Hey there baby girl.
Had my first day of work here today, i work at this place called Ecology North. My boss is this guy called Doug, and he has the same last name as you. And it turns out, being a vegan isnt so bad. I had soy milk in my cereal for breaky and soy cheese in my wrap at lunch. But it isnt the same as real cheese.

The local coffee shop here, which i guess i could compare to the brimm in theory, but imagine it a bit newer, and a bit filled to the edge with lovely boys? Especially ones with funny, but adds to their goodlookingness mustaches. Lovely huh? Went for a cool hike yesterday too. Man,its so nice, i only work at my placement for five weeks, the two other weeks im here im house manger (charlotte and olivier) and one of the weekends im camping, and one of the weekends its the 48, meaning i can do the hell i want. Soo, things are going to be very cool and fast here. Its definatly a neat place to be here in yellowknife.

The Moment You Stepped Through That Door, I Was Down With My Face On The Floor

You know dahling, it's probably better you came away from that place. Renaud sounds too much like Renard. And we all know what that means. Anyway I have this permanent knot in my back from leaning forward all day. And I feel like I spend too much time indoors. I've been looking at those hippy-kids' pictures and I feel like I should make friends with them so that they will take me on island adventures. Instead I've been reading a lot and listening to music. I hereby vow to spend all of the two days I have off outside. Amen

(How can you be a vegan? You like honey and cheese and weird meats to much)

Yellowknife.

The picture above is where we stayed in quebec city, and the guy in the picture is adrian.

So i'm in yellowknife now. I call it the forever sun, mind you, ive only been here for, well this is my third day, but still have i yet to see total darkness. I'm currently in the library, its rediuclously like the one back home, plus its a nice place with wireless internet. I'm missing montreal though, you know mortimer, before we left, its like 33 degrees outside and i had a 24 hour crush on this guy named renaud, because, my god, theres just something about him, he was our leader for a good14 hours maybe? Ah well, thats good and over.

You know, me and charlotte are becomming vegan? we have a good ten books infront of us right now about that.

All the Stars Are Burning Me

Are you trying to tell me that that building actually exists and is in Mon-ree-al? That's crazy! I just thought it was a neat picture!

So today I waited at a bus stop for about half an hour before I realized that the bus didn't even go down that road, and if it did it would have gone by almost as soon as I got there. I also patted a dog named Jazz who's owner spent an hour every four days grooming. When I was surprised by this, the woman was slightly offended and took her long-haired mop-dog away [sic] And this woman who was the mother of the girl who was best friend when I was about 7 came in to the gift shop today and was really brusque. She was looking for Jonathan Rout, who is in Europe at the moment but normally makes silver jewellery in the basement.

And oh wait, something else happened today. I saw our friend Teeson, whom I have not laid eyes on for 3 1/2 months and who I ambushed from behind as he strolled towards QF. Needless to say I got a hug. And he told me that he is an ace at making friends since travelling so much. And also that he has some Aussie friends coming to visit him in late June. (ARRRRgh) And about the tarantula hawk wasp (guess which one it is) that is venomous or something. But apparently there are no insects that kill.

its sideways you know hey. Your job sounds nice and sophisticated, I just fnished making midnight crepes with my roomie from charlottetown and it was nice. YOu know i miss you tangerine pigtails, but you also know i am in yellowknife in less then a week.

Im going to write you a email eventually.

And Dad Would Throw The Garbage Across The Floor

Well hello, hello. Just had my busiest day in like a month, which isn't saying anything because I seriously haven't done anything in a month. (note: sitting up straighter does not make sleeping feet feel better, but in fact worse) Got up at 7 and accomplished things. Had my first morning shower in about a year! Went to work! Worked for a few hours... learned so many new things that my head may/may not explode at any minute. For instance I made the mistake of thinking I knew how to use excel, and then the book-keeper started throwing numbers around and I was, frankly, afraid. Learned how to properly greet someone over the phone or in person, learned that in this case, the volunteer is never wrong, learned the correct acrobatic hand flicking required to lock and unlock doors. And near the end of the day, I sorted through about a thousand teacups and saucers. (I have decided that I will make an effort to own proper china when I get around to that kind of thing, all the old ladies were tsking about the lack of use of such beauties)And I ate a packed lunch! And I took orders from the Boss! And I have my own key! And from this description I bet you could never guess that I work at an art gallery- hm?

I also had a driving lesson, and was thoroughly and properly embarrassed to see kids younger than me whizzing by in Daddy's four door, but at least I was learning in a mustang. The teacher kept saying I was griping the wheel too hard, but I wasn't nervous at all.

Before, You Know Where You Are Going

Burnt my elbow on sauteed mushroom-stove. And no, that is not a lyric, although it should be. Man.

