on the homework front. It seems like I keep agreeing to go places with people, which results in me having no time to actually get shit done. I want to learn everything in the world, but I don't want to do it on a timelimit, or to be tested on it. I have taken to wearing eye makeup and swearing profusely. My room right now is covered in random pieces of paper and piles of books- tea mugs that have yet to be washed are strategically placed so that visitors to the room won't be able to see the insides of them. Tomorrow, I swear I am not doing anything I don't want to do, even if E insists its a night to get drunk and slutty. She has yet to learn that I don't really DO either of those, especially the slutty one; I mean, I wish Icould throw caution to the wind and get it on with a random but its not going to happen. Especially this time of month.

I have discovered that running with music makes all the difference. May I recommend 'It's All Gonna Break' by Broken Social Scene? It's 9:51 which is exactly the amount of time it takes for me to do a mile. Plus there is an epic trumpet section which arrives around the time that I have a little downhill stint, makes all the difference, let me tell you.

If my life consisted of going to classes but not having assignments, reading books for long hours, and going for long walks with people I love, I woud be absolutely content. At the same time though, I need inconsistency in my life. I need to have a breakdown one day, be on top of the world the next. You may be able to tell that I am a picky eater

EVERYDAY I FEEL THE SAME

So I am fiddling with my web cam to put off reading two chapters of classical mythology and have been doing funny things like focusing the camera on my fingers as I type and trying to figure out after what I have written. Real cool, right? I don't have anything all that exciting to say except today I had a midterm exam and I could not for the life of me remember the four senses of the word guru in sikhism. I don't know how anyone can have a religion that involves so much memorization of lists. Anyway, here is a picture I took of my eye.

My Love For You Is A Stampede of Horses

So yesterday the power on campus was out so I ended up wandering around town with Abby and her future roommate Milika (Dutch, in case you were wondering) We sat in two different coffee shops and rolled up the rim at the end of it. All in all though, I ended up sitting in the dark, racing this laptop to the end of its battery power and watching the sun fade behind the library. I didn't finish the essay I was supposed to write until twenty minutes before class, as per.

I,among many others, was disapointed that Sandra Bullock won the Oscar for best actress. Bullocks! I liked Carrie Mulligan soo much more, even if she is blonde in real life.

And I like the view from your window Shark. Guess what! It snowed here today for like an hour. Nothing was sticking though so Mother Nature gave up. I have a midterm about Sikhism and Buddhism tomorrow and have a feeling it will not go so well, considering I have done none of the readings. Plus I didn't finish Frankenstein, or read those Greek myths. How in hell am I going to pass anything this semester. Seems like I always do this kind of thing and end up coming out with an A- anyways. People tend to hate people like me. One day I am going to have to fail to teach myself a lesson. I am one confused little bunny

Tea and Orages Yet Again- but dont worry, i like it.

Early Morning Yet Again, But own you Know me Mortimer... Early is just my forte dans la vie, it's like when i went through that ridiculous faze of having to go for a hike everymorning, before the sun rise, just to see it rise, and i like how nicolle came with me one morning and then she lost her touque, that he lesbian best friend gave to her, while we bush whacking down a 90 degree hill, because the one we usually went down was mangled and gnarled up with fallen trees from a recent store and it was if anything, a good adventure. Except She lost her touque, and i had to do a complimentary trip just to find it. I did, and the world is good again.

I really don't know what i'm doing today, i know we have free time at some point. Yesterday this really nice girl (and i can't remember her name, god forbid me to do anything else for the week... seriously, she was this nice girl, 21 or something, doing envronmental studies and animation in school, sweet huh?) so she came and taught us how to make our own green cleaning supplies, using only a list of vinigar/soap flakes (which she bought for a 12$ for a good sized bag) and water and lemon juice to make everything smell nice. Nice huh? So guess what we are doing, once we are all living in that indie-victorian neighbourhood. ...

Umm... Other then that, not much has happened in the last 24 hours.. We went searching for this bagel resturant thing, but then we came back short and couldnt find it, after walkig around a freezing downtown area, so we took the metro back to the jerry metro, and had diner food and watched the hockey game (anaheim vs montreal) and then walked back freezing, but stuffed so full our eye sockets would be eventually fucked up.

