sounds Weirdly Calming.

I feel quiet right now. The snow stopped falling and its all wet and slight white outstide. the bread just finished, but im talking to you right now, so ill wait to go shower. Thats true love ay.

Today was actually a alright day.
Rose: Snow and tire sur la neige (canadian tire...)
Thorn: lack of oatmeal. snow stopped.

Baby, I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin'

I was just remembering a conversation I had with someone... can't remember who now. We were wondering if it were possible to teach your children the wrong names for colours before they went to public school so that when for the rest of their lives they would go around saying 'look at that brown fire hydrant' etc etc. Although the question is, why would you want to? I was thinking about this because for some reason I always get into arguments with my friend Laura about what coulour things are, like today I was like: 'punch buggy orange! (PUNCH) and she was like: 'ow! That's not orange that's red!' At which point we argued the meaning of orange for a bit.

Lately I've been covering all the classics: I am reading Frankenstein, Slaughterhouse-Five, Crackpot,and Marathon Man simultaneously and last night I watch Persuasion which could possibly be the most romantic story I have ever read/heard/seen.

And yesterday I went into the ocean for the second time in the New Year. Cartier insisted that we go down to Cattle Point (glad he did) and we ended up walking back along the ocean- which was all crags and people's backyard beaches. And as we all know, for some reason walking along the beach takes about 3 times longer than going along the road, no matter how much more direct it is. We saw some ibises, some ducks and seagulls and geese, and a pair of mink and sea otters respectively. Not to mention the ancient christmas tree that was on the shore and the pounds of sea glass that I brought back.

Good Adventure.

Gas Up The Chopper For You Tonight

Hey Shark, don't feed racoons... how will they ever survive when you leave? And speaking of animal connections, this tuesday I fell in love with a rabbit. I named her Martha, she is so chubby and sweet and I see her most days in the bushes in front of my building. (Laura told me its a female because she has this weird double chin thingy. Good to know)Anyways the on Tuesday we stared into each other's eyes for like five minutes, literally. Weird as this sounds, this rabbit kind of confirmed my belief in reincarnation. She definetely has a soul.

I am glad you are settling down way over there. I got your second letter today and will probably send a reply on monday.

So Laura is house-sitting way out on the other side of the city and it has been weird without her next door to pop by every couple of hours. I swear next year will be weeeeird without having to share a bathroom with like 20 strangers and not being able to just take two steps and see her.

Anyways I have decided this wednesday that beer is the devil and should only be sipped gently.

Okay, now i have time for a real life post. Things are going great mortimer (big change from earlier this week-though the job is still bugging me, it just isnt bugging me as much, like seriously, im just their messager lady, in black pants and a blacker jacket, trying to figure out the metro and buses for me to deliver shit in differant places.) Got your letter today, it was sitting on the floor in front of the door to my room, and i just yelled and freaked out that a letter was there and yelled at gillian and scott about them not telling me. It was good.

Today at work was really cool, i got to talk this lady named louise, and shes like the only anglophone *the terms anglophones slash francophones are used constantly here.
*i learnt that Jazzé, is really cool way in french to say your just chatting- on juste jazz ici. everyday mortimer, iàm just getting better.
Anyways, yeah, i was talking to her, and she basically been everywhere in the world, from hong kong, vancouver island, turkey, europe, africa, australia, nz and on and on on and on. Shes intense Mortimer, shes definatly of my favorites. plus another bonus of this job is thats like literatly 30 seconds from chinatown. Anyways, i just work at this cool job jsut two times a week, the other three im at the lame hospital¡ but! i went to the park while i was eating lunch and fed the squirels (bet your jealous- cause they actually came to my hands) and this random girl came up and started talking to me, and telling me how you can feed racoons, and yes i said racoons after nine on mount royal- which isnt really a mountain, itès like little mountain, but oh well, ill take whatevr i get.

Anyways, love you, and hope your day is tight.

HAhahah

This was my day.

This was my day mortimer. A mess. Work up to a annoying french radio, but the room is now all mine, because the charlottetown girl moved to the couch, but thats cool, because the couch is someplace id like to be too.

Todays been a shit day. Work was shit, and plus it looks like goodlooking persian man has deleted me from his facebook, fuck him, fuck the world. BEGH

oh the guy who taught us to make bread-

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WROTE A BOOK

I like watching the puddles gather rain.

I haven't written in four days, which doesn't sound that long but feels like eternity. I'm trying to remember what I did last thursday but I am failing.

This morning though, I talked to most of my favourite people, in Canada and otherwise. I really do believe that I will be in Brazil this summer. Fo'real yo' Teeson is in this place that has the name of a fantasy land and apparently also gorgeous beaches. Cha-ching.

Last night I watched Finding Forrester instead of doing French homework like a good little girl. The Forrester character in that movie really reminds me of Mr. Standing, high-school english teacher in a school small enough that I could have him for english two years in a row. Maybe its just the beard and random life lessons that he tosses in.

off topic: lately I have really got into Noah and the Whale. This song off their most recent album, 'Blue Skies' is very sweet, as are most of their stuff but really : "this is a song for anyone who can't get out of bed" that was me yesterday, it was rediculously comfortable.

Still haven't got used to this time change deal. It feels slightly earlier than it is at all times. Like for instance, it feels like I still have an hour before class, but in reality I have to be there in ten minutes.

Welcome Fishies To My Hook

Hello hello hello. It's been a while. Or has it? Lately days have been flying by but at the same time yesterday feels like another lifetime. All I've been doing is knitting this peach scarf and scraping by on the homework front. It seems like I keep agreeing to go places with people, which results in me having no time to actually get shit done. I want to learn everything in the world, but I don't want to do it on a timelimit, or to be tested on it. I have taken to wearing eye makeup and swearing profusely. My room right now is covered in random pieces of paper and piles of books- tea mugs that have yet to be washed are strategically placed so that visitors to the room won't be able to see the insides of them. Tomorrow, I swear I am not doing anything I don't want to do, even if E insists its a night to get drunk and slutty. She has yet to learn that I don't really DO either of those, especially the slutty one; I mean, I wish Icould throw caution to the wind and get it on with a random but its not going to happen. Especially this time of month.

I have discovered that running with music makes all the difference. May I recommend 'It's All Gonna Break' by Broken Social Scene? It's 9:51 which is exactly the amount of time it takes for me to do a mile. Plus there is an epic trumpet section which arrives around the time that I have a little downhill stint, makes all the difference, let me tell you.

If my life consisted of going to classes but not having assignments, reading books for long hours, and going for long walks with people I love, I woud be absolutely content. At the same time though, I need inconsistency in my life. I need to have a breakdown one day, be on top of the world the next. You may be able to tell that I am a picky eater

EVERYDAY I FEEL THE SAME

So I am fiddling with my web cam to put off reading two chapters of classical mythology and have been doing funny things like focusing the camera on my fingers as I type and trying to figure out after what I have written. Real cool, right? I don't have anything all that exciting to say except today I had a midterm exam and I could not for the life of me remember the four senses of the word guru in sikhism. I don't know how anyone can have a religion that involves so much memorization of lists. Anyway, here is a picture I took of my eye.