Mortimer oh Mortimer, where are you? Turns out I might have a gig on valentines day, so you might have to prolong your hot date for a bit more, (knox, show at 6) and meet me up laterz.

What else... aaaaah nothing at all, my hands are covered in scratches, at least 6 that are easily counted and I know for a fact, that i don't know where they came from, thus another page in the book of mystery.

I know nothing of beer Mortimer, so why talk about it? I was thinking about that (me and my connecting with booze) ce soir, while walking down sunrise, and i realized, that when i am in montreal and if i do choose to go out for a drink or meet a hot date or business partners or anything with my new best friends forever, i'll know nothing of to get for a drink. I'll be like " Uhh, wine" and look like a bum doing so. I've heard of a slingapour sling, which is something that sounds sweet, but at the same time, i just might have to order anything that has pineapple in it. Makes sense?

I finished "Eating Animals" a bit ago, so you'll be getting that soon. I also found my birthday cirtificate today, meaning "i'd time" here i come!

I really don't have anything interesting to update you with. Hope you are having one hell of a night.

That Picture Made Me Smile Too

arghhhhh.... never going that long without playing soccer again. Why do my arms hurt? How is that at all related to sprinting? And we didn't even win.

There is my complaint for the day- oh wait, I have another one: why is my neighbour so eager to get me to come kick boxing with her? I can't hit people when I'm not mad at them

Ok good news now: it isn't raining! (although it may as well be- grey as... pavement that's been spit on my a horny teenage boy) And there are still people outside walking around in shorts. AAAAnd I'm going to play billiards on friday, which will inevitably lead to sex in inappropriate locations. Or me winning copious amounts of blackmarket dollars.

Funny Story About Beer and Beowulf: so the other day I wrote as my status that I was sick of Old English (by which I literally meant the old version of the language English) and so when --- commented that I should try Stella Artois, which is a step up, I had literature on the brain and thought the name was vaguely familiar. So when I looked up Stella- who I had envisioned as this renegade Victorian era novilist- I was Very Dissapointed when I realized that the reason this name was familiar was because it was a kind of beer. And so is Old English I guess. And I am dumb... And I should drink more beer

Thanks Mortimer, the picture actually made me smile.

Today is a cleaning day today at my house and i'm figuring out exactly what i need for katimavik. Mostly it's tshirts, bathing suit. Also i'm making dog treats, peanut butter ones and my god, i made the yummiest cup cakes yesterday too... http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2010/01/hot-fudge-sundae-cupcakes/
I say, this is a amazing cup cake recipe, but it only made 8 big cupcakes, still, enough for everyone in my family to have one as a perfecto dessert.

Hope your enjoying the sunny day :)

Wounded Mother I`ll Never See

Shark, if I were there I would give you a ten minute hug. Meanwhile I'm stuck in Victoria. Going to a political rally today to protest Steven Harper's sweaters. Or something like that. And late last night I couldn`t sleep so I went on Omegle, and right in the middle of this convo about British politics with this nice boy from England, he asked me if I was horny. It has never occured to me that Margret Thatcher might turn anyone on, but there we go. Apparently I`m asexual+ immun to that kind of stuff.

I feel the same way about Haiti, man. All I can do at this point is sit behind a bakesale table because at this point I don't even have money to offer.

And the picture above? That's the three of us. Zoola and I on respective ends. Shark in the middle with all her hair piled on top. And some squeez in the background mackin' on that poor little boy. That's totally how you hold a camera anyways Shark. I`ve never understood your one-handed magic

I'm feeling kindof bleh right now.

I feel like swimming, but I also feel like hugging someone for ten minutes straight (which the intention in place, and no awkwardness at all). I also feel sad i guess in general. Ive been exposed to all sorts of media all day, the daily news paper, talk shows, news, radio- all talk of the same thing, the same thing being the shit going down in Haiti and the more i hear it in my ears, the more i wish i could do more then donate money. Maybe i could be a doctor and have already joined Doctors without Borders, or maybe be such a pressence that something can be happened as quickly as possible. All i'm saying is that in theory i rather be donating skills then money, for i such the first will be used better then i could hope. But i can't, so money it may be.

I have to admit, that looks pretty gross

Yes, I am jealous of your homecooked meals (and your collection of eggplants) But I am a little confused by what exactly it is you're eating. And I can't really envision you as a vegetarian, really. There have been too many times when you've been like: "I just feel like goat right now..." and the rest of us have rolled our eyes. Who will take over the position of ecclectic-eater?? And I was flipping through channels the other day and landed on 90210- guess who was referenced?! Jonathan Safran-Fracking-Foer! On pop. TV! So you will understand if everything I write doesn't make sense because I am busy scraping the ooze off the walls.

In other news I ran into Zoola and her friend Jethro (real name- hilarious) and she was in one of her brisk/agressive moods and sat really far away on the bus and didn't talk except to tell me to come see her play- which I have already seen. SO. Not too impressed with her.

Also tonight I had orange-ginger stirfry with extra veggies because the guy making it was nice. Not to mention a-ok looking. (Maybe should go for a job serving stirfrys?)

I have a knitting problem too. I keep adding on stiches by accident without realizing it. What the hell is happening?

Mortimer, this is what my family is eating tonight.

You know, the more and more i read " Eating Animals" By Jonathan Safran Foer, the more i realize that being vegetarian wouldnt be the end of the world. Sure it connects me to memories, memories that wouldnt be the same without the meat and the people eating meat, but because we have all formed our memories around that sort of thing, animals are paying with it. Because there are too many of us, there are too many of pigs and poultry suffering to meet the demands and money flowing.

I guess what I really want, is if i'm going to be eating the flesh of another, he or she should be only dead after a epic, heart felt battle, and my husband, who is a lookalike lumber jack, walking up the wood path with the animal over his shoulder, scratches over my mans face, and the pride! in the dead animals eyes.

Mortimer, you'll get this book before i leave (don't worry!) and i think you'll be feeling the same way

Oh and for your mental note, the day that i'm talking of, still hasnt arrived.

January, eh?

As I write this I am watching people pass under my window, which is safely half-concealed by a tree. I have to admit that even I find this weather rediculous. Five minutes ago a group of over-eagers were out there tossing a frisbee back and forth in tshirts. (wait, that guy just took off his shoes and rolled up his pants!!!) Yesterday I wore flip flops to my late afternoon class. Not that it's been sunny or anything. Just goddam warm. I've worn a winter jacket a grand total of twice this winter.

Meanwhile Edmonton is experiencing colder temperatures than anywhere in the world and Florida's got frost. Nuts.

147?!

High fives all around... unless this is the number of times this page has been visited ever? In which case at least half of that number is me. So you will be happy to know that I have escaped the fetal position and have had probably the best Monday I have had. Ever.

Starting of course with my decision to skip French class because for one thing it is in a computer lab in the basement- which in itself is a crime- and for another because it was sunny for the first time. Ever. So instead of going to write French stuff in the Clerihue dungeon, I went into town and bought apricot tea from a famous tea shop and wandered through limp rose gardens. Next I went to find out how much I owe for tuition and Guess What! The answer is nothing! If that doesn't just make you jump out of your seat with joy, I frankly do not understand you people. Other good news: I joined the English Union for Nerds Like Me (coincidently listening to Wolf Like Me- har) aaand I get to go watch a nice looking flamenco guitarist Saturday night with none other than Mommy-dearest.

Shark I do not understand your root fetish- but I guess everyone needs a hobby

intense roots!