I had this picture earlier, but then i was like "fuck it"

I liked your pictures you sent me. Today was a lazy day. I spent hours listening to marimba music, and then some minutes eating avocado and almonds and random cheese and salami and applesauce.

Right now, my head and stomach are feeling explosive. My friends are in the kitchen steps from me, listening to nice trumpet and cleaning up the kitchen after a good dinner of lentil soup and ribs and hummus and various things.

Tomorrow i'm back to work, taking the metro at eight in the morning. Remind me to buy a watch, just because its a really practicle thing to have in life.

But He Can't Live On Both Sides Of The Fence

Well Hi there, I didn't see you. No, no come in, sit down let me tell you about my days.

Remember I told you that I was discovering a new part of Victoria everyday? Well yesterday we walked around the harbour and up to Beacon Hill Park through St Anne's Academy. Let me tell you- creepiest old catholic school evah. The actual building was closed but they had pictures on display in one of the windows of 'the good old days' and there were all these nuns and small boys sitting on ivy covered benches etc. But all there faces were blurred or splotchy. Sally was going off about some horror movie and my mind brought up all the books I have ever read in which nuns torture small children and bury their bones in the lovely garden of the monastery. And apparently underneath the city there are all these tunnels and connected catacombs that have been sealed off. Goal for the next 4 years- get into the tunnels.

This afternoon I plan on visiting the renowned haunted Helmecken Alley downtown that connects what used to be the prison to what used to be where they publicly hung people. Nice

You Want Never Bitter and All Delicious

I had a flowery day too. This morning Laura and I fooled ourselves into thinking that we would go for a run and we ended up sprawled in the grass next to the path making a daisy chain and talking about the word archipelago, which apparently I don't pronounce properly. We walked back covered head to toe in daisy creations. I had carrot soup for lunch, which was lovely.

I have made up my mind to go somewhere I have never been in this city everyday for as long as I am here. So today I found that path and last night around 11pm I walked home from the house that Laura is sitting and found this random restaurant in the middle of a nice smelling forest. It has a little oily pond behind it and I was thinking: If I had a rowboat this would be my number one rowing choice. I think tomorrow I will go to the cemetery.

And Shark- I don't know if we CAN lose connections. We are living together, remember?

Here in francophone city, its beautifully sunny. I bought some lilies for a friend, and i felt very city slicker bringing them on the subway.
How are you doing? We should talk soon, i realized today, (because my head is in full thinking mode without a ipod, god bless his lovely little soul) that i havent talked to you for ages, along with zoola. let's not loose them ties.

Not alot is happening right now. Things are ultimately calm. I love it.

If you're still up, call me when you get this.

Taking things day by day defiantly helps the world of life goes by a bit faster. And then, at night, at the times just like this, where i don't really have the time to be witting in this, i have time to look back and realize what pissed me off ultimately, what made me smile buckets and what i should calm down on.

Also, on a different note, the amount of adorable couples in Montreal are rising each day, and i'm realizing how much i lack a consistant man. A man who lives down the road, in a cute little shit shack, doing something not so much productive, but creative, and i can just run there in the middle of the night, telling him how much i want to kiss him, or i painted him a picture, brought him a song to listen to, or i wasjust bored and wanted to hang out, sorry for barging in.

Mortimer, thats how i've been lately, wanting something consistent, and wanting a ten minute hug. But the ten minute hug thing comes around each month.

In My Best Clothes, This Is When I Need You

I wrote my first song today. It was a collaboration of course. About alcohol, which is funny because I didn't used to drink at all, it used to scare me. I think I relaxed these past two years, it feels like I have completely changed. I dunno if this is necessarily a good thing. Now my brother is suggesting we share his vodka with him before he moves back home and although the idea is nice because that's what siblings should be able to do, at the same time I cannot fathom it going right. I am trying to imagine telling my parents that my responsible, engineer brother bought his underage sister alcoholic beverages.

I just met Laura's WHOLE FAMILY. Seriously, even her grandma was there, I feel like I should be expecting a marriage proposal any day now. (Lauree if you read this I expect you to leave a comment, you know) Anyway it was weird because we stood in the hallway talking for like half an hour and I was thinking that if those were my parents we probably wouldn't have any conversation at all. Because lets face it- my parents are very old-fashioned and a little severe.

