Wednesday, April 28, 2004
02:53 a.m.
happy birthday Sir Phobos... I hope you had a nice time and all. 'Tis a joy to get the group together again, I'm going to go through some serious Yorkies withdrawl.
. o O ___________ adoration ___________ O o .
so yeah, apparently Nickelback's Sometimes and You Remind Me are the same song... hmmm... (seriously, listen to the entire thing - it's actually in tune, in tempo, in um, syncopation. yo)
Monday, April 26, 2004
02:45 a.m.
"you look so cuuuuuuuute!"
Red Room with Sarah
Paaaaaaaaad-Thai
comfy Hot chocolate
'twas so very lovely to be downtown with the DesRoches again. In the Beamer. with the dance tunes turned up. of course.
new friends on the bus back
time for hot chocolate #2
enticing future careers (currently pondering):
last night in my dream it was the 70s and i was married to Ted Danson. no, not "current" Ted Danson. young Ted Danson. in a brown suit and glasses. yeow.
discovery of discoveries: my recently moved out neighbor down the hall cleaned out her cupboard before leaving, and left all her extra food in the kitchen, including a sleeve of s.o.d.a.c.r.a.c.k.e.r.s.
my oh my - now I can eat my peanut butter in spread-on-a-cracker or squished-in-a-sandwhich form rather than just licking it off the spoon (which is quite good sometimes, but variety is the spice of life. mmm...) ooo! tomorrow I will eat the peanutty goodness with apple, since I bought a few today from the grocery store
I've also jazzed up the links over here ->
and my neighbor is fighting with her boyfriend... or maybe it's some kind of passionate expression of how vehemently he loves her... let's hope so
I cleaned the studio and threw out some paintings and drawings of mine today. It wasn't nearly as exciting and cathartic as I anticipated it to be. But at least the floor is clean.
cheese pies . phone calls . NYLON . pearls . green grass .
20 Years Ago, I:
15 Years Ago, I:
5 Years Ago, I:
3 Years Ago, I:
hmm... that's enough for now... i don't want to totally confuse all the passing piranhas.
what a lovely afternoon, to sip cocktails and nibble on crackers & cheese avec la Laura
then, off to Julia's delectable party, arms filled with potted lily and pineapple
and one reason (though the list is small) why I don't like being a single girl in Toronto: being approached by older men on an empty subway platform... maybe I should just wear trackpants
there go the drunk exam-free kids outside, playing with that shopping cart again
my daily drawing journal will begin today.
a dream seems so simplified when written down, yet while in it, 'tis so intensely layered and detailed and real.
last night's thunder/rainstorm infiltrated my dream... another dream that my family has moved into some sort of run-down abandoned house... this one was right on the shore . at night a yellow boat with a black mast glided up to the kitchen window, there was fog, mist, white thunder and rain . i was the only one who saw this boat i believe, and it looked like it was filled with dismembered doll parts, including a hand that hung over the edge . then the hand moved . and a dead zombie doll stood up from the boat and motioned for me to go out onto the water . i declined because i was paralyzed with fear . none of my family members fretted over it, as per usual in dreams of mine . after a couple nights of this, i began to look for the yellow boat, and the same freaky creepy doll . one night i said i would go . there was a dog like mine from the previous owners of the house, as though this ominous evil awaiting me out on the misty water had swallowed them and left the dog, so he and i got in a (yellow) boat (with a black mast... i recollect 'twas the same), and headed out onto the water... i don't remember what happened for a while after that, but the next time i saw that yellow boat, my uncle Gord who looked like an old fisherman got in it and began to fish . my sister was on the shore, and i got the worst feeling that something bad was going to happen . he floated out, and some huge bubbles erupted from under the waters' surface, then a gigantic scary looking Japanese dragon-esque goldfish burst forth and ate my uncle in one gulp and then went back under . this movie dream was so unsettling, yet i didn't want it to end.
so I've lit some candles. I know it's springtime when i light candles with the windows open and watch the flames go flicker in the air without quite going out. and the air is crisp and nightly and so refreshing after a day of rainshine.
some thoughts from the past few days:
and i really want to knit and make exotic foods and have cross-legged meals of paper lanterns and chopsticks and laughter... and we should all take brown leaves and throw them in the air and get lifted off the ground by the beams of sunlight and throw hair back and yell a hearty laugh at the sky
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ohboy ohboy ohboy
the springtime faerie has bestowed upon us some spring spring spring spring spring spring
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i get
and just peel
peel
peel.
so here comes the procrastination:
the shopping
the making of extravagent meals
the reading of anything but exam notes
and the re-painting of nails
can i just point out:
. loud guy (as previously mentioned on Nov 3rd) is visiting my neighbor. As per usual, the conversation is animated and lively. and he's loud guy. I can only chuckle to myself and shake my head.
formal avec les strawberries de chocolat et le champagne.
and then we tore up the dance floor.
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. 1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"I prepared for my phone therapy session with notes of what I'd discovered."
. 10: Did you dream last night?
. 19: Do you like to dance?: do I?
this summer is officially to be of denim skirts, completed novel reading and obnoxious amounts of lipgloss.
it's not fair to be smitten like this.
ba-londe.
"it's for protection." "Protection from what?" "zee Germans."
today's entry is a list entitled "things I hate and would improve in women's public washrooms":
. item 0.5: women's public washrooms.
anyway, it is ridiculous that I would compile this silly list considering all the bad that's going on in the world, yes. But why is it that every time I walk into one of these horrifying places I think of things I would change? and change, and change some more? Perhaps my appreciation for good washrooms stems from the joy I receive after walking into a posh one... a small blissful sigh... Though at the same time, there's something about a clean washroom made to look "rock and roll" that's appealing... like cool places downtown... or at a concert... maybe because there's some good music going on... they know where it's at.
am i nuts?
okay, to compensate, here is a list of things I love:
. liquid liner . making cards . cute little art bazaar . steel drums . eloquence . chalk on sidewalks . digital cameras . kiwi fruit . St. Germain's "Jazz Potato" . advil . Weezer . good lessons learned . splatters . asparagus in sandwiches . scratching cds on purpose . packaging tape . lights at night .
this is a throw down.
Honestly, I walked into a run DMC video tonight - went to the Underground and saw breakdancers showin' off some 'tude in cool shoes, oversized pants and hats and doin' crazy moves on the flo'.
hot.
if I ever have kids, those kids will be taking gymnastics, only to enhance their flava-ful breakdancing skills. They will also be taking some wicka-wicka breakdancing and DJ lessons. That way they can help one another practice.
~ insert Rappa's Delight here ~
(seriously, that conversation would never happen, because they'd love it... how could the coolest kids to ever exist not love some good linoleum sliding?)
to: the ever-inspiring-to-the-max-niki: I have a blue and silver computer too... it is an hp and the heaviest thing in the universe, but a nice looking comp nonetheless... perhaps yours and mine were seperated at birth... and I got the evil twin. hrrrrm. i am not preferential to typing with one hand.
alas, 'tis nearing the end o' march and the snow is still ablowin'
profound thoughts of the day:
. "It's me belt, Turkish" . "no, Tommy there's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?" .
y'know today I was in art history and realized something:
-shiver-
smile.
and I also like Esthero singing in rap songs
ok - I had the hugest moment of idiocy yesterday, truly a musical faux-pas -jaws dropping- silence . in . room .
to make matters worse, I got the you-did-not-just-say-that glare of extreme death from Josh the music guru extrordinaire. I knew as soon as I said it that I should have run. far far away. eep.
there is an itchy squirrel in the tree outside my window... he's been scratching all over himself for the past 20 minutes. dude, you are so very cute. Itchy salty squirrel.
sidebar: was reading march 2nd's entry, and it's not really fair of me to have said that. My teacher allows us much freedom and i enjoy that, she is one of the best art teachers with whom I have worked
discussion of the new bill C-12 (regarding art work and it's relevance to the public) makes me want to gag myself. with a spoon. repeatedly.
I see two strong sides of the coin.
if you are unfamiliar with this bill, read up a bit (it's not the one about health and safety that American google searches give you)...