Kudos to Levi cooking dinner everynight@!!!!!(that's my kudoes of the day...)

Good Morning Villeray-7:49am

Mortimer, oh Mortimer- please tell me you guy my message on your telephone. This morning, my throat (ma gorge) is hurting. So i'm sucking on halls, drinking yellow-lime-orange-pekoe- tea and just being half dead, meaning ill eventually go for a walk, hopefully Clean up the house the bit (because man oh man, I have some stories to tell you) and i'm hoping your Saturday night is just the same.

Did I tell you that they sell Wine and Maple Syrup in the same aisle? How Canadian is that huh. Super Canadian.

The picture up there is of what i see when i wash dishes every morning. Its nice huh?
Tell Zoola to some how get in touch with me. Because i've called...

El Conguero

My friend Sally just found out over facebook that one of her friends died. Can you imagine? Especiall with all of mine all over the place- it seems unreal. I would have a hard time believing it especially since: Shark is in Montreal touring circus schools

Zoola is in Victoria auditioning for this, that and the other thing

Tyson and Maddy are in Salvador, Brazil

Nicolle is in Itabuna, Brazil

Brett is at home but does not keep in touch

Janina is in Zurich, Switzerland, and is going to a ball tonight

etc etc etc

How would I find out if anything happened to these people?!

Anyways that is the crisis for the day. Plus I have to write a love story for french. Hm. And last night I went to my bro's house and made a nice root-beer float cake (thank-You Joy the Baker) And then we went to play pool and to this random open-mic cafe where we made jokes about Wyatt and Mike and Carter starting a band, and how I can be the Will Butler (useless percussionist, only there because related to the lead singer) and how Rose could eat calamari because squid want to be eaten anyways, and how poutine is the perfect combination of ingredients (it IS Laura!) And apparently Mike overheard some guy from Res talking about sharing dirty needles and he made is own little joke about how dorm kids are BADASS.

I am now listening to Poncho Sanchez and contemplating refilling my empty waterbottle. This afternoon I will go see Alice in Wonderland which I am feeling iffy about. Not sure I will like it, sure it will busy as hell in the theater. Sally is going to bring me dried mango from the bulk food place in Caddie Bay mmmm hmmmm

So heres the downlow tangerine pigtails (and world) today, we went to circus school for a little bit. And then we had lunch. And then, we saw this really random presentation on the environment and how this circus school is actually also, focusing on the environment. And how this random big area behind the circus school has like more then 21 stories (imagine building stories, "Oh the empire state building is so and so.. stories high.") deep of garbage underneath it. Meaning when ever it rains, the garbage works like a tea bag and infuses the water that passes through it, thus creating environmental problems for the natural and city life co-existing in this wonderful area. How are they fixing this you may ask? Well.. Yes you may. (bahahahhahahha) they are mixing oxygen with this bio waste water thus killing the harsh bacteria that might cause the world to eventually melt down. Apparently the bacteria were in a airtight world before they came into ours and when we give them this little present, it kills them. Making us the top of the food chain. Suckas. But isnt that a random thing to learn?
We then went home, played katimavik jeopardy, and then descided we were going to go explore something, so we just went downtown. And did not alot other then look and me being amazed by the big churchs, too bad i am not H core enough to hang out there on a sunday morning. :(

CHOCOLATE MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE

Sup. I am sitting in by sports bra on my bed, like any good semi-athlete. Just ran two miles (nice!) Anyways the reason I am half dressed is that I was about to get into the shower, and then I noticed that Shark had messaged while I was out (typical) so I sat down and somehow ended up on the blog (ta-da!)

Anyways I was watching the news during the Olympics about that big earthquake down in Chile and the news station was obviously based out of the mainland because the woman was like: "We on the mainland are not in danger of a tsunami bacause we are protected by an island here" and points at home-sweet-home. So Shark if I die in a freak wave accident know that I loved you and probably will continue to do so sub-consciously in the ether.

So today more than any day I have come to realize that I am extremely lucky to have such good friends. Pretty sure I can always rely on you people to back me up if all else fails. We just fit nicely together. Everyone else that I have met recently seems to have a friendless highschool experience in which all their friends either abandoned them or did not exist. I was talking to Zoola today: We are all 'kind ' people, all five of us. We balance out. I love it. I just wish I could see all of you more often.