Tomorrow : Happy birthday Sarah S Tomorrow Wednesday

How's it going? Hope well. Here, nothing is happening other then the small town deal and me not knowing whether band practice was going on tonight, so I just didn't show off. Felt good. Taking life into my own hands! (small scale though)

This last week involved dealing with shit and then reading critos dialogue to debate with c-man for a good hour over some of the finer aspects of that.

Did you see the cake I made? I think it's pretty great. Mind you, that was a while ago, but I thought I should still bring it up. The cake was simple and pretty. 

Nothing else to say, just thought i would say something.

cream cheese and dijon mustard. what.

So far its been a great day. Except for that minor misshap in first class of the morning in which I smashed a mug and hysteria ensued. And the fact that I spent my architecture class glowering as my prof recaped how to read a textbook, how to access the image database we've all been using for 3+ years and everything we've learned so far in class in order to get out of actually giving a lecture. He seems to be really good at looking really dumb, that one.
Anyway. After all that I rushed across campus and up a flight of stairs to this light a breezy room in Clerihue where I discovered that my seminar was 9 boys to 7 girls. You know how many times I have been in a room with more boys than girls at UVic? NO TIMES. It was an incredible experience, let me tell you. The man sitting next to me had this heavy romantic accent and about 17 rings and seemed to know the answer to every single question. His eyelashes were so thick I'm wondering if he was able to see anything at all. I started this feud with a cardigan wearing so and so sitting diagonally across from me. Apparently he didn't like being corrected, so that the next time I made my own point he pretended not to hear. Don't ask me why I prefer to learn alongside men. It may be a sexest thing but I get so sick of women and their expressions of empathy sometimes that I forget that there are still guys out there who can make the single word "weapon" sound like some soda fountain treat of yore.

And then I ran into this guy that had spent his first anniversary at Marketas with his adorable "new" wife. And it was a little shocking to see my work world mixing with my school world. You get a little bit too used to having people pop in and out of your life working at a bed and breakfast. I think I am about 1/2 as friendly as I was to the guests when I first started.

I think the main reason why I am in a great mood is because it is both sunny and windy right now. My favourite combination.

Harkens back to those days when my mom would bundle us all into the car during a wind storm and we would drive down to the ocean and run around yelling into the wind. Also ferry rides. The epitome of being happy in the wind. 

I've Been Asleep For A Long Long Time.

Having a semi- productive day. Productive in terms of I'm getting things done that I've been whining about almost non-stop for about a month ish. Plus I painted this SC esque picture of a giant mouth and cheeks- nose is proving temperamental. Maybe one day you will see it. And say something like "Oh Emma, You're SO good at painting pictures of big ugly mouths!" And I will be flattered and blush modestly like a lady ought to.

That being said. I told this goth-o guy that I would write him a postcard so I am currently converting/recycling this paper that I have. Listening to this band called Wye Oak, which is sometimes verging on irksome. 

Other than that I am sitting here in my brand spanking merino wool toque dreaming of a day when my lips/nose/hands/feet will not be chapped beyond recognition. I will be going to school in an hour. Thinking I may go running after that. Well. 

And Sabo met some new people in the Bibliocafe so she will tell you that story when she sees you. I myself have heard the same story words at least 4 times already. 

Gurrllsss, I have a plan. If i win a million dollars next month, I'll be taking you ladies to the "wadi rum" by oppenheim architecture, a eco resort built with the purpose of sustainability in the middle of the dessert. The beast is suppose to be finished by 2014 and until then, this picture is just giving me silly tingles.

SMCISOOO COOL

Honestly, and I'm going to be honest here, my head is pounding right now. Like a beat that I can't keep up with, it's there, making things inconvenient. I've ate, don't worry, I've made pot stickers with failed tofu. It wasn't fail-fail, but it looked more like ricotta cheese then a block of pure soy curd. Slightly depressing. Actually, to tell the truth, everything has been less then perfect theses days. My pea soup burned, my pot stickers burned (stay ate them though) and my tofu has been less then perfect.

I think I'm going to spend the week living off bagels, oatmeal raisin cookies and black tea. Maybe some oranges too.

My mind has been wondering off too. Along with the snow. I swear, one night of rain, and it's totallement disappeared. I'm not happy with that, and I'm disappointed that this lack of winter is forcing me into this corner. I wish i could get drunk and be normal-temperature in my pjs. I don't feel like trying to warm myself up, while looking at the bright green grass outside.

Other then allllllll that, my wi-fi at home is back and running. So that's nice. I've been glued to the computer for a day and a half now enjoying the more complicated things in life.

Hope the new year is treating you girls well SO FAR and that good things are going to come. Like Sarah Chezick turning 21. cha cha cha cha cha cha cha. (soon)

Here there be dragons

 

Yo, girls. It's been awhile, huh?

Things have changed, things have stayed the same. I'm drinking strong (see: alcoholic) hot chocolate, on a Monday, as a reward for washing a mound of dishes. Walked outside today and bought both an iPod dock and the ingredients for the world's most spectacular sandwiches. Fresh, soft white chia bread, thick yellow tomatoes that have somehow retained that earthy vegetable smell, marble cheese, lots of mayo. For the meat component, I bought a ready-bbq'd chicken and stripped the rest of the meat off of it to make soup. Are you drooling yet? Two sandwiches, with a glass of sweet, pulpy orange juice, were both my lunch and dinner. For dessert, there were a couple small squares of dark chocolate left over from the night we made the mousse/moose.

Can't wait to meet some good friends again in a few short weeks, I plan on hugging them to within an inch of their lives. 

That sounded creepier than was intended.

Emma, I did read Choke. And I won't ruin it for you, except to say that it isn't Chuck's best, and it's awfully pornographic.

So there.

Casually Cruel.

Listening to LCD Soundsystem. Everyone else is passed out in the living room, typical friday afternoon at Ritchie House, as Laura calls it.
Not really a lot to say since the last time but I figure someone had to do it. You know when you don't talk to someone for a long time so that you feel like talking about regular things is not good enough and you feel like you have to say something big and important? Yeah, that's what its like.
Had New Years, worked, went camping in the torriential rainforest that is Port Renfrew, got soaked to the skin, watched Brett fall in a creek, found a seal carcass on the shore with a bullet wound, went to a potluck, played Ukrainian dice a few times, watched Brett trip and fall into the ocean, joined a mob to troop across the elementary school, watched the second half of Annie Hall, was woken up by Brett falling into bed with me, gave him a hug, went for breakfast with some ladies. Got carpet burn from sleeping on my face.
I need to go to school for a bit. I think maybe I will take the stack of cans outside while I'm at it.
Have a nice day.