good morning, starshine.

As I've mentioned before, one thing I really, really hate in a twisted, loving way is getting up early in the mornings. Which is what I have to do tomorrow morning since my father decided to move about an hour away and I have to be there for 8:45 AM so Valerita, Melisshannigans and I can be on the road to Montreal for around 9. Yuck.

There is nothing groovy about waking up at 6:30 in the morning in December: it's cold and it's still dark out. Where is the joy of waking up to darkness? It just confuses you. Mostly me.

And that is my bedtime rant for this evening [that, and the asshole who took up two spots at the FULL parking lot of the movies this afternoon - sacre bleu! But that is a story not worth telling]

Thus I leave you with this amazeballs video - because everybody has a Billie Jean in their life and should appreciate this kid's mad skills:

definitions of Victoria

Here are some of my favourites from Urban Dictionary with my own personal comments in italics.

#1. In Ireland, this is a name givin to someone that makes you laugh alot.

#4. Like the stoned younger brother of Vancouver, Victoria is the kind of place for people who aren't into the go-go lifestyle of big city life.

#9. Person who likes to use correct grammer, is super rad. Victoria's love the planet and are generally known as hippies. - I'm pretty sure Kyleman would totally agree on this definition being the most accurate.

#14. a sadistic little minx who knows how to punish the right people! - this one just made me giggle a lot.

#25. A girl who is a tadd odd, who may look like a vampire, and who tends to date a twin.

i'm dreaming

I think I've watched White Christmas at least 5 times this month alone. 6 if you include tonight. It just makes me feel so calm and happy inside that I can't help but to smother myself in it.

Something that does not make me feel so happy inside is the nausea induced from my hangover from last night's birthday celebrations. Luckily it's wearing out and I'm regaining my quickly rising appetite. Too bad it's 11:20 and I'm way too lazy to go make a proper meal. Sadness.

Two of my absolute lovelies during celebrations.

How much we've grown in 8 years.

90s

Although their fashion statements of plasticy, over done hair and make-up doesn't really appeal to me, 90s music does have a very distinct place in my heart. This could be caused by the fact that I grew up during this period, however the fact still remains that whenever I hear [most] 90s hits I smile a bit and reminisce about the sunshine and lollipops that the music is.

My favourite, probably, is Shaggy's It Wasn't Me.

So wrong in its message and yet so catchy that even a

girl power girl like me can appreciate its beats.

K1 P1

One thing that is somewhat irritating of being the night owl of the family is how are you supposed to ask anyone's advice about whether anyone else thinks the yarn you've started using for mittens is too scratchy or not, or to shout about when you think you've made a mistake?

Oh dear.

I guess I will have to wait until the morning; I should probably be going to bed soon anyways - I am very busy nowadays. You know, with the whole no exams and therefore nothing to really do thing.

However, my birthday is on Sunday and the celebrations are coming together! Finally.

the good, the bad and the ok.

good: 80% on my Modern Latin American art paper [a shocker! I almost fainted]
bad: I accidentally dropped my phone into the toilet....before I flushed...and now it's broken.
ok: butter chicken curry [do I need to add curry to the title, or is it just butter chicken?]

Also, I don't understand why my prof. is still lecturing when we've already handed in our papers and we don't have an exam. What is the point of taking notes when we won't be using them anymore?

None, that's what.

Perhaps I am just pessimistic now that my phone is broken [although I did get my mark back after I broke my phone]; I knew something was going to go wrong today, everything was going too smoothly. Too smoothly I say!

Because my phone is my home phone too, I feel slightly disconnected without it. One of my friends lives without a phone at all all the time - I don't know how he does it/why he would really want to.

Blup.

Teddy's

Essentially once I learn how to knit socks, I will be making these babies:

oooooh yeah!

Also, I finally satisfied my craving for fries and gravy twice in 24 hours while home; once this morning at Wimpy's with my momma, and last night at one of my favourite restaurants that is a Shwaville speciality, Teddy's. Old person haven, deli meat and strawberry pie delicious, and cheap. Lovely.

Hellooooo new hollywood love

Because I've been watching The Office so much lately, and especially after watching this interview [which I'd embed, but it won't let me so you should just click the link and watch to your pleasure; Craig Ferguson is also pretty darn awesome], i am now in love with John Krasinski.

I love a man who can make me giggle ridiculously.

happiness in a sock.

It is tradition in my family [well, at least between my mum and I] to enjoy Christmas for as long as we can because we LOVE Christmas [both our birthdays being right before Christmas might help contribute to the happiness].

This means that I am already in the mood for snow and Christmas carols and I'm somewhat ashamed to admit - but not because this could make anyone tap their toes, I just happen to bop my head, tap my toes and full out mouth along - is my favourite Christmas song: Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas is You.

banana bread

I, unfortunately, gave the sweet, little old Scottish lady cashier a hard time this morning while trying to buy tea and banana bread since I couldn't truly comprehend what change she wanted me to give her because I was up monstrously late writing a paper that did not argue for neo- or post- conceptualism like I was supposed to.

I am a horrible person.


However, I DID finish my paper and now just need to edit and write an annotated bib for it [I hate annotated bibs.] and hopefully my prof. won't think that I'm too sarcastic near the end. Although I did hold make from all the ridiculously witty and unacademic comments throughout the rest of it. For example: 'Conceptual art is like the grenade in rock, paper, scissors - it beats all.'

ho hum.


p.s. Check out the Gold Book [more officially known as Check This Shit Out]
p.p.s. I really wish I was at home napping and/or knitting and/or watching Howl's Moving Castle.
p.p.p.s THIS REMINDS ME OF A STORY! Essentially remember how I said my brakes stopped working over the weekend? Yesterday I took my car into Crappy Tire to get them fixed enough so that I could take it home to get Mr. S. to look at the rest of it. And because of this I am now an arm and a half plus a leg shorter. HOWEVER, the good news is that is Mr. S. says that it will cost too much money to keep Mabel a-runnin', Valerita, my new pseudo-stepmum, told me I could have her old car [!!].......if I can learn how to drive standard. Which apparently my real mother thinks that I can't. Boo-urns to you partay-poopy-ay.

fin.

Heart

attack
pounding in my sternum,
releasing through my lungs.
Pushing, pulling through each rib that is
trying to uncurl and crack as
each sob climbs up my throat.

ditz

In one of my few ditzy moments, I came to the painting studio only to realize that I forgot my source image at home. In the classic words of the new generation: FML.

Luckily for me, Sam was still at home and coming to campus this afternoon and is graciously bringing my sketchbook for me. Hallelujah, praise be to Sam. Because otherwise I would have been pissed, annoyed and downright downtrodden.

It would have been alright if my car was fine. But she's not. I think her brake fluid is leaking and so since, distinctively, yesterday evening, I've been having to push through quite a pad of air to actually get my car to slow down - which frankly, freaks me out every time. Not fun. So this morning I had to shift my mode of transportation last minute and has left me semi-carless until Friday at 1pm when I have a mechanic appointment. Except the mechanic I've been recommended to go to is on the far side of the G spot. Faaaaar away from where I live. Again: FML.

