jump on my train, yeah. My little train of thought.

Moose taste good.

Had a coffee at 4. Now I am full of energy  but have got nowhere to direct it AHHAHAH. Everyone's worst nightmare,basically. Too much of a good thing ain't good at all fool.
I want tuna but I am against eating tuna.
Glorious weather today. Laura nearly insulted a feminist on the bus. I was sitting between them. Made pretty fine improptu mac and cheese. Although to be fair it was fusili.
Actually tonight would be a good night for photo running if it wasn't getting dark so fast. You know, running while taking pictures? It's something the cool kids aren't doing but definetely should be.
As I am having difficulty following my own train of thought, gonna go read someone elses, or something.

	Hooded Fang - Land of Giants .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

To be fair I have never heard this song. Good band though.

i can change my face, don't you remember?

SHHH. Don't use my real name! They'll find me!

Not a lot happening. I swear. I have this rager headache and I came home and the heat was turned up in all the rooms and it was sweltering so I am stripped down to the minimal layers of shirt tucked into pants and no socks. Got the most hilarious stare-down from this guy on a bus while walking home. Took Laura out for birthday pie except I am shamefully broke so she paid her own meal.
Wrote about 7 thousand pages of exams today (we're talking 7 short essays, one long in total) and now I'm supposed to read these three articles to discuss tomorrow so that I can suck up to the prof so he'll write me a recomendation but I seriously think it's gonna be an early bedtime instead.
Just found the most disgusting clump of hair stuck to the bottom of my sock. No idea where the flat-mates are. Kat's been running overdrive and Sarah's sick and depressed. The usual.
Had a dream about Race Rocks (the place) and a music festival in the woods, I think Cliff, Marketa's ex, was in it too. And Evan Pepper.

I am reading Hemingway's Moveable Feast as well as this book about Speakeasies and boom and Depression era Detroit (your fave!) so I looked up abandoned mansions on the google and came up with this picture.
Thinking I should be Jane Avril for Hallowe'en... this year I'm gonna put effort in this, I swear.
What are you doing?
This time last year we were making seasonal comfort food and scraping the dry wall dust out of the bathtub. Wish you were here.

	No Kids - For Halloween .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

dang felix.

Happy birthday laura! Hope all things are doing well on this crazy special day. Over here my toes are cold and I fed your rabbit a carrot. I'm sure that little akon the acorn is thinking of you too on this very special day <3 ps.. why didn't you tell me it was your birthday coming up in the last letter you wrote me? I would have replied with a gigantic birthday message back.  Except you didn't. So you got a sub par reply/return to your last letter mailed to me. I mailed it out friday. you'll see it soon in a mail box near you.

Other then that, I think this blog needs a daily update from me. Today is the monday of all monday.s The fire in the fireplace is roaring strong just feet from me, but my toes- like i said are still cold. My house lacks the internet or phone right now. So I'm trying to be productive with my free time and write this in my editing program and I'll update the blog later when I see some connected wi-fi.

Yesterday the band had a photoshoot. We spent a couple hours on little mountain. By the end I was grumpy, cold and my socks were wet. We all decided that we would have a quick practice and then head out for dinner as a team. It was 'mexican food" and dq ice cream.  I owe jasmind(ah) 10$ on the account that i seem to have lost my money card. Someone could be spending billions of my hard earned cash I as speak. I was really happy to hang out with the new guy of the group though (stefan), I think he will be a good potential member of the group.

I made a huge to-do list to get done.  The look of it is daunting.
Emma, what's new with you?

She took a sad song and made it better (sadder)!

I feel like this picture right now, with cold medicine and caffeine fighting it out in my body.

That's a great quote about books, I heartily agree. However, I also took out ten books from the library today concerning the Fraser River Gold Rush, and have yet to experience promised hordes of men flocking to my apartment door. And a Geography degree would be sick (Or dank, I guess...), what'chu talking about?

Today...I exchanged a smile with a stranger on the bus concerning leggings worn by a young male jogger sitting in front of us. The girl and I started snickering, and the guy must have heard us and turned around, catching our embarrassed eyes. Instead of frowning or shaking his head or just plain ignoring us, he started to laugh. It was really great; I love moments like that, when you're reminded that the people surrounding you are people, and potential friends.

Otherwise, nothing is happening. Frances is watching a movie of the space-wars shoot-em-up variety with her boyfriend. He is...well, Ritchie, you will see for yourself soon, I guess.