Who gets to decide what "does the public good"? the public good?
imagine . didn't mean much . never got it . because I . I
The ground is flaked with icing sugar covered snow
feel oh-so-inspired right now to begin a new painting/collage mess... oh, the bleach again how I yearn for it... but my current fatigue is overtaking that urge, I would like to fill a pillow full of the flooffy snow and just sleep sleep sleep until a breakfast of pancakes tomorrow, some more photojournal explorations, getting confy in painty clothes and up and down and back again
sometimes a lovely lacka-daze-ical day now and again tastes good if it's eaten with a spot of peachmovement
when you call booking lines... before May 1
a spondee . a sparrow . a space . a spirit . a spanormama
I feel that intense need to re-arrange the furniture
splendiferous blog... (love the elf entry in "the best of the sneeze", or the letter to mexico)... clever, mon ami.
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enough of this low-fat indifference whilst we waste away into a disintigrating blob of spongey celery that's rotted from the outside like a tree and the moss has overtaken the bark so as to not show the crags and knots and beautiful sharp edges and graceful forceful pushing out away from the roots that are on fire and slowly burning and infecting the others that don't have the nutrients and insulation because the plant food is all low-fat garbage.
need to spend less time on this ridiculous machine. I think something has to be said about the fact that many other inanimate objects I spend time with have names, but this one does not. skirt day . a turn about the yard .
Overheard cell phone guy: "could I speak to someone in produce?"
some Canada geese made me smile hugely yesterday. They're back. on the roof of buildings. honkin' at oneanother. I'm not a huge fan of geese. But it means that spring is [almost] here
and I harkened back to last year at this time something lovely: buying gigantic stretchers pour le big blue painting . and V8 .
i don't like being vulnerable.
because it means being available for hurt... on my acting class evaluation the teacher wrote "use those smarts emotionally... Be as vulnerable as you can - vulnerability is the door to your actor... Don't be afraid to be simple [or] boring..."
Today was painting critique day... it is an exercise in vulnerability, standing next to your work that you've made in hate, love, indifference, something that is part of yourself or your creative process, and listening to the teacher discuss what she sees in it, how it can be improved... and how she'd like to see it. While the rest of the class sits in silence.
What's worse is after the whole thing someone whispers "I like it the way it is and I don't think you should change anything"... so why didn't you contradict the teacher? Artist stands up there, nodding at each recommendation the prof makes, each subjective decision... mind you, sometimes the criticism is helpful and points out things you hadn't noticed before, great. But when there's nothing to say and she only says something because she's the teacher and feels compelled... I don't appreciate it
I think I take peer evaluation more seriously.
So I was twirling a pen in my hair whilst portering in the front lobby tonight (it was an unconscious act of boredom), I do that every so often, and just leave the pen in the resulting matty nest... So then it was there for a while, when I needed to use a pen. And I couldn't find it anywhere, I'd forgotten where I'd put it. And I knew that I'd just had it in my hand. So, perplexed, I got another pen. And then I scratched my head and realized I'm a space cadet. yes, the first pen was there. Even the re-telling of this adventure is beyond me...
and on a possibly unrelated topic, I have an inexplicable black ink stain on my hand.
you know what I don't get?
the appeal is...?
I just saw the freakiest short film, called the Cat with Hands. It unsettled me, and again I'm having one of those nights where I'd rather just stay up all night than go to bed and risk experiencing a nightmare because of it.
It's good to know though that ultimately I'm not in control... So how could I control what happens in my dreams, anyway? I shouldn't worry.
Today was gloriously outside-worthy... Walking to the library and back was splendid. even the returning journey with an armload o' books was pleasant enough for a sweater and a walk through bright pthalo glowing sky and stripey clouds.
new earrings . fresh juice . fresh magazines, first to read, then to tear and re-appropriate shamelessly . ART DECO exploration . new biblical explorations . crossing things off the to-do list . caramel brownies . candy necklaces . finding old favourites in a playlist .
I often like to look forward to something... Right now it is camp, or really, it is camp people, or maybe it is summer in general
* ooo, I can't wait for the first real "skirt day" of the year to come *
So, I'm creative director at Junior Camp this year, which means that I get to plan crafts! crafty crafts! Like puppets and fingerpainting and papier maché and all that jazz. This makes me extraordinarily anticipatory. ooo... The fun that will ensue.
and Powderfinger is coming to town next month. I would like to go.
Julia C, why do these entice me so? especially when my science test is in just a few...?
a. open your mp3 player
1. Time Stands Still . All-American Rejects
interesting mix, Lyd... - whew, good thing no Hanson songs showed up there, because that would have been real embarrassing... I mean... I... crap.
Found on CBC Radio3's article entitled "chew colours"... yo.
(note: he's from Ancaster)
and I'm distraught, for I can't find my staplegun
So I can't add an entry without making mention of the simply wonderful week I had... Spending time with Suzanne in her magical BC land of green grass, rocky shores, mountainous views, lovely people & animals, tasty ice cream and heart-searching goodness was truly meaningful... The experience was such a blessing.
blessed in many ways
even when things were moving so quickly, there was still a JONES and a Starbucks and a Postal Service song playing in the airport at the right place at the right time to comfort my exasperated self. Since the world revolves around me, you know.
It took me 24 hours exactly to get home, but the trip was a reflective one, and a shorter trip would not have allowed for enough adjustment time... I'm still not all here. - sigh -
But I'll wear this comfy mint-chocolate-chip-icecream green sweater and think: perhaps green is turning out to be my favourite again - though blue is still a classic.
officially the coolest discovery ever... thanks malcolm
Go to the table of contents and check out the archived issues... each has it's own playlist of 20 sweet songs, all of which are fantastic and many of which I have never heard. (ie: the song that introduces the current issue is also the first in a playlist - dropdown menu) Plus, the photography is pretty cool.
tralala.lala.
go now.
yes, I agree. morbid isn't what I'm feelin' right now.
Alright, here's something uplifting: The themesong of today was "Jeremiah was a bullfrog (Joy to the World)" by Three Dog Night, and yours truly having a 'bout of the giggles here and there...
added to my list of great words:
marionette
and I'm so out of it right now that I thought my phone was my alarm clock and came mighty close to setting it for 8:30am. oi.
Ok so Jon's left the most hideous lampshade in the entire history of the universe of lampshades outside my door. Each time I open my door and walk down the hall I see it out of the corner of my eye and think it is some kind of demonic little elf or a crouching animal up to no good. I should move it, especially since I was the one who bought the abhorrent thing in the first place, though I refuse to have it living in my room and I'm too lazy to stash it somewhere else.
Another complex I should probably address: my suspicion of finding dead bodies. I can't remember for how long I've been entertaining this idea under seemingly day to day circumstances. Whenever I'm doing rounds of the building, or looking for something in a strange or new (or familiar) place, or even just walking, the idea creeps up on me: what if I found a cadaver here right now?, or - this looks like it would be a really scary place to find a corpse, or, the shining example - What if I look behind that couch and see a dead body, but it's not really dead, and then he talks to me and reaches out a blood-soaked hand for help and I can't do anything but stand here paralyzed with fear...
Something tells me I had a traumatic childhood experience from which I've never fully recovered.
fragmented: Frag"ment*ed, a. Broken into fragments.
So I was thinking about what my funeral might be like again today. I'd like there to be a lot of white flowers. Not a ton of purple or yellow... but yellow roses are my favourite... and I'd like there to be a time when people can each get up and say something about how wonderful I was... er, am... though I also want the truth, someone to remind the room of what a jerk I could be sometimes, how I checked my hair obsessively, interrupted my sister too often, and spent too much time thinking and not doing... I won't mind - I'll be with Jesus, swimming on land and dancing around. And bakin' cake.
On that note:
Things I love XXXIV:
I don't hate you
you know what would be so nice right now? - Another fruity sangria and a boat ride. A really really long boat ride.
made my own legwarmers today, acquired some new trenchcoats and cozy winter jacket... plus, MC Hammer and KIDEO cassettes for the Old Skool Skavenger Hunt. woot.
