Keeping in the Theme of irate carnivores

been having too many encounters with disgustingly healthy food. Yesterday I thought it might be a good idea to mix olive oil, a grapefruit, a handful of cilantro, half a lemon, orange juice, cayenne pepper and two cloves of garlic in a blender. (ReBar calls this a "liver quiver" I like to call it a full body gag) There is some left over in the fridge if you want to come over and try it out. I'm feeling better today but I'm not sure if this is the cause... doubt it.
Anyway Chezick and I were looking up desserts for picnics on the internet and a suggestion was granola. Righto.
Also I am going Indian Cinema crazy, if that is possible. ASK ME ANYTHING! I may tear my hair out and scratch my bits openly but I will know the answer!

Goddamn Laura you make me want oranges. So because yesterday was St.Pat's and the chances that I would have a good time were pretty decent, fate decided to step in and make my entire body ache and (BONUS!) feverish. So I'm sitting at the counter in the kitchen downing my 3rd cup of lemon tea and listening to Dr. Dog (nice, but unfortunately I've missed 2 out of 3 French classes this week, which means that I'mma get pounded on Tuesday....)
One thing that I miss by going to school regularly is the exorbitant amount of hipsters that ride by in their hilarious outfits on their hilarious bikes. Also I get to talk to Shark.
Don't worry zealots- I did get to try green beer.

An orange is the only thing I want right now

And I don't have one.

SALT CURED EGGS?

This is a gross picture. But I love it, It reminds me of "spirited away", and the lovely piggies parents who are chowing away at the sight of all the food, in the invisible, but slowly appearing at the sight of nightfall, party-village ( for lack of words). It's neat though.

Last night though, I'm glad you came over, we had a fun night though. And mortimer, I'm glad you liked the tomato sauce - there was cinnamon, the rest of the white wine, lots of garlic, thyme and a nub of butter.

The sky right now is an amazing blue, and i'm trying to drink down some water, my head is twisting up. The last gilmore girls disk is on, and after, I'm going to head downtown, look for amazing candies, that represent Canada ( and a job on the side...). So far, I'm only thinking of Salt Water taffys, and those maple candies. Maybe that can be enough until I can send him a next one. Maybe I can then get off to coombs, and send him some amazing sweets. I wonder how long fudge can last in the mail? I wonder-er-er-er-er-er.

Here, have a song : http://hypem.com/#!/item/19t7m/The+Knocks+-+Dancing+With+The+Dj+Campfire+Acoustic+Version+

Sometimes I have a dream that I can fly. And I wake up crying

Just had the single greatest yoga experience, taught by a man no less. It's weird that I automatically associate yoga with tiny, planted, muscular middle aged women with no make up or attempts to tame their underarms. But here is a man around my age, with a rediculous looking head band and incredible balance. Plus he played Alexi Murdoch during the "death pose" (not sure of the spelling for the Sanskrit name so.)

anyway tension is riding high in my brain right now, if my spelling is out of wack, we know why. It is because I have ten short essays due Monday and I have only done two. No need to slap my hand, my head already has bruises from being banged against the wall.

And here is a postcard I bought at this anarchist bookstore in New York, to the beat of queer spoken word poetry by a latino girl. (If you are wondering when I will stop talking about this GODdamn trip the answer is never-ever. HA)

yum

today I saw a man with a toque and neck tattoos driving the same kind of car my mom drives. A little image shattering. Just heard about the second earthquake in Japan- according to some, the island shifted 2 meters as a result... can you believe this?
I had strange end of the world dreams last night, combined with strange family tragedy dreams which ended as my ipod alarm went off- 4am. It's still set for 7 New York time. I only remember this when I am awake for it to go off.
There is considerable wildlife living in the eaves of this house. I feel like sleeping beauty in the disney movie, where she lives in a tree surrounded by the wonders of the forest. Except I live in a falling down 100 year old house with remnants of weed plants in the attic and mail that does not arrive when I want it to.

Hey, guys. I'm at work right now, and wonder of wonders, the wireless Internet is up and running. I'm pretty sure I'm thieving it from the 7-Eleven next door, but whatever. A dog in the back won't shut up, and the handyman who works at the clinic is sleeping on the couch. Coffee + strong green tea, and I'm still tired.

I wish I had more exciting things to talk about, but I really don't. Just trying to mark these essays for History. I still don't have your rough draft, Emma.

Summer needs to come quickly, but at the same time, it doesn't. I'm worried that Sally is upset with me; I'll have to talk to her about it soon.

Sorry this post is so boring. When I find a bag of diamonds in a trash can, I'll be sure to inform you ASAP.

Hiya chums. At Bretts house using Matt's power cord, which is nice because I can expell some pent up net surfing energy. Found this channel on youtube called video oddities. Its strange only because of what videos they chose to put on it. For example there is one of a man typing something on a type writer in a bath tub, on a barge, overlooking the New York skyline.
Anyway biggest event of the day consisted of buying super jumbo sized shreddies box for only 6$ wow!
Drinking beer and may become a bit drunk soon as all I've eaten today is doritos and two waffles in the middle of the day. It's one of those days...
Also went to MEC to look at hiking equipment/supplies with the Nootka Trail in mind. Excitement is running high on this side of things, holy hell. We're talking about bringing dehydrated hummus (Chezick's parents have a dehydrator) except it looks like from-unda-cheese. Narsty

SPRUNGed

I friends. Just got home from a school party... as in a party at school. It was in the visual arts building though so I would have to say that it should count more as an anarchist art party. I was able to hide my gum boots in the corner of one room and my backpack and sweater in the giant tent made out of blankets in this other room.
Let me start from skratch here. I went to this meeting for the New Yorkies this afternoon and one of the girls who went with us was in charge of setting up the display for SPRUNG the annual fine arts showcase that actually doesn't stand for anything. Anyway this girl in my Bollywood class (also happens to come from a wealthy family, Surprise!) leant me 5$ so that I could make the entry fee and we entered a whole new realm of crazy. Imagine every remotely strange person you see on a daily basis/ around town and on campus. Imagine them dancing crazily to funk music in a dim room while the more sober half of the crowd makes collages and glues them to one greater collage. Now imagine a cash bar in a corner and a room with black paper and glow in the dark paint. It was basically the kind of thing kids from Pville would do if they had funds and motivations and came from families that would pay for their educations.
I felt like an asshole for not wearing anything more special than a hoodie and jeans. I started a drumming sesh in the tent with a man who was not wearing shoes. I got tipsy off one beer and am still a little buzzed. I am definetly going back next year.

I'm in liking with the kid @ 0:55, the smile gets to me.