SMCISOOO COOL

Honestly, and I'm going to be honest here, my head is pounding right now. Like a beat that I can't keep up with, it's there, making things inconvenient. I've ate, don't worry, I've made pot stickers with failed tofu. It wasn't fail-fail, but it looked more like ricotta cheese then a block of pure soy curd. Slightly depressing. Actually, to tell the truth, everything has been less then perfect theses days. My pea soup burned, my pot stickers burned (stay ate them though) and my tofu has been less then perfect.

I think I'm going to spend the week living off bagels, oatmeal raisin cookies and black tea. Maybe some oranges too.

My mind has been wondering off too. Along with the snow. I swear, one night of rain, and it's totallement disappeared. I'm not happy with that, and I'm disappointed that this lack of winter is forcing me into this corner. I wish i could get drunk and be normal-temperature in my pjs. I don't feel like trying to warm myself up, while looking at the bright green grass outside.

Other then allllllll that, my wi-fi at home is back and running. So that's nice. I've been glued to the computer for a day and a half now enjoying the more complicated things in life.

Hope the new year is treating you girls well SO FAR and that good things are going to come. Like Sarah Chezick turning 21. cha cha cha cha cha cha cha. (soon)

Here there be dragons

 

Yo, girls. It's been awhile, huh?

Things have changed, things have stayed the same. I'm drinking strong (see: alcoholic) hot chocolate, on a Monday, as a reward for washing a mound of dishes. Walked outside today and bought both an iPod dock and the ingredients for the world's most spectacular sandwiches. Fresh, soft white chia bread, thick yellow tomatoes that have somehow retained that earthy vegetable smell, marble cheese, lots of mayo. For the meat component, I bought a ready-bbq'd chicken and stripped the rest of the meat off of it to make soup. Are you drooling yet? Two sandwiches, with a glass of sweet, pulpy orange juice, were both my lunch and dinner. For dessert, there were a couple small squares of dark chocolate left over from the night we made the mousse/moose.

Can't wait to meet some good friends again in a few short weeks, I plan on hugging them to within an inch of their lives. 

That sounded creepier than was intended.

Emma, I did read Choke. And I won't ruin it for you, except to say that it isn't Chuck's best, and it's awfully pornographic.

So there.

Casually Cruel.

Listening to LCD Soundsystem. Everyone else is passed out in the living room, typical friday afternoon at Ritchie House, as Laura calls it.
Not really a lot to say since the last time but I figure someone had to do it. You know when you don't talk to someone for a long time so that you feel like talking about regular things is not good enough and you feel like you have to say something big and important? Yeah, that's what its like.
Had New Years, worked, went camping in the torriential rainforest that is Port Renfrew, got soaked to the skin, watched Brett fall in a creek, found a seal carcass on the shore with a bullet wound, went to a potluck, played Ukrainian dice a few times, watched Brett trip and fall into the ocean, joined a mob to troop across the elementary school, watched the second half of Annie Hall, was woken up by Brett falling into bed with me, gave him a hug, went for breakfast with some ladies. Got carpet burn from sleeping on my face.
I need to go to school for a bit. I think maybe I will take the stack of cans outside while I'm at it.
Have a nice day.

Friends and Friends of Friends' Friends.

Hey kids. I survived Christmas. Did you? It's all downhill grubbing from here.
My aunt and uncle are staying at this wahoo little cabin on the shoreline, not far from here. Christmas Eve they suggested we all go on this carriage ride thing, through the cabin company. So halfway through this carriage ride packed with cabin dwellers and a few couples staying at Tigh Na Mara in their ritzy family jewels the horses start trotting a little too quickly for comfort. Suddenly the wagon is banging along full tilt and the larger of the horses is sticking out sideways from the hitching or whatever. Suddenly we have gone over the curb into the shallow ditch full of big rocks and the half the ladies (including my mother) are sitting on the floor sucking air through their teeth. The women driving the wagon said they steered the horses toward something that they couldn't run through (in this case a big black hedge) so that they would be forced to stop. All this in about 4 minutes.And somebody's grandmother gets off immediately and starts hiking back to her resort, swearing and shaking all over. Good appetite after that.
Here's a pair of pilleated woodpeckers. They take turns

I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth, I was rich in evrything else

I think I'm beginning the slow descent into obesity, more like. Doesn't help that my mom made like 7 batches of cookies and then hid them. Periodically she pulls them out and says "ALLLLLLRIIIIIIGHT who wants a cookie??" (that woman is small but man can she project) and then we all grab a few.