I decided the other day to try being a "real" artist, and some phallic imagery showed up in my latest piece. As previously predicted: it's over-rated... or . is . it ? Anyway, I'm making another one because my teacher encouraged me to mix my own colour more often, rather than use that straight from the tube... After looking at said painting again, I think she is right. I'm really into this piece, it just happened... and last time I gazed upon it I was pleased.
Let's take a ride on a flying spoon
Doo doo doo lookin' out my backdoor
I'm not a huge fan of packing. My once clean and organized room has become a disaster area after scattering things about, deciding what I need and don't... and right now I'd love to have a shower, but all my shower stuff is packed... hrmmm... maybe my shampoo can subsitute for a few things before leaving in the morning...
. pretty dressed
ha. Where's the rest?
ah, snow.
Whilst we are young our time is filled with so much to do, then when it wanes away, we will wonder where the time has gone... and that's the thing that scares me.
But I wouldn't want to miss out in the least on the wonderful things so far... just need a sigh now and then
adopted a lot of defense mechanisms, some more distinguishable than others, but they either poke or comfort me, it's hard to tell which... they keep you out and me in... fuzzy blankets or metal chains, my world is cluttered with paradoxes, nuances and indecisions, like so many... some just think theirs are supreme, no matter the messed-up-ed-ness... and that can be annoying
I like it here
. NYLON's February issue - thinking, "I've been there, experienced some of that... and I love it all the more more more"
miss my Stonehaven room right now how it had evolved left the hardwood floor the blue walls curtains of stripes and circles the window the tree turned pink the lights were just right and I got to know _ there... coming back from Sherwood Forest summer rainy nights of tired and awake and collage and mess and those closet doors, the hallway, even the seafoam green, I always said I hated it but I've kept a piece of the old wallpaper, along with a square of the carpet and my letters from there meant so very much and that's where paint and ideas came from and tears and glass and breaking and I miss that aura when I fall asleep at night sometimes I think I'll wake up in that bed and be petrified or roll over and see the mirror and think it's all ok so much fear and alone but some memories of lovely happiness sculpted there take me back one day
someday this place is going to burn
I would like to be a pine nut sleeping in the salad of life.
realized lately:
O o . if I honed the skill more often than just mending things, perhaps I could be a decent seamstress and actually make stuff. Maybe will make effort to sew more often
self-centred!
One novelty that I have yet to stop appreciating:
Charm me.
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sidebar: postage has gone up by one cent.
Isn't it strange how weather & climate can influence a mood? I have been reading monologues for the past hour, most being bitter or lovesick or just plain angry, and it's left me feeling like swampwater. But then I look through my condensation-streaked window and see a blue sky. It's the silky kind of blue that every girl would have loved to have as the colour of her prom dress when she was in grade 8. and I like blue. Plus, the snow's melting, and the sunlight is illuminating all that must be cleaned in here. Opening the curtains each morn changes the way I see the world, immediately. As my fingers grab the edge of the curtain, I close my eyes and look forward to the new dimension this small space will embrace, and I fling the fabric across the rod till it crumples into thick folds against the blue canvas in a sigh. Even if it's night time or daytime or bleak, blue or gold, the effect is still the same: I'm open.
my bamboo is drying out
oh yes, whilst eating brunch the other day, Brooke the Australian looked out the window at a picnic table piled high with snow and said " I see everything here as a novelty... see that? - Even that's a novelty to me."
"Take my hand"
Y'know what's crazy?
blown away by the fact that it's Friday and not Monday.
I just want more juice. and a blanket. and a nap.
Missy Elliot can produce such very cool music... I thought a while back that if I were to be any female musician I'd like to be Leigh Nash, Dido, Gwen Stefani or Missy Elliot... oh right, and Norah Jones and Sarah Harmer were in there too
mis-sing adj. 1. To fail to hit, reach, catch, meet, or otherwise make contact with. 2. To fail to perceive, understand, or experience
3. To fail to accomplish, achieve, or attain
4. To fail to attend or perform
5. To leave out; omit.
6. To let go by; let slip
7.To escape or avoid
8. To discover the absence or loss of
9. To feel the lack or loss of
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I know there's a mess in here
-HUMBLE PIE-
"If I speak in tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing... For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then we sill see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known."
- 1 Corinthians 13:1-3, 12
and it's probably not what you think
peaceful joy comes from the most curious places
and I'd like to play Scrabble right now
the coldest night of winter so far
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: a paper lantern
Put up some new drapery today. The vintage patterns on the fabrics are so deliciously hideous, and the colours are glorious... love it.
month
a field of daffodils. my, oh my... go and see Big Fish
so too good.
pinwheels . pita puffs . pizazz . peppercorns and pumpernickel .
I -heart- my sister
I also found some marvellous organic shampoo and conditioner, lavendar and orange scentalicious
School tomorrow... my dad and I are stopping downtown first because a radio company called him back for a voice analysis/ audition... yup, my dad with the voice
three of the five TVs are on in my house right now. I'm sitting in the family room, positioned so I can hear all of them at the same time, each loud and clear, so everyone turns up the volume to drown the others out and the noise gets louder, and the white noise envelops me and... ow, my ears are bleeding...
now she's all like, "Hey Lyd! Look at this guy with the mullet! yo!"... did I mention how much my family likes to talk back at the tv? (By the way, Derek: I won't ever talk during movies again)
cleaned out and sorted through my boxes today.
anyone who's known me for a long time knows about the high esteem in which I hold these boxes, my memory boxes. Some people scrapbook, but I box instead. And since grade 4 I've done it, 8 shoeboxes full sat upon the closet shelf this afternoon, and now there are 3.
Toffifee chocolate hazulnut toffee candies are quite possibly the most scrumptious sweets upon this great planet. They haven't been in my house for a good decade, and each yearly tree-trimming taunts us as the Toffifee box holding the ornamental treehooks comes out... Every year I secretly hope that when the box is opened there won't be hooks inside, but delicious cups of hazelnutty goodness instead... (alas, it has yet to happen), but oh! mummy bought a box this week and it has pleased me
how small things make my heart skip a beat
bobbypins . buttertarts . thistles . finding a 20 in a "Happy 17th birthday" card (at age 20) . fun unders . Jones soda . a Jones soda machine in a clothing store two steps away from the display of fun unders (on sale to boot) . Ed the Sock cuttin' up Justin (Timberlake, that is) . to the max . sparklin' up a storm .
This week has been spent divvy-ing up my dear grandmother's possessions amongst the granddaughters - my sister, cousin Sarah-Jane and myself
time to paint the town!
"White or beige gloves are equally appropriate for any costume with which these colors will harmonize. Black gloves are always smart. Formal occasions do not demand, but somehow suggest, white gloves... A glove of the same color as the sleeve of your garment makes the arm look longer. A contrasting glove seems to shorten it. The length of glove is decided by current fashion and the length of the sleeve. Shortie gloves to 8-button length are normally worn on the street, in daytime, and for informal evenings. Long gloves are usually reserved for more formal occasions... Simple styles usually accessorize tailored ensembles, while dressy, decorated gloves accompany more formal clothes.
Bracelets may be worn over long gloves but never rings.
Gloves should be worn on the streets of cities and large towns, when going to church, to a luncheon, dinner or reception; to a dance, a wedding or an official function. They are also worn to a restaurant and in the theatre. Smart women usually wear gloves while travelling on a train or plane... or in any public conveyance.
Gloves must always be removed before eating, drinking, smoking, playing cards or putting on make-up. When lunching in a restaurant, a lady removes her coat but keeps on her hat and gloves when seated at the table...
"To be sure your gloves are fashion-right in color and style, wear Paris gloves... the gloves of good taste."
