Such a Gentleman tied to the Oceanside.

The first night that my co-worker slept with her boyfriend, he showed her the "What Would Penis Do?" video on youtube. Now she says if they had slept together on the first night that they met they probably wouldn't have ever got together.
I am sitting here watching a man bike away with a VCR that he found across the street. It may rain.

Dayne is coming to stay for a couple nights. Sabo is a nervous wreck, but she always is. I have begun to notice the mood in a room completely changes when she comes in it. It's like her whole world is a stage and everything she does is for the benefit of onlookers. No wonder she crashes so hard.
Just spent the afternoon painting acrylic style on the living room floor. I had to refresh myself after that so I had a nice ten minutes of drawing really ugly people with a ball point pen.
Last night I fell asleep in the Mines of Moria and dreamed of sunshine and over large smiles. "This is the start of something beautiful disguised as something really really ugly"

Babies Don't Like Blue Anymore

This is where I would like to be. Just had breakfast with my dad, who drove 2 hours to buy lightbulbs, only to find that there weren't any. We went to the pub down the street, 4 hours early for the folk jam they do on Sundays. I have to say, veggie burgers are always too filling but I can never resist. Now I am sitting in complete melt-down mode on the kitchen arm chair, waiting for the vultures to arrive and carry off what is left of this wasted up body.
On the way home we were walking behind some guy who's t-shirt read: "I fucked Jesus STUPID" with a picture of a foetus hanging from a coat hanger. He was pretty cheerful considering.
The floor is paved with bottle caps from last night. Another reason for the vultures: had a pretty successful drinking party and for the first time, none of my actual friends were there. It was the acting crowd. This one guy stared at me in disbelief when I told him that I enjoy writing art history themed papers. Then he made off with Kat's straw hat with a big black bow. I believe there may have been some shot-gunning going on in the bathtub. All I know for sure is that I am going to make bread with the left overs.
On the menu for this evening: symphonies in the harbor, fire (works) in the sky.

Check this check this number 1 japanese town.

Just wanted to express some good hearted joy and be a girl and say that I just got roses from an Ontario boyfriend. This is the only place where I have two girls reading this.

Also, hit up the Filberg festival with jasmine yesterday. Nothing super cool, a lot of ceramics and felted jackets worth 700 dollars. Jasmine, I and her mom agreed that it was ridiculous. I think the highlights of the day was enjoying the sun, eating this amazing ice cream cone and spending at least 45 minutes, trying to figure out how to get to Cumberland and see the "ghost Japanese town", when really, it was just nothing except this one last standing house that was left from the original town, wooden stakes showing where everything use to be and this cool project they started. They planted something like 35 cherry blossom trees to represent the 35 families that were forced to evacuate and sent to the camps on the mainland during world war 2. The trees are still tiny, and apparently once they are mature, the branches will all be touching each other and everything will be connected. Cute huh?

Anyways, I'm going to go make lunch and make sure I can find my dress for the wedding the lovely marimba band is preforming at this afternoon. Hope the sun is treating you guys well. 

Something in your chemistry

Checkout this cliff. I have to go back there tomorrow.

I'm listening to a bunch of random music one of the guys loaded onto my computer, eating an apple, and drinking tea. Apparently, gangster rap is the flavour of the week. I had a whole bunch of stuff to say but now I can't remember any of it. Some of the people from my pre-camp sampling crew were on the radio today and said nice things. It was good to hear their voices.

Emma, ignore those little nagging voices, or at least politely listen and dismiss them at the closest possible opportunity. You are going places, my dear. Good places.

I HAVE to do laundry sometime this week. Don't let me forget.

I'll Bet You Do This All The Time

Glorious weather, glorious chocolate almond milk in the cup on the counter. Not a lot to report around here. I am going to watch my friend from work's boyfriend ponce around in Hamlet style tights this evening. It's the Vic Shakespeare Fest up at Camosun en plein air.
Yesterday morning I was assured that there is plenty for art historians to do in this world by a woman that would know all about these things. It's funny how much I have lost focus over the summer, all the regular fears have been creeping in slowly. Especially after my aunt and uncle (siblings) laughed at my major before going back to wrestling on the couch. I guess it's best not to listen to the non-believers out there, since the majority of them have never been to university anyway. Anyway this woman has made my future seem brighter and to celebrate I am going over to the ol' Lansdowne Middle School to play soccer with my brother and his gang of wily engineers.

I will leave you with this image though.

This is what I just ate.