Please, Lord, don't let me die before I graduate. I don't want to die a college dropout.

the office

Today I finally accomplished my goal of buying red lipstick and I am quite thoroughly in love.

moderation rhymes with foderation

While writing down the copious amounts of Christmas parties I have just been invited to, I realized my birthday this year falls on a Sunday.

What good is a birthday on a Sunday?

[Actually this is somewhat of a lie since in Oshawa there is an infamous pub called the Tartan Tavern that is just as infamous for its Tartan Sundays: very busy though, if you actually want a seat in back where the band is, you must ALWAYS be there by 9:30. ALWAYS.]

smarties

Kyle asked me today what records I would love to have. I think I know what I'm getting for my birthday.


I am almost done my glossary entry paper [712/1000 words] except I can't seem to concentrate. I blame all the smarties I've been eating.

Also I've been having conversations in my head lately where people will object to something I am doing and my response is always, "I'll do what I want."

the great debate

One song and two great songstresses. Normally, I feel like Ella Fitzgerald would most probably beat out Nina Simone in my books, however tonight I just can't decide. The only thing I can decide upon is that this song kept constantly playing over and over in my head and perfectly describes how I feel.

So both of them are because I just can't decide.

Benydin

Cough medicine: yuck.
Researching: yuck
Stevie Wonder: lovely.

Probably the greatest artist book EVER!

So one of my newest book purchases happens to be the artist book check this shit out!, compiled by sixteen up and coming Canadian contemporary artists, this is probably the most brilliant thing I have seen in a VERY long time.

Each work varies from the visually to the textually stimulating, pleasing and thought-provoking. There is something in there for everyone and every occasion, whether it is used as a coffee table book, a cheer-me-up book, or even - as it is advertised on Craig's List - perfect for a mouse pad and many other things.

And for any Beatles lover, there is Victoria Michalowsky's work Playlists near the end that is sure to tickle any die-hard, including myself.

girl, shake that laffy taffy

One thing I really wish was that our bathtub actually had a working plug. It would come in handy when a bubble bath was in dire need of without worrying about leakage. Especially since I just scrubbed our tub clean on Friday.

In other news, I've joined the biannual print sale at school and I am proud to announce that if all my prints sell I will make roughly $270 minus 5%. As Kyleman put it, "you'll be fookin' rich!"

Why yes, yes I will.

yours for $50 CAD [and on better paper!] or $35 at the print sale.

only if you're nice to me.

Usually when I'm planning a painting, I don't really go much into planning the execution of it. I pick a subject, I paint it, voila. Not this time, apparently.

I feel like there shall be so much planning and picking involved that to actually get to paint the final draft will be godly. Hopefully this coming weekend with more resources will be a blessing.

Kyleman was asking me earlier whether I find painting in general stressful - since I am getting somewhat stressed about this planning - and I said yes, but in a cathartic kind of stress. Painting and drawing have always been the most "rewarding" of mediums for me; I love to see each of them start with just a layer or two and work them up. I love it.

It is coming close to the end of midterm season and although I haven't technically had any midterms, I have been quite busy.

I bought a new winter jacket today so I thought the title of this song would be quite fitting. This is probably one of my favourite Simon and Garfunkel songs too.

Art

I can't remember if I've posted this before or not, but I came across it again today and decided to post it [again].

Written for Kyleman.

A face coming closer through the
crowd
one that I've seen before,
known,
kissed and caressed [tenderly,
and greedily like a palette
knife against
canvas].

Relief washes like ink
through
me when you enter my
atmosphere -
a direct line [India ink smudged
by chalky fingertips across
a page]
from me to you

pulling, wanting,
smiling with a smirk
that paints hearts
cherry red [thick kisses made
with oil - the kind that take
days
to scrub off]

when you place your
hand on
me
[when the subject
returns the artist's
love, it buzzes through
the mind like a
mineral spirit high], gently

resting each finger
smoothly along the grain
of my skin [the way you
feel marble
in its loveliness]. Those same
digits take
mine [paint against skin never
felt as good as
this] let me take
them home

colour coordination

One of the things I refuse to do is wear red and green together unless it is Christmas time and even then I usually just go for one or the other.

I just realized today that in my love for comforters I have been using my bright red comforter with a dark green and red violet plaid one together for a good two years and never really noticed.

Obviously my need for colour coordination is focused mainly on clothes.

Carol Channing is better than you

If I were to compare my late, great Dodie to any celebrity, it would definitely be Carol Channing who is, in general, fabulous. Especially in the following clip from Thoroughly Modern Millie during her musical numbers [one of my ultimate favourites] called Jazz Baby.

And following it, my newest youtube addiction as of tonight: What's My Line? a game show from the 1950s and 60s which features mystery celebrity at the end of it where blindfolded judges essentially play 20 questions to figure out who it is. And it's pretty bloody hilarious. Although I wonder if this is just because I'm am in love with most of the stars appearing on it. Check it out anyways.

hometown lurvin'

One thing that I love about the Shwaville more than I love about the G spot is in fact how comfortable I am driving through the city. The G is getting easier to navigate myself through it via automobile but there is something about my hometown's layout that seems to make a lot more sense than Guelph's.

I mean, a couple weekends ago the two biggest "entrances" into downtown were closed down and I almost threw a tizzy because I had no flipping idea how to get myself into the core, or if the core was even open to cars too.

If the 'Shwa were to have Simcoe Street [our main street] closed down, there are numerous other ways I could maneuver myself to where I wanted to go.

Is this just because I've had lots more experience driving in o-SHA-wa than the G spot, or could Oshawa possibly have a better city layout [have you seen our downtown's crazy one way streets? Hah]?

fuchsia

My goal of today is to figure out how to mix a fuchsia shade in oil paints. Although I might not since I haven't decided yet if fuchsia needs to be applied now or wait until the last layer. Sheesh I love painting. Today will probably be very lax in class since my prof is not going to be here today - I feel like most people probably won't show up. Not that this really has any effect on me, us having our own little cubbies and all.

I'm very tempted to pull a mutated Jackson Pollock on my cubby walls.

Also last night I got the joy of being on my friend Andrew's radio show [which I have pimped out in a previous journal entry], which was tres exciting and fun. If you'd like a listen, the show is archived here and all you have to do is click on each link entitled Andrew T. and the Dynamo Elite.


Also on a final note: I think garlic cream cheese would be a brill idea.

a [relatively] perfect weekend

I am having one of those days where your hunger never really goes away ever if you feel slightly full, your body keeps poking at you to feed it [it especially demands more spaghetti]. I am beginning to think though this is my body's way of telling me that I miss Kyleman.

a) I was barely hungry before he left
b) our favourite meal to make together is spaghetti and meat sauce [which we made at 10:30 last night] and
c) knowing my body, this is something it would do.