- Glove Etiquiette, compliments of Paris Gloves
I love spending time with the Holmes' side of the family... Truly, joy is brought to my life and a smile creeps across my face and laughter jumps from my mouth every time we're in the same room
my cousin Jordan said at dinner tonight that when he grows up to have kids, he'll convince them that Christmas should actually be celebrated on the 27th of December... That way, he can buy all their presents on sale on boxing day
(smile)
I think I'll chill with Dr. Davenport McGillicuddy II sometime soon... he's been living in the guitar case patiently whilst the days wane before school comes back, a time for which I cannot wait...
aerosol water?
teeheehee... (*sigh*) they will never cease to make me smile from ear to ear and back again
Taking this opportunity to enjoy the moment... no ranting and raving, it's not necessary right now... Just a velvet moment... with mint and chocolate and flickering within
Made my new year's resolutions already: to drink organic GM-free soy more often, and to discuss eating habits of myself and those around me less... that pesky self-righteous hypocrisy no doubt causes more trouble than 'tis worth
for something more philosophically challenging: Steve has something to say
fleece . bright sunlight . gas pedal . watch for signs . almost there .
I'm rainbow scarfing and Christmas concert a-going and it reminds me of good 'ol Public school days (shiver), when you'd get all excited about your big broadway number after the grade four's annual performance of "Le Père Noel", and the greatest part of the enterprise was the free cookies and timbits in the library that everyone would scarf down in anticipation and nervousness and someone would spill juice all over the front of her forest green velvet & lace dress with the ribbon around the waist and the rose on the collar (c'mon, every girl had one... unless 'twas a burgundy dress), worn - to be sure - with white leotards and patent leather maryjanes... what was my point? right: Christmas concerts. They get an A in my book.
Let's dash through the snow to the part of the story where the girl in the juice-stained green dress had to stand next to the boy who always made fun of her because she was short, even though he was the shortest boy in the class and that's why he was standing beside her in the first place, because the teacher always lined up the kids in order of height, so it was all he could find to tease her about just because that's what an elementary school boy did if he had a crush on a girl, and the entire time during the song she would roll her eyes up to the ceiling in disbelief and sigh in exasperation and think to herself "this is so lame."
Good thing dads have video cameras, so precious childhood humiliations like these can live on for years to come.
okay, a B+
[Pets?] Gregorian Chant... the fish of class and style
advent . snow on tree branches . lots of printer ink . "Gabriel" . Luz and Corey's beautiful wedding . waking up warm . Luke 1:26- 2:40, Matthew 1:18- 2:12 . photographs . cornflakes . snip, snip .
Let me be politically incorrect:
Having said that, I also believe that regardless of religious observances (which should ideally be remembered throughout the entire year and not just on a [few] magical day[s] should a person feel that it is a significant part of their life) - Look, I'm even being politically correct in my a-politically correct rant - , the winter season in and of itself presents a plethora of wonderful opportunities and items to celebrate, and I could rhyme off a million... So I think I'll enjoy the season for what it is, while keeping in mind the beautiful store window I so appreciate filled with Santas and toys really DOESN'T mean the "love" and "joy" that the holiday TV specials say they do. They can be wonderful accessories to this glorious time of year, Santas, reindeer, trees, lights, toys, boxes, bows, bells, if done tastefully and with loving care, I love them all lots and lots and lots, at times these can bring sincere joy to my heart... Let's be honest: Are they part of my personal celebration of the birth of Christ? not reeaally. But do they have to be? hmmm... no. They certainly add some seasonal spirit to the winter and gladness and merriment while my eyes see twinkling lights through flakes of snow, yes. Though everytime I hear what the world's "real" meaning of Christmas is [friends, family, "happiness", sale sale sale] I want to barf up the eggnog I was previously delightfully sipping and throw my hands up in the air and pray hard for the hollow souls that gobble up these lies like the turkey and stuffing filling the plates of the kids that got the newest gadget and tossed it off as soon as another box came along...
Do I sound bittersweet? Maybe I need the child within me to see the light and find the glow of anticipation that peeks through now and again... to remember not to get caught up in these trivial things... it's quite rendundant. Yet it's quite important. But that's what I'm thinking at this particular moment, and surely on the morrow I will gleefully jump into a plum pudding and scatter my joy about, so look out for flying jubilations, dear reader
currently somewhat confused about what to like or dislike,
sometimes I think I'm too comfortable.
sugar high
lovely lovely stirfry or a magical sparkling tree of white and pink and gold or a marvellous One of a Kind day or barefeet on a warm floor or winegums or Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker to soothe/exhilerate my nerves on the day of transit that I could have done without because when I'm not in the travelling mood it makes me grumpy or looking forward to my fluffy puppy dogs and Christmas tree makes me feel like the sugarplum fairy waltzing on a chocolate-coated coffee bean snowflake...
my my, that sounds rather violent, doesn't it?
2 sleeps till red lips & candles and fancy-ness
I'm not looking forward to going to sleep tonight, due to the fact that last night I had dreams about stabbing my own barbie-sized child with a can opener and there was a vampire and tomato sauce everywhere and then I kidnapped a baby and somehow convinced myself that 'twas mine... The night previous to that I was swimming in a huge pool of red liquid, and I couldn't tell whether it was blood or kool-aid, the texture was unique and sweet, but thick and warm. There was light at the surface, but I kept swimming
creepy? yes.
Red Sangria
Red maraschino cherries
raspberry cheesecake lighter than air
talk of cars and cirque du soleil... sigh
older friends checkin' out IKEA goods
what a great evenin'.
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. hair dresser, trained at the aveda training salon
. food and/or restaurant critic
. male personal shopper/ fashion advisor
. lipstick colour name giver... ooo.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
08:07 p.m.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
01:27 a.m.
most are the same, but some rearranged.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
03:31 a.m.
1. was lolling around like a cute blob of baby goodness
2. turned the pages of magazines and books with fascination at the pretty pictures... and pointed at strawberries in this one counting book quite often
3. liked to jump
4. stayed up late late late
3. apparently ate peas one by one with my fingers and laughed a lot at random thi... wait! my life hasn't changed!
1. had a big-eyed sister floating around
2. had a wicked awesome pink My Little Pony lunchbox
3. didn't want to play with the other kids at recess
4. playdoh!
1. was introduced to the world of cliques, kilts, breakfast cookies, chicks and Paul Frank
2. went to NYC... nice.
was this five or six years ago?
1. got out of the world of cliques, kilts, breakfast cookies, chicks and Paul Frank
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
01:31 a.m.
and gaze out the window at the sky & clouds illuminated after another sunshower
(to sit outside or on a patio was part of the original design, but rain sent us inside for our jazz-ily tuned pah-ty of two... and 'twas still just as delightful and lounge-y)
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Monday, April 19, 2004
03:16 a.m.
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Monday, April 19, 2004
02:46 a.m.
Saturday, April 17, 2004
11:18 p.m.
. it makes me really sad when i see that you are.
. all i can do is try
. man alive! i make the meanest improv salads
. i'd really like a camera, to take pictures of the best parts of my days
. greg is doing well
. oh, Pier One
Thursday, April 15, 2004
02:31 p.m.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
09:42 p.m.
and so can that vitamin C from the orange it can tear up the illness in your blood cells that are full of sickjuice right now and pulsate through the stream of fluid in your veins during the night so in the morning my head is full of mucus and it's not going anywhere until some magical hot steam makes it evaporate into the air that i'll be breathing and the water i'll be drinking in an attempt to clear my head and lungs but no, the juice is still there oozing dripping slowly between the white and red blood cells that look like fruity orange flesh y'know those packets of succulent liquid sunshine stuck together and explode under the slightest pressure like i feel my brain will soon but not before
outta this chair
and
walk
across
the room
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004
08:31 p.m.
the trying on of new things bought
the taking down of old wall pictures
and putting up new ones
Monday, April 12, 2004
12:18 a.m.
. I love Jesus. go, go, Easter.
. my parents need me way more than they think they do.
there are multiple fixtures/ appliances/ inconveniences around the house that can apparently only be fixed by me, the one with the smallest & nimblest hands, physical capabilities (ie: ladder climbing, pushing, lifting, moving), and technical or technological knowledge. The fact that I hold this place in my nuclear family kind of worries me. Having both known me and read that, does it perplex anyone else?
. oh my goodness, chocolate cream pie, oh my goodness.
. ... or maybe it just means I'm brighter and more amazing than I'm perceived to be. yup, that's it.
. people should bake dozens of cupcakes and buy flowers more often.
