This was that picture I was trying to find on ffffound. I found it. I saw this and thought it was crazy beautiful.

I wish that neither of you were lonely or sad

Um. I just finished a deelish dinner, though it was kind of student fare, nothing fancy. And life is looking up. Here are the reasons why:

1) MY DOG CAME BACK!! Amazing. He was missing for over 5 days. I have no idea where he was, or what goes on in his little doggie brain.
2) My courses rock. Seriously. Today in History 201, we listened to a radio show and had a discussion. I like the profs, I like my classmates. Yesterday in Philosophy, I sat next to a guy who was a 4th year PoliSci student working on his thesis. I asked where he lived, and-you guessed it- he was from The Small Town where Everyone I Meet Grew Up. And he knows Will's older sister.
3) I am living in a city with decent transportation surrounded by friends that I love.
4) My job remains awesome.
5) School is going to be better this term. Seriously, that is such a load off of my (questionable) mind.

The only area that is not going so well is the Area of Love. But it seems like a lot of people are upset about that right now. And y'know what? I don't think I have ever had an argument with anyone I have been involved with. And I don't think that's a good thing.

Hum. Yeah. This guy in my lecture today asked who my favorite philosopher was. And I thought it was a bizarre question and said Camus. And he stared at me and said that I seemed like too happy a person to like ol' Albert, and recommended that I "think about my decision".

There's Just One Map You'll Need

Well. Nothing much is happening here actually. I am both incredibly bored and also lonely but uninspired to leave the house in this weather. Not that I would really go anywhere that exciting.

I know what you mean about being independent though. When I go home for the weekend or whatever, I still have to rely on my parents to drive me everywhere, no wonder they treat me like I'm twelve most of the time. And I don't think anyone our age has thousands saved up in the bank, unless they are working and not doing a hell of a lot else.

Tonight at 630 I have my first Bollywood film class and I would be super excited if I didn't feel like shit and it wasn't 3 hours long. If they go the full class tonight I'mma hit the teacher in the face. Actually maybe not, they are just doing there job after all. My medieval studies prof is oh so pompous. It's almost funny, but also a little irritating. He reeks of role playing fantasy games and also really long and involved medieval poetry. I've got him pegged.

I had this idea about what I wanted to write about earlier but now its completely escaped me. But guess who the painting is of! She never did say if she liked it.

Sup

I'm kindof missing you guys right now. How's Zoola? How are you? Our landlord does sound intense. I wonder if she will be down lots. We should also bring up the fact about painters tape, because not putting anything up on the wall, sounds extremely lame.

Can I tell you a weird thought? Karma Act? The ways the fate pushes in my dirrection? It seems, whenever I try to leave this house there is also a thing, a bump, a mound of something, to jump over. It's pretty rediculous. Maybe I should have been more independant- in the way of... maybe already knowing how to drive? and already ahve thousands saved up in my bank account, so, at the tender age of 19, nearly 20, i could be there. Treating myself to the good life.
Just a thought really. But seriously, I'm under the impression that the gods are giving me a hardtime..

But on the lighter side, I've been really inspired in learning languages and finding this one picture of this... house that I stared at for ages on ffffound. I'll show it to you, once I find it again.

Hope this gloomy day is treating you too nicely.

A HEART IS JUST A FIST WITH BLOOD WRAPPED AROUND IT!

Even the last of the black eye'd babies know

So first day done. So far so good. My french professor is this big African guy with an interesting accent that seems to love really prolonged eye contact. What doesn't help is that there is only about ten people in that class. I need to make some new friends I guess.

I was told yesterday that when people tell me their problems they can't always tell if I care that much. So a new resolution for this year will have to be "be more empathetic" or "give more sympathetic hugs" I dunno about this though. I am who I am, it's going to be a little hard to suddenly switch on this super emotional part of me that people think I am hiding. See, most of the time I know how I am feeling I am not really that attuned to people trying to figure it out.

Anyways. We scraped a few lines in the kitchen door moving the couch in the other day and I am dreading my landlord's reaction. I think I will make plans for all of Friday. I hear their is a movie about Alan Ginsberg playing at school. Maybe I'll hit it up.

What the hell is going on here? Is that a dead soldier on the ceiling?

Nooo to veggie-ism, you crazy readhead, you. Who will be my partner in devouring the flesh of innocent animals?? Jeeze. I'm stuck at YVR right now with slow internet and caffeine jitters. And I saw these two people flying out of Pee Gee with battered cardboard boxes tied together with baling twine. And suitcase handles made of duct tape. Somehow I suspect that they are not catching the flight to Honolulu (which is delayed to 14:36, in case you wanted to know).

Hey hey hey. Have either of you guys heard of Nolan Murray, the mandolin player? I was digging dusty CD's out of the basement and came across his stuff. He is excellent and well worth a listen.

Home was not the same, somehow. My dog is still missing. But life is good.

happy future!

Way to post the biggest picture known to creation. So this is the last day at home until probably Easter, which is a little weird considering I have barely left the house for the past two weeks. And yes, I will be having a hard time heaving my girth out of the front door tomorrow morning. Especially since yesterday I dunked my head (and whole body) in the freezing ocean and was too lazy to wash my hair afterwards. Therefore my head weighs about 40 pounds more of encrusted salt. Dunno what else to say really. Been reading that Tom Robbins book, Still Life With Woodpecker which claims that red heads are demi-gods from a secret planet that taught the ancient civilizations how to make pyramids but were eventually zapped by these other guys from the planet Argon. It also claims that the best way to make love stay is telling it that you are going to Junior's in Brooklyn to buy a cheesecake, and if it sticks around, it can have half. I have heard that Junior's cheesecake is to Die for. I will be trying out this theory in February when I'm in Town.

New Years resolution: play around with vegetarianism. Also quit playing it cool, try something exciting. The goal remains (and you know it): find true love

Let's just change this guy to have an afro, and playing some a banjo or something and i'd do him.

This morning has been funny, and also has been slow. The power was out until ten-ish, and before that, I woke up to crashing waves and a harsh wind, blowing through the tiny bits of the house. I got dressed and went down to the beach with my dad, we enjoyed it there. The sky was clear and blue. The islands opposite have snow, and you could see the harbor is all its pride and glory. The sun was shining off of tiny bits of everything. The wind was there, in a strong presence, blowing the sea foam off in all directions, and the waves were crashing with the whites still connected. It was crazy nice.

We should still give blood today or tomorrow, doesn't really matter to me. I just think it would be a nice thing to do.