My gram, deciding I was definately losing too much weight [which is quite normal for me during the school year - you know, stress, student salary for food, granola bars for breakfast, yadda yadda] packed me up a care package yesterday while I was visiting to bring back up. It included:

- 4 huge pieces of homemade lasagna
- 4 striploin steaks
- a carton of strawberries
- packages of pudding
- Uncle Ben's rice
- Kraft Dinner
- a cumcumber
- and a giant jar of fruit cocktail


Oh my.

the sniffles

One of the things that always seems to happen to me when I take Nyquil is that when taking it before bed I end up spending half the night tossing about, dreaming while being half-awake and thinking to myself when I realize I'm actually awake that I'm never going to get any sleep. Seriously, I feel like I'm on a drug trip during these nights.

Last night wasn't any better. Thinking I could outsmart the curse of Nyquil, I took Dayquil - only to end up tossing and turning again and unfortunately dreaming about doing the research I had been doing before bed, knitting rows on blankets and kleenexes inbetween bouts of reading and then suspiciously lifting up my blankets when I had woken up to make sure I really hadn't knitted them together.

Boy.

the could be annoying habit of artists and humanity in general

I am under the belief, through persuasion and experience, that artisty people are much more likely to get addicted to things. My latest addiction: knitting.

My addiction started when my gram showed me how on Friday, my mum gave me a needlework book yesterday which spurred me on to experiment with different stitches and as of 1:40 am last night I am half way through a scarf - a wonky one but still a lovely scarf.

vivah

One of my favourite things to do is put on my big[ger] headphones, plug them into my laptop and listen to awesome music while either drawing or trying to type. Right now seemed like an appropriate moment.

I just finished watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona and am now in a conflicting state of mind. This usually happens after I watch Woody Allen movies - somehow, every time I come out of watching them feeling very reflective, confused and trying to explain myself to myself; sometimes this is accompanied by the voice inside my head taking on a Woody Allenesque tone. Before watching this movie, not particularly knowing much about what it was about, I was hopeful to feel a connection with Vicky since we technically share the same name. I was very disappointed though after my first time watching it to discover that Vicky, and her fiance/husband Doug, annoy me quite a bit. Not that Cristina makes me any happier.

The narrator introduces Vicky and Cristina as having the same viewpoints and opinions on most things other than love - I, however, could barely see a resemblance between either of them. Even their hair colours accentuate their differences. This separatness of their characters has made me wonder: am I a Vicky or a Cristina?

Neither, hopefully.


In other news, I have finally have a job interview tomorrow at a jewelry kiosk in the mall - and no matter who might burst out laughing when I say I may have a job with a company called Vivah, I am truly excited to get another part-time job under my belt and supposedly wicked discounts on jewelry. After the interview, I go home for the weekend where I will see Kyleman, and some family members and perhaps Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs - since, you know, I have a large number of relatives under the age of ten.

Wish me luck!

Alice

Update with no update.

Update: I haven't found anything I was searching for earlier. Although I did discovered that we do have a new washer. Hurrah! Still will probably wait to wash my bed sheets until I go home this weekend - that way, with no replacement sheets, I won't have a sheetless bed I won't be able to sit on since my bed at home will have sheets of its own.

And now for something completely different:

These make me very happy. I've basically been procrastinating from reading. Between trying to find my spare bedsheet [no idea where it is] and then wondering where my camera is [also no idea] I have been steadily staying away from the books I've placed on my bed for potential reading and thus, learning. I will also, shortly, be painting my nails a bright metallic green that Sonia has and it will be wonderful since my black polish keeps chipping horrendously.

I've decided I need to find my camera so I can start posting up more pictures of my art because really, I don't think my webcam will do justice.

Camera! Camera! Where are you my lovely?

Also, Mabel got a lovely wash today from an automated carwash - which was more for my sake of entertainment than Mabel's cleanliness. Kinda.

Updates on missing items later.

When artists go crazy.

I seemed to have picked up a bad habit, which really does not make anybody feel better, including me. I get incredibly frustrated by my art and end up in a pissy mood which ends up taking its toll on Kyle who is usually only trying to make me feel better but usually doesn't because I just get more annoyed since he is an engineer and can't particularly speak art talk - especially when it comes to conceptual art. I can't really blame him, his engineerness is something that makes me really happy about him...just not, apparently, when I'm frustrated about my art.

In the end, I feel absolutely horrible about being pissy and apologize, getting an 'ok' back which is apparently, according to my mother, 'I accept your apology' in boy-talk. And then after that I just can't work anymore because I feel so horrible. However, these are a couple of ones I just get finished before descending into my spiral of gloom. My series entitled "I Am Not Andy Warhol".

jell-o

I know eventually I'll my words of today, once the work load of school actually starts up but: having Fridays off is kinda boring.

There, I said it. Now ask me again next Friday.


I also can't determine if it's cold outside, just cold in the house, or I'm just a freak of nature. Oh well. I'll just go blanket diving if my toes start freezing off.

Neville Longbottom was always my favourite

So I've found myself sitting in my housemate's room watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix...alone. Yes, I've inadvertently taken over her room after she left to go to work after getting hooked on the beginning of the movie.

Though I've had several debates with myself about whether or not to turn it off anyways since I hate moody Harry. People can keep their Harry, maybe even their Ron, Seamus and Cedric...I'd take Neville anyday.

Just don't tell Kyleman.

part-time retail

You would think it'd be particularly easy to gain a job at a mall in a store. I have discovered this is not so.

Either you come in at the wrong time and they've already hired all their part-time staff and only need seasonal staff from now on, they don't hire part-time in general OR they never call back because in the end you do not have enough good, solid retail experience and all those years in libraries and museums working hard so you could get your resume to look good go to waste because who in retail wants to hire a bookhead?

Sigh. All my good feelings about coming out of the mall today with at least a hope of getting hired was really shot today and it pretty much makes me want to cry. Therefore I'm going to watch some Freaks and Geeks and then maybe Adventureland and hope I'm in a better mood afterwards.

september blues

So this weekend comprised mostly of driving all the way from home to school-home and unpacking, only to drive almost all the way back home for K-man's sister's baby shower the next day. Now he and I are back in the G spot. Tomorrow he will be leaving and it will be last year all over again, which sucks.

The summer went by so fast I can't believe it. While I'm excited for this coming year I can't help but dread roommate drama [it's already started], trying to remember how to cope without having Kyle a 7 minute drive away again and being cool.


Welcome, 4th year; please be gentle with me.

embroidery

All summer I have been attempting to do something creative with my hands that isn't my usual fare [unlike most of my artist peers, I am obsessed with art and the idea of making art but during the summertime I never seem to actually make much - just theorize about it] and the ideas of either knitting or embroidery has come up multiple times. I will admit, I love sewing. I love it mostly because it is something to do with my hands to keep them busy.

