The lace really adds to it.

Right now, I'm curled up on the couch watching the wedding. Drinking homemade vanilla vodka spiked coffee out of the little cup celebrating the royal wedding. Truth be told, I'm feeling a bit lonely sitting here, but at the same time, happy. I'm not going to lie,I really like the royal family. Mostly just the Queen and Diana, but as they come, they come with others following them.

I remember back in grade ten, I brought this magazine celebrating the years of Diana and who she was, and what she left behind. It was expensive, and mostly filled with photos, but I still love it to this day. Not in a creepy way. But I respect it as a book-type that I will keep for a while. Today I found out that she got married off at 20. That's us right now Mortimer and Laura.

Just think about it, you could be marrying off to a 31 year old future king this year. And a year later, you would be having a baby, and two years after that, another and then you die in a horrible car accident! That's tough.

Anyway, I mostly came on to say how pretty the bride looked tonight, and that I'm actually pretty much enjoying it right now, so much, that I wont be sleeping tonight and that my family is getting pancakes with caramel apples for breakfast. Royal treatment.

By the way Laura, your little one is doing great. She really loves dandelions and we bought her a salt rock and I'm building her a hut for the summer months (mostly because we just got a new deck and we got a hella bunch of wood left over).

Will Leap Right Out of Your Hand!

Just turned down a nice cushy gallery job in the home town arena. (Tell me you will hire me, Caroline Riedel) We are wishing and hoping and planning and praying that I can pull up the Curatorial Assistant pants by the end of the month. Surprisingly not that sore from the mountain gallumph yesterday, just got a couple of bruised toes. And also I can't touch my toes, which means I am stiff?

I have a theory about that strawberry though. This probably comes from a day of extreme laziness washing dishes and reading books about famous painters in exile. But. Does that strawberry not look like three or four separate berries merged into one? Is that even possible? Maybe in the first stages of growth?

Anyway exercising at night has always been a bad idea. I slept like 3 hours last night. If you can hear the restless insanity creeping into my words you can get a high five.

Told some pals that I would go watch The Game at their house tonight. Pretending that I am not bored crapless should be interesting.

what's the story?

Just ran up and around and down a mountain. Cannot feel my body. Check out this strawberry

Sasquatch

I find this picture to be super creepy.

Aw man, here I am back in the north. But it's actually very warm here, even if the lake is completely frozen solid. The last two days have been stunning, with wide blue skies and sunshine at. all. times. The thing that throws me off is the quiet. Unless CBC is playing softly in the background, the house is still and silent. I've grown used to the constant hum of cars and music and laughter.

What else have I been up to? Well, reverting to my usual self by running around in puffy down coats and clumpy hiking boots, and hunting for Easter eggs on the 5 acres of property my parents own. And fighting with iTunes, trying to get this iPod up to snuff (ie. deleting everything and anything jazz-y or blues-y). And studying for my driving test and reading a lot and eating. There is good food! So much food! Oh, God!

E, I found the letter you left in my notebook and laughed and laughed and laughed. It really made my day. S, I hope you are pleased with the bunny. Sorry I did not have time to pick up some more food for her.

I need to be working, I think. I'm ready to go someplace new and exciting and scary.

Did You Seriously Just Call Me Crab Face?

I'll Explain Everything to the Geeks

Hi friends. I am in a mildly bitter but also hopeful and very very full mood, in case you were wondering. Yesterday I ran 7.5 kms, then did yoga, then climbed trees and walked around all afternoon. What did you do hmmmmmmm? Today I walked around a bit, made cookies then came over here to sit around and pretend to study. That about sums it up. I'm getting pretty good at saying I will do things, not doing them because I "have to study" and then sitting around staring at walls. I am also pretty damn good at not getting up in the morning. (Can you hear the bitter coming out?)

I suddenly got hit with this wave of lonely. I cannot study at all right now. I will be ravished by this Northwest Coast Art exam tomorrow morning. All I know is that Tsimshian masks have truncated pyramid cheeks and pointy chins, Kwakwaka'wkh masks have red rimmed eyelids. Unfortunately that combined knowledge might add up to half a question.
Seeing as I am on a random family's computer at the moment, all of their pictures are of the kids. I think the one above is especially good.

I think this may be illegal.

Ba da ba ba

ER, you don't give yourself enough credit. I would hardly call you a passive observer in a lot of circumstances; you dance and laugh and perform silly, half-drunken stunts with the best of them. And always, everyone you meet loves you. That's a talent, girl.

I'm a-sittin' in the library, having scored a seat on the stairs by the massive glass wall overlooking the pond. Which is choked with algae, by the way. The day is dark and dreary, and it makes me feel cold, but oh, well-Victoria.

Poor Grover got stuck outside last night and yowled so loud that the neighbours turned on their lights to see what was going on. So I was that abashed cat owner standing in the doorway in nothing but an overlarge T-shirt, ushering Grover inside and assuring the neighbourhood that all was well. Argh.

I haven't heard when I'm supposed to be heading up north yet, and I keep having dreams that I'm pregnant. Wierd. And a little scary.

Today is michaels birthday. Tonight I exploded myself with cheesecake and curry. Can i also say that its been nearly three years since the c-man and I had a kiss? Nuts. Baby, we are growing old too fast. I dont know what else to say. i had all sorts to say really, but they just escaped my ears. Maybe another time?

Then You Try To Do What You Did Before.

My stomach is rumbling. So is the whole house for that matter. They are doing laundry upstairs. This afternoon I really did consider going Somewhere and doing Something, I swear. Just I started reading. Then I started writing something out, then I started pulling yoga poses, and I didn't stop in time. I was going to go watch the Debate at Our Friends with Cable's house but things change quick. I really cannot stand Stevie Harper enough to listen to him speak, at all. Asshole.

I saw this talk that he gave a few party members not that long ago. One of them filmed it on their phone or something and sent it to the liberals and CBC. He speaks like a dictator. He said something along the lines of stamping out the socialists. If he gets back into office I will cry myself to sleep until infinity.

In other, non-political news: I got dragged out to "nineties night" last night, except we didn't get in. We stood in this line that we were not really supposed to stand in for about half an hour, listened to these really drunk guys screaming about the Black Hawks, keeping an eye on this guy who I know to be a rapist with the corner of my eye. Being bored and sober and la-dee-da. But yeah, Nick Findler was in the lineup, like three people from me. I know this because the guy standing behind me kept screaming his name a-la BBC Nature Hour marmot, and he finally turned around. Just my luck that the rapist is like 7 feet tall and Bulky. But this isn't funny. This is a man that punched his ex-girlfriend in the face and dragged her upstairs at a party to the sound of his cheering buddies. I have this on good authority.

Also looking good for getting a job at the Maltwood, starting in May. The curator said (quote) "this looks great" in reference to my cover letter.

That cranky woman with the missing cat just came by. They set up a "cat trap" in our side yard and are going to come by every 45 minutes to check it. Apparently they've seen the cat in our yard a couple of times. She asked if I could keep an eye on it. Clearly the cat does not like you, woman.