No SIgn of that Friend of Mine

My Emily Carr prof used her cellphone for the first time in cass today to call technical support from downstairs. She got it at the end of last semester when this angry guy in the class slammed shit around and scared the pants offa everyone. So she makes the call today and everyone laughs when she says that that was the first time she had used her cell, no wonder she couldn't get the VDP to work.

Also my french prof, while trying to explain the fable of the Cigale et la Fourmis (ant and the grasshopper) to the class mistranslated 'cigale' as 'killer wasp.' I don't know if I was the only one in the class grinding my teeth.

There is this boy with red hair that we have taken to calling my brother- although he doesn't know it- I see him every morning and every afternoon on the bus. There is no one else in the city that I see everyday, like clockwork. It's funny, really. I wonder if he is aware of this. Maybe if I go missing off the face of the earth he will be the first one to notice.

More hijinks tomorrow.

sounds baller, I want to say he is a dj?

I still crack up when I think of that line in my head. Right, surprise, I'm laying down, stomach before all, on the oh-so-comfortable carpeted floor. I swear, I want the majority of my greatest events to happen on this carpeted floor, or if a equal double of the floor.

As Mortimer stated we did have a friend over for the day, mind you, she did forget to mention there was a good-looking guy, with a soft sweater that was over putting up some drapery on the windows all around the house. It was great. Plus the fact I got this neat book today on Primitive art, by Leonhard Adam: http://adbonline.anu.edu.au/biogs/A130699b.htm, looks vaaaaaaairrry promising.

You want to know something sad too? I have yet, to figure out a solid recipe to use for the cake I want to make for sabo tomorrow. Guess i'll be up for a bit sorting through recipes and whatnot, looking for what would maybe the best cake recipe eva.

Here, i'm leaving you with a funny old school marimba video.

With Crying Birds for Fruit

Just found out today that basically the other half of my hometown is moving to Victoria next year... including this band that I like. Also this girl that I knew from high-school (die-school? Lame-o) is coming to UVic to study astro-physics. I would be surprised and impressed but this is the third case I've heard of in my life of friends wanting to devote their lives to the study of... star movement? Combustion? Extreme Math? I really have no idea what physics even involves, being an art-fart myself. This is ironic because an old friend invited me to this physics lecture for tomorrow night by this famous genius man.

Also I found on the website for St.Ann's academy information that indicates that the convent/girl's school may have originally been intended for a mission school for aboriginals, Cowichan in particular. This is exciting to me (especially if I can find the Student Register in the archives tomorrow!) basically because I am a huge nerd.
Shark made sweet potato gnocci today with pesto and sunflower seeds. I made grilled cheese and homefries. Sarah made fresh vegetables sprinkled with peanuts and green herbs and heated up.

It's Sarah's birthday tomorrow. Oh dear, oh dear.

It's all false love and affection

For some reason, I seem unable to upload any pictures without making them tiny. And the writing is blue and underlined. If any of you know how to fix this, be my guest.

I'm listening to techno and finally sent off my resume. Jeeeeeze, about time. Procrastination much? I also just had a nice conversation with my old boss from the pizza shop, who has apparently sold her business and is taking a long-awaited honeymoon. I loved working there. If that job had paid anything more than $8/hour, I would have been the pizza shop girl for life.

Um. What else? I'm at home, finally, thank god. Ems, I ate the orange you gave me for dinner and haven't left my room since I walked in the door. I'm a reclusive hermit in my own home.

It's too Late to Give Them Their Freedom

Hey. Watching the Harrison Ford remake of Sabrina. It's a little creepy, a little cute. Also had a job interview at the juice place with a very stern looking woman who kept telling me to speak up because of the loud blenders. Ok?

Anyway it's been an alright day, so far. And of course even if my French prof gave us 3 extra days to write our papers I will be up until midnight writing it to hand it in tomorrow.

Had a great coffee this morning. The best in town I'd say

A man up north with a beard.

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php/good-stuff/2629-marty-corey-and-sarah-palins-alaska

I'm laying, belly down, on the carpeted floor. Going through the "French Candian Cookbook"that I found when we went on a dump exploration in Yellowknife. The seagulls were extremely huge there and I brought that up to the lady I was working with, she ended up letting me borrow two huge books about birds in the northwest territories. I thought it was cool.

I could do this print without a doubt. Maybe i'll try tomorrow.

I'm just thinking I could most likely do this print with a potato. Carve each piece of the print from a potato, and go from there.

I've just discovered this guy called "Amos Lee" and have around, 30 songs on a playlist going right now. I'm pretty sure him and Corinne (b.r) would be one of the perfect matches of romantic stories of this century if the gods would allow that.
I'm thinking, they could meet in Russia, on a snowy snowy morning, complaining about the lack of english, her with the accent and him without. All dressed very sharp, wool, black jackets and fuzzy scarves. A witty conversation erupts, *explosion, and RA BAM! True love! Even though, technically, I think Corinne might not be looking for that right now, maybe true love isn't suppose to be in her books right now. I know for sure, that this will be a waste of a prayer if one like myself would ever really come down to that. But still, maybe if the gods are reading this, maybe they will give the two a break.

Here, for tonight, i'll leave you with this ridiculous article : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/25/miriam-smith-killed-dog-f_n_813583.html

I think if I were to "grow up" to design gig posters I would be ok with that. Found this awesome website with about a billion different ones instead of analyzing Moliere. I don't think you can blame me. Also walked around staring at the hundred year old houses around my neighbourhood, there is one not far away that is being consumed by ivy.

The up and downstairs neighbours are moving in this week. It's weird after living in this massive house alone for so long (by alone I mean with at least one other person at all times...) They just turned on the shower and I could hear each individual drip of water. Holy hell.

Say My Name, Say My Name

Good news, did not get shot down in History class today. This is always a good thing.

Cheesecake sounds pretty good right now, thanks, Sarah. I'll take you up on that.

At SL's. Just finished watching UP with our friend Will and I'm drinking tea and eating chocolate pilfered from Mark's cupboard. I showed up for work 45mins early today and couldn't seem to sit still. Then, I met up with my friend from Naniamo and we agreed to part ways. So now my face is swollen and I've used up a great majority of the precious toilet paper supply in the house to blow my nose. School tomorrow, and I haven't done any of my readings yet.

All I want to do is go for a really long walk. Anyone up for that?