My goal for embroidery is to be like Joetta Maue's absolutely lovely work [which has been my craving all summer]. These are some of my favourites:

I guess practice will make perfect. I just need some fabric. However, I am currently attempting to turn this pant jumpsuit of my mum's into a dress for me. Mum actually looks astonished when I modeled it for her after connecting the legs.
Oh, ye faithless.

happiness at midnight.

Sometimes there is nothing that makes me happier than classic 1950's/1960s rock n' roll. There are many arguments that while it is the base of today's rock and roll, it is so primitive and so simple that it cannot compare to anything cranked out today. But that's what makes it so charming and delightful. It makes me wonderfully happy.

Lately I have been experimenting with newly listened to The Animals and The Yardbirds, plus exploring more about The Monkees, The Turtles, Crispian St. Peters and one of my favourites: Paul Revere and the Raiders.

I am so in love with this music.

Alanis, you got it right.

To be blunt, when it's that time of the month I am a bitch. I get cranky and frustrated, crampy, bloaty, migrainey and I start stressing out different emotions that aren't really even there - or if they are, I intensify them by about a 1000 - and usually end up lashing out at the person who tries to help me through it the most. And once I'm done being outright angry, I start to simmer that anger sauce into a sad anger reduction and then all I want to do is curl up with millions of blankets and either listen to Joni Mitchell or watch sappy old movies all day.

It's really, very tiring.


I should have told him something was wrong when he asked. I just figured he'd be better off not knowing about all my emotional craziness of the day.

this song makes me want to do theatre:

Movies other than Cabaret that I need to watch soon include: Funnyface, Meet Me in St. Louis, and Fiddler on the Roof.

SART

This morning due to scheduling difficulties, I had to drop my semi-beloved drawing II class in the fall for extended practices III [a course I had wanted to do anyways but it was in the same time period of drawing II] because after mum pointed out that I needed a certain amount of 4th year studio classes, drawing II did not make the cut anymore. Sigh.

On a funnier note, Saturday night was my dear friend Jon's birthday and was spent in a small pub listening to some amazingly great music - except I can't remember the band's name, it was either The Fuzz or The Chasers; one guy in the band was wearing a shirt with one name and another was wearing a shirt with the other name - and since Kyleman was dd I allowed myself to get a wee bit....drunk. I must give props to Kyleman considering I always get a wee bit peeved at him whenever he gets drunk enough to vomit, but he kept his mouth pretty much closed and even carried me up his front steps. This is one of the many reasons why I love him so ridiculously much.


On a present day note, today I'm going up to a lake resort with my father's girlfriend and her three daughter's to hang around the pool [the lake really isn't that great for swimming, just fishing] and hopefully get a tan that won't turn into a burn and to finally show off my new tattoo without telling people to "look at my new tattoo!"

Yeah, it got tiring even for me.

how lovely

I haven't seen [500] Days of Summer yet - although I would really really love too hint hint Kyleman - this video made me smile; this is especially considering I adore Zooey Deschanel as an actress AND musician, plus Joseph Gordan Levitt on 3rd Rock From the Sun when I was a kid was always my favourite.



If only cute news, Kyleman's one fat cat Turbo, who apparently adores me as much as I adore her is snuggling beside me, kneading my side and pressing her chin against my arm. So cute if only I wasn't afraid of drool.

dictionary

Certain songs remind me of different things/have different connotations for me.

Gravel by Ani DiFranco makes me think of my first year Women's Studies class when I had to walk across a frost-bitten campus to get there at 8 in the morning - because my mp3 player at the time arranged the songs alphabetically by artist, this was always the second song played.

Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance)? by the Coasters makes me think of this warm summer night walking home from a great party [slightly tipsy no less], singing and be bopping around to it while two good friends walked behind me like parents.

Michael Jackson, especially our song, The Way You Make Me Feel, makes me think of Kyle since MJ is one of the only artists we agreed to love.

Under Pressure by David Bowie and Queen reminds me to calm down and be happy.

Red Red Wine by Bob Marley reminds of a cozy, candlelit late night with Kyle in our pajamas.

Joni Mitchell is my mope and lovely music all at the same time [I still adore her though].

The Beatles in general make me incredibly happy.

I like cooking to Beirut, Alphabeat or sometimes Regina Spektor.

Skinny Love by Bon Iver reminds me of an old boyfriend even though he told me not to ruin the song with the thought of him. Bloodmeat by Protest the Hero he was fine with though.

Most musical soundtracks like the ones from Thoroughly Modern Millie, Chicago, My Fair Lady, Victor/Victoria and a lot of crooner/jazz music makes me want to bust out some broadway moves and serenade my Dodie.

Sea of Love by Cat Powers reminds of this one night walking back from the gym to my res room and it was snowing.

Wonderwall by Tom Petty reminds me of walking down a main street with a bunch of friends after bowling and my friend Jess and I belting out the chorus to it [even though I had never heard it until then].

System of a Down makes me think of all the high school parties my friends and I had in Meggie's basement.

and Led Zeppelin is the perfect painting music.

This Just In!

One of my daily rituals when at work is to read Perez Hilton [a habit I actually picked up from my workplace amd the ladies who work here] and saw this doll being posted. Apparently this guy in Spain designed this breast-feeding simulating doll which will cry out when it's "hungry" and only stop once you put on this nippled halter top and let it make sucking noises while pressed up against it.

This doll is aimed to make breast-feeding seem the "norm" to young girls, however other people think this will just speed up maternal maturity and create a lot more teenage mothers.

What's your opinion?

I haven't listened to your voice in a very long time.

I haven't been able to wear my contact lenses in a while, a long while, the longest while in a while, because everytime I've worn them since I ordered new ones have made my eyes quite red and depending on the day itchy, or make it seem like there's a cataract in my left eye. Quite annoying. I thought things had been going quite well with them this evening, Kyleman even commented on my wearing them and how cute I was, until I took them out and my left eye started redding up. Very annoying.

Anyways, have become completely addicted to the Sims again, which I have been told by a friend is the most useless game in the world which is true but also makes me wonder...has he ever played it himself? [Speaking of this friend, I'm going to take a minute to pimp out his radio show which I listening to right now: go to cfru.ca, stream 2, and listen to Andrew T and the Dynamo Elite which plays pretty rad music every Tuesday night 10-12pm EST. Check out his facebook fan page if you don't believe me.] However, the Sims is totally addicting if you've ever been the "I-Want-To-Be-God" type. Which I sort of am. But not really. I think it's more because I am, by nature, an art kid and have been told on multiple occasions by a prof. who fulfills the stereotype completely that artists have addictive personalities.

True story. She told us on atleast 8 different occasions [and showed pictures!] this one project done by a student who owned only one dvd: Doctor Strangelove and took every single scene in the movie and recreated them with inanimate objects around his house. If you've never seen Doctor Strangelove, go rent it, download it, do SOMETHING to get it and watch it while paying attention to every time the camera changes angles, because everytime it does, this kid made a new set.

