Life can be good sometimes

That was my day today.

Ohmygoodness. This morning I awoke to find a massive bump on my head and these crazy bruises all over my arm. I also slept in at least three different places last night (all unoccupied, don't worry) because "nowhere was comfortable enough". I won't say that there are gaps in my memory, but parts of it are definitely fuzzy. Ok, almost non-existent. Dammmnn.

Otherwise, there was lots of tea and a mushroom and cheese omelet for lunch. TB made these absolutely disgusting breaded jalapeno peppers stuffed with cream cheese. Actually, maybe they were good, but spicy foods and I just don't get along. And I napped and read Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and wondered how much of the book was based on actual fact. I mean, if there was a murdered man in your research facility, the first person to call would probably not be a symbologist. And it was kind of funny, because the book stresses all of these high-powered technological gadgets, but they still referred to using cassette players in the cars.

The aforementioned boarding school friend finally made it back to the house around two this afternoon with nothing but a jug of milk and a huge smile. Fairly hilarious.

Well hi.

I am back at the homework work'a work-work. Listening to Andrew Bird and chipping away at room-mate #3's sourdough creation. The work is grading other student's analytical history essays about "outsider control of Aboriginal tradition" or some such. So far its a blast. Makes one wonder how kids can get to 3rd year uni without learning how to cite properly. Jesus H.

Anyway last night was at the birthday party of a friend who admitted that night that he tried coke for no better reason than "I went to Boarding school." Which is cool I guess, just unexpected of a guy so neat and polite, you know?

And for some reason (maybe I dreamed about this last night?) I was remembering that time in Mexico when we were going through a toll booth onto the highway in our big van of teenagers and the guards asked us to pull over so that they could go through our bags. Our authority figure assured us that these guards were the "good guys" and there was nothing to worry about, which didn't make me any less nervous of an older man pulling out my dirty undies and giggling. Either way. They turned out to be very respectful and professional and yakity yak. By the end of the inspection they were all laughing and relaxed and they let this one girl we were with hold their massive machine gun and get her picture taken with it. Strange times in Mexico, man.

Hi. I am marvelling about how much the Gilmore Girls eat and yet they never seem to change, width-wise. I am also trying to write 3 pages about this article in my textbook, which is infinetly difficult seeing as I can't concentrate one bit. Good thing it's not due until March 21. We art students know how to procrastinate alright. Also today in my history class all the other kids were going off about their academic backgrounds and their interests in primary sources and here I am. The "fine arts" kid. Oh well. I can be the self righteous one, reminding the hardcore nerds about the fun in the world. Adding Spice to Life. Look at me go.

And also yesterday I was told by a man on the bus that my hair to freckle ratio reminded him of peanut brittle. He added that I must taste like ice cream. I tell you, I get hit on by more old men on the bus than... I dunno.

I keep you in my pocket for when I get home

Hello boys and girls, but mostly girls if I know what I know. Just got back from school and had a coffee, thinking about maybe getting some stuff done in the reading-my-textbook department. Want to hear a funn fact? Apparently the Coast Salish people (First Nations people originating around here) used to breed these small wooly dogs that they sheared like sheep to make blankets. And that my friend, is why I take Art History. It's the tidbits that count.

Also been watching the second season of Skins and those kids go to a lot of clubs (not that they do much else.... besides sex and drugs :D) anyways Shark, the last episode they had the Born Ruffians playing at one of these clubs, and a while back they had Crystal Castles. Talk about Canadian musicians infiltrating the system! One scene on this episode this slightly neurotic girl is asking her teacher how she stopped cutting herself. And the teacher goes "Well I cut myself for awhile... and then I discovered something else. Disco." cue the dance track. Those two have a small dance party in the examination hall, later joined by the principal. I think its things like that that make me love that show.

We are hiding out in my room because this guy in the living room is sanding things down. What a dick

Sing it with me now

Hey everyone. Relaxin' at our friend's house right now, listening to the boys trying to figure out the new PS3. It's a little strange because I kind of showed up uninvited with a bag of parsley and some lime-kumquat hybrids. TB tried one and almost coughed up a lung. Apparently, they are more lime than kumquat.
Today I just kind of lay in bed reading a book about the War of 1812. I also cuddled my bunny and drank a lot of tea, so all in all not too bad. Still, every time I have a lazy day, I feel strangely restless, even though I may have next to no energy. I always feel like I should be exploring research options or climbing mountains or something. But everyone probably feels like that at some point.
Um, yeah. It feels like a lot of personal stuff has happened lately. Like life is moving at a faster pace in a more sensitive direction. I don't mind it too much, actually.
I really liked the way you described that movie, SC. I felt kind of like I had watched it already, but was intrigued and felt like I would enjoy seeing it again. It was, um, lyrical, almost.
We have no snow. Bleh. But the sun outside today made up for it, mostly.

I'm watching this movie right now called "Mary and Max", it's s stop-animation film about this little girl in Australia, eight years old and sort of resembles me in a funny way. She has a birthmark on her forehead (I on the side of my head), thick glasses and a dark hair. She's adorable, she has questions about life and randomly finds the address of a man in a new york phone city phone book while her mom was at the local post office stealing envelopes. She choses to mail him a letter asking him where babies come from in america. Apparently in Australia they come from a pint a beer, she wonders if in america they come from a can of cola.
The man turns out be this 44 year old man. A man who has problems understanding life, and lives in an apartment with his cat, fish and bird. He has three goals in life, one to find a friend , two to have a life time supply of chocolate and third to collect the whole collection of these little figurines.
The whole movie shows them this complicated relationship, with both people just wanting a friend in life. They mail each other back and forth for years. It's sad and happy at the same time.

Today I want to go make tortillas. I've been thinking alot about Fish tacos lately, but have no intention of buying fish to eat.

Did it snow in victoria? It sure did here.

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.