I seriously need to work on social skills. / Do something motivating with mylife.

So un-motivating with my life, that i took a picture of the cooking channel. Super huh?
So i went out with my father today to drive my tiny brother and tiny sister to various locations,(both lovers who are older then they are .... ) and on the way back ,i suggested we stop by the local grocery store to buy some pre-made falafel mix and milk and i saw a fellow friend, that i don't know that well, but we spoke anyways, and whatever, and then, both our fathers were there with us, and there was hands all over the place being shook, and i was confused on which one to shake, and was i suppose to shake first? it was awkward. I felt bad,, and then walked away regretting a lack of skills.

Current though, i feel alright. Im talking to the Argentinian tagger and c-man, with a cat on my lap and a lack of water in my body.
Talk to you later t-tails.

Still jealous, by the wayyy.

So for the past couple hours, i've been sprawled out on the living room floor, under two blankets, on my stomach, watching Youth in Revolt. You know that's a movie with Michael Cera*Sarah, in it right?

From Katimavik, i've learnt to sleep on my stomach. I also learnt to sleep with a blanket over my head (but i'm pretty sure i told you that already), that, among other things, are a factor that valued the six months. Now with the prospects of wanting to expand my life another six months, maybe i'll learn a couple other tricks of the trade.

Then Trade Them For Knowledge.

Knowledge about good food, ill most likely trade them for. Then i'll bring them back to you, and my loved ones (hahahahaa, your not loved), and you guys will all be impressed, with a full stomach and extra extra glisten in your eyes.

Ill bring tissues for the leaking eyes. Youll write a book on the anti-dote. Boat?
We will be a team.

Bah.
I wish i had a bottle of red wine right now. And a robe.

there is an adorable dog in a sunny yellow truck parked outside our place right now and oh! the dog belongs to this guy working downstairs. I wonder if he will bring him in. He reminds me of Prince Wendell from the Tenth Kingdom... remember that series? No? We have part one on DVD if you want to check it out.

The Sabo clan is supposed to me here in t-30 mins. They are going to see Yerma, the play that Sarah is in. It's about this crazy Spanish woman who can't get preggers and eventually goes nuts and kills her husband while ripping off her clothes. And then Franco wins the war. Sarah plays the devil's wife and she has to do this sexual/flamenco-esque dance with this guy with a terrible fake mustache. Still don't know about the main character, she kept doing this voice that was almost an Irish accent and rubbing her belly and moaning. Plus she was Too obsessed with childbirth. And the whole town was clucking and gossiping about the fact that she could't sleep because her husband would not goddamn impregnate her.

hm. sounds like Sarah just pulled down the shower curtain rod.

I won't show you the house, it looks like hell

Is there an organ donor in the room?

So so so. It's been winter wonderlanding left right and center. I have the appropriate number of blisters from wearing too many pairs of socks and insisting on walking everywhere. Lucky for us a certain Mr. Father installed heaters in all the rooms and more lights in the kitchen so its stopped feeling like such a cave in here. Yes!
And I am still on my Harry Potter craving- almost done the second one... thing is though since I got it out from the library some little smartass has gone through the book and replaced the word "hiss" with the word "whisper" in cases where they have the same context. What a little shit. You would be surprised to see how much this happens.
Also yesterday I looked up on the bus and this guy who looked amazingly like Philip A. was staring at me down his round-ended nose. Oh.... ok. He got off two blocks after he got on. Last night I spent way too much on sushi and I just devoured the rest of it. MmMm bbq salmon skin, oh how you are deliciously sharp going down.
Also last night instead of doing the reading that I was meant to be doing I watched that Woody Allen movie, "Annie Hall" which was damn good, if you ask me. I tend to try and stay away from Woody A because of the crowd that he seems to attract. Plus the whole Jewish-angle that I probably didn't grasp, being a goy. On the other hand though, I feel like there is always something in films that I won't grasp. We're too goddamn diverse, eh?

Thanks belgium

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cbKFLpj3oY&feature=channel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iybx61UJgmA&feature

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUO9nRaGEO8&feature

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7EIsZXXrkc&feature

Can I just say, first of all that that picture isn't called Terry Pratchet, the quote at the top of the page is by Terry Pratchet.

Anyway my Dad drove all the way here through the blizzard and over a mountain to hook up a few more heaters and all the outlets in the living room (the guy he works with has decided to call it the "front study" I think that sounds nicer. Anyway this guy is a complete nutball, every twenty minutes he goes "you excited Gerard?" and my father, Gerald, goes "oh yeah, Al. So excited." over and over. He also helped me put up curtains today and then showed me how to hem them with a stapler. Apparently he hems all his pants with staples too. My dad says he doesn't have a bank account because he doesn't trust the banks and he doesn't have a credit card. He payed the down payment on his truck in cash and then gave the company the wrong address so that he could stop paying for it when he felt he had paid enough. What a guy, right?) My dad was telling us about how one time it was 85 below on a school day, because of windchill and he walked to school anyway.

Anyway its snowing like hell today, too dark to take a picture now, but believe me. It's also rediculously windy and icy freezing, but it wasn't this morning. I skipped school today and ran/skipped/ slide/ jaunted down to the beach with Sabo and then back up to the library and to get groceries. Mildly pissed off that the lib only had Harry Potters two three and five. I've been having a mad craving to read all of them but I guess I'll have to make do. Unless SoMeONe with weird auburn hair fantasies wants to get a move on (get it?) and bring me the others.

kind of worried about getting to school tomorrow, what with the snow.

I guess lines are cool.

Isn't it funny, the piece above this, what i'm writting is called Terry Pratchett? Or at least the series of pieces all together. See? http://butdoesitfloat.com/537574/And-summer-isn-t-a-time-It-s-a-place-as-well-Summer-is-a-moving

http://hypem.com/#/track/1260323/Theophilus+London+-+Flying+Overseas+feat+Devont+Hynes+Solange+Knowles

The snow is still here!!! I love that. But seriously. If Sunrider ever figures out that you figured out his little money making scheme, let's just hope he doesn't come over and chop off your head. Seriously. Because, what if i'm there, and you arn't and i'm wearing a auburn wig? and i'm turned around in the other direction? Your fault. I bet the death of me, inspires you in your arty history world (bitch).

steel boots each day

ok so update on the sunrider situation. I forgot to mention, first of all, why he is called the sunrider. On the front of his house in big bronze flames are the words "Sunrider Ranch" and then of course he has "Sunrider" painted in blue on the side of his truck. Not to mention the mermaid bursting out of the sun thing.

But here! I was sitting in the kitchen this morning, eating my oatmeal and minding my own business when ALL OF A SUDDEN! he comes out his house wearing that sweater we love so much and gets in his truck. He starts the engine but is sitting there for a bit fiddling with something out of sight. AND THEN! I look over and he is holding a pipe that is clearly not for tobacco up to his mouth and lighting up. And he puts on his seat belt, slides into drive and pulls away from the curve. I see him take another hit at the stop sign. WHAMMO! drug dealer.

This may seem incredibly creepy to you people, but you don't live across the street from a Very Dangerous Driver/ Convieniently Located Merchant of MaryJane. I can justify anything.

Pictures coming soon

The beach was beautiful at 3 am.

I think that might be the pro's of living by the beach. You can go there all the time.

http://hypem.com/#/track/1248842/I+Can+t+Go+For+That+Rogers+Room+s+DJ+Friendly+Edit++-+Daryl+Hall+Chromeo