I keep you in my pocket for when I get home

Hello boys and girls, but mostly girls if I know what I know. Just got back from school and had a coffee, thinking about maybe getting some stuff done in the reading-my-textbook department. Want to hear a funn fact? Apparently the Coast Salish people (First Nations people originating around here) used to breed these small wooly dogs that they sheared like sheep to make blankets. And that my friend, is why I take Art History. It's the tidbits that count.

Also been watching the second season of Skins and those kids go to a lot of clubs (not that they do much else.... besides sex and drugs :D) anyways Shark, the last episode they had the Born Ruffians playing at one of these clubs, and a while back they had Crystal Castles. Talk about Canadian musicians infiltrating the system! One scene on this episode this slightly neurotic girl is asking her teacher how she stopped cutting herself. And the teacher goes "Well I cut myself for awhile... and then I discovered something else. Disco." cue the dance track. Those two have a small dance party in the examination hall, later joined by the principal. I think its things like that that make me love that show.

We are hiding out in my room because this guy in the living room is sanding things down. What a dick

Sing it with me now

Hey everyone. Relaxin' at our friend's house right now, listening to the boys trying to figure out the new PS3. It's a little strange because I kind of showed up uninvited with a bag of parsley and some lime-kumquat hybrids. TB tried one and almost coughed up a lung. Apparently, they are more lime than kumquat.
Today I just kind of lay in bed reading a book about the War of 1812. I also cuddled my bunny and drank a lot of tea, so all in all not too bad. Still, every time I have a lazy day, I feel strangely restless, even though I may have next to no energy. I always feel like I should be exploring research options or climbing mountains or something. But everyone probably feels like that at some point.
Um, yeah. It feels like a lot of personal stuff has happened lately. Like life is moving at a faster pace in a more sensitive direction. I don't mind it too much, actually.
I really liked the way you described that movie, SC. I felt kind of like I had watched it already, but was intrigued and felt like I would enjoy seeing it again. It was, um, lyrical, almost.
We have no snow. Bleh. But the sun outside today made up for it, mostly.

I'm watching this movie right now called "Mary and Max", it's s stop-animation film about this little girl in Australia, eight years old and sort of resembles me in a funny way. She has a birthmark on her forehead (I on the side of my head), thick glasses and a dark hair. She's adorable, she has questions about life and randomly finds the address of a man in a new york phone city phone book while her mom was at the local post office stealing envelopes. She choses to mail him a letter asking him where babies come from in america. Apparently in Australia they come from a pint a beer, she wonders if in america they come from a can of cola.
The man turns out be this 44 year old man. A man who has problems understanding life, and lives in an apartment with his cat, fish and bird. He has three goals in life, one to find a friend , two to have a life time supply of chocolate and third to collect the whole collection of these little figurines.
The whole movie shows them this complicated relationship, with both people just wanting a friend in life. They mail each other back and forth for years. It's sad and happy at the same time.

Today I want to go make tortillas. I've been thinking alot about Fish tacos lately, but have no intention of buying fish to eat.

Did it snow in victoria? It sure did here.

This was that picture I was trying to find on ffffound. I found it. I saw this and thought it was crazy beautiful.

I wish that neither of you were lonely or sad

Um. I just finished a deelish dinner, though it was kind of student fare, nothing fancy. And life is looking up. Here are the reasons why:

1) MY DOG CAME BACK!! Amazing. He was missing for over 5 days. I have no idea where he was, or what goes on in his little doggie brain.
2) My courses rock. Seriously. Today in History 201, we listened to a radio show and had a discussion. I like the profs, I like my classmates. Yesterday in Philosophy, I sat next to a guy who was a 4th year PoliSci student working on his thesis. I asked where he lived, and-you guessed it- he was from The Small Town where Everyone I Meet Grew Up. And he knows Will's older sister.
3) I am living in a city with decent transportation surrounded by friends that I love.
4) My job remains awesome.
5) School is going to be better this term. Seriously, that is such a load off of my (questionable) mind.