. my dogs are the cutest things in the universe and almost any animal reminds me of the fact that they are the cutest things in the universe.
. ... of course, I'm a genius.
. oh my goodness, balanced healthy mom-meals, oh my goodness.
. should really listen to Beck more often.
Tuesday, April 6, 2004
02:59 a.m.
très belle.
white wine. cosmopolitans. long black gloves. cherry lips. shiny sunglasses. class spilling over the rimmed sea of martini glasses upon la table. sa-wank. bat those lashes. sip that gin and lime. draped in black. point those stillettos.
Tuesday, April 6, 2004
02:34 a.m.
i dreamed I had eyelashes growing out of my gums.
not cool.
Saturday, April 3, 2004
03:21 a.m.
Saturday, April 3, 2004
02:49 a.m.
i wish to drift into the ocean like a bark-covered branch and roll and float and turn topsyturvy disintegrate slowly by the salt... peel, peel . salt that burns . stings the cuts and scrapes appear 'ere so often, when it's
green and blue all over again.
Friday, April 2, 2004
02:52 a.m.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
12:34 p.m.
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. item 1: every washroom should play music. some sort of jazz, or elevator music would be appropriate, so when you walk from the snazzy sounds of the Chapters' floor into the [currently static] washroom, it doesn't feel like you've entered a vacuous cube of uncomfortable girls trying to look and sound like they want to get out as soon as possible or else some catastrophic soundless force will swallow them whole
. item 2: ads on the back of doors. for yeast infection creams. pleasepleaseplease get out of my life.
. item 3: when women only rinse their hands for two seconds under the tap for fear that their nails might get water under them... now wouldn't that be annoying.
. item 4: flourescent lighting. anywhere.
Saturday, March 27, 2004
11:15 p.m.
"But mo-o-om, I wanted to take tennis..."
"No way. I'm living vicariously through you and spent too much on these turntables to have you front me like that!
Do it!"
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and I hope you treat that journal with your lovely word ideas and ramblings frequently m'dear... I sincerely enjoy a refreshing niki read oh-so-very much.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
02:31 a.m.
don't leave thiongs to the last minutw and rush them because then you;ll haveb to gho to the hospital witgh sliced up fingersz.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
02:52 p.m.
. I've given up any hope of eating today until my dad comes to take me out to dinnah {cheer}... I can't afford food myself until the morrow
. I'm on the hunt for decent hair bleach and dangly black earrings
. posters are fun.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
07:52 p.m.
I have come to appreciate discussion of "the space"
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
02:51 p.m.
I happened to mention my confusion of the Beatles' Hard Day's Night with a song by the Monkees. Yes, the Monkees.
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Sunday, March 14, 2004
04:46 a.m.
it's not about me me me... that's why I'm taking that class; to hear an opinion of a teacher and learn from it
I won't write too much here because I'd rather discuss it than rant it and end up saying something I can't back up properly. Basically parts (6/7) of this bill bring up certain artistic issues that make the point of the thing besides the point. a hundred times besides the point.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
04:10 a.m.
- silence -
Saturday, March 13, 2004
01:58 a.m.
Monday, March 8, 2004
02:08 a.m.
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Sunday, March 7, 2004
02:54 a.m.
très.
Friday, March 5, 2004
07:07 p.m.
Thursday, March 4, 2004
06:49 p.m.
maybe he'd had a bad cauliflower experience
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
06:55 p.m.
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
02:45 p.m.
It's interesting to me that he picked up on that, because I've been considering this lately, and it's a step I don't really want to take, but I know I should. should. should.
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
02:50 a.m.
Monday, March 1, 2004
01:54 p.m.
gold-capped teeth.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
02:45 a.m.
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Friday, February 27, 2004
03:18 a.m.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
02:14 p.m.
rrr to myself
b. put all of your music on random.
c. write down the first 30 songs played, no matter how embarrassing.
2. So Happy With You . Lamb
3. Consequence Free . Great Big Sea
4. This Years Love . David Gray
5. This is Your Life . The Juliana Theory
6. We Laugh Indoors . Deathcab for Cutie
7. Spiderman . They Might Be Giants
8. Don't Look Back in Anger . Oasis
9. Lover's Spit . Broken Social Scene
10. Escapee . DJ Krush
11. What Sound . Lamb
12. Dry Bones . Capstone
13. Lilac Wine . Nina Simone
14. My Glorious . Delirious?
15. Bittersweet Symphony . The Verve
16. Heaven Sent . Esthero
17. I Put a Spell on You . Creedence Clearwater Revival
18. Alive in 85 . Broken Social Scene
19. Red Letters . DC Talk
20. A Mind of her Own . Pedro the Lion
21. Glory Fades . Brand New
22. Nothing . Pedro the Lion
23. Champagne from a Paper Cup . Deathcab for Cutie
24. The Good Fight . Dashboard Confessional
25. Red . Treble Charger
26. Mrs. Robinson . the Lemonheads
27. Shampoo Suicide . Broken Social Scene
28. I Miss You So . Diana Krall
29. Breathe From Another . Esthero
30. The Man I Love . Billie Holiday
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
01:27 a.m.
Monday, February 23, 2004
01:21 a.m.
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Thursday, February 12, 2004
08:39 p.m.
This treasure box has made me more gleeful than anything has in a long time... delightfulness ensues.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
03:06 a.m.
How did you know?
Thursday, February 12, 2004
02:38 a.m.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
04:44 p.m.
good food . picking up quality pictures from a thought to be not-so-good film . Perrier . West African dance moves . cute boxer shorts . crossing things off a to-do list... relish! . book: Wide Sargasso Sea . random new friends . 80s music parties . theatre class . jumpin' on the bed on the cordless phone . fat fluffy marshmellows in hot chocolate . washers and nuts and bolts . moonlight through the curtains . studio down the hall . "I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning..." . bangles . teacups . collections of candleholders . buds on the trees . an inspiring gallery exhibit . photos of passing cars . a delicious salad . a freshly stretched canvas . freshly painted toenails . a book discussion . streetlamps . cherry or apple pie . dishwasher . cribbage . clacking typwriter keys . space . wrists . word: "device"
Saturday, February 7, 2004
05:54 p.m.
I just hate your words
Friday, February 6, 2004
03:42 a.m.
Wednesday, February 4, 2004
06:24 p.m.
If more doors were clearly marked no one would pull when they're supposed to push . mmmMagenta . Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn . mail adorned with shiny layers of packaging tape... and chocolates: my day has been made . chic a cherry cola . *squint* . velcro fractals! . So last night in my dream I was Topanga Lawrence, and I dumped Cory to go out with Shawn... Let's be honest. Jack is clearly the best catch, but since I was Topanga and my dream was going wherever it pleased, I really had no control over the situation.
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Thursday, January 29, 2004
05:18 a.m.
toothpaste? - I think not. Good thing Mr. Colgate has been brilliantly left on the dresser just for the occassion.
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y'know what I love? Pencil crayons.
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
01:13 a.m.
. hair all messed
. in a nest
. freshly pressed
. letters addressed
. yup, you guessed
. I'm the best
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in this vest?
then I said yes.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
02:06 a.m.
ah, galleries (crossing fingers), perogies and time
Sunday, January 25, 2004
04:14 a.m.
a heck of a lot of the time.
Then sometimes they falter,
and with a word I've been harkened back to grade 3, 4 and 5 (shiver); that ticket has been punched.
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. penpals
. chalking on the balcony
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is your whole life in the waiting
someday their heads are going to turn and they'll realize
you're missing
Saturday, January 24, 2004
03:22 a.m.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
11:06 a.m.
O o . This thought reminded me that I still need to take up (my lame attempts at) knitting again... hrm.
O o . It's kind of weird when someone tells you that he/she has a crush from afar on one of your friends... In this case, I got a tad giggly inside after being informed, because she's so very very cool and I know he is too... teehee
O o . like working on un-primed canvas
O o . Don't drop apples on the floor
O o . Instead of looking through a snow-covered car window, try looking at the individual snowflakes instead. twee!
