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.