If that isn't obessive, I don't know what is.

painters in the park

I will tell you one thing I am jealous of right now:

There are people painting in the park I work in right this very second and I can't go out and play with them. No, because I have computer work and organizational work and work, work, work in general.

Plus I don't think my boss would appreciate it much if I ran outside to be a free-spirited hippy child and got paint all over my work shirt.

In other news I am wearing new lovely, so-shiny-they-squeak, black shoes which I absolutely adore but buckle up and so make it incredibly difficult to take them off and put them back on fast enough when I have to run to get the door.

Aren't they just lovely?

On a slightly ending note, it feels like a typical Tuesday at work. Everything is quite quiet and slightly boring due to computer work. My craving to play the Sims is overwhelming and I'm sad my two days off went by too quickly. There is only 3 more weeks of work though and then a couple days before heading back to Guelph. I feel like this year might be slightly more stressful for the Kman and I since we've become so adapted to essentially being an old, married couple, that the withdrawal [atleast the withdrawal I'll have] will be terribly terrible.

If only they had a patch for that.

fabulousness

Darlings, although I have just completed the most fabulous weekend abroad in Ottawa, tonight I will only post about one thing as bed is completely and utterly calling my name: my new tattoo.

After much deliberation and scheduling with my father on appointment dates, we bonded over a tattooing session Thursday morning and came out with two wonderful tattoos, one that looked like this:
credit to: Ben at Motor City Tattoos

and utterly rocks my socks even though now it is peeling and slightly itching because of it. Love.

the little prince

Kyleman truly is his most gorgeous when he is asleep - although, I assume that a lot of people are believed to be most at peace when asleep which helps cause this gorgeousness. This one time I woke up and when I looked up at his face, there was a little bit of moonlight shining in directly on him and all I could think about was how he was this perfect prince. And he really is.

Peter Pan syndrome

Lately I've been discovering that I, a girl who seems - no matter how hard I try - to be in a consistent mind set of being 8 on most occasions, am growing up. What scares me more though is the increasing number of people I've known for years in school getting engaged, pregnant, or both. This somehow seems to be freaking me out a lot lately, even though I know in my head that I am practically engaged myself to my lovely Kyleman, and throws me into a tizzy that they are doing this and accepting it when we are only 20 and [at least in my mind] way too young.

We are growing up and I am beginning to not want to, even though I do, which lands me in a truly dreadful dilemma.

WWPPD: What Would Peter Pan Do?

life is a highway

In my dreams, I am a horrible driver. Not even that in dreams I disobey traffic laws and swerve all over the place - usually my car enforces a lot more power than I do and the brakes don't work at all/all that well no matter how hard I push down on them, thus causing me to usually swerve.

Last night I dreamt I was backing my dad's old truck into a parking space [something I have been trying to do a lot more lately in my own dear Mabel] and this person was standing off to the side cheering me on on how well I was handling the truck - until I backed up too far through the drive through spot and had to pull forward again. I feel like the connection with this is I always seem to do perfectly peachy backing in when I'm by myself or with Kyle. Anyone else and I usually either have to give up or try try again. It's uncanny and highly irritating.

Something that is also irritating are leany back offices chairs that you can't sit up straight and type in and just makes your back hurt if you try. Not cool.

oh, those beautiful boys

Kyleman and I are going to be playing house for the next couple days since my parents have gone away camping til Wednesday. It was somewhat remarkably easy to get up this morning with him beside me - I thought I would have to pry myself out of bed because I just love cuddling with him that much. There is also always this sense of awe when I first look at him when I wake up in the mornings because he is so gosh darn beautiful. Oh yes, beautiful. But as my brother would say, "boys are handsome. Not [beautiful]" [Noah, age 4].

impatient me

I am completely impatient sometimes. Like when it comes to waiting for my Sims 3 to arrive in the mail [driving poor Kyle crazy with my newest daily ritual of making him walk to his mail box with me to see if it's there]. Even my stomach is impatient and refused to wait another hour until I could go on dinner and instead made me search through the cupboards and eat a healthy 'oats and flax' oatmeal that while my stomach appreciates it, my tastes buds did not without the added sugar.

1880

In 1880 a 16 year old boy named Tenick Boyns Robinson died and was buried in the Oshawa Pioneer Harbour Cemetery, now moved to the Bonnie Brae Point Cemetery.

Mostly, because I love his name, I have a small dead person crush on Tenick - it's sad but true, and in my mine not usual. How many people have crushes on dead movie stars? Mine just happens to be a nobody with a cool name [the story actually is that his first name was the maiden name of his father's first wife and his middle name was his mother's maiden name. His poor mother].


The last two days I've been at work I haven't really wanted to work so of course, I've been making semi-complicated and varieted lists in hopes they will actually help me one day and for my own amusement. Yesterday in my head seemed constantly like Friday and now that Friday is actually here, it feels like the week has dragged on so much that I need a nap.

On a happier note though, Kyleman and I went on a the first date in a long time together and enjoyed dinner and the movie Up in 3D. I highly suggest it.

lost, not sold

The first time I watched A Streetcar Named Desire I made Kyleman wait for love and kisses after his long journey up to the G spot, while I finished watching the end; and I couldn't decide if I was satisfied or not.

Marlon Brando as Stanley was perfect. Young Marlon always makes me pretty happy, as Stanley he made me particularly happy even if he is supposed to be a rough character you aren't supposed to particularly like. When they say that Marlon shouting his infamous line, "Stella! Stella! Stellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" is fabulous, it truly is heart-wrenching. In the end I thought he was the sanest character though.

Stella seems to be the sane one throughout most with only her constant babying of Blanche and annoying me. This is especially true in the very end when Stanley makes the right decision for them all and Stella announces to her baby girl that he'll never touch either of them again and runs upstairs to the neighbour. Weirdo.

The infamous Blanche DuBois is such an over-dramatic, vain, Southern belle who turns out to be a former prostitute [or atleast sex maniac] kicked out of her teacher's job for getting mixed up with a 17 year old and becoming absolutely insane. In conclusion this inner 16 year old 40 year old gets put into an insane asylum - and well deserved - making me quite happy. But, if there was one part in the movie that made me feel bad for Blanche, it would be when her intended beau rejects her face to face after hearing of her history and essentially tries to rape her. Vivien Leigh is quite brilliant as Blanche though.

I've also decided that the ending would be a lot more perfect if they didn't have the aforementioned 'Stella announces to her baby girl that he'll never touch either of them again and runs upstairs to the neighbour' situation.

rainy day man

Today is a slightly lovely rainy Sunday afternoon which I am fortunately, or unfortunately [I really can't decide which] I am spending at work. It is insane because we've already had 3 tours within 2 hours despite the downpour. And since Tara and I are quite studious about our work, we have been chatting for most of the time. If Ashley were back from her tour though, we really would be working on the colouring book we are designing...although now that I think about it, we probably wouldn't be working very hard.

