This is written from the fetal position, listening to my electric kettle drown out the "Song of the Shepherd's Dog" or whatever its called. Actually I think it's called "Wolves" and then the last bit in brackets... What looks like a pine needle just came out of my kettle, and I honestly could care less about where the hell it came from. Every move I have made in the last hour and a half has reminded me that I am a woman (including dashing to the bathroom with a watering mouth and still having to smile and greet the girl coming in the other side and pretend I'm just in there for the usual reasons) Men, consider yourselves lucky. To top it all off my 830 class this morning was cancelled, so waking up at 730 to lie in bed thinking about having a shower was clearly not the best choice. No wait- to top it all off my dog died on friday morning and everytime I tell someone I get choked up in a way that I used to do about my mom. I don't understand people who don't cry when their dogs die, especially when they are old (Not naming any names) What I feel right now is something akin to how Will Smith feels when Sam dies in that movie with zombies.

I guess you could blame it on the hormones. But it feels like more people than ever want to be my friend right now and all I want to do is lock my door and listen to sad music. I just wish my 'real friends' were here to take my mind off things (you know who you are)

A wonderful painting but no other then my best friend allisons chulnik- a lovely lady who lived up the staires of this newly reno'ed appartment i was living in for the 5th decade of my life. She had a green kitchen, something i've always admired. She had a library, though she never actually called it a library, just a room of books. But coincidently you could also call that a library, so it makes sense that she did.

I met her while walking down the staires on my usual 630 am walks/stroll around the block. See, i dont really like bragging, but i do more or less consider myself a explorer of sorts. I explored vast lands in my youth and my neighbourhood has been a pretty interesting scene lately.

Persian princes, men in black, men with beards, things that don't make sense and dutch men seem to be the scene -If ya know what i mean.

Avatar

Just had a relevation from my e-book about Hinduism. Theory: the word Avatar used by James Cameron et. al. comes from the term avataras which are the incarnations of Visnu, Rama and Krsna, as seen in 2nd century BCE epic poems.

Hollywood has really outdone itself. It was like discovering that the philosophers stone was really something, that Tolkien borrowed the idea of the rings from Beowulf, and that Twilight is basically Wuthering Heights with a few minor changes.

Portrait of a Child With Rooster and Cigarette

Well, I'd say this picture is representative of... Industry? Or maybe the photographer just wanted to freak everybody out. Either way my French prof sounds like a cat. And today she spent an hour and a half teaching us how to use word on a mac and then how to use a dictionary. So I am toying with the idea of bringing oranges to the next class. Who the hell is deadly allergic to oranges anyways? She's basically asking to be killed.

Do You Like The Fish?

I wonder what this is made out of

Mind Lost, Not Found

Hm so I was in the middle of a post not long ago and accidently clicked out of this window. I don't really feel like repeating myself either. Plus my mom just went out, asking me to turn off the dryer when the timer went off, but the timer isn't on (doo doo doo doo) And I've had a headache ever since sitting in the first row of last night's 3D adventure, next to some wheezy old guy that reeked of cigarettes and his wife, chatty Kathy.

On the bright side I have no obligations until New Years, which is on Thursday, so I think I will read for as many hours straight as possible, and maybe write in this blog.

That;s a cute picture there, (the last one) it reminds me of this facebook group that i saw this australia girl joined a while back called (not to exact words) something about being sad when you see a old person eating alone. Which is cute.

I've been in a pissed off mood today, last night i went to bed late, not the happiest or best feeling around, thenwas woken up suddenly to be taken out to do a whole six hour day of shopping. i've been feeling like puking all day, i went to bed feeling like i should puke.

I feel alright now though, the butterscotch in my mouth, slurping around is doing the trick. and the fire across the room is roaring high.

How romantic! but not really! because the persian man won;t talk to me!

Hey yous. All I can say about gingerbread is don't use a Martha Stewart recipe if you plan on eating it... hardest shit ever.

So that girl who wanted to go to the art gallery? The class ended and I still don't know her name. Gah. Its alright though, I think I will just loiter around in public places in order to meet people. Plus a new semester is about to begin so that's four classes full of new faces (:D)

So right now I am sitting in the library because the internet in my building mysteriously conked out on the last day of classe, so this is my only way of listening to the Bucky Awards. Down side? I feel guilty that I am not studying like everyone else. And also I can't full out dance to some of these songs, for example, Magique by We Are Wolves just came on and I had to resist the urge to start wildly thrashing around. Anyways should get back to my frech stuff, considering my exam is tomorrow night, a 7. Weird eh?

haha eh