I'll Shine A Light on Your Home any day

Just checked my online banking and i have $0.00 in available funds. You think this is funny but it is not. Also Laura, not sure what you would call "alternative." If I had to put a label on things (besides Fine Young Lad) I would call Mr. Knight "alt folk" maybe. See for yourself.
I wanted to made tasty spinach egg noodles for lunch but I was too impatient and threw all the ingredients into the pot when the water was boiling. So now I am eating watery noodle soup. Tastes so right

And I took you home when you drunk too much

My rabbit had her foot stuck deep inside her ear and is now vigorously licking her toes. Gross. She got stuck behind the dresser yesterday and I was laughing too hard to help get her fat little body out of its predicament. So much for being a caring pet owner.

It's funny. After spending quite a bit of time at home (more than usual, anyway) and buying a few groceries, I feel tons better. The recent sunshine has helped a lot too, I think. Maybe it's true that having a concrete place to call your own helps ground you, makes you a happier person. Hmmm.

Yes, I would be interested in going to see Aiden Knight, as long as the tickets aren't astronomically expensive and as long as he isn't one of those fancy alternative artists. Ems, I also think that we should bite the bullet and talk to your "brother" one of these days. He could be madly in love with your flaming locks and we would never know because he's too shy to speak up. Whaddaya think o' that?

And can I just state, for the record n' all, that I plan on showing up for class tomorrow on time. No longer will I be That Girl.

Sarah, I hear that you also have a birthday coming up! This is exciting news! A celebration, yes?

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

I can hear the man who lives upstairs pee. I saw Aiden Knight walking down the street today and we made eye contact. It was while I was making a joke about the popo being after Laura.

You two feel like going to see him on the 18th?

I just overheard a conversation between my brother and my mom while on the phone. It went like this:

"Yes, Eric, that's dryer lint."

"What can you do with it? Well, if you rubbed it in petroleum jelly, it would make excellent fire starter."

"No, don't rub it on my face! My face is clean! I don't care if it's still warm!"

Hahahahahahahaha

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.