Also been going for a minor hike everyday. Today we went to the old Morecroft camp, which used to be a Church-run kids camp and is now a regional park. Which means that they had to take out the massive cross that used to be right on the cliff face. Place still spooks me right out though. All these ancient cabins with the same curtains that they had 10 years ago. All looking at you through the trees, leery. I feel like something really bad happened there in the past. Even though all those ideas probably come from the ghost stories Abby's older sister told us when we were camping there in grade 3, in our mildewed sleeping bags in a cabin with no actual windows, just these canvas flap things that you closed up at night. That's a photo I took up there.
Tomorrow is Top Bridge. Former site of an actual bridge at sometime in the settlement era. Now lieu of a crappy metal suspension bridge and a pile of empties. In the summer, 14 year olds do back flips off the nose into Englishman River. That's probably how the English- man died, hey?

Mankind soon disposed of the large, the slow, and the tasty

Courtesy of Campaign Staff: Ryan Gosling.

A VERY IMPORTANT E-MAIL got moved into my junk folder, for some inexplicable reason. Luckily, a crisis was averted through Facebook. As addicting as social media is, it can occasionally come through in spades.

Um. Life continues on in The Great White North. My brother, mother, and myself all went snowshoeing today and found a gigantic spruce tree to shed needles all over our floor. I plan on topping it with a dead squirrel, no joke. Tomorrow, I'll be skiing with a grumpy 70-something Czech man, who was once a X-country coach. There will be yelling. There will be expletives, and some "Laura! You ski like a...like a...you ski like a STUPID!" So much for any silent, healing communion with nature. Also, I'll be looking after upwards of 30 sled dogs come Boxing Day. Excellent.

I know how you feel about the sleep thing. I'm just beginning to come out of hibernation, it's crazy. When I'm back in Vic and have a Dog, hopefully, we should begin running again. If I don't bump up the level of physical activity this semester, I'll slowly descend into some mild form of insanity.

For those of you intrigued by the photo up top, here is another Ryan Gosling Campaign Quote. If you happen to be under the age of 18, or are just naturally prudish, stop reading now.

"Hey, girl. I wish you were this three-week old data, so I could spend all night entering you."

Update on my Inner Workings.

Slept 12 hours last night. And then today I had an hour long nap. Somethings up with my body. I think its hibernation time. Plus its been hurting me.



Sold My Only Guitar

The photographer that took this is 20 years old, living in Brooklyn. Haven't been doing much of anything really. Been bloated and looking on picture blogs and all that. reading books. made soup for dinner this evening. took a picture of a woodpecker yesterday. Finished reading Fight Club. Ate a crap lot of chocolate at the Sabo residence, patted her dog. Found this. 

Which is Roald Dahl and Ernest Heminway. I'm feeling antisocial but my house is small and full. So.

And Laura you are listening to the Zolas. WE KISSED IN THE SNOOOOOoooOOOOOW. right?

Listening to The Zoolas on CBC, singing about snow. Check out this cabin roof.

There is a moose roast in the oven, and a husky wandering around the room, sniffing hopefully at the oven door. My brother is trying to feed her pistachio nuts. Snow has been falling steadily here all day, and everything is blanketed in a soft white layer. Went X-country skiing yesterday and took an epic tumble into a snowbank, ended up with my feet in the air, totally buried. This town makes me feel odd. A little uncomfortable. I got your letter, Sarah C., and appreciated the anecdote about Tiffany and her feline friends. She is a lucky bunny. I hope that all of you are drinking copious amounts of tea and have time to take the occasional nap.

When I Was 25.

So there they are... as far as I can think of anyway. Top ten albums of 2011. T'was a very good year for blue blooded girls of independent means (they ride in limousines... their chauffeurs drive.) As frank would say. Anyway I got home last night. I am currently watching the sun slowly illuminate the field. My dad built this weird pole thing in the backyard with a wooden platform on top for bird food. Little guys love it. there's even a rope dangling down in case they fall off or something. Plans for the day: unpack/ reposition my furniture because my room feels big and empty. Figure out a way to make my bed feel less like a sheet of ply wood and more like something you would want to sleep on. Wash my hair. Pay my phone bill (maybe). Go to a Christmas party and invariably listen to Michael Buble's Christmas, then James Taylor, then something from the 80s. Cluster around the food table with my friends and discuss how drunk our parents are acting. Go home and sleep.