I have a french exam tomorrow morning and I'm a little worried because I have no idea what to study... How am I supposed to review for a writing class? It just cannot be done, son

their broken necks will line the ditch until you stop it stop it stop it

Yeah but if you think about it really Oceanside already has burroughs. Coombs, French Creek, Qualicum Bay, Errington, Whiskey Creek etc etc. And no one really knows about them either, in fact very few people have heard about Parksville around this place.

Yes my night was nice. I hung out with Brett and Billy and this random English guy named Dan and these two stoners named James and Liam that we met in the woods. This guy who's room we went to at one point renamed Brett Kyle and Billy Alan, which was a little weird so we ended up calling Brett Kyle a lot and he had to write "You are not Kyle" on his hand in red sharpie. He left around 830 this morning, which was super early considering we went to bed around 3 am (Wooooee)

Anyways I am not going to Brazil but I think I am going to get a job at The Old School House and another night job at Bard to Broadway selling tickets. This way I will be all set and rich for September. Brett and Zoola are all excited about living together and I have to admit I'm getting a little jealous. But whatevah. I'll have the whole year with them...

Oh man! Found the cutest little neighbourhood past Bubba Rosa's. It's a street lined with really tall chestnut trees and tight shops, including this cafe that makes London Fogs I would punch a baby for.

Let's create the buroughs.

I just had this genius idea of splitting up oceanside in boroughs and using that as our secret way of figuring out where to go. It will be our thing. We will eventually start using it in the novels we write, and the good majority won't know what hit them. I'll draw out a map for you, maybe mail it to you for the original plans, and see if you agree with it? Let's hope this can work ( it will be like using the word dragonfly for sex in grade 5).

Other then that, how was your night? Mine was super cool, but also pretty lame- ill tell you the happy stuff first. I am now a proud owner of a rainbow swEATER, and this pretty flower shirt that will eventually impress the boy i'd like to impress one day.

Bad news? A girl from my group, Cassie, shes from bc :( is leaving. So the skies are gray for her. And its then it's down to 10.

A Pot Of Gold Or A Rising Sun

Hey Sharky Shark. yes Uni has been treating me tightly, so tightly I may just explooooooode. ha.

Anyways I like the video you posted, I definetly thought that there would be more people at that pillow fighty thing. Anyhow I like how you can hear you kind of quietly chuckle/laugh-gasping in the background. Your friend Scott sounds nice. Where is he from again? You should invite him to visit us in Vic sometime. And your Boots and Ass friend, whatever that means.

So I just finished writing this half-assed english paper (last one!!) about this girl's dad is treated like her son, and is living in this fantasy land, and everyone is secretly jealous of this. Not sure if it makes sense outside of my head yet, maybe I shouldn't have waited to start until the day of, eh? Mr. Mueller is supposedly coming for a visit today, and staying until thursday. Which is nice I guess. Gonna show him the houseeeee. Which Laura has started calling "M's crack-shack" thanks a dozen. Anyways this whole week is going to be weird because it is the last one! wowee. Not sure if I am ready to go back to Pville and work steady the rest of the summer. Even going back for Easter was boring as hell, luckily I'm sick so I didn't notice as much. But seriously. Gonna go see if the whistling man is done cleaning the loo.

Car-MAN!

While things are melting it seems on the west coast (relationships with really good looking Persian man, who seems to be halting things and putting up really hard barriers of rocks and wooden walls, for me to jump over) here on the east coast, things are moving at a slow-cooker speed. Camille and I just made silk tofu coconut and bananers mousses for tonights dinner, and the lunch time rush is none existent, I'm sitting here with a glass of milk, looking at home and apartment ideals that hipsters and artists alike have posted. Just for me. The groups leader is down the table laughing at my results in a Cosmo magazine and headlines.."Boots to bad ass". Shes adorable Mortimer. Theres this picture on the metro, of a shark eating a seal, and we have this vision of photoshopping her into the image, where she is jumping off a greenpeace boat, into the mouth of the shark, stealing the seal away mid grasp and roundhouse kicking the shark in the face. My favorite line involving her is what Scott, my friend said about her.. "Unless your friend has wings, she is not as cool as you."

Hope University is treating you tightly.