Today is, however, almost a complete contradiction from yesterday. Yesterday, once the afternoon adventures began, was complete bliss. Due to my craving to go driving somewhere and just spend the day outdoors, Kyleman and I decided to venture through downtown Port Perry which is quite lovely. When we got there we discovered a car show going on along the lake and I made him promise once we were rich he'd buy me either a Mustang or a Torino.

We wandered down the main street of downtown and went into most of the shops, including a coffee shop we stopped in for hot beverages and played some chess at this itty table they had set up. Kyle treated me to Kawartha Dairy ice cream [gold medal ribbon which is chocolate and vanillla with ribbons of caramel - so delicious], we walked back down along the lake and then back up to an extremely lovely book store we found where I bought a brilliant book that I love called the Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood.

All in all it was a brilliant day.
The end.

far

I haven't written in a while, I know - shame on me. Tut tut.
The last couple weeks I've been attempting to lay low as much as possible to conserve money while working almost constant shifts at my summer job. Two days until pay day and when I can buy Regina Spektor's new album.

Why don't I just pirate it like I do my other music, you ask?
Because she is an artist I am thoroughly willing to spend my money on. Including for a concert ticket to see her for my second time in Toronto in September. Hurrah, I say! Hurrah!

For now, I must content myself with researching the Upper Canada Rebellion of 1837 while somewhat awkwardly sharing an office with someone who seems allergic to work and being on time.

On an ending note, I feel like I am in a completely jazzy/big band/smokey music type mood and that a pillbox hat with a face net/veil would be appropriate.

dryer troubles

Yesterday I had the hiccups 4 times.

why do fools fall in love?

Lately I've become a slight insomniac. Staying up late nights, not doing anything in particular other than surfing the web and complaining to Kyleman about how I cannot, in fact, fall asleep even though I am yawning like a mongoose.

With work starting Monday, I need to break this habit and fall asleep earlier! I'm hoping that this coming weekend in the G-spot in my other bed will somehow cure me of this - strangely I am under the belief that once you become accustomed to a bed, you won't fall victim of it's comfortableness and warmth anymore and take longer and longer to fall asleep.

Exhibit A: Moi.

Although I'm also the one who seems to fall asleep easily and in perfect bliss during naps in any light source and noise level.

In other news I am falling behind in my readings from the library.
And also in less than one month, Kyle and I will be celebrating our one year - a first for us both. He is making me die in anticipation of the supposedly lovely present he is dangling in front of my nose while blindfolded.

regina

Eet


I'm uberly UBERLY uberly uberly excited for her new album.

the very thought of you.

It seems nobody except Kyle and I see a marked difference in the cleanliness of my room. Although my dog did like my uncovering of my chair for her to start napping in.

I seem to enjoy boxing the ends of my bed in with furniture; however, my bed doesn't seem to enjoy trying to keep a double bed sized duvet on its single bed mattress.

mashed potatoes with compliments

For the third time this week, ridiculous, I know, I ventured to Value Village with Kyleman and our lovely friend Olivia and again, I found marvelous things to buy [and marvelous chairs to ooh and sit in while going aah and wishing I had room to put them in], such as: a dress from Jacob [it does not, however, beat the vintage orange sherbert dress with peach chiffon I found Tuesday], a bronze vase with engraved painted fowers and a plain toothbrush holder for the house in the Gspot.

Alongside my brilliant finds, Taza from one of my favourite blogs to read, has graciously put on a shortened version of my happiness list on her blog - which really just added to the niceness of this Sunday!

The only thing that would make this nicer will be the shishkabobs and mashed potatoes which will be ready in a couple minutes!

gold drops

Tonight, something relatively ironic happened.

While spending a few late night hours at Kyleman's, I ended up almost passing out on his ridiculously soft blankets while spooning with two of his adorably adorable cats [and before being wounded by one when they were both startled to death and I screamed] because I in a blink I was ridiculously tired. Kyle, of course, starts trying to wake me up so I can drive home safely, almost deciding on me staying over since it is apparently "[I] would be too groggy. [Kyle] know[s] how [I] get once [I'm] tired. Lol it's hard to get [me] up" (S., Kyle, Text Message One Million and Eight).

But no! I persist and semi-wake up since I don't feel like calling my mother and come home. Come home to both my mother and my stepfather aside, quite preciously, sprawled out on the sectional with their heads touching and my dog wagging her tail.

I giggled and took a picture.

still in men's clothing

It was the best of times...

until my mother decided to phone and make comments about my so-called "abominable" messy room, that I need a part-time job until my full-time job starts and that I need to come home "at sometime".


Maman

It makes me want to sing Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now from Hairspray at her.
Note to self: You also, still, need to wash Mabel.

men's clothing

I'm so close to beating Paper Mario!

Unlike Kyle, who says he only "likes" it but is addicted.
I adore it. There is something about 3D environments with 2D characters that makes me giggle.
The end.

paper drawings

I've realized, after choosing that entry title, that I have not been drawing enough, or for that matter, art in general enough. It's sad, but not really part of this story.

This is my story for the day:

A minute after climbing into the shower at Kyleman's house, I realized I still had my heart necklace that Kyle got me for Valentine's Day on - something I've been attempting not to get wet. GASPING, I took it off quickly and reached out to place and dry it in the towel I had placed on the toilet lid.

Now, I've always been taught to turn the fan on while showering [especially after one steamy bath I had which, when I opened the door, set off the fire alarm!] but Kyle does not [no matter how many times I try to tell him he should] and so I've stopped bothering to turn it on at his house. Today I was very thankful for it because when I pulled back the shower curtain after wards the steam was so thick, the sunlight shining through the window seemed twice as lovely and like a 3d beam - pointing down directly onto my necklace, glittering away.

It made me really happy.

bathtub

Hearing Kyle be told by a nurse to "assume the position, sir!" made my giggle immensely.

marshmallows and pepsi

Just like Monopoly, the game of Risk brings all the world conqueror in you.
The main example is my boyfriend, who by the end was dubbed, "Hitler with a Jew 'fro" because he was unstoppable.

Atleast I got South Africa and the Congo back but I never got Ukraine back which broke my heart.

because I can't sleep.

I can't decide if the fact that I can't really fall asleep [on this particular night - the fact that I cannot fall sleep isn't new to me. In fact, it's plagued me most of my life] is because the last couple nights I've stayed up late-ish with Kyle while taking care of him post-surgery or that I'm attempting to sleep alone for the first time in about half a week.

I hate that once I had crawled into bed and was just staring at the ceiling, I felt like I had never had a break from sleeping at home and hadn't just spent wonderful sleep-filled nights at Kyleman's [really, I do sleep better when I'm with him. It's a fact]. I hate feeling like I had never left.

