An orange is the only thing I want right now

And I don't have one.

SALT CURED EGGS?

This is a gross picture. But I love it, It reminds me of "spirited away", and the lovely piggies parents who are chowing away at the sight of all the food, in the invisible, but slowly appearing at the sight of nightfall, party-village ( for lack of words). It's neat though.

Last night though, I'm glad you came over, we had a fun night though. And mortimer, I'm glad you liked the tomato sauce - there was cinnamon, the rest of the white wine, lots of garlic, thyme and a nub of butter.

The sky right now is an amazing blue, and i'm trying to drink down some water, my head is twisting up. The last gilmore girls disk is on, and after, I'm going to head downtown, look for amazing candies, that represent Canada ( and a job on the side...). So far, I'm only thinking of Salt Water taffys, and those maple candies. Maybe that can be enough until I can send him a next one. Maybe I can then get off to coombs, and send him some amazing sweets. I wonder how long fudge can last in the mail? I wonder-er-er-er-er-er.

Here, have a song : http://hypem.com/#!/item/19t7m/The+Knocks+-+Dancing+With+The+Dj+Campfire+Acoustic+Version+

Sometimes I have a dream that I can fly. And I wake up crying

Just had the single greatest yoga experience, taught by a man no less. It's weird that I automatically associate yoga with tiny, planted, muscular middle aged women with no make up or attempts to tame their underarms. But here is a man around my age, with a rediculous looking head band and incredible balance. Plus he played Alexi Murdoch during the "death pose" (not sure of the spelling for the Sanskrit name so.)

anyway tension is riding high in my brain right now, if my spelling is out of wack, we know why. It is because I have ten short essays due Monday and I have only done two. No need to slap my hand, my head already has bruises from being banged against the wall.

And here is a postcard I bought at this anarchist bookstore in New York, to the beat of queer spoken word poetry by a latino girl. (If you are wondering when I will stop talking about this GODdamn trip the answer is never-ever. HA)

yum

today I saw a man with a toque and neck tattoos driving the same kind of car my mom drives. A little image shattering. Just heard about the second earthquake in Japan- according to some, the island shifted 2 meters as a result... can you believe this?
I had strange end of the world dreams last night, combined with strange family tragedy dreams which ended as my ipod alarm went off- 4am. It's still set for 7 New York time. I only remember this when I am awake for it to go off.
There is considerable wildlife living in the eaves of this house. I feel like sleeping beauty in the disney movie, where she lives in a tree surrounded by the wonders of the forest. Except I live in a falling down 100 year old house with remnants of weed plants in the attic and mail that does not arrive when I want it to.

Hey, guys. I'm at work right now, and wonder of wonders, the wireless Internet is up and running. I'm pretty sure I'm thieving it from the 7-Eleven next door, but whatever. A dog in the back won't shut up, and the handyman who works at the clinic is sleeping on the couch. Coffee + strong green tea, and I'm still tired.

I wish I had more exciting things to talk about, but I really don't. Just trying to mark these essays for History. I still don't have your rough draft, Emma.

Summer needs to come quickly, but at the same time, it doesn't. I'm worried that Sally is upset with me; I'll have to talk to her about it soon.

Sorry this post is so boring. When I find a bag of diamonds in a trash can, I'll be sure to inform you ASAP.

Hiya chums. At Bretts house using Matt's power cord, which is nice because I can expell some pent up net surfing energy. Found this channel on youtube called video oddities. Its strange only because of what videos they chose to put on it. For example there is one of a man typing something on a type writer in a bath tub, on a barge, overlooking the New York skyline.
Anyway biggest event of the day consisted of buying super jumbo sized shreddies box for only 6$ wow!
Drinking beer and may become a bit drunk soon as all I've eaten today is doritos and two waffles in the middle of the day. It's one of those days...
Also went to MEC to look at hiking equipment/supplies with the Nootka Trail in mind. Excitement is running high on this side of things, holy hell. We're talking about bringing dehydrated hummus (Chezick's parents have a dehydrator) except it looks like from-unda-cheese. Narsty

SPRUNGed

I friends. Just got home from a school party... as in a party at school. It was in the visual arts building though so I would have to say that it should count more as an anarchist art party. I was able to hide my gum boots in the corner of one room and my backpack and sweater in the giant tent made out of blankets in this other room.
Let me start from skratch here. I went to this meeting for the New Yorkies this afternoon and one of the girls who went with us was in charge of setting up the display for SPRUNG the annual fine arts showcase that actually doesn't stand for anything. Anyway this girl in my Bollywood class (also happens to come from a wealthy family, Surprise!) leant me 5$ so that I could make the entry fee and we entered a whole new realm of crazy. Imagine every remotely strange person you see on a daily basis/ around town and on campus. Imagine them dancing crazily to funk music in a dim room while the more sober half of the crowd makes collages and glues them to one greater collage. Now imagine a cash bar in a corner and a room with black paper and glow in the dark paint. It was basically the kind of thing kids from Pville would do if they had funds and motivations and came from families that would pay for their educations.
I felt like an asshole for not wearing anything more special than a hoodie and jeans. I started a drumming sesh in the tent with a man who was not wearing shoes. I got tipsy off one beer and am still a little buzzed. I am definetly going back next year.

I'm in liking with the kid @ 0:55, the smile gets to me.

A change would do you good

Well, hey. I believe that the Google search engine is a wonderful thing. I just ran a search for "How to dress...(a wound on a dog's leg)" and Google suggested "How to dress...like a hipster". Closely followed by "How to dress...like Ke$ha". Why on earth...? And who are the people looking this stuff up?

I'm resting up after work and contemplating heading downstairs to cut up some peppers to snack on. My landlady threw a dinner party tonight and halfway through I could hear her screaming at someone. Actually screaming. I think the side that I suspected she possessed came to the surface at last. Two more months, man.

I went to work yesterday complaining of sore feet due to excessive heel-wearing, and one of my co-workers gave me a free pair of super-comfortable sneakers and a lift to Jossy's place afterwards because she was worried about me walking. How awesome is that? I also ended up taking some of last night's pizza with me to work, and everyone admired the homemade crust. Yum yum yum.

Recently attempted watching an episode of Jersey Shore. Made it 5 minutes and felt my IQ drop about 20 points.

Lost

Just thinking about the dinner last night. Two things my father does every time we go to a restaurant is 1) ask us repeatedly if we are sure we just want water, what about a lemonade (this time I am glad he convinced me into Dubonnet) and 2) argues with the other patriarch (if there is one) that he should pay more of the bill. It's like family tradition now.
I am on my third coffee of the day so will probably be up all night, especially if I don't get exercise, which looks to be about the case now. I bought a new adapter over ebay for $1.25. If it works properly I will be deeply impressed.