I seriously thought this was terry fox

Turns out there is lychee liquor. Turns out I now have photo i.d (yes!). Turns out i have to figure out a object that symbolizes me (help?) and bring it to montreal, for a group actiivity. I have a week to figure out what i am going to pack and then some. I need shoes.

Today was my last day housesitting. It was lonely at times, and nice at others. I liked the fact they had a hottub and laptop. I also liked the fact that my friend next came over and we made sushi and rented stupid movies and made pancakes. I also like the fact he said straight up he's horny in the mornings. Honest people like that make me happy. Not in the turned on way, but in the "thats cool" typa way.

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Wow. Just read a blog that went on and on about the inspiration that comes from a woman as she has so many roles in life ("multi-facted" ) as mother, lover and erm caretaker of man. And I say fuck that shit.

Maybe I'm being selfish but the sole purpose of my life is not to inspire men. Sorry. (Is this why I'm single, really?) Anyways I think 3/4 girls I know would laugh hysterically at this idea. Maybe I'm just tooo used to being treated as an equal.

Anyway, had an alone day. Went to the museum, wandered around downtown, saw some Chinese Celebration involving fire crackers and men dressed up as dragons. Is it Chinese New Year maybe? Also all the businesses in China Town have lettuce heads hanging in front of their doors tied with a red ribbon. One day I might know why, but right now I'm feeling way to lazy, and anyway what words would I search up? I'm suppposed to be writing a paper about the Coast Salish people but I am uninspired at the moment. I have a feeling that even if the writing is a massacre I will get and A, my TA's tight like that.

I dunno what to say. Maybe I'll go get dinner.

hey. So today has been hella long. Started up with me waking up, then washing stuff, packing stuff, eating stuff, looking up these sphere things on the internet, arguing with my dad about going to Brazil, getting on a train, laughing with bro about alleged massacre by a 3 year old named Marshall, taking a picture of a squished tree house in Shawnigan lake, dragging my suitcase off the train and three blocks up hill, onto a bus, home, up three flights of stairs, running to the bathroom, getting dinner with Rose, talking with Laura about her bitchy co-worker, going to see New Moon, eating a pumpkin flavoured granola bar, getting into bed, looking a 23 pictures on Facebook, talking to Shark. (phewf)

About New Moon: I went because of the hype and it was 2.50 in theaters. There is this one part where Bella and Edward are standind in a forest talking and the things they say could definetely fit into a porno. No joke.

Bella: I'm coming

Ed: I don't want you to come.

etc.

Laura suprised us all by making a vagina joke. kudos

My friends were just here. At the house I'm house sitting at. We had pancakes and sausages and wonderful pineapple and grapes and oranges and hot chocolate with whipped cream. We enjoyed the hot tub and had a 3 minute dance party. I'm really going to miss them. Mortimer bought a new friend along today- her name is Laura (shes really nice), so another one to add to the hot, lovely seasoned pot of life.

Started the dishwasher, started some laundry. Dad just phoned telling my my driver licence is at his office and ready for my to use as drinking i.d when i am in impressive places. I also need lotion, my hands are so dry right now.

So today we were on the way to Shoppers (by the back way) and we saw this hooligan dumping books methodically into a dumpster. So on our way out, with the sun dying slowly, my crazy-legs friend hopped in and we rescued most of them. So I got like ten new books today, none of them look that good though. Couple of romance, couple of suspense, one medical book for villages without doctors.

How's it going? I'm watching men's figure skating right now. Earlier I went into a hot tub. Man, i wish i had a house with a hot tub for the 7.30 hot tub experiences. My dad just sent me this interesting way of making goat cheese, kind of like a simple ricotta, but obviously made me goats milk and lemon and garlic. I\d like to put flowers in it like that funky cheese you can get really expensive like at thrifties.

This place is simply a mess. I don't know where the vacuum is. Oh and Mortimer, guess what!!! i made gyoza that tasted like gyoza !!! isn't that impressive.

HMM, apparently i should be getting my plane tickets today. And going out for lunch ( hot and sour tofu soup anyone?) I should clean this place up. Mortimer call! so i can catch this bus into town.

MILK is delicious, MILK is nutritious

I never for the life of me believed that not having milk in one's house could be such an issue. I mean... we can't even put anything in our tea besides sugar- although they might have honey somewheres. So Shark is house sitting and I am keeping her company- complaining in lovely unison. I am on a laptop that isn't mine, it belongs to a man named "Jim". It has spell check too which kind of bugs me because I can't make up words with the squiggly red line appearing and telling me I am WRONG WRONG WRONG. This is funny: I don't think I have ever written this blog with Shark in the vicinity, even if she is in the shower.
Later on she is going to her impressive bakery job and I may walk into the next town over and wander around. We are going to a tropical themed party at some kid we knows place. I am wearing a cowichan sweater. I didn't get the memo.
The picture I uploaded is the only one on the guest file of this comp. Jim is stranger than the average salmon-doctor.

Ceiling high book shelves and wood. Pure Strong Wood.

Today, was a lazy, yet rushed day. Up until noon, it was nice. Come noon, my dad came in for his lunch time break and then started flipping poo about the fact his uncle (my great uncle) (who has this really cool cabin by lake winnipeg) comming to visit us for the weekend. Turns out he was out here to attempt to see some olympic fun, turns out he had a olympic dinner with the Gordon man. Turns out, he has 10 stories for every hour. I like people like that.

So we cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. My hands permantly red from washing dishes and other things. I then went to marimba band practice. Turns out rob will replace me. *nice?* The plan is for while i'm gone, we will do a skyping ordeal. Me with my new friends, watching band practice. Doesn't that sound nice?

Also, Mortimer i really really like the book shelf picture. I hope my future husband can put up with that building demand.

Hope your having fun with tyson, maddy and zzzzzzzzzzzzoooooooola

Now that your here- i know just what to do. Now that you're here, i'mma going to come, come to you.

1. I need to find more pictures of russian dolls.
2. I need to make this bacon, peanut butter cookie recipe
3. Need to get the shit organized for katimavik
4. I don't like it when you say to someone "... and that makes me feel sad" and they say back "oh well". That's Mean.
5. I need to read more.
6. Mail some more letters
7. Hike
8. Explore
9. Clean my rooom
10. Make a fort.

I have this terrible habit of writing things that people say down when I think they are funny, to that point that today I was sitting in class surrounded by people I didn't know, and this guy on the other side of the girl next to me said something about running seven victory laps (too lazy to dig out the actual quote) and I giggled softly to myself and whipped out my notebook. So the next time you see me writing furiously in a little brown book, its probably whatever you just said that is being scrawled out. Maybe one day I will write a book composed completely of things other people have said. I will have to make it anonymous in case someone is flipping through and recognizes something they said that made me laugh hysterically. This will end up being that joke from Monty Python that makes everyone die of Extreme Hilarity.

"Same thing we do every night Pinky. Try and take over the world"