I can't say too much right now. I'm shivering and the night is slowly closing in. Went busking tonight and then caught the first 20 minutes of the goonies down by the beach. I got bored and left. Walked home. Took the long way too. During busking there was this annoying mother who I swear, who only reminds me of some 18 year old. Her son loved the marimba though, got bright eyed and opened mouthed when he found out he could play them after the set. I bet that mother is really not going to be a huge part of that kids life once he figures out how to do the basics on his own.  That's about it. I lied about the mailing your letter thing acouple posts ago. I lost it and only just re-found it a couple hours ago. You'll get it sooner or later.

ps. I'm pretty sure "husband style" is going to be replacing " man blanket".  Ahhh the wonders of growing up!

the antidote was had

I've been sticking my nose into so many books lately. Just finished Jack Hodgins' The Invention of the World, which made me miss the rest of the Island badly. The whole thing is a hate/love rant for Vancouver Island and the weird people that live on it. It caps off with a good ol' wedding brawl, true love, ghosts, and an assemblage of oddballs. Perfect.
 I overheard this woman on the bus talking in gossipy tones about how the riots in Vancouver were not within the nature of the people who live on this coast. Reading Jack Hodgins makes me think otherwise. He is probably the expert, anyway. The afterword speaks about how many of the readers were a little taken aback by the brawl at the end and how this blah blah blah was because of the distances and the density between people on the Island. So spread out, yet friendly that you had to holler and be outrageous if you wanted to be heard. Anyway.
Gorgeous night and my heart is a beatin' steady. More later.

Five Reasons to Punch a Dolphin in the Mouth

I love my axe. A lot.

Well, well, well. What a sunny, steep, mossy day. I have been tumbling around mountains, slipping and sliding through streams, and falling face-first into swamp. On my way up the cutline we were working on today, I came upon a drill site, which was the first time I'd actually seen one in the field. Their locations aren't secret, exactly, but they're kept pretty quiet. A little while after that, the A-Star (the luxury cadillac of helicopters) began slinging loads of drill equipment down the mountain, so that was pretty sweet.

Unfortunately, I'm having a tough time getting along with my tentmates. I don't think it's a problem with dealing with other girls; I'm generally more comfortable with girls than guys anyway. But THESE girls-sheesh. Some of the things that have been happening are pretty innapropriate, or just plain stupid, or both. Maybe I am just being impatient. I spend a lot of time in the cook tent, talking with the wonderful bull cook Sophia and eating cookies. I'll be back in Vic with the world's best recipe for bread pudding, by the way.

Do you feel like listening to club music right now? Check out Chromeo's "Don't Turn the Lights On", it's a work theme song.

It sounds like the piano from that one movie...

Not too much I can say, I have 15 minutes to waste before I head down to a quick marimba practice with carmanagh and rob. Some crazy lady thought it would be genius to have two marimbas play at her family reunion. Fun fact though, I agree with most of the band on this, the music doesnt sound right with anything less then four, and that being said, we have nothing that fits two marimbas. So tonight is going to be spent trying to figure something out.

I got a package from my penpal in israel yesterday. Halva (new favorite sweet) and chocolate wafers were the food item of the week. Plus this korean movie called "castaway on the moon" it's hilarious, I have it on my computer, so just the word and I can send it to you guys.

I leave you with the trailer, and the movie i have is english subtitled ;)

children who cry when the thunder begins

hi there friends. let me tell you a few stories.
This morning I sat on the roof of a 99 year old house in the sunshine while everyone around me passed around cigarettes and other things. I was busy watching the foot traffic on the street below. This guy and his wife were loading their bags into the back of their cream coloured jeep. This is the man that suggested we re-name our resident seagull "Lester" instead of Gilbert, which it responds to. Every morning this bird waits around until we bring it out some scraps from breakfast. Which he will dutifully swallow with one gulp and then reproduce in the more accessible form of large white splats all over the back porch before flying away screaming. This has resulted in an awkward love hate relationship that sees us girls swearing under our breath with bright clean smiles on our faces as we bring him his breakfast.
The two "men" of this b and b are Gilbert the seagull and Mr. T, the bulky rectangular shitsu multipoo (both of which words google thinks I made  up) when Marketa's son was younger he asked his mother in front of a gaggle of guests why his dog had to be a shit and a poo. In reality he is a pain in the ass. He makes these sounds with his nose that are easily comparable to those made by a pig. His diet consists mainly of cheese. He has the saddest little eyes though and everyday after his walk he races to Marketa's office at the front of the house for a little fondling. Also he is not fixed. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.