Cause we make the hipsters fall in love

Emma, I know that you're off playing beer pong for a cause, but with water rather than alcohol, and Sarah, you are probably cooking something delicious and talking to wonderful people online, but I am eating a brownie encrusted with nuts, sitting in a patch of sunshine, and relaxin'. So I think I win.

Yesterday, my wonderful Canadian History prof, who very unfortunately teaches a poorly attended 8:30 lecture, started off the day by telling us straight up that the material we were going to be covering was terribly boring. To illustrate this, he showed us a copy of the 40 Resolutions document that Sir John A. had doodled on while they were revising it. He drew a lot of pictures of very ugly men with big noses, so I spent the class trying to copy what he had drawn. Time well spent.

Friday. Friday. Friday. That's my mantra for the week. Just holdin' on till the weekend and getting assignments over with. Emma, I don't know much about cough syrup, but I very much doubt that it's only a combo of alcohol and sugar that makes the difference. I hope you didn't tell Miss Brackett this fun fact; she'll be insufferable and I'll never be able to talk about drugs with her again.

She Said Almond Coloured Sheets are the Best for Dreaming

Miles you blow my mind. You know how you blow my mind? Because I don't even know your gender. I do not know your age, your actual name, whether you have curly hair or flat feet. And yet every now and then you nudge in here with a real nice comment. By the way, if you are by any chance the front man on Myles Black and the Pearly Whites, I admire your dance moves. Also your cover of that Jungle Book song is very good.

On to business. The new drink in this house is fireball whiskey in orange juice, instead of cough syrup and before bed. Because according to this book I smuggled out of my parents' house, cough syrup usually only works because you expect it to. None of the ingredients really do anything except sugar, which puts a coat of goop on your throat making it less irritated, and alcohol which just relaxes you in general. Intereeessssting

I'm being blinded by the sun through the front windows right now. Shark and I walked to Chinatown for carrot cake and london fog/bubble tea, respectively. Laura before you turn into Yvon of the Yukon I have to take you to this place. The coffee is fairtrade and there is a drumkit in this exposed part of the attic. And the bubble tea place has mildly uncomfortable sex jokes in place of names of flavours. Sex with a dirty old man anyone?

i'll tell you a story tomorrow. But right now my head is too heavy

Doing the fever dance. With a lot less enthusiasm.

This is ridiculous.

Last night I stayed up talking to c-man. On the side game, I was searching up cheesecake recipes. I don't know why, but I was. Turns out there is a similar styled juniors recipe going about the online ways. Mortimer, I still can't believe you didn't have this glorious piece of heaven when you went yonder. I hope you'll regret this forever.

Keeping in the Theme of irate carnivores

been having too many encounters with disgustingly healthy food. Yesterday I thought it might be a good idea to mix olive oil, a grapefruit, a handful of cilantro, half a lemon, orange juice, cayenne pepper and two cloves of garlic in a blender. (ReBar calls this a "liver quiver" I like to call it a full body gag) There is some left over in the fridge if you want to come over and try it out. I'm feeling better today but I'm not sure if this is the cause... doubt it.
Anyway Chezick and I were looking up desserts for picnics on the internet and a suggestion was granola. Righto.
Also I am going Indian Cinema crazy, if that is possible. ASK ME ANYTHING! I may tear my hair out and scratch my bits openly but I will know the answer!

Goddamn Laura you make me want oranges. So because yesterday was St.Pat's and the chances that I would have a good time were pretty decent, fate decided to step in and make my entire body ache and (BONUS!) feverish. So I'm sitting at the counter in the kitchen downing my 3rd cup of lemon tea and listening to Dr. Dog (nice, but unfortunately I've missed 2 out of 3 French classes this week, which means that I'mma get pounded on Tuesday....)
One thing that I miss by going to school regularly is the exorbitant amount of hipsters that ride by in their hilarious outfits on their hilarious bikes. Also I get to talk to Shark.
Don't worry zealots- I did get to try green beer.

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.