Don omar!

Laura, I just saw your rabbit yawn. I swear, before this moment in time I've never seen it ever ever ever. Probably a normal occurrence for you, but whatever.

Yesterday I got called up on a last minute thing to go help seniors learn marimba. It lasted something like four hours. Mind you, I am very thankful that she did call, mostly because my last practice was the first time I've played marimba within the last 7 months or something. I swear though, it was really adorable sitting there beside this one lady who could not get this one song, and then she just ended up talking about getting into the rhythm of it all was her problem, and that she was going to go to coombs to buy a miniature xylophone to help her at home. People are really into it.

Shakespeare was lying drunk in a ditch...

My stomach is caving with anxiety. I am craving toast with honey. I told a friend that I couldn't go biking because my parents were coming down. I still haven't heard from them. I feel like a sneaky liar. I badly need obligations.

This is Picasso with a trumpet. I wish I could make it bigger.

The lace really adds to it.

Right now, I'm curled up on the couch watching the wedding. Drinking homemade vanilla vodka spiked coffee out of the little cup celebrating the royal wedding. Truth be told, I'm feeling a bit lonely sitting here, but at the same time, happy. I'm not going to lie,I really like the royal family. Mostly just the Queen and Diana, but as they come, they come with others following them.

I remember back in grade ten, I brought this magazine celebrating the years of Diana and who she was, and what she left behind. It was expensive, and mostly filled with photos, but I still love it to this day. Not in a creepy way. But I respect it as a book-type that I will keep for a while. Today I found out that she got married off at 20. That's us right now Mortimer and Laura.

Just think about it, you could be marrying off to a 31 year old future king this year. And a year later, you would be having a baby, and two years after that, another and then you die in a horrible car accident! That's tough.

Anyway, I mostly came on to say how pretty the bride looked tonight, and that I'm actually pretty much enjoying it right now, so much, that I wont be sleeping tonight and that my family is getting pancakes with caramel apples for breakfast. Royal treatment.

By the way Laura, your little one is doing great. She really loves dandelions and we bought her a salt rock and I'm building her a hut for the summer months (mostly because we just got a new deck and we got a hella bunch of wood left over).

Will Leap Right Out of Your Hand!

Just turned down a nice cushy gallery job in the home town arena. (Tell me you will hire me, Caroline Riedel) We are wishing and hoping and planning and praying that I can pull up the Curatorial Assistant pants by the end of the month. Surprisingly not that sore from the mountain gallumph yesterday, just got a couple of bruised toes. And also I can't touch my toes, which means I am stiff?

I have a theory about that strawberry though. This probably comes from a day of extreme laziness washing dishes and reading books about famous painters in exile. But. Does that strawberry not look like three or four separate berries merged into one? Is that even possible? Maybe in the first stages of growth?

Anyway exercising at night has always been a bad idea. I slept like 3 hours last night. If you can hear the restless insanity creeping into my words you can get a high five.

Told some pals that I would go watch The Game at their house tonight. Pretending that I am not bored crapless should be interesting.

what's the story?

Just ran up and around and down a mountain. Cannot feel my body. Check out this strawberry

Sasquatch

I find this picture to be super creepy.

Aw man, here I am back in the north. But it's actually very warm here, even if the lake is completely frozen solid. The last two days have been stunning, with wide blue skies and sunshine at. all. times. The thing that throws me off is the quiet. Unless CBC is playing softly in the background, the house is still and silent. I've grown used to the constant hum of cars and music and laughter.

What else have I been up to? Well, reverting to my usual self by running around in puffy down coats and clumpy hiking boots, and hunting for Easter eggs on the 5 acres of property my parents own. And fighting with iTunes, trying to get this iPod up to snuff (ie. deleting everything and anything jazz-y or blues-y). And studying for my driving test and reading a lot and eating. There is good food! So much food! Oh, God!

E, I found the letter you left in my notebook and laughed and laughed and laughed. It really made my day. S, I hope you are pleased with the bunny. Sorry I did not have time to pick up some more food for her.

I need to be working, I think. I'm ready to go someplace new and exciting and scary.

Did You Seriously Just Call Me Crab Face?

