Thanks Mortimer, the picture actually made me smile.

Today is a cleaning day today at my house and i'm figuring out exactly what i need for katimavik. Mostly it's tshirts, bathing suit. Also i'm making dog treats, peanut butter ones and my god, i made the yummiest cup cakes yesterday too... http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2010/01/hot-fudge-sundae-cupcakes/
I say, this is a amazing cup cake recipe, but it only made 8 big cupcakes, still, enough for everyone in my family to have one as a perfecto dessert.

Hope your enjoying the sunny day :)

Wounded Mother I`ll Never See

Shark, if I were there I would give you a ten minute hug. Meanwhile I'm stuck in Victoria. Going to a political rally today to protest Steven Harper's sweaters. Or something like that. And late last night I couldn`t sleep so I went on Omegle, and right in the middle of this convo about British politics with this nice boy from England, he asked me if I was horny. It has never occured to me that Margret Thatcher might turn anyone on, but there we go. Apparently I`m asexual+ immun to that kind of stuff.

I feel the same way about Haiti, man. All I can do at this point is sit behind a bakesale table because at this point I don't even have money to offer.

And the picture above? That's the three of us. Zoola and I on respective ends. Shark in the middle with all her hair piled on top. And some squeez in the background mackin' on that poor little boy. That's totally how you hold a camera anyways Shark. I`ve never understood your one-handed magic

I'm feeling kindof bleh right now.

I feel like swimming, but I also feel like hugging someone for ten minutes straight (which the intention in place, and no awkwardness at all). I also feel sad i guess in general. Ive been exposed to all sorts of media all day, the daily news paper, talk shows, news, radio- all talk of the same thing, the same thing being the shit going down in Haiti and the more i hear it in my ears, the more i wish i could do more then donate money. Maybe i could be a doctor and have already joined Doctors without Borders, or maybe be such a pressence that something can be happened as quickly as possible. All i'm saying is that in theory i rather be donating skills then money, for i such the first will be used better then i could hope. But i can't, so money it may be.

I have to admit, that looks pretty gross

Yes, I am jealous of your homecooked meals (and your collection of eggplants) But I am a little confused by what exactly it is you're eating. And I can't really envision you as a vegetarian, really. There have been too many times when you've been like: "I just feel like goat right now..." and the rest of us have rolled our eyes. Who will take over the position of ecclectic-eater?? And I was flipping through channels the other day and landed on 90210- guess who was referenced?! Jonathan Safran-Fracking-Foer! On pop. TV! So you will understand if everything I write doesn't make sense because I am busy scraping the ooze off the walls.

In other news I ran into Zoola and her friend Jethro (real name- hilarious) and she was in one of her brisk/agressive moods and sat really far away on the bus and didn't talk except to tell me to come see her play- which I have already seen. SO. Not too impressed with her.

Also tonight I had orange-ginger stirfry with extra veggies because the guy making it was nice. Not to mention a-ok looking. (Maybe should go for a job serving stirfrys?)

I have a knitting problem too. I keep adding on stiches by accident without realizing it. What the hell is happening?

Mortimer, this is what my family is eating tonight.

You know, the more and more i read " Eating Animals" By Jonathan Safran Foer, the more i realize that being vegetarian wouldnt be the end of the world. Sure it connects me to memories, memories that wouldnt be the same without the meat and the people eating meat, but because we have all formed our memories around that sort of thing, animals are paying with it. Because there are too many of us, there are too many of pigs and poultry suffering to meet the demands and money flowing.

I guess what I really want, is if i'm going to be eating the flesh of another, he or she should be only dead after a epic, heart felt battle, and my husband, who is a lookalike lumber jack, walking up the wood path with the animal over his shoulder, scratches over my mans face, and the pride! in the dead animals eyes.

Mortimer, you'll get this book before i leave (don't worry!) and i think you'll be feeling the same way

Oh and for your mental note, the day that i'm talking of, still hasnt arrived.

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.