January, eh?

As I write this I am watching people pass under my window, which is safely half-concealed by a tree. I have to admit that even I find this weather rediculous. Five minutes ago a group of over-eagers were out there tossing a frisbee back and forth in tshirts. (wait, that guy just took off his shoes and rolled up his pants!!!) Yesterday I wore flip flops to my late afternoon class. Not that it's been sunny or anything. Just goddam warm. I've worn a winter jacket a grand total of twice this winter.

Meanwhile Edmonton is experiencing colder temperatures than anywhere in the world and Florida's got frost. Nuts.

147?!

High fives all around... unless this is the number of times this page has been visited ever? In which case at least half of that number is me. So you will be happy to know that I have escaped the fetal position and have had probably the best Monday I have had. Ever.

Starting of course with my decision to skip French class because for one thing it is in a computer lab in the basement- which in itself is a crime- and for another because it was sunny for the first time. Ever. So instead of going to write French stuff in the Clerihue dungeon, I went into town and bought apricot tea from a famous tea shop and wandered through limp rose gardens. Next I went to find out how much I owe for tuition and Guess What! The answer is nothing! If that doesn't just make you jump out of your seat with joy, I frankly do not understand you people. Other good news: I joined the English Union for Nerds Like Me (coincidently listening to Wolf Like Me- har) aaand I get to go watch a nice looking flamenco guitarist Saturday night with none other than Mommy-dearest.

Shark I do not understand your root fetish- but I guess everyone needs a hobby

intense roots!

A Story With Two Conjugated Verbs- By Request

L'air sale. L'eau calme. Un vent doux. L'odeur de vieux bois. Les rigoles de deux amis. Un bateaux attendant, au bord du quai. Un pied trop lourd. Une planche brisee, eclater sous le force d'un pied suivis par un jambe et puis un corps molle. Les cries des deux amis. L'eau sans limite, un labyrinthe d'espace vide. L'eau etouffant. Un bras capable. L'apparition du soleil. Le retour du calme. Les rigoles nerveux de deux amis.

Thanks Shark... looking brighter today, especially with that comic. Although I'd have to say in Deborah's position I'd prolly do the same thing. I mean word art with corpses? Can you spell crazy? Anyways two minutes ago my friend Evan knocked on the door and told me that her dog had just been put down... so now there is the theory that our hallway is cursed, especially since the girl right next door has a dog with terminal cancer. I think we know how this story will end. Besides all this we went out for dinner to this awesome pasta place tonight and basically made sex jokes about the bus boy the whole time. Definetly "model hot" as Mr. Bey would say.And to add to the spending spree, I bought Herodotus' Histories from the book store for half the original price, which means that I am officially broke and will have to get a job tomorrow if I want to be able to pay tuition. Which I do.

Mortimer! I hope you are feeling better this morning, or at least got some sleep and is sleeping in! Secret note, you should check out Evening Primrose oil ;)



On a side note, have you watched the cousines video from Vampire weekend? I have, like six times, and it's really nice. Like ten minutes ago i was searching for this video to post on the blog and i found this shitish quality one on this music blog, and descided naw, i'll find a better one, i know i could, or at least i think i could. And lone and behold youtube saved my life. Except not really, so i'll find you the video anyways.






So i really like this video.


And i really like the following comic, just because, when cartier sent to yonder, (yonder being me) i laughed out loud-




heres the link to the comic:
http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF084-No_Survivors.gif

Anyways, hope you are having fun at university right now, right now im drinking sugary tea and listening to my mom say how nice it is not having to start a fire everytime it went out for my crazy gma, who expected a warm house ALWAYS.

This is written from the fetal position, listening to my electric kettle drown out the "Song of the Shepherd's Dog" or whatever its called. Actually I think it's called "Wolves" and then the last bit in brackets... What looks like a pine needle just came out of my kettle, and I honestly could care less about where the hell it came from. Every move I have made in the last hour and a half has reminded me that I am a woman (including dashing to the bathroom with a watering mouth and still having to smile and greet the girl coming in the other side and pretend I'm just in there for the usual reasons) Men, consider yourselves lucky. To top it all off my 830 class this morning was cancelled, so waking up at 730 to lie in bed thinking about having a shower was clearly not the best choice. No wait- to top it all off my dog died on friday morning and everytime I tell someone I get choked up in a way that I used to do about my mom. I don't understand people who don't cry when their dogs die, especially when they are old (Not naming any names) What I feel right now is something akin to how Will Smith feels when Sam dies in that movie with zombies.

I guess you could blame it on the hormones. But it feels like more people than ever want to be my friend right now and all I want to do is lock my door and listen to sad music. I just wish my 'real friends' were here to take my mind off things (you know who you are)

A wonderful painting but no other then my best friend allisons chulnik- a lovely lady who lived up the staires of this newly reno'ed appartment i was living in for the 5th decade of my life. She had a green kitchen, something i've always admired. She had a library, though she never actually called it a library, just a room of books. But coincidently you could also call that a library, so it makes sense that she did.

I met her while walking down the staires on my usual 630 am walks/stroll around the block. See, i dont really like bragging, but i do more or less consider myself a explorer of sorts. I explored vast lands in my youth and my neighbourhood has been a pretty interesting scene lately.

Persian princes, men in black, men with beards, things that don't make sense and dutch men seem to be the scene -If ya know what i mean.

Avatar

Just had a relevation from my e-book about Hinduism. Theory: the word Avatar used by James Cameron et. al. comes from the term avataras which are the incarnations of Visnu, Rama and Krsna, as seen in 2nd century BCE epic poems.

Hollywood has really outdone itself. It was like discovering that the philosophers stone was really something, that Tolkien borrowed the idea of the rings from Beowulf, and that Twilight is basically Wuthering Heights with a few minor changes.