North to South East to You

I bought Fucking Healthy Cookies

The parents were here today. They bought me food. Then they brought us to that used bookstore with the chaotic stacks and stacks, which was just depressing because a) I have no money and b) the store had no trace of George Saunders. And the only Judy Budnitz book they had looked rediculous. But it's ok because now there is a butternut squash sitting on the counter next to a pineapple and a heap of tomatoes.

Any old how. I am on my 9793rd word of 25 pages and 9 weeks of writing. I may have said this before, but if you ever need advice on your diasporic Indian film choices, I got your back. Although you may not want to lean on me to heavily: by the time this is done with who knows how much substance I will have.

I wanna walk on your wavelength

Clean, dry socks. Orange sherbert. A new Katy Perry song on repeat (sorry about that).

Another hungover workday.

No more classes.

Awww, yeah.

Tall Dark and Lonely

"There comes a phase in life when, tired of losing, you decide to stop losing, then continue losing. Then you decide to really stop losing, and continue losing. The losing goes on and on so long you begin watching with curiosity, wondering how long you can go." - George Saunders In Persuasion Nation

Not to sound depressed. I just read this and thought it was both hilarious and infinitely tragic.

Last night, in a fit of "Last Day of Term Happies" we had a spontaneous and very very gratifying wine and oreo party with three friend that invited themselves over, and one that we invited. We were all satisfyingly tipsy and full to the brim (at least I was) with free History in Art appetizers and snacks that people seem to feel obligated to bring over. We sat on the floor in the kitchen and talked about our feelings, we figured out that the reason that all the lamps in this cursed house do not work is because the light bulbs are broken.

This morning Sabo woke up with a pounding head and put in Bambi. I have to write a French paper, no big surprise, due at midnight.

Oh and Shark, remember Cat? She is moving into your old room. I think she is as good as we are going to find, room-mate wise. Sabo called her drunk last night and spewed out some expectations. Oh and I know exactly what is in your package from Israel, he had to write it on the outside of the box for customs I guess.

hoping, keep on moping

This is my choice of husband of the week. I've been listening to his music none stop for the week's been. His name is E-dubble and he's been making alright music (links below). Coincidental, he kind of looks like C-man. Minus the lush facial hair and the bright white skin, this guy could really be that guy. Home has been what it's been. Told mother dearest about the garden plans and plans for the summer and things I want to get accomplished. She also had many ideas to share about what to send the Israeli pen-pal of mine (Easter sweets are in the melting pot of thoughts, readers, if you have any other ideas that could fit in the mind set of "Canadian sweets, stationary, office supplies" please share :). They also know full fully about the hike plans and they seem all into it. Sweet. Mortimer, if we bunked. same room. I wouldn't even consider having c-man as a sleepover partner, his house only or off to the highway he would go. Hope the night is going smooth, and this is the sad truth, it's only when I'm far away from you (well, two of you now) it seems that this blog has a sense and meaning. KEEP SAFE. http://hypem.com/#!/item/19xsk/e+dubble+-+Be+A+King

Ok But Wait

Was just thinking that the picture below is a lot like this one... this is my mother's family. Odd to think that 3 of these have passed away, one of them is not speaking to the rest. I have not even met half of their offspring. Anyway

I walked into the room dripping in gold

So apparently I am on buddybuddy terms with my prof (who happens to have written countless books on Anarchist art, and foams at the mouth at the idea of squatters conventions) Hopefully he remembers this when he is marking my papers next term. It's funny, I call him my professor but he has never actually taught me anything in a classroom setting. He wore a three piece velvety suit- pant legs too short, as usual- to present a slideshow from the New York trip. He waved excitedly when we ran into each other downtown.

Anyway, I came home from school today and all the lights were off and it was dead silent. Sabo and I agree that things are WEIRD in this house. I had this daytime fantasy that you didn't actually exist, Shark, and that the person I can relate to the most in this world was this awesome extension of my own imagination. If you ever feel like moving back in to try again, I will personally sell my bed and buy bunks. I will go stay somewhere else when C-Man comes over.

You know when you read 1/2 a book and then suddenly realize that it is a complete waste of time and the writing is terrible anyway? Don't read A Concise Chinese English Dictionnary for Lovers if you do not like this feeling. I had the sudden epiphany that all the characters were douchy.

Anyway, gotta go school myself on some Emily Carr if I don't want to crash and burn on Friday.

Laura- keep posting hot chicks, its got our numbers up.

Miles

If I hadn't left this History essay to the very last moment, it would probably be the most fascinating and informative project of the semester. Nothing like studying brutal massacres and intertribal relations to keep you on your toes.

GROVER'S HOUSE IN 9 DAYS!

Miles

This morning in history class we had a debate over whether it was a good idea to include a historian on a lifeboat in a Great Flood the Second situation. I was happy to be on the side that was against bringing a historian. Or sorry, not even a historian, a History Professor. So someone who not only has no real people skills or practical life skills, but has devoted his/her life to teaching twenty somethings how to look at things that happened ages ago. Surprisingly though (or maybe not seeing as the majority of people in the class are history majors) the vote was tied. I think the whole debate is unrealistic. The situation was supposed to be that the flood wiped out all civilization except for the students at the university. It is supposedly up to these kids to decide on one professor to take up the last spot. But don't you think realistically that the profs would be dictating who got the seats? And in trying to be diplomatic they would likely choose one person from each facutly, the majority of whom would be women so that we could repopulate faster. I think a person's genetic capability would be more of a factor than their knowledge and the potential they have to share it around.

I've been getting nose bleeds all afternoon. I think someone is trying to tell me something...