I miss people.

I got the shakes that I just can't shook

So Parksville life as resulted in nothing more than sleeping in to rediculous times and listening to music- all day. But today will be better, I swear. I am going to bike into Parksville, in an hour maybe, and go to the library I think. And the post office. Talk about exciting life, eh? No responsibilities whatsoever puts Mort in a very bad mood. I think I need someone to tell me to do stuff in order to live properly. Or at least goals.

The upside of this week is that my mother bought ginger ice cream to celebrate the fact that I got a job, which I am putting back with my right hand as I type this with my left. Skillssssss.

Bleh. Shoulda kept in touch with the home-town kids.

BUT. I am going out tonight with none other than Olivia Blondal, in the flesh. So it will at least be a good weekend

Listen to me. Whiner/Weiner

too romantic for my fingers

Once, We Were Monsters

hey pretty-face.

Sorry, I've been all over BC and Alberta, it feels like, and none of the places had internet stuff (you know, computers?) except for my aunts house and we were there for dinner so it would have been rude to sit there blogging while she danced around in her shark costume (no joke- you two are probably soul mates. She rented this plush shark suit complete with fins to bother her brother in law, my family's messed)

So as I drove from one destination to another I kept getting these great ideas for profound things to write about, and now I am stuck with zilch.

-We almost hit an elk on the Coquihalla... it was hanging out in the middle of the road giving my dad/chauffeur serious stink eye while he was destracted by the other wildlife.

-I counted the sex shops in Calgary, there was something like 6 in the areas that I drove through alone, and one weed related place. I guess the winters are long

- My uncle does this thing that whenever he is making reservations he gives the restaurant a hilarious fake name so that if people he is eating with shows up at different times they have to call him to see what the pseudonym of the night is. This time it was Phillip, not his best.

- There is a houseboat colony in the harbour of Victoria right now. Can you imagine? floating carelessly from port to port. I guess it works better on a lake though

- I agree with the pj/club idea. Why shouldn't you go to a club dressed in your most comfortable. Lets do it

- Also, I will send you some Joe Plastic :) and some other goodies next week.

Love and hugs

waves on swm, waves on him- they hate on him.

Hey you, how are things?
Things here are nice. I saw maddy the other night, and i swear, i am the worst person partyer on the face of the planet. She invited me to her friends kylas birthday party, and i had fun dressing up, but seriously, a party person is not me.
This week is the last week of work, except im starting out the week sick. LAME

I l9ike the colors of this one artistic art piece mortimer. Things are going nicely. tonight we had a open house and i saw our maddy dwyer, and she brought kayla and this girl named sarah, and it turned out canada is smaller then we thought it was, and now the social network that we thought we mutha-fucking-huge, is now a ounce smaller. turns out my friend adrian here at the house is connect to kayla through her going to mcgill and her knowing this girl that he went to highschool with back in the day. Weird huh.

You should still express me some joel plaskett shit.
Talk to you soon.

not enough constant-tan-nity

I want something nearly constant, but also exciting, scary, "let me be this cute little puppy, because i dont know what the hell im doing" type of thing. Makes sense? I made mint tea earlier, had a shower, and while shaving my legs realized that the real-real-real mint leaves that i used was still just there, sitting in the luke warm water, and i literatly said "fuck" out loud.

I'm getting super excited for yellowknife. I'm also listening to a kumbia king song, and desciding in my head whether it would be accepted or not if i were to show up in a club in my current pj state and just be there hanging out, dancing, and i'm thinking, sure it would be silly, but would it actually be the end of the world?

Righteous drunken fumbling for the royal key

So my dad is outside in the pouring rain, cutting things with gian shearing scissors and putting them on a bonfire that is smoking out. And my brother is inside playing the piano along with some Iron and Wine song, with the dishwasher groaning in the foreground. My mom just closed a door somewhere deep in the house. I should really be out applying for jobs, I haven't left this house in 3 days.

I just had string cheese, and lamb balls with herbs and nuts(kafta), with a cucumber salad on the side (life is good).

Today was a pretty intense today, got a bottle of orange blossom water as a present, climbed a mountain, ran down it in the snow and pouring rain (remember the scene in the garden state, where at the end, it was hella rainy and they were yelling into nothing? Something like, but yelling our conversation back and forth and, lets not forget, in french.) and then had some beaver tails as a ends day. Quebeeeeec.

So i end billeting tomorrow, time went by fast, ill show you some pictures eventually, i learnt alot about Lebanese food, and got some recipes too. I'm going to miss cedric and line, best people to billet with, and everything went surprisenly super fast.

Im pooped right now, my calves are burning with energy and my bed is wet where my soking wet backpack is sitting.

Tommorow i am back to the shit bed.