I do, however, love that I have essentially found the someone who I can mean something to [Where-ere-ere-ere is love?] and that I don't want to smother with a pillow in frustration after spending multiple days and nights with. I believe I told him last night, "I'm glad you love me the way you do. I've never had a boy who's loved me as much as you do."

Truth be told, I've never loved a boy as much as I love him or had the love returned.

I'm very tempted to call him and see if he's sleepless too. More than likely though, he's fast asleep.

I'm also losing things apparently today.

I don't know where my iPOD is - even though Kyle said him and Warren couldn't find it at his place, I bet it's either there or in my car.

And I don't know where my phone charger is. I bet it's still plugged into Kyleman's power bar.

Sigh.

love list

Here is a list of things that make me ridiculously happy since I am not feeling quite that ridiculous or happy as of right now:

1. tea cups and saucers from Value Village
2. comfy cushioned rocking chairs
3. milky, sweet tea
4. Scrabble
5. Planet Earth documentaries [especially the Birds of Paradise]
6. jumpers
7. chocolate eggs
8. cuddling with Kyleman
9. hanging out in my bathrobe after a shower
10. letters in the mail
11. Mabel
12. sausage Mcmuffins with hashbrowns
13. apple juice
14. drawing
15. pretty panties
16. staying up late nights reading
17. rain
18. the smell of cut grass
19. playing monkey in the middle with my dog and the wall
20. the Beatles
21. dresses
22. Kyle's hand on my waist
23. bum-spooning with my dog in the mornings
24. sleeping until your body wakes you up
25. sleep overs at Kyle's
26. Greek fries
27. pretty stationary
28. household goods in Value Village
29. planning my future house decor
30. cupcakes


You know I'm most likely sad if I'm listening to a playlist comprised of only Joni Mitchell.

Run, Freedom, Run

1. Sitting in a library on a Sunday evening is barely ever considered a pleasant time.

2. Cold McDonald's french fries are barely considered a pleasant time either.

3. I've got one more exam tomorrow and then I am free to go home for the summer: hang out with Kyleman, [hopefully] spend a jolly good time working at the museum again and driving M. Mabel.

4. English exams are ridiculous, in my mind, to study for, because usually [unless your prof. isn't a wind-bag like mine] you can't particularly study for it unless you reread the novels/go over any notes of the novel you wrote [unless you are like me and don't write notes].

5. Lately I've been contemplating cutting my hair - all throughout high school I had pretty short hair and since first year I've basically been growing it out and out and out. Now I'm wondering if I'd like it a little bit shorter again. It could be nice.

6. I'm hoping there is some mint chocolate swirl ice cream left in the freezer that I'm thinking I shall eat while watching tv. I'm so lazy.

7. It's quite possibly very horrible I'm hoping Saman does not get off work early tomorrow night [her birthday] so I can get bailed on for birthday festivities with her, Hannah-that-it's-still-awkward-with-since-the-argument and other people I do not know, especially since drinking and bars are becoming more and more not my particularly favourite scene.

8. I'm wearing Kyle's shirt, which surprisingly fits well, and his socks.

does anyone really know what to do?

While enjoying a lovely afternoon with my beau garcon-ami [who has been here since Tuesday and will continue being here until Sunday - this, I believe, will be a semi-test on whether we can stand living together or not] we received shocking news which will not be told but is needless to say, quite sad and disturbing and now I'm definately in a mixed emotions zone.

On the one hand, because these news were through email I don't particularly feel the weight of the situation and am quite content to continue enjoying the loveliness of the afternoon - while on the other hand I feel like I've been completely rocked from my original focus [ie. studying] and am just sitting in this anti-gravity chamber just chilling out.

I can't help but try and remember what I was doing on this exact day one year ago. All I know is that I was wearing almost this exact same outfit almost to this day one year ago but with a different boy and it was just as lovely out.

all you need is love

dear Kyle S.,

this is to alert you that because it is snowing and I really have nothing better to do except read horrible Victorian novels, I shall be spending the day in bed with a giant pot of tea, old movies, books and writing utensils. Not that this particuarly affects you personally, but it will make you jealous. Nyah.

Love sincerely,
Victoria M. the third.

dear Victoria M.,

I am severely jealous, this is because i'm working very hard all day and it seems as though you have the life i would desperately like to have. I must remind you though, that if you have to erase too many things that you are writing you may end up with eraser bits in your bed. for this reason i recommend pen. and feel free to mail me things...

Love,
Kyle S. (the first)

dear Kyle S.,

I greatly appreciate the advice on eraser bits in my bed, however, I feel you forgot to include 'spilling tea on your white blanket' as that is slightly what I've done while pouring on the first go. Perhaps tea parties in bed are not the best idea afterall [but still quite delicious]. I am sorry to hear of your working dilemma and offer my full sympathies. I would mail you something except I already have and therefore do not see the need to send off another one of my precious [and expensive! Stamps are bloody expensive] stamps to you before you send me one back.

Love sincerely,
Victoria L. M. the third.

dear Victoria M.,

This is quite tragic about the white blanket. However, it is only tea and shall come out with a wash. Currently something has happened with the air circulation in my classroom and my ears have just popped. I believe you should also be aware of possible crumbs that might end up in your bed if you choose to have biscuits with your tea. That being said you are resourceful and I'm sure you will do fine.

Love sincerely,
Kyle S. the first

dear Kyle S.,

If only you had warned me earlier about biscuit crumbs considering I have already devoured toast with peanut butter [perhaps not my best idea], luckily I managed to keep most crumbs on the plate. I hope your ears are ok; I would hate for anything to happen to your lovely ears. In other news I am quite in love with old movies and my newest craving are white gloves that come to my wrists that I can wear to tea and with dresses. Do not die from boredom.

Love sincerely,
Victoria M. the third.

We love each other.

rain would make this situation a lot more cheerful

On days like today I wish I had actually gotten up at 10 ish when I couldn't fall back asleep after my father called to ask for my driver's license number. My father has decided to insure me on his truck so I can get enough practice driving for my G test this summer since my mother will most likely not let get much without a driving instructor present. Hurrah for my father!

Basically my day has been spent underneath a furry blanket on my bed watching Funny Face, which is turning into one of my favourite movies and eating apples with cheese and drinking tea. An attempt at making a packing list has been started but without much luck. I've been utterly distracted by clothing websites and my new dream of tea gloves, sun dresses and black trousers that go up to my waist and down to my ankles.

I find lately that I've been more interested in kitchenware and household goods than clothing and such things. It makes me feel like I'm turning into a complete Suzy Homemaker and I can't help but start daydreaming about a sunny kitchen and white bedsheets with eclectic little things around the house with lots of picture frames on lovely coloured walls.

the lovers, the dreamers and me.

