laura, this is chezick. And I know I'm not ritchie, but I looked at the link you told her about, and was that the chocolate bear that was at your camp?!?! I vaguely remember some chocolate sculpture being auctioned off or won because of something?

Beginning

L Fucking V.
The disputed word was "irregardless" Which means NOTHING because IT DOES NOT EXIST.
Also you are lucky if I shave my legs twice in a month. Single and busy does not really equal time to shave legs.
Today at Breakfast I overheard a woman making fun of her present husband for getting confused on his new medication and trying to open the bathroom door, which he believed to be inside the mattress.
She also made me spend about 30 minutes taking pictures on the stairwell. What a turbo bitch.
I for one, have endless (baffling) energy and a few more dollars than this morning.

I went so far as to forget that people sometimes go to school on Fridays, even though I saw my bosses son this morning and we talked about the nasty things that go on in the kitchen of the Old Spaghetti Factory. I never see that kid.
Anyway, gotta go to campus to watch a delightful film with this Nazi chick who calls her self Laura

RITCHIE, CHECK OUT THIS BLOG, YOU WILL LOVE IT
http://sophiabartholomew.wordpress.com/

We are illness buddies

I, also, have a stuffy nose and a headache and a mild fever and a throat that feels as if it has taken on an itchy, scratchy, fiery life of its own, so you have my complete sympathy.

I have so many socks on the floor right now, and two 5-page papers due on Tuesday that I haven't really done anything on yet, ahem. However, a long, hot bubble bath has dispelled some of these anxieties, especially when coupled with the excellent mushroom ravioli that was on the eating out menu tonight. Yum.

Do you guys shave your legs every week, or, even worse, every day? I was just thinking today, man, what a colossal waste of time this is. I could be composing poetry right now, or raising money for charity, or doing the dishes, or inspiring young people.

Bad news on the tour-guide-and-take-an-irresponsible-semester-off front, I'll letcha know the details when it is worked out further. Allll the details...

Memma, 'irrefutable' is so a word. It is an ADJECTIVE, and refers to something that is IMPOSSIBLE to DENY or DISPROVE. For example, the existence of this word.

post 615, connecting old dots - feelin' sick while doing so.

I'm here, feeling down and sick. I've been making sure there is a roll of tissue paper close by. My nose is suffering. I've tried comforting it with lotions and cold items. My face burns.

So here i am, unable to keep my mind on something constant. I decided to look through pictures. I found this picture of a neat bed. Really neat actually. The mattress was set into the floor, and the white blanket covers it all. I've always been attracted to the pure white blanket/duvet. It was like a treat I only ever got in a hotel room. I'm too cheap to even consider buying something like that brand new, nor active enough to go out into the fabric community to find the materials to be the handy-dandy mistress to make one myself. So it will be forever a dream. 

This bed.

That all being said. I really like the design it offers. Especially in my romantic fantasies. I like the mental picture of the two of us laying down in that bed. Add an extra abundance of pillows, maybe a "side table" a couple inches in height on each side, giving the left side an extra foot away from the window and underneath the window a bookshelf. Because that room is way to bare for me. It;s cold . I wonder if snow is waiting for the next person who steps outside.

I wonder who creates something like this? It reminds me of a sonic bed. It was free-spirited Graeme who suggested we all hit this art gallery up to witness it. It was about two weeks before we were leaving to head up to our placement up north. 

http://hour.ca/2010/04/22/sound-sleep/

The bed was basically a bed. But underneath there was speakers, around your head there was speakers, and in the corners of the room, even more speakers.  It was a experience where every inch of you was listening to the music. It was fucked up music too. But cool none the less. The art gallery it was featured in made me think of someplace that you mortimer, would work. A really neat place. You had to walk up flights of stairs. It wasn't really an art gallery though. It seemed to have everything. Just the room the bed was shown in had some depth... here, check this out : http://www.oboro.net/index_2_e.html . Point is, the bed reminded me of a bed.  Oh and the day we saw the sonic bed, I saw this lovely artsy film in the room over about a cat, decomposing in water. This is the artist, with some more of his work, http://glia.ca/2011/vidGrid_1.html . Creepy vibe.

Anyways, last weekend was the first weekend I brought hard alcohol to a party. Morning after we played 5 hours of marimba and made mostly american cash. I wish our dollar was higher right now. I also have a new penpal from the same place robin hood roamed. Nottinghamshire.And she lives right up the road from sherwood forest. She sounds like a funny girl. anyways, I don't know what else to write. Take careeeeeeeeeeee!!!!@

And there's no more Chicago.

7 Lucky Ninja Kids (trailer) from Cinefamily on Vimeo.
Remember when we thought we could be ninjas when we grew up?

That's Not Just Friendship, That's Romance too.

Day Two in the week.
Had my third annual Rifflandia big woop this weekend. Four days of head bobbing and casual knee bending to the tune of all Kinds of music.
Favourite experience being the one in which a bunch of drunk guys by the name of Hollerado repeatedly sprayed the crowd in confetti and streamers and cursed their mayor (they still killed it)
Second of that same day in which about ten people hyped on "redbull" thrashed around on stage to the tune of something like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3e7O-6xgNk
At which point the lead singer climbed up the scaffolding of the stage and whipped his sweaty face at the crowd. Cute.
And the one single man who danced his shoes into the mud for Every song, regardless of how mellow.
And the nine year old girl full body feeling Felix Cartal.
And leaping down the pews to get a view of Giant Sand but managing to completely desecrate my knee. Thanks, God.
And glancing sideways to see a man sitting on a blanket in the middle of the crowd, reading Dracula.
And Kevin Drew, who refused to leave but kept picking out notes on his keyboard.
But yes. Good stuff, the whole weekend.

But the present, unfortunately smells like tuberculosis and the Inuits and a headache that is not necessarily matching the anxiety that I am not really feeling.
But maybe I have a better appreciating of indie boys and the clouds that will part to let in sunshine.

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note to laura.

If there's any troubles about the rabbit, don't worry about it. We love love love having her around her, and a couple weeks we bought like 20 pounds of pellets and a huge bag of hay and she just loves them both. Don't worry though, that 20 pounds of feed and hay equaled out to about 10 dollars (big spender... I know). Point is, shes is been taken care of! and point is, youll be getting some extra food-stuff...

Anyways, that's all I really wanted to say.
I'm thinking of turning into a female version of Stromae.

Don't let it happen, you'll do just fine. And even if you don't, no one will tell you otherwise

Hola. I'm not sure how a camera can display lewdity?, but just know that I had to run around the city by myself last night, avoiding a massive cluster of partygoers (on a Monday?) and finding books I wanted to take home and couldn't, including a guide to the Dragonflies of BC written by a guy I know.

Sarah, I owe you an apology. I've been avoiding the rabbit issue, but I promise to send you an e-mail tonight.

There is a guy downtown giving out free hugs.