I'll Explain Everything to the Geeks

Hi friends. I am in a mildly bitter but also hopeful and very very full mood, in case you were wondering. Yesterday I ran 7.5 kms, then did yoga, then climbed trees and walked around all afternoon. What did you do hmmmmmmm? Today I walked around a bit, made cookies then came over here to sit around and pretend to study. That about sums it up. I'm getting pretty good at saying I will do things, not doing them because I "have to study" and then sitting around staring at walls. I am also pretty damn good at not getting up in the morning. (Can you hear the bitter coming out?)

I suddenly got hit with this wave of lonely. I cannot study at all right now. I will be ravished by this Northwest Coast Art exam tomorrow morning. All I know is that Tsimshian masks have truncated pyramid cheeks and pointy chins, Kwakwaka'wkh masks have red rimmed eyelids. Unfortunately that combined knowledge might add up to half a question.
Seeing as I am on a random family's computer at the moment, all of their pictures are of the kids. I think the one above is especially good.

I think this may be illegal.

Ba da ba ba

ER, you don't give yourself enough credit. I would hardly call you a passive observer in a lot of circumstances; you dance and laugh and perform silly, half-drunken stunts with the best of them. And always, everyone you meet loves you. That's a talent, girl.

I'm a-sittin' in the library, having scored a seat on the stairs by the massive glass wall overlooking the pond. Which is choked with algae, by the way. The day is dark and dreary, and it makes me feel cold, but oh, well-Victoria.

Poor Grover got stuck outside last night and yowled so loud that the neighbours turned on their lights to see what was going on. So I was that abashed cat owner standing in the doorway in nothing but an overlarge T-shirt, ushering Grover inside and assuring the neighbourhood that all was well. Argh.

I haven't heard when I'm supposed to be heading up north yet, and I keep having dreams that I'm pregnant. Wierd. And a little scary.

Today is michaels birthday. Tonight I exploded myself with cheesecake and curry. Can i also say that its been nearly three years since the c-man and I had a kiss? Nuts. Baby, we are growing old too fast. I dont know what else to say. i had all sorts to say really, but they just escaped my ears. Maybe another time?

Then You Try To Do What You Did Before.

My stomach is rumbling. So is the whole house for that matter. They are doing laundry upstairs. This afternoon I really did consider going Somewhere and doing Something, I swear. Just I started reading. Then I started writing something out, then I started pulling yoga poses, and I didn't stop in time. I was going to go watch the Debate at Our Friends with Cable's house but things change quick. I really cannot stand Stevie Harper enough to listen to him speak, at all. Asshole.

I saw this talk that he gave a few party members not that long ago. One of them filmed it on their phone or something and sent it to the liberals and CBC. He speaks like a dictator. He said something along the lines of stamping out the socialists. If he gets back into office I will cry myself to sleep until infinity.

In other, non-political news: I got dragged out to "nineties night" last night, except we didn't get in. We stood in this line that we were not really supposed to stand in for about half an hour, listened to these really drunk guys screaming about the Black Hawks, keeping an eye on this guy who I know to be a rapist with the corner of my eye. Being bored and sober and la-dee-da. But yeah, Nick Findler was in the lineup, like three people from me. I know this because the guy standing behind me kept screaming his name a-la BBC Nature Hour marmot, and he finally turned around. Just my luck that the rapist is like 7 feet tall and Bulky. But this isn't funny. This is a man that punched his ex-girlfriend in the face and dragged her upstairs at a party to the sound of his cheering buddies. I have this on good authority.

Also looking good for getting a job at the Maltwood, starting in May. The curator said (quote) "this looks great" in reference to my cover letter.

That cranky woman with the missing cat just came by. They set up a "cat trap" in our side yard and are going to come by every 45 minutes to check it. Apparently they've seen the cat in our yard a couple of times. She asked if I could keep an eye on it. Clearly the cat does not like you, woman.

Fucking Bruised

I feel like a spectator. I like going to concerts and standing still, watching the music, watching the dancing. People think that I am shy and that this inhibits my ability to let loose and dance. The truth is, I am afraid I will miss something if I do. Maybe I am what people are afraid of when they are too shy to shake it up.

