If I do not get ahold of some tweezers soon, I will have eyebrows resembling the top left photograph

My fingers will not turn out the words needed to complete this paper, I have been on the same paragraph for an hour. Maybe a quick, effortless blog post will be the ticket to overcoming this essay block.

Today I doodled my way through a History of Science lecture, and the desks were far too close. The rather tall, bulky guy next to me seemed to think it was fine to rest his lanky arms on my writing space, and sigh a lot and jiggle his feet up and down. I began drawing angry, frowning people underneath dark thunderclouds, but I don't think that he got the message.

Sarah, that is the bear sculpture that was at camp! Isn't it wonderful? There are also pictures of doorways to nowhere that she set up in the street, and a nest created out of old tires with a sign urging people to "Please Sit in the Artwork". I believe she studied in an art school in Paris.

Tonight will be a library night, I can feel it in the air. 

Conor Langton did this. I have a similar sweater.

Didn't Catch This Name

I think underground means either anonymous or non-capitalist. Either way brother, this is the thing.
Woke up to Owen Pallett piano emerging from the living room.

Currently reading about the most hilarious artist to paint Realism. We're talking Courbet, baby. We're talking painting for the sake of making fun of certain other styles of painting, as in the one below. Tell me its hideous and I will tell you that you're right.

sunday.

underground arts magazine (as way of classifying it) sounds stupid. + I say we have an advice column. we can spilt it up on who advises on which area of life. I think it could be great. We could draw cartoon versions of our "what if therapist self" would look like, and use that as an icon of the person replying to the specific piece. nice nice nice

today we had a show on the topic of feeding african children.  the show more or less went off without a flaw, and i got to wear this pretty blue skirt. It was also really funny because we were introducing ourselves at the end of the show, and after my name was being called, the weird dj played an audible, pre-recorded crowd clapping clip... to say the least, he gives me a weird smile and i just turn to natalie and smile. It was funny.

since then i've talked to cyrus, pranked katelynn, and ate a plateful of  roasted potatoes covered in hummus and honey mustard. it tastes better then the mental image.

I'm A Lie Detector

So full its uncomfortable.
Sorry for being rude last time. It was tired and indignant times.
I am currently pulling that stunt where I don't get anything done at all.

Guess what Chez! Kat comes up to me yesterday and starts talking about this brilliant idea she's had to start an "underground arts" magazine- you know the type. And I was exhausted or I would have been like : SC and I have been playing with a similar idea for like 3 years. I think she may be the key to kicking this thing off the ground. Brainstorming to follow.

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!!!!@