This cold is kicking my ass.

waiting for the right time to pull it out and put it on the table

This image is from the Rumpus, literary website extraordinaire. Home of the famed "write like a motherfucker" mugs. Here: http://therumpus.net/
Today the new girl at work informed me that although there is a lot of funding available for Masters degrees, if you get one in Geography it will be completely useless. Luckily land masses aren't my thing.
Today I bought 5 books on credit from selling about 15. However I am still not getting laid.
 Learned what the French word foutre means. Won't write it here.

What a fickle friend we have

today I saw a man with a shit wedding dress over his jeans and tshirt tied to a light post, laughing his head off. I saw 3 pairs of leiderhosen tossed onto 3 beds. I saw ten or more new looking tents clustered around a tree in the rain. I saw a girl in a white poncho trying to use it as a combined jacket/ hood. I saw the beacon of the new Discovery Coffee in James Bay beckoning through the still dark morning, telling me I needed a coffee. Made soaking wet pants almost worth it. I saw the sun come out for a brief 30 minutes while I dragged a dog around the block. Got invited to another Bachelor auction- this time for frisbee players. Finally learned what a POLEMIC paper is. Saw this in National Geographic a while ago. James Nizan)

I was recommended the Kooks new album by a man easily in his 50s, said it was "a phenomenal recording." Looking it up, after the R3-30. Recieved a lecture on selling amps in Victoria. Learned that the word "dank" has replaced the word "sick" in superlatives. As in
"M, just made the dankest eggs"- Jake, Marketa's kid
"...is dank good or bad?"- M, no longer a kid

you never did come in

Typical around this place: put your bowl of cereal down for 20 seconds and when you pick it up again there's a hairball in it. And the hair isn't yours. Looking up Killam Undergrauate Fellowships for Canadians. Gonna try and go study down South for a semester, if you know what I mean. Thinking about it anyway.
Made the mistake of sticking my thumb in a doorhinge last night. 3 guesses on the colour of the nail. Actually I don't even know what coulour you would call that... Puce? (get it Frenchies?)

	Chet Baker - My Funny Valentine .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Anyway. Learnt about an artist today (surprise!) who did performance pieces in which she read to unclaimed bodies of women at the local morgue. And filmed the process. Which makes her sound like a creep so I shall explain.
AHemmmm hem.
In Thailand and other countries in South East Asia there is a text called the Inaow which is read at all (Buddhist) 'funeral' services for the benefit of the dead as much as for the living. The idea being that even though this text is not religious at all it somehow encourages the spirit of the newly dead to move on to the next realm. It is a process of letting go. Not sure if you've heard, but Thailand also has what could be called a... Rampant Sex-Trade problem. So this artist, Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook has entered the morgue of the city in which she lives and there and then performed these so-called 'last rites' for the bodies of women who have been unclaimed by families, by lovers or friends because their sole purpose in life was not to have these attachments, but to have holes into which things could be poked. And she films this and brings the images out to the galleries of posh Europeans who see only a spooky video of a small Thai girl reading in a quiet melodic foreign tongue in an echoing chamber with only a corpse for companion and can leave fealing both spooked and strangely at peace.
Don't say this is disgusting. That is insulting your own intelligence.

ice ice baby.

here, my toes are ready to nearly fall off (almost ready) and i'm trying to snarf down oatmeal. my stomach is sore though. it's horrrrrrible.

yesterday I took a bus to a part of town of nanaimo that i've never ever taken a bus to. south, ya know? carmanagh lives in this neat co-op building thing, and everyone that lives there seems to be really into the occupy movement. I went yesterday, nothing really going. I helped take pictures of this hotel guy giving away free pillows, and then hoolahooped for 10 minutes.  the best part of the day was the earl grey marcaron i had. 

yumyumyum

i get to go to hornby on sunday (yes!)

Experimentaling

That was a word from grade seven that somehow meant "experimenting sexually." Don't ask me how that works, I can't remember.
Today I was asked to explain what an art historian is interested in learning and everyone sat quietly and listened. It was like a wet dream but it was dry and I was awake... The fact that my friend's 35 year old ex-con boyfriend laughed out loud at my major this weekend probably negates this but I'mma run with it anyway.
Considering a career as a pseudo-postmodernist ethnomusicologist.
Just kidding.

	Islands - Where There's a Will There's a Whalebone .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

8:20 already!?

Oh hi there, midterms. I knew you'd show up eventually.