Last night we found an oddly placed rope swing hanging over the toxic green harbour downtown. The three that I was with did not even hesitate, they climbed down slowly but determinedly, they stepped gingerly over the chain rope barrier, they swung for a few minutes before coming back up. It didn't even occur to me that this was something I should try out too until later. Maybe my purpose in life is to watch and record, to analyze and to store these things in my mind's eye. I can always remember people's names, even if I have never met them.

In this way I am an extrovert: I like to be where the action is so that I can see it happening. I want to meet people, to know them, to get their essence down even I will never share anything with them.

All of this about myself too. Just had a thought and pounced on the available keyboard. You talk about you for a bit, ok?

One of these mornings...

Hey is that forest monster by any chance from the movie LEGEND featuring Tom Cruise and his poneytail? Favourite of my youth: it's over the top rediculous.

Yesterday Brett and went on twenty kilometre bike adventure (finally) and I pulled this awesome stunt where I hit this unexpected curb going down-hill fast and imprinted the handlebars in this lovely bruise shape on my thigh while laying flat on my back. Brett was concerned, I laughed hysterically. Other highlights include getting screamed at by this guy for not getting off my bike while crossing the street, getting stared at by some posh woman on a roadbike, seeing th bicycle police catch up with some guy breaking the bicycle law. Fast times on the Galloping Goose Trail, man.

Today will be spent cleaning. I am done school. Skype date at 4pm Shark, other people talked to Tyson

Forest Monster.

About a half hour ago, I thought I was going to do something relaxing and go down to the beach to listen to the waves and enjoy the moon. I walked around the house to go down to the beach and within feet of the staires I had to go down, I hear noises in the bush. The picture above immediatly came to mind. Or someone was going to rape me, which could be worst, depending on the situation. So I said to my said "freaky"and the noises started up again, the crunching of the leaves and bushes. Watch it be a deer, who knows, but still. So I came back inside, and with nothing to do, I wrote a blogpost.

Background music? http://hypem.com/#!/item/18vdt / http://tinyurl.com/3b45hn3

Btw, why did you text me and not tyson about the skype-up?

North to South East to You

I bought Fucking Healthy Cookies

The parents were here today. They bought me food. Then they brought us to that used bookstore with the chaotic stacks and stacks, which was just depressing because a) I have no money and b) the store had no trace of George Saunders. And the only Judy Budnitz book they had looked rediculous. But it's ok because now there is a butternut squash sitting on the counter next to a pineapple and a heap of tomatoes.

Any old how. I am on my 9793rd word of 25 pages and 9 weeks of writing. I may have said this before, but if you ever need advice on your diasporic Indian film choices, I got your back. Although you may not want to lean on me to heavily: by the time this is done with who knows how much substance I will have.

I wanna walk on your wavelength

Clean, dry socks. Orange sherbert. A new Katy Perry song on repeat (sorry about that).

Another hungover workday.

No more classes.

Awww, yeah.

Tall Dark and Lonely

"There comes a phase in life when, tired of losing, you decide to stop losing, then continue losing. Then you decide to really stop losing, and continue losing. The losing goes on and on so long you begin watching with curiosity, wondering how long you can go." - George Saunders In Persuasion Nation

Not to sound depressed. I just read this and thought it was both hilarious and infinitely tragic.

Last night, in a fit of "Last Day of Term Happies" we had a spontaneous and very very gratifying wine and oreo party with three friend that invited themselves over, and one that we invited. We were all satisfyingly tipsy and full to the brim (at least I was) with free History in Art appetizers and snacks that people seem to feel obligated to bring over. We sat on the floor in the kitchen and talked about our feelings, we figured out that the reason that all the lamps in this cursed house do not work is because the light bulbs are broken.

This morning Sabo woke up with a pounding head and put in Bambi. I have to write a French paper, no big surprise, due at midnight.

Oh and Shark, remember Cat? She is moving into your old room. I think she is as good as we are going to find, room-mate wise. Sabo called her drunk last night and spewed out some expectations. Oh and I know exactly what is in your package from Israel, he had to write it on the outside of the box for customs I guess.