Keepin' it classy

Hey, y'all. I would update you on my life (cause, y'know. I'm sure you're just dying of suspense), but I'm listening to music with a very strong beat, too loud to think. I love this picture, though.

Who doesn't fucking like honey sunshine?

I don't think she looks that much like me. Just because of the hair colour?

The above (title) is a quote from my boss' son, who at 15 years old is already more cool than I am. He goes to beach bonfires, he's chatty, he smokes and drinks coffee, he eats 8 tons for breakfast. I've almost gotten used to waking up at 630 every morning. I start work at 7:30 which means that I should probably be getting up earlier than I do, but come on...

Anyway room-mate #2 has this cleanse book that is all about achieving balance through what you eat. It's also got a chapter about Ayurvedic Medicine, which has got me interested. Apparently there are three types of bodies in this crazy world, and we three room-mates have one of each. Here is an informational website. http://www.whatsyourdosha.com/

Funny though, last night I ate according to my dosha and was careful to go to bed early and not smoke illegal substances with the others but today I still had a fever. My eyes did that awesome thing that they do where they completely cloud over with multicolour interference and I go blind for a minute. This happened in the middle of a conversation with my boss, who was giving me instructions. As soon as she left the room I ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat until I could see again. What if one day this lasts longer than usual? Is this even normal? First time it happened I was 12 and thought it was sunstroke. I had a minor nervous breakdown and my teacher (Vollmers) prolly thought I was losing it.

On a lighter note, here is another red head. Does she look like me too?

Wow, E, she really does.

VVVVVV
She looks like you.

OOOOOOH AH~ OOH AH!

Victoria: city of men running in blue jeans.

We got our upstairs baby! I can hear he/she crying early in the morning and it is strangely comforting. I said goodbye to Brett today. He is in Quebec for the next five weeks. Hoo HA!

And apparently my cousin wants to reunite with the estranged part of the family so I may be road-trippin' to Calgary in late June. That should be just lovely. Hot and cranky for the WHole family.

Not a whole lot is new in this neck of the woods. (Notice that this is the only case in life when we talk about woods having necks? ) I have an interview at a cool looking b and b tomorrow afternoon. Going to a back yard bbq this evening, maybe I will make some friends to match my "b" themed lifestyle. But seriously. This bed and breakfast is run by this Eastern-European artist with an adorable young sun and a charismatic giant dog. According to the website anyway.

Here some good old Egon Schiele. Neue Gallery, New York. Try the Viennese cafe in the basement. No photography permitted inside the gallery.

Banana Man.

This is a tree I want. Morus Alba,

So that fire and Ice event happened and ended today. At the height of the festival there was thousands of people, and the people really loved the music. Mind you, I think the qualicum population are trying to get trendy, for the people of the town or some organization, arranged a flash mob, with about a hundred people to the michael jackson's hit, thriller. All I can say is that is the longest song in history. But the day went by without problems, ladies gave us free food and mothers of four year olds want us to preform @ upcoming birthday parties. The words are escaping though. Loose with the winds huh

I'm starving though right now, but I'm just torturing myself until dinner.
PS the tree above grows white mulberries. And white mulberries are widely cultivated to be the prime food for silkworms in the commercial silk industry. Who knew?

Guess who has the 500th post? Yeah...

Heeeeyyyy, coastal people. Marimba? Sarah, your life gets more interesting every time I learn a little more about it.

My life has consisted of driving around, and around, and around. I was able to snag an "N" exam for Tuesday at 4 o'clock, so send good vibes my way. Privately, I don't think I'll be ready, but whatever. I'll give it a shot anyway.

Went to a play tonight. The acting was hilarious, and one of the characters provided some serious eye candy. Oy vey. Small town...everyone knew everyone else there. During a very serious scene (the murderer was being revealed), one of the chairs collapsed and the uptight school marm character tumbled to the ground. I would have lost my composure, but everybody on stage continued on as if nothing had happened while the audience roared, so kudos to them.

Emma, you'll just have to be creative with the sweater situation. That's all I can offer you.

I feel useless here. The above picture is from last summer, when my brother and my Dad were mixing cement for the floor of our house. The little red-roofed cabin at the top is where our family lived for 9 years.

I have also been offered the chance to take up pole dancing. Yes? No? I'm leaning towards yes.

I still say Maldives.

To awnser your question about the exchange thing, this alumni just emailed me earlier today, and apparently I'm going to have this half hour talk with her about prospects of the program, and what i can do to get this all together and ready. It's freaky. And this weekend should be a hoot, there's an marimba band sleepover, a four hour long fire and ice gig and then band practice on Sunday. It's going to be great. Oh and I'm helping teach lessons again tomorrow afternoon. I should get a day planner, just meant for marimba and just highlight the days I'm not doing anything connected to the instrument it self.

Anyways, when brett comes down this sunday, you should surprise him with some sort of food. For wednesday, he leaves for quebec and won't return for five weeks. Do a cake with lots of whipped cream and pineapple. Like late birthday, early goodbye. And listen to this song while doing it all : http://hypem.com/#!/item/66ws/Don+Omar%2C+Gilberto+Santa+Rosa+-+Los+Hombres+Tienen+La+Culpa

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