O o . I'd like to insert something profound here, but... yah
Monday, January 19, 2004
01:26 a.m.
a surprise bowl of delicious Lucky Charms.
oh, Canada Post: how you keep us on our toes
Sunday, January 18, 2004
11:46 a.m.
My mom told me that someone told her that sunlight heals a room. Each time the dawn sneaks and peaks through the drape I'm reminded of this- she just wants to get in and heal and soothe like a visceral ointment in a room of dark and dust.
Go ahead, do your stuff
So, my utopian views of opening my curtains aside, I've got to wash my hair and start the day right.
the glittering letters must be sent
breakfast must be eaten
collaging makes my creative genius go 'round
and it's all so very good.
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It made me think that I would like to see more novelties
Friday, January 16, 2004
04:36 p.m.
Looking up at my own window everytime I'm walking past outside, to see if I'm there or not...
though I know I'm not the only one who does that
but all my sheets and things are being laundry-ed.
Monday, January 12, 2004
06:47 p.m.
ahem.
now that I've gotten the girly girl music thought out, I'll move to another: yoga time!
Monday, January 12, 2004
12:37 a.m.
in me
it's been growing
and I need a slice
heaps of grace
cups of truth
mix in patience, sensitivity, integrity, perseverence
and a pinch of understood
bake over a lifetime
Friday, January 9, 2004
03:40 a.m.
I pulled open my curtain, revealing a wall of frosted glass
my magical humidifier has coated the inside of my window with frozen moisture, creating a huge pane of ice
so I did what any playful spirit would do... I melted two handprints into it
Thursday, January 8, 2004
02:21 p.m.
If I were a sound, I would be: a toaster
If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Tim Burton
If I were a facial expression I would be: confused and amused
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Wednesday, January 7, 2004
03:00 a.m.
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retreating, creative camp planning, spring & summer trip possibilities, BC in February, but I still feel the need to surface in the residence pool again, and jump back onto the swing.
Saturday, January 3, 2004
05:55 p.m.
we went to JoAnne's health food store today... love being in health food stores, walkin' up and down the aisles of the weirdest bottles of stuff ever... mmm
Burt's Bees! Burt's Bees! Burt's Bees!
Friday, January 2, 2004
01:06 a.m.
It was a strange experience, digging through letters and cards and significant tokens of events I've enjoyed... some of the stuff I found was beyond my memory, I even said a few times "Who was this from? I can't remember who this is!" Apparently I had a few friends whom I now cannot recall, even by their last names. snob.
It's really weird to read stuff written about and to ones' self and other stuff written by ones' self in a context other than the awkward grade nine nerd that self used to be. But it needed to be done sometime and I reminisced... For a few fleeting minutes at a time I regretted ever wishing that the years of my life between ages 5 and 16 would be obliterated... There were some nice memories here and there
greatly. greatly. greatly.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2003
03:41 p.m.
I've recently acquired some delightful things of old, including a splendid collection of pretty teacups, along with the rest of my extensive American Beauty tea and china set... the pattern of scattered pink roses and gold trim, 'tis quite the fancy spread (my grandmother had three sets of china... convenient since there are three granddaughters)
& a classy plethora of lovely gloves... long black gloves a-la-Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's gloves and smaller white tea gloves, some with piping, some with embroidery, beads, stitching... 'twas quite the delicious find, the drawer of lovely gloves
some crystal goblets and glasses and tea set (oooo!)
& a collection of sparkly brooches that no one can scoff at
A lady never takes off her gloves while shaking hands... and never asks that her gloves be excused. (Of course, this is excepted is she is wearing soiled gardening gloves, or the like... in which case she says she is sorry she can't shake hands.)"
circa 1950/1960
Friday, December 26, 2003
12:42 a.m.
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
03:13 p.m.
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Saturday, December 20, 2003
09:18 p.m.
Guess what! cuddly fuzzy sweaters!
Thursday, December 18, 2003
02:16 p.m.
Monday, December 15, 2003
12:05 a.m.
[ Shape ] parallelogram... er no, an octagon to be precise
[fruit cake] um, yeeeah...
[ Been in a wreck? ] in a shipwreck, yes... it's hard to be a pirate nowadays without experiencing one or two
-smirk-
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Saturday, December 13, 2003
09:17 p.m.
I love Christmas. Christmas. Christ. mas. I'm all for the typical Canadian politically-correct-respect-everyone's-beliefs-and-traditions ideal we live with throughout the year, sure I'm down with eclecticity and variety... it's great... but when it gets to the point when I hear John Mayer on the radio wishing listeners a "Happy Non-Denominational holiday", and it's expected to bring me yuletide cheer, I think it's also about time to realize that our tip-toe society and it's watered down warped ideas about what makes a "happy holiday" for everyone just won't cut it for me. It makes me sad to think that our culture has made such a lame effort to harmoniously combine Kwanzaa, Christmas, Hanukkah and every other holy-day celebration, in order that no one become offended about any of them, that we've created a royal mess of these traditions, none of which are properly represented in the mishmash of paper thin descriptions we readily accept... Where's the TRUTH? baaaaaaaaaaaah.
and I can be as guilty as all this
and I will celebrate what I know through all this
and I will bask & thrive in the joy and love that comes from above through all this
xo moi
Monday, December 8, 2003
03:04 a.m.
Sunday, December 7, 2003
01:23 a.m.
crash and burn
cedar bark
slowly kindle
caffeine buzz
aaaand... stop.
╙→ but I want to smash a hideous piñata right now
quick, someone find me a piñata and a bat
and I will smash smash smash something
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Friday, December 5, 2003
05:17 a.m.
Friday, December 5, 2003
04:47 a.m.
#E0FFFF |
Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation. |
. o O _________________ or __________________ O o .
#00FFFF |
[Same dominant hues as light cyan] Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. [see light cyan]. |
ok, so I'm a dork and do short "revealing" things like this twice. (in fact, I guess I'm a dork if I do these in the first place & then proceed to post them. well all in good fun, cupcake.)
truly, I am awesome. between an aqua and cyan awesome...?
hmm... (shrug)
the spacefem.com html color quiz
I am a huge hypocrite and a jerk
Let's remedy.
"Your state of mind should demand at least as much attention as your hair."
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It's all-consuming... makes me feel peaceful and satisfied and unsatisfied and aggrivated and anticipatory and fearful and appreciative and amazed and overwhelmed all at once... hmm.
We'll just have to see what happens... I'll hope it to be useful
steal my thoughts
So I'm finished this semester... the next few weeks are mine in which to indulge... or to make good use of time
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would like to take up knitting again . would like to have a spelling bee . would like to quilt . One of a Kind Show!
In open fields of wild flowers, she breathes the air and flies away...
sparkling firework waterfalls . sipping cherry flavoured liquid comets . falling snow . fluttering featherlashes . bubble bath music . simple .
The world is an oyster . a beautiful dark oyster .
Remember to say thank you
I've been staying alive with advil and ruby red grapefruit juice
had another 6 minute laughing fit today, it feels good to go terribly crazy every now and again... or quite often, as the current case may be
scrolling mouse . kleenex . the industrial revolution . shimmering .
I would like to notice people more often.
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what a crazy day... turns out our stone sculptures are due next Friday, not on December 2nd like I previously understood...
well, it's nice to have fond memories before the upcoming week of torturous brutality consumes my life... if I allow it
I just came back from dinner with my dad. My dad. I can't remember a time when we've had an arranged dinner together, just the two of us, other than on a roadtrip to the cottage or at the occassional ball game... It's not a regular occurence...
And I realized something: I can actually talk to my dad. He's a neat guy. I've never thought of him otherwise, really... But you know those moments when you see glimpses of people in different ways?
