Money, Money, Absolute

Brett left this morning. We stayed up late watching movies about skin heads and men who murder their mistresses and get away with it because the cops think it was just druggies trying to get money for heroin. I am officially done my first year of university... I have to admit that I am not as stoked on the summer as I thought I would be at this point. Everyone in my building is moving out and back to those places that they come from. I still have another week in this lovely city before I have to go home and assume responsibility (and sobriety). Funny, I thought that I would have changed so much more by this point but I feel like nothing at all has changed since I came to this place. Except now I kind of wish I could skip the "school work" part of my life and land automatically in the "job I love" area.

Have you ever played the game Trouble?? It is possibly the only boardgame that I could play everyday for the rest of my life and not get bored with. Except I never win. Argh. I sold 3 books today and got $17.75 back at the bookstore. Last time I sold 4 and got $8. You wonder why students refer to themselves as "starving."

Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing

Shark. I think you should buy a watch.
I have my last exam of my first year of university in two hours and my brain is kind of in revolt. I've been spending a lot of time at the house that Laura was house sitting (That's where Brett slept for two nights) and its a weird feeling because they got back at 7.30 this morning and I will probably never go to that place again. They had 3 small children so they have all these games that are suprisingly still really entertaining. And we could cook there! And dance! I fried plantains yesterday! (Basically these are the things that I am looking forward to when we have a house)
Anyhoooo Brett is still here, he went to Esquimalt to meet his landlord this afternoon. He keeps chanting "12 days to my birthday, 12 days to my birthday..." etc I think he is staying until tomorrow. I have a pinapple on my windowsill (next to a ziplock full of rice that certain people were going to throw out even though it was only spilled in the sink) that I am saving for after exam times. I keep thinking if I had a pinch of curry this could be a feast.
Love you, Happy Earthday

Mortimer, Mortimer Mortimer... As I write this right now, I am the head honcho of the office I am sitting in. A french office to make it more impressive to the fact. How was having brett over- hope it was awesome as usual. Talked to zoola the other night, we talked bits and bobs and boys and how much the distance is taking a toll on our relationship (not.) but yeah, it was nice.

I have this random book in front of me, it`s called, The Geography of Hunger, which kindof ties in to this other random book i was reading about africa (small blue book, published in 1967 maybe) which they call the black continiant, which is generalizing i guess, and this book was published in 1952, which doesnt make it anymore better at modernizing the facts, but still you get the basics of what was going on.

But the reason im just bringing it up, is because, right at the bigginging of the book (page four to be exact) there was this line that got to me- `like sex, hunger was shameful, indecent, unclean. It was made unrtouchable, taboo.> Which is kindof obvious, even in todays world, where it just comes down to the base line of not having the means to support youself and or being unable to provide for you and most likely the rest of your family. Which sucks evidently, because that`s basically of of your soul reasons your on this earth, to live and to live you need to feed yourself. After thats comes into all the little things, for example, how you are going to do that, make money, okay, get a impressive job, gotta go to school for that, man oh man, this is getting exciting, maybe ill read a book on this, so i can get to that.

See. But yeah, i just liked that line and wanted to share it with you.

Hope university is treating you tightly, tell me when you are back home, so i can start mailing letters there.

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.