Know what's funny? I won a photo contest last week and no one told me. That's whats funny.

This one.

Giving To You the Words Of The Old Man

last night, after a few too many reaches into the top-cupboard where the wine is safest from Tyson's No-Boundaries-Polish-Roommate, we all got on bikes and rode up Mt. Tolmie.

What says "End of Term Celebration" like a drunken bicycle ride up a mountain. Strangely not the first time this has happened.

The first time this happened there was a meteor shower on and it was both summer and sober-er. We all fell asleep lying in the parking lot at the top.

This time it was drizzling and all the lights below were a blur. And on the way down one of us fish-tailed and skidded on his face for a few feet, chipping a tooth. I can't remember if he was wearing a helmet. It wasn't anyone you know Sarah C.

I feel like this whole event happened in an after school special with ominous music with the introduction of each bad choice, starting with the glass of wine I drank in the shower, ending with waking up on Tyson's couch with my contacts searing holes through my eyeballs. Not to mention the size of these bruises.

Painted something nice today while rehydrating. I got one of those canvas pads after all. They are rad. Except that when you paint over the edges the pages all stick together.

Hey Emma/Laura, What's up?

I painted my room today. Not done yet! I'm painting the ceiling tomorrow.

I made a brownie in a mug today! well tonight.

I'm honestly dying right now and I'm grateful to have this bed I'm laying in right now.

C-Man Kurosh is out in 15 days. Oh maaaaannn

Got to Fall Down, Its Friday

Did my final review for photo today. Which means I put some pictures up and people sat in a semi-circle and discussed them. People were surprisingly oozy about them. By which I mean the girl who is usually mean was only slightly critical. And plus my instructor kept unconsciously calling them "beautiful." I say unconsciously because she speaks in this stream of conscious way that basically outlines every minor thought that passes through her head, even if it doesn't make sense. Or maybe its that she speaks without really thinking. She's an artist see? She was saying that she tried to do a history class once in college but failed miserably because she cannot write a paper. Kind of person you want teaching a class.

 We've got all these Van Gogh themed paintings in our house at the moment. Art projects.

I was supposed to go to quiz nite tonight at the Fort,but its cancelled so I might end up helping Zoe dissuade her friend from seducing this terrible girl with emotional and intelligence issues. I hope this does not involve whoring myself out. Because I am not feeling particularly sexy right now, let me tell you.

Bought some deodorant. Patrons of the library, rejoice.

 

I don't know where to begin. It felt like I had a ton of stuff to write about, but it has now all flown out of the window. This is a photographer/artist/hard to define named Michael Mapes, who takes pictures and arranges them on pins, in test tubes, on shards of glass, etc. And they all seem to come out as they should be.
 

Life has moved from a frantic rush to a full stop. I spent yesterday and most of the night composing and citing a fairly complex essay paper, and now that I have two more to write my brain is not cooperating. It does not want me to get up early in the morning. It does not want me to research or write. It wants to sleep and listen to music and think about sex and food and good books and write blog posts.

I crashed on FM's couch last, and stole some of her hot chocolate this morning. Mr. BM also stayed over and started throwing up this morning for some unknown reason. My opinion is that it may have been a combination of stress, lack of sleep, and lack of nutrition. I'm fairly worried about him, for a number of reasons.

There is a grumpy baby in the library. On an unrelated note, I had a dream last night that I threw a kitten down a flight of stairs. Don't worry, would never happen. 

pre-playlisted

overanalyzing.

Sitting around drinking crap wine, waiting for the gesso to dry.
This is what the sky looked like when I was coming home from school today.

Pretty dramatic, right?
Lesson for today: If you can only spend 15 minutes outside in a day, make it the fifteen where the sun splits the sky open and the blue falls in.

Need more rain.

There's dampness in the air. Most likely to the massive amounts of water pouring from the sky. I woke up early to a cat coughing up a hair ball and have been up since. I've tried calling c-man kurosh early morning, but that didn't work. Tried calling him 15 minutes later again, and it didn't work again.