As everyone quite possibly knows by now, I am a huge fan of Hugh Laurie [mostly pre-House fame, but also as House - who doesn't love his crankiness?] and while cruising youtube since it wouldn't let me upload a video, I chose to watch this instead and it made me giggle multiple times.

army letters

Due to migraine - a dreadful thing that makes me just want to cuddle and sleep while someone rubs my head in the pitch dark - I ended up having to spend one more night in Oshawa, which frankly, sucked. Why? My mother's interferring with my migraine rituals and scaring the shit out of Kman about how serious migraines [not mine] can be and thwarting his and my wishes of him coming back over after he finished assignments, leaving him to be so frightened for my well-being he didn't text or call [my mother telling him to call HER first because she didn't want him coming over while I was sleeping] until quarter to 12 and me, being already overtly emotional because of the pain in my head, crying multiple times because I thought Kyle had forgotten me [and mother telling me he shouldn't come over now anyways because it was, gasp! 9 pm].

Anyways.

I should be leaving for the Gspot soon and have multiple things to do including a probable trip to Value Village with Nicole darling if there is not print time available since I have to try and make a schedule on how to fit all 4 assignments in before Thursday. Shoot me.

I also have a date with a skirt from H&M before I leave Toronto.

The song that saved me today, as it does most days, was Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie.

subterranean homesick alien

I had an entry all planned out:

I was going to talk about how I was inspired by Nicole's entry on her love for paper and was going to explore it with my own emotions and rave, rave, rave!

I was going to talk about how Sundays usually make me feel blue.

I was going to talk about how it's almost the end of the school year, what courses I have chosen for next year and how that makes me feel.

I was going to talk about my ongoing love for Subterranean Homesick Alien by Radiohead.

I was going to talk about the cookies Kyle and I made two nights ago, the play we saw with my roommate in it and how we are now discussing elopement plans to Vegas to have an Elvis/extraterrestrial marriage ceremony [we really aren't].

But all I can really say is this:

I am homesick for my lover’s arms,
the way they wind their charms with
each touch, tendon
and glide down my cheek – like tears when we kiss with a passion
we know only comes when we’re desperate
for a firm compression of
an image, memory, of a
kiss each Sunday afternoon
or to mark that

we are here
in each other’s arms again,
tendons again tangling in curls of hair,
clavicles grasping to give hickies and
bellybuttons touching with kisses in
their own wily way
that never cease to amaze our toes when they tingle
and clutch during spasms of
sheer bliss
being in my lover’s arms.

I'm not a brilliant poet, but sometimes poetry works.

Mornings not welcome.

I am somewhat groggy today because A.T kept me up late into the night last night in his drunkenness and by shouting, 'TOR! TOR! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!' when he came in the door at 1:30am and proceeding to keep me thoroughly awake until further notice.

I do not work well with little sleep. Luckily M-Cat gave us a ride this morning and Alex gave me money for tea [I'm assuming as payback for keeping me awake with his ramblings].

Anyways, unlike last year when I signed up with Rachel and Danica, I walked straight up to the registration table and right away got 2 spaces for the Juried Art Show. It's tres exciting and my first time doing a solo. Basically earlier I was so tired and just comfortable chilling in the library that I almost didn't go sign up - until I told Kyle this and he bullied me into going. Oh yes, bullied. Actually it was more, 'you'll be disappointed if you don't' and 'I'll be sad if you're not in the art show.'

Oh, the influence of a threateningly sad boyfriend.


So now I need to go buy a shelf to install for the cds and maybe a power bar. We'll see.

The main point of this entry is this: I'm groggy but not to groggy to say that the Juried Art Show is a must-see [not only for my pieces but it was fabulous last year and there's always amazing art!] and should definately be checked out this weekend starting Friday.

End of advertising.

rainbow sherbert revisited.

It's somewhat fascinating to compare my parents now that I find myself getting closer to my dad and sometimes drifting farther and farther from my mum. She is a silly wicket and I question her sanity sometimes [especially when she suggests rainbows, cartoon caricatures and a castle on the hill to go in my final art project].

My dad totally saved my ass this evening before then going off to sweep Blondie 2 off her feet on their first date. Why Blondie 2 you ask? Because she's not Blondie 1, whom he's going on a date with Sunday. Oh yes, my dad has become a total player.

There are very few blonde people that I know that I like and/or defy the normal stereotype of blondes; otherwise, I'm not a big fan of blonde people.


I've decided on my final project for Extended Practices II, and I'm tres exciting. Although I feel this video [oh, yes, I'm diving back into video after making multiples for the last couple projects!] will expose me to everyone..a lot. Scary, but might be worth it. I'd explain more but I kind of want to keep it under wraps mostly until I get it completely going. Maybe next week kiddies.

On a last note, the purchase of Mabel by my father pour moi next year is basically a sure thing. He confirmed so tonight.
Who's Mabel?
My gram's Century Buick she's going to be selling next year.
Woo!
The end.

Today was nice aside from an hour which made me extremely cold and therefore cranky.

a decision

While enjoying my late-night solitude of the upper-story of my house - after realizing I was the only one who was actually going to do the garbage - of washing my face and enjoying be-bopping around in my underpants, I look in the mirror and gasp in horror and frustration.

The pearl from my nose stud if gone.

Bullocks.

Well. I'm not going to walk around with a stud with missing bling in my nose. It's not cool; but the memories of the last time I tried to switch my stud into a straight pin rack my mind and my poor nose. But I've got to do it.

So after much planning and figuration, I twist out my no-longer-pearl stud, clean my nose and attempt to put in my little gold stud.

Eventually after a wee bit of blood, bending and pushing, I got it in. Whether it'll stay in who really knows. And honestly, I don't particularly give much of a fuck anymore. If it falls out during the middle of the night I'm going to take that as a sign and give up my piercing.

Yes, yes that is my plan.

gesture drawing

I got to enjoy a pretty long weekend and a lovely - if you can really call it lovely - Monday.

Thursday was field trip day to the AGO which was fantastic. I wish I had pictures actual pictures from the gallery but photos weren't allowed inside the museum. Boourns. But it was pretty dang fantastic; I saw my first Warhol, Yoko Ono and Rauschenberg.

Because being in Toronto made me closer to Oshawa than to Guelph [and I didn't have class the next day], I decided to hang out in Toronto with some good friends and then head home to see Kyleman.

Now, these good friends decided that we should go to a strip club - at 5 in the afternoon/evening - and then decided to buy me a lap dance without warning [until, that is a very nice stripper named Candy came up to me and asked me how I was doing that night]. Finnegan told me it was the best $20 he had ever spent because of how awkward I was. I live to be my friend's amusement.


The rest of my weekend was spent hanging out with Kyleman: hanging out on his campus, a midnight steak dinner with his friends, shopping in Toronto [after much going back and forth between my parents on who had what, my father has generously donated his old record player and vinyls to me, which is wonderful because I feel like Jens Lekman and Beirut would be glorious on vinyl], and then back to Guelph for some good lovin', Food Network and food in general. I dropped him off at the bus terminal this morning.

This morning I had my second art project recommended to be entered into the juried art show by my prof. Woo!