Lydia, you are such a nerd.
squid (skwid) ,n. [[prob. (squit, dial. for SQUIRT]] a long, slender sea mollusk with eight arms and two long tentacles
squiggle (skwig'el) n. [[SQU(IRM) + (W)IGGLE]] a short, wavy line or illegible scrawl - vt., vi. -gled, -gling to write as, or make, a squiggle or squiggles
squint (skwint) vi. [[(a) squint, with a squint (ME on skwyn sideways]] 1. to peer with the eyes partly closed 2. to be cross-eyed -n. 1. a squinting 2. a being cross-eyed 3. [inf.] a quick look
squirrel (skwûrl, skwr-) n. [[(Gr skia, shadow + oura, tail]] 1. a small, tree-dwelling rodent with heavy fur and a long, bushy tail 2. its fur
Strange... 'twas dark and rainy all day, but now 'tis 4:43 in the afternoon, and the sky is glowing
y'know what was great? - The Saves the Day/TBS/Moneen concert last night
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"99 dreams I have had
Song lyrics by Kevin McAlea, 1984.
To all of you lovelies that read these frequently opaque ramblings of mine, thanks... you each are wonderful and special and uniquely made in many a way... 'Twas prompted this evening to think upon all of those who've influenced my life, it's both an emancipating and cathartic experience, thinking of those landmark folk that shape onesself... I suppose everyone whom one meets alters a character in various different ways, but let's try and think of people who are truly significant, shall we?
For now I wish you bright mornings, perfect songs, genuine smiles, cozy sweaters, a wink or two, and a scrumptious slice of luminous mirangue pie.
Careful not to lose your mittens, kittens.
I'm really enjoying
Powderfinger right now... Their music is deliciousdelightcious .
I have a renewed inspiration for the poultry paintings, since my sister called and told me about the chickens at her school
fragmented like the humid and dry airs in here pull me in different directions because it's nice to strech and reach this way and that but how long can I keep it and what's taking you so long while I sit here feeling fine no more than fine for now, quite a while now and it's unique as all melts into something completely new and these prayed upon collected stars will make my dreams come true once they're out of the net tossed into the deep indigo water to either float sink or reflect as they please but it's not a whim by any stretch of the imagination and till then it's dark while light and soft while quite scratched to find something new and I'll wait till the oven tells me what's done and the mitts come out to ease it won't snap don't worry I'm looking forward to this but it does mean some waiting
you?
Come and rescue me
You drift away so slow
In all the hidden pleasures you find
I can barely see up and down and back again
Recreate the scene
If everybody knows just who you are
- powderfinger
must sleep in sparkles more often
Julia C, you never cease to amaze with the amount of quiz information you repeatedly fill out... I myself prefer the "selective" approach - It keeps them both concise and interesting
Current taste: tedious.
another precious waste of space! wee!
crème brû·lée (krehm broo-LAY). n. a chilled custard topped with a crust of caramelized sugar. [French, burnt cream : crème, cream + brûlée, burnt, feminine past participle of brûler, to burn.]
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the 8 months of hair growing has come to a fantastic conclusion (the 10-year plan has been postponed... or altered). 'twas a bittersweet parting of ways for me and the flippy-outty-ness, but I think we'll get over it...
messy!
Just meandered into my room after the evening, having left it to bake whilst the window was closed due to the earlier rain... it was hot. Unless you leave the window open at all hours of the day and night in this building, you'll develop parched skin, a sandy carpet, and a cactus growing here or there around your room... I found a tumbleweed under my bed yesterday and had to get the scorpions to chase it away... Let's be honest.
sweet . sweet . sweet .
took a deep breath
enjoyed the scent of such air. The fragrance was beautiful, floral even. It wasn't from fabric softener coming from the laundry room outside (which is always pleasant in and of itself might I add). Now my door is rattling because the air exchange makes it want to dance
delicious, Odysseus.
tralalalaluminescent
mid-morning nap
The moon tonight was enigmatic . eerie . elegant . encircled in the sky by a huge glowing white ring of light... natural phenomenon worthy of stopping to just gaze... did you see it?
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So I've been having a pretty contemplative day... Freedomize got me especially thinking about my life and priorities... I was feeling like I missed a lot of things and the way they used to be, even though I know they're perfectly put away to be appreciated & remembered fondly...
There's so much more than the everyday we live...
We're The Glorious Ones/ The Glorious Ones/ forever in the sun We are/ The Glorious Ones/ And tonight we are the strangers/ in the darkness underground/ we have eternal things in our hands/ and tomorrow we rise/ so wise
5 am . just saw the newspapers being delivered in the front foyer... so that's how they get there .
. clean hair... or slightly dirty hair... perfectly productized hair... or hair that's just plain good...
ok.
It just occured to me how very surface this journal seems...
Something else I hate:
accidentally getting a bunch of Monet books from the library when intending to find information on Manet... Why did they have to paint the same subjects?
Laura got me to name things I hated. Then Dan had to think of things he loved, and Laura had to think of things towards which she was indifferent... not an easy task, mon ami...
. styrofoam
loud guy and loud girl are outside in the quad again. Loud guy is a big guy. His voice projects bigger and farther than any I have ever heard. Loud girl is small and shrill. She cackles intensely... even more intensely than myself. It is near impossible to endure. They like to chill out in the quad. too often I dare say, considering combined they make the most noise outside than anyone... and the quad, even if you're talking at a normal voice level, is not a quiet space to begin with... noise reverberates off these walls like nobody's business. How convenient that they decide to spend their time here now, when I have sleep and work to do... rrr.
Maybe my frustrations would be solved if I realized the world didn't revolve around me.
In other news, I watched a squirrel build its nest today... it was fascinating how intricate a nest this fluffy little squirrel could create, without glue, hammers, nails, plans; just by instinct it formed a home for itself... watch a squirrel sometime... they're neat.
The rain sounds wonderful outside, it makes the trees twinkle.
perhaps loud guy and loud girl will get rained upon. oh no.
How splendid is it to be?
I am awake. It is 3 am. I haven't gone to bed (save last night) before 3 am for the past two weeks, or probably since September... This can't be right, nor can it be healthy... I think people were originally designed to get sleepy and go to bed whenever it got dark and then wake at the rising of the sun... What happened?... Too often I don't rise "early in the morning [and] celebrate the light..." perhaps when Suzanne calls I can appreciate the morn before 11 am...
Yet here I sit, in front of my computer on which I've been typing for hours (the Robert Frost essay is beautiful and complete - I can't believe I ever complain about essays)... but you know what? This computer is going to sleep tonight too... and the night is marvellous.
I heard a guy talk tonight about his week-long experience at a monestary... silence. reflection. growth. real growth. would love something like this...
Regardless of such a rant, I am quite pleased tonight... no apparent reason... like the pleased feeling I used to get as a kid when I jumped into my pajamas with feet, when my parents took my sister and I to someone elses' house for an evening visit... We'd go over for dinner, hang around for a while, and then, pajama time! I loved it muchly... it meant getting to drive home in our pajamas, and this was delightful... cozy, unique, going home, wearing pajamas, with feet, curled up in the back seat...
why on earth did I think of that?
i miss you.
weed'y adj. -i.er, -i.est 1 full of weeds 2 of or like a weed
Have you ever wondered why those days exist
I burn like a good bonfire
The time is long overdue for us
Burn like a good bonfire
Burn like a good bonfire
The time is long overdue for us cleaving all of our souls
Burn like a good bonfire
Burn like a good bonfire
- "Bonfire", Lamb
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Leigh: could throw some rocks right about now.
I can be such a girl sometimes
I feel vibrant.
learning about elegies this morning in English brought a melancholy shadow over my already repugnant day, but it could not in any way compare to the joy I found in our West African drumming performance this afternoon... The dancing and drumming and harmonies shattered that dark glass mood...
percussion?
tremendous.
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Perhaps the novelty of writing here will soon wear off; so far I've found it only encourages me to write more outside of this black screen...
superlative sensations: sinking your hands into pumpkin seeds seperated from the goo
waking up from a good nap with messy voluminous hair...
hearing my grandfather tell stories of when he was a boy
too bad this particular moment feels bleak.
I love Queen Street... 'twas such a refreshing change from campus for a day... perhaps my thoughts of things [I think] I need consume me sometimes, like fanciful desires for leg warmers . glass martini shakers . scarves . shoes . but I certainly do appreciate a good-looking shirt . an attractive sofa . sweet stationary . a gem or two .