The only area that is not going so well is the Area of Love. But it seems like a lot of people are upset about that right now. And y'know what? I don't think I have ever had an argument with anyone I have been involved with. And I don't think that's a good thing.

Hum. Yeah. This guy in my lecture today asked who my favorite philosopher was. And I thought it was a bizarre question and said Camus. And he stared at me and said that I seemed like too happy a person to like ol' Albert, and recommended that I "think about my decision".

There's Just One Map You'll Need

Well. Nothing much is happening here actually. I am both incredibly bored and also lonely but uninspired to leave the house in this weather. Not that I would really go anywhere that exciting.

I know what you mean about being independent though. When I go home for the weekend or whatever, I still have to rely on my parents to drive me everywhere, no wonder they treat me like I'm twelve most of the time. And I don't think anyone our age has thousands saved up in the bank, unless they are working and not doing a hell of a lot else.

Tonight at 630 I have my first Bollywood film class and I would be super excited if I didn't feel like shit and it wasn't 3 hours long. If they go the full class tonight I'mma hit the teacher in the face. Actually maybe not, they are just doing there job after all. My medieval studies prof is oh so pompous. It's almost funny, but also a little irritating. He reeks of role playing fantasy games and also really long and involved medieval poetry. I've got him pegged.

I had this idea about what I wanted to write about earlier but now its completely escaped me. But guess who the painting is of! She never did say if she liked it.

Sup

I'm kindof missing you guys right now. How's Zoola? How are you? Our landlord does sound intense. I wonder if she will be down lots. We should also bring up the fact about painters tape, because not putting anything up on the wall, sounds extremely lame.

Can I tell you a weird thought? Karma Act? The ways the fate pushes in my dirrection? It seems, whenever I try to leave this house there is also a thing, a bump, a mound of something, to jump over. It's pretty rediculous. Maybe I should have been more independant- in the way of... maybe already knowing how to drive? and already ahve thousands saved up in my bank account, so, at the tender age of 19, nearly 20, i could be there. Treating myself to the good life.
Just a thought really. But seriously, I'm under the impression that the gods are giving me a hardtime..

But on the lighter side, I've been really inspired in learning languages and finding this one picture of this... house that I stared at for ages on ffffound. I'll show it to you, once I find it again.

Hope this gloomy day is treating you too nicely.

A HEART IS JUST A FIST WITH BLOOD WRAPPED AROUND IT!

Even the last of the black eye'd babies know

So first day done. So far so good. My french professor is this big African guy with an interesting accent that seems to love really prolonged eye contact. What doesn't help is that there is only about ten people in that class. I need to make some new friends I guess.

I was told yesterday that when people tell me their problems they can't always tell if I care that much. So a new resolution for this year will have to be "be more empathetic" or "give more sympathetic hugs" I dunno about this though. I am who I am, it's going to be a little hard to suddenly switch on this super emotional part of me that people think I am hiding. See, most of the time I know how I am feeling I am not really that attuned to people trying to figure it out.

Anyways. We scraped a few lines in the kitchen door moving the couch in the other day and I am dreading my landlord's reaction. I think I will make plans for all of Friday. I hear their is a movie about Alan Ginsberg playing at school. Maybe I'll hit it up.

What the hell is going on here? Is that a dead soldier on the ceiling?

Nooo to veggie-ism, you crazy readhead, you. Who will be my partner in devouring the flesh of innocent animals?? Jeeze. I'm stuck at YVR right now with slow internet and caffeine jitters. And I saw these two people flying out of Pee Gee with battered cardboard boxes tied together with baling twine. And suitcase handles made of duct tape. Somehow I suspect that they are not catching the flight to Honolulu (which is delayed to 14:36, in case you wanted to know).

Hey hey hey. Have either of you guys heard of Nolan Murray, the mandolin player? I was digging dusty CD's out of the basement and came across his stuff. He is excellent and well worth a listen.

Home was not the same, somehow. My dog is still missing. But life is good.