We were sitting with our backs against the world, sayin' things that we thought would never hurt, oh who would have thought it would end up like this

Ohhh, The Script. How happy am I that I found your album in the bottom of a bargain bin for $2.99? Very, very happy.

This painting is by Gerardo Dottori. I don't know anything about him and this is basically an attempt to make myself look smart. But it's kinda cool, dontcha think?

Speaking of maps, I desperately need a small map of Canada and a larger map of the world, the first one for me to write all over and the second one for me to admire.

Prospects are looking good for this Yukon job. Here's hoping this coming summer is spent on the tundra under the Midnight Sun.

Quick Map of Israel.

Right now, that's just exactly what I am doing- drawing a quick map, for personal reference, of Israel. Just because i'm reading this cookbook, focusing on modern foods and cuisine in that lovely country (The foods of Israel Today, By Joan Nathan) and the book,is a cookbook, like I said, but also.. a story/history book, with alot of interviews and bits of cool and useful information and random paragraphs about it works over yonder.

It's cool though so far, a common theme in the first 20 pages has been just explaining that over the last 60 so years, the country it self, is new, but also, after ww2 and other problems, Jews from all over were flocking to their homeland, and there isn't really a consistent cuisine to say, of the sort.

Which is cool, I'm all into learning about a country discovering/re-discovering new bits of his or her self.

I also got a Lebanese and Turkish cookbook. Both look promising. Actually, in the Lebanese one, there was this milk pudding recipe, using rose and orange blossom water as flavorings, "Mouhallabia", and cardamom coffee, served sweet, and both just remind me of Montreal, and billeting, and sitting outside when it was sunny, enjoying the goodlife, either it be on the back porch, instantly remembering the typical back alley ways, or in the park, during lunch hour at work. Both good times. That week actually, while I was enjoying this, I also saw Corinne Bailey Rae. Shit man.

Could really use a chai right now

Didn't see my brother today, in fact have not seen him since... friday?

In class my prof made a comment about Van Gogh at MoMA and me and this other girl just sat there grinning our pants off. You realize its six days now? And I still have no way of getting to the airport that morning.

In other great and exciting news I am a little brain dead from staying out late last night. Went to the Men Over the Harbour's house and talked about oral sex, made waffles shaped like hearts and smothered in sauce au jack daniels et chocolat, fell asleep in front of Doctor Strangelove in a tangle of limbs on the couch. Nothing like atomic warfare to cap off a nice Valentine's Day. I wish I had been able to keep my eyes open though, everyone kept making fun of me for getting the plot mixed up. Apparently being a arts student has something to do with it. People don't seem to realize that History is a big part of Art History. So does language, literature, design, politics, philosophy, religion, anthropology, mythology, ideology, and masochism. Just sayin'

I have this extra free ticket to a Plants and Animals show on Saturday, which is awesome except I don't have anyone to bring with me. Also I'm not so fond of their newer album.

Turns out we have a castle to left of us, closer then you thought.

Its true though. The Castle is only like a good 15 minute walk away.
I'm freezing right now, my fingers are like ice.

he's not perfect he's my hero

I went to a club last night. This is not something I do often, believe you me. And so, trying to avoid eye contact with the boy who has his hands on my body, moving in slow circles in the sweet smoke machine liquor-sweat buzz of the underground dance floor, we danced. And I have to say right now I had a very good time. Mostly because I don't do it often and I was laughing at myself and everyone else there for most of it. Honestly if you forget about the creepy dudes wandering through the crowd looking for the girls wearing the least clothes, and you ignore how sticky the floor around the bar is and how devastatingly drunk most of the crowd is you can have a damn good time anywhere, I say. Met this guy with a really soft wool sweater from Norway, cock blocked this guy at least four times wh0 was trying to get at Jossy, went to a pretentious art show and laughed drunkenly at the bad poetry and paintings.

Either way, now I am a sticky mess and I have to try and get some things done. wish me luck getting out of bed

What is the story of how to disappear completely?

I'm listening to a radio documentary right now about a filmmaker who tried to make a film about his mother's death before she had passed away, but found it so shattering to always think about his mother dying that he couldn't do it, so he became a playwright instead. His mother was a single parent who worked two jobs and went back to school and got her PhD when she was 50, and taught at the same university for seven more years.

Sarah, I miss you. I wish I was baking bread. Unfortunately, I have a deep fear of cooking yeast, so you'd have to handle that part. Once the yeast is no longer in that creepy round creature-like state, everything's cool.

Applied to be an Au pair today. Mostly because, there could be some cool opportunity that could pop up, and also, just to see what i could get from it.

This lady also contacted me, after me posting an 'want' for an apprenticeship for an bakery, and she invited me to help her start up a baking aspect on her small organic farm. I way like, way too cool man.

I'm making bread right now, and my hands smell like yeast.
This week was my birthday, and I'm now 20 years old.
I got an architectural magazine from my friend Mortimer, with a note that is now sticking on the fridge. The Magazine is now under my pillow, but mostly because that just seemed like the most obvious spot to put it while i was cleaning up room today.

Not much more to say I guess. I've been thinking about mango chutney and I'm listening to this song that has " bow chicka" in the title. That is basically the sum of my night. Oh, and I can also hear the wind through the not-perfectly sealed windows.
Too bad blogspot doesn't have a drawing-in-blog tool, because if it did, I would be drawing you the wind right now.

All of Us Burn Out

Listening to Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs and planning out my day: gotta hit up the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria at around 1 (beg them to make me an intern) see the exhibition, take notes, come home and write an essay...Maybe go back to Walmart and explain that I am a huge idiot and therefore deserve my money back. I bought the wrong sized memory card for my camera. I was not even aware that they come in different sizes (feel free to yell at me about this, I'm almost getting used to the abuse)

Are you still alive Laura? Last I saw you were in great pain and eating free soup.