Artist of the day: Ben Tour

Song of the day: Syncronicity- the Police... because it is stuck in my head.

My mom wears sunscreen in the winter, my dad gives us vitamin D

make sure Gordon Campbell knows that British Columbians will not just shut up.

haha as i right this mortimer is writting something also, shes on the computer beside me.

Gordon Campbell’s election gag law imposes extreme limits on any organization who wants to talk about these or other topics from mid-February of this year until the May, 2009 provincial election.

http://www.justshutupbc.com/

take adavatage of the "take action" thingy at the top

http://www.justshutupbc.com/take-action/

Take advantage of ACTUALLY TAKING ACTION

(for example, people living in the oceanside area, we are "nanaimo-(parksville) ron cantalon

just do it, send a email, that is already composed by the site itself, and all you have to do is put in your name, and email. Easy.

Because really, are you doing anything better on the internet right now???

- Shark

Artist of the day: David Hughes

Song of the Day: Drop it Doe Eyes- Los Campesinos! (catchy if somewhat disturbing)

WHY DOES IT HAVE TO SNOW?!?!

I

HATE

SNOW

I

WANT

IT TO

GO

SO

THAT

OUSTSIDE

I CAN

PLAY

BUT IT

IS

FAR

TOO

COLD

TODAY

pour mon ami tyson.

i dont know what to say anymore. this week has been exciting i guess?
ive been learning about self-determination in history and in spare enjoying the good reads of this retarded fella and then in art i got 95 % on a projecto and then in english we are working on defining 72 lit terms. choir included a piano man and a student getting into a fight about sheet music and all in the end i work tommrow.

http://powerofmovement.ca/

Artist of the day: Morgan Blair (see picture)

Song of the day: Hand on Your Heart- José Gonzales

I live each day in mounting fear

With a feeling that the end grows near

Scared of loosing all who I hold dear

A fear that they'll soon disapear

It stabs my heart like a rusted spear

Draining my eyes of every tear

My relentless terror grows increasingly sheer

It causes all my thoughts to smear

So that in my mind nothing is clear

I'm sometimes taunted by breif thoughts of cheer

But to them I can never persevere

For I'm halted by my grotesque fear

And to it I will always adhere

I sometimes attemp to drown it with beer

But in the end it's always still here

So weakly I cry hoping someone will hear

Then selfishly waiting for them to appear

What is tactile?
Where are you baby?

apparently i am
45% auditory
25% visual
30% Tactile

for learning that is...
-shark. m.c