Maybe I should start calling you guys if I'm bored early early morning. You'd be waking up to my recognizable tones and I'd get the daily scoop. hoop, loop, droop.

Have you guys been keeping up with the gaza and israel extravaganza going on? Cyrus shared this live feed that was going on, where you could hear bombs going off in the distance. That was thursday night and it's still a super scary thing. I wonder how we would react to something like that. No one has that mindset on how to deal with it and I wonder how long it would keep up if it were on this side of the world. I'd like to say not long. But we're only humans. And unnecessary aggression is something that is from too common in many negative events.

That being said, I'm living the easy morning canadian life. I woke up early, ate yogurt and a bowl of cornflakes, attempted to make a christmas playlist and had no war like events at all.

Hope the same is going for you guys. - Shark

Wishinsky? Has to be a nom de plume.

Hey you guys. I'm procrastinating in the biggest way imaginable right now, term papers are coming out the ying-yang. Not in a literal sense, but close enough. I just carried a towering stack of books down from the third floor of the library, sat down at a computer beside a fellow examining complicated equations with the heading 'Bond Quotations'. He very obviously peered over at my subject matter.

Today I had the worst tutorial in awhile. It is not an exaggeration to say that everyone was stupid and said stupid things and had stupid thoughts; yours truly was not an exception. Fucked up big time on a few very basic facts. And then this guy in the corner asked what I thought 'the lowest point in Canadian history is' (the advent of residential schools was on the table). And I blurted out the Acadian expulsion, which is pretty odd, because it isn't a subject that I've really studied and it also happened pre-Confederation. The fellow who asked is in poli sci, has a huge mustache dark mustache although he is blond, and constantly refers to his girlfriend as 'the old lady'. Sexy (not).

Any thoughts on the subject?

Did some blog back reading as well. Glad to hear that things are going well, Chez. Laughed at the 'badass' comment about the token fighter who has entered our group, E. Hopefully we will be hanging out tomorrow before he heads out to Thailand. It is nice in a way; cool to spend time with an awesome fellow, but school+life is so busy that it's a good thing to be able to focus more exclusively on that for the next month or so.

I want a sandwich, but you and I are going out for dinner in a few hours, E. Hurry up, 6 o'clock.

cave crickets.

Back on the homefront. I will lay down the highlights of the road trip here for you to see and read. Sarah Chezick we missed you dearly.
Let me just check on the soup.

Ok.

So we stayed at Brett's parents' vacant house Friday night and Laura found this pin of Brett as a tyke in a box on the counter. It was promptly pinned to her sweater and remained there for the rest of the trip. Brett was significantly cuter and also blonde as a small child. At one point I was wearing it in the Dive Shop, talking to the mayor of Tahsis and she was like "Nice pin, is that your son?" Made me think if I ever have children I am going to have them immortalized on a lapel pin too. Because its hilarious.

Nothing all that eventful happened on the way up, except that they let me drive for the last hour of the trip. Which is highly irresponsible because a) I have not a shred of license to my name and b) it was one of the sketchiest roads I have ever been on. Funny that the only times I ever drive are on really terrible back-roads with hairpin turns out the yinyang. And we ate half-cooked pizza for dinner the night before so my stomach was creating little innard mutants and moaning about things.

Next day some of us went to the Remembrance Day Service and shivered in the slushy rain while some chubby cadet lisped out "Flanderds Fieldth." It was nice though, every one there clearly knew each other. The pastor of the Christian Church was wearing a fanny pack to hold up his sweat pants and kept wandering up to the MC to ask him questions and make comments.

That afternoon we all got head to toe covered in mud and snow up in the Upana caves. Laura's boy drove back down the mountain in the snow and we nearly crashed into the side of a cliff. Actually everyone in the car admitted afterwards that they had resigned themselves to it, that they were making plans for towing etc. Not that there is cell service up there. We survived though.

Made it home fine to play Egyptian Massacre and drink beers.