I wonder if that's what the curled up sleeping homeless guy was thinking, keeping himself warm with a shabby pink blanket whilst resting his head on a black duffel bag... the colours of his "accessories" matched perfectly the elegantly adorned mannequines in the pristine glass window beside him...
probably not
real?
we saw a dude informing his shopping companion about the elements of style in a store today:
[we decided he was an] Urban Hip-Hop magazine editor/ stylist: "...so, you've got to understand that to go for the Phat Farm look, their shoe influence came from adidas, who put out the first original shell toe sneaker [pulls said sneaker off wall and describes the elements]... the lines, shell toes..."
Look at all those fancy clothes
Maybe moderation really is the key to harmony in the universe... maybe it's appropriate viewpoint... in a large dose
can you find that in a Roots store?
Sadly LUSH is gone. [or so I thought]
my hall smells like brownies it makes me smile inside
had the most scrumptious nap today... There are few things that make me more pleased than a good nap, I think Dan would agree... glorious.
Something was on my mind in the space between sleep and wake... nine year old missing girl... It makes me upset
sigh
saw a commercial with a fantastic looking kid wearing a toque sitting in a large lofty apartment overlooking the mountains, painting on the floor a watercolour landscape... I'd name him Xavior
I want to try more photography . more visits . more chalk drawings . more focus . more looking out of windows and breathing a circle of fog and writing clever little things . more gypsies . more pretty princess-ing . more gloss . more scratches . more class . I miss England . how do I go about doing this? . mittens . coats . m.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And both that morning equally lay
I shall be telling this with a sigh - "The Road not Taken", Robert Frost
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sublime adj. [[(L sub-, up to + limen, lintel]] 1 noble, exalted; exalted 2 inspiring awe or admiration - vt. -limed',-lim'ing, SUBLIMATE (vt.1) - sub-lim-i-ty
We've learned in Modern art history that the Romantic notion of the sublime is a combination of simultaneous pain and pleasure, and nature's overwhelming vastness and power in relation to humanity...
I feel seperated from the world sometimes... Right now for example...
It makes me feel quiet.
In our lives, we’re separated from corpses, so you think, Oh, that’s where death is. And there’s a sort of respect. And then when you get to the mortuary and you
look at [the cadavers]... The people aren’t there. There’s just the objects... I think there’s something wrong [with death being a taboo subject]. That’s what’s interesting about it... [Westerners] live in the future, don’t we? As a society. We don’t live in the present. ‘Ah, it’ll all be better tomorrow. Don’t worry’... It’s all based in the future. Because we’re all afraid of dying. Because it’s the only solid thing... It boils down to death. I mean, we’re __ dying...It’s so delicious, so beautiful, so fabulous. You don’t have to buy a __ microscope to see how fabulous it is. The real gear, the real stuff we’re living in, rots. And things that rot are so __ colourful... It doesn’t make sense... everything’s about celebrating [and] living
Beautiful. Intricate. Fantastically made. Versatile. Unique. Inevitable. Temporary. drawn __________________ O o .
Esoteric. I suppose those lost entries can just be fond memories that got blown away by the breeze... and only a few privileged people got a chance to read them... (smirk)
I'm going to bake pumpkin bread
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Jazz . martinis . cranberries . vanilla . falling asleep to a violin being played outside the window . caramel . tons of pillows . i-de-a n. [[L(Gr, appearance of a thing]]1 a thought; mental conception or image 2 an opinion or belief 3 a plan; scheme 4 meaning or significance
i-den-ti-ty n.,pl.-ties 1 the state or fact of being the same 2a) the state or fact of being a specific person or thing; individuality b) the state of being as described
Loomis art store is delightful... I think Santa Claus must shop there... different people... same supplies... fathomless possibilities... treasure... on a shelf... with pricetags... tools, textures, surfaces, substances that have potential meaning... such potential in each... unique in their approach and application... but they don't mean anything without the touch of the artist, the guide whose plan is manifested in the completed masterpiece... To be created, a work needs a creator... - I think if I were an art supply I would like to be a sketchbook... rough thoughts scibbled on paper, multiple ideas thrown onto messy charcoal-covered sheets, workings-out of concepts, definition of lines, shadows, shapes and the evolution of a blank page to a coherent message... disregarded ideas, innovative breakthroughs, something to look back on and see how far the work has come... it might be kind of melancholy to be a sketchbook... maybe I'd be a crayon... a blue one...
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the surface of a new bulletin board . floating tealights . warm hands . curling leaves . fresh paper . the word "plastic" . filled .
Thursday, December 4, 2003
03:25 a.m.
I ignore my own advice and take that which should be ignored
multiple personality? yup, that's me
I feel like both this and that
Tuesday, December 2, 2003
02:11 a.m.
Monday, December 1, 2003
01:02 a.m.
What to do with this mind of mine? - This strange, imperfect and complex bank of knowledge/experience/concepts/randomness that is mine? Is that mine?
Right now smells like gingerbread, tastes like soft warm laughter and makes me think of photographs & brooches & cups of tea.
had an enjoyable dinnah this evening, 'twas quite the nice intimate gathering, celebrating Luz and her loveliness... quite an enjoyable weekend actually, marked by good food and people...
peaches . pancakes . soup . pizza . cookies . vegetarian potluck .
Friday, November 28, 2003
11:32 p.m.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
02:01 a.m.
Monday, November 24, 2003
11:42 a.m.
Saturday, November 22, 2003
03:03 a.m.
-grumble, grumble, grumble-
Good thing this afternoon/evening was enjoyable avec
mark! . Second cuppin' treats . Some enchanting works at the Art Gallery of Ontario . The winter wonderland that is the Bay at Christmas time . candle shopping . sushi .
and helping ourselves to the multitudes of magnificent paper available to everyone in the Centre for Fine Arts... mmm... huge sheets of quality paper, free!
(shaking my fist) Look out week, here I come
Thursday, November 20, 2003
09:01 p.m.
Don't tell them this quite yet, but I came to the realization a couple weeks ago that if my mom was my age, I think we could be friends... tonight I think I saw that in my dad. Weird. Being friends with my parents? When did that happen?
Then we went back to "Dad-and-daughter" mode, and went to STAPLES so he could buy me a printer cartridge, something I would have paid for myself on the weekend *wink*... thanks, Dad.
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SIDEBAR: Going to STAPLES is like Christmas... Ask anyone who's stepped into the store with me, I go nuts for office supplies. Take me down the aisles of pens, staplers, post-it notes, paper... *siiiiigh*
Maybe I feel this way because every September Bob would take my sister and me school supplies shopping and basically set us loose in STAPLES with a cart and our horribly gluttonous lists... and the love for good office supplies was manifested in a frenzy of paperclips, new pencil crayons and highlighters 'a plenty...
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
04:39 p.m.
golden.
It is a bright, warm coloured light... the clouds are drifting and the birds are chirping their hearts out as though 'twere 6am... awww
y'know what else is great?
washing the concert smell out of my hair...
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standin' pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenier
Just to prove the world was here...
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go."
Monday, November 17, 2003
01:41 a.m.
Take a hand . make a wish . say a prayer like I do for you . and sigh . You are meant for something .
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Saturday, November 15, 2003
10:12 p.m.
m.m.m. how good.
understood?
for keeps
From in the water deep
Careful now don't lose your aim
The road ahead is clear again
I haven't found it yet
In the ebb and flow
So I landed on my feet
The steadiness is bittersweet
It feels the same when you're pushed
Out and away and into the crush
In what you're looking for
I hope that you remember that pride
Comes before a fall
Despite what you believe I keep away from trouble
If who I am today's a sign of where I'm going
I'm ready to embrace
Of everywhere you've been
Overcome the dreaded curse
A symptom of the universe
It feels the same when you're pushed
Out and away and into the crush
When your walk on role becomes a major part
Have you ever attempted to be yourself
When everybody wants you to be someone else
Up and down and back again
Going up and down and back again
Friday, November 14, 2003
04:15 a.m.
must shine like a star in the heavens
must begin to entertain ideas of snowangels
Friday, November 14, 2003
04:06 a.m.
Current hair: messy!... and just freshly pillowed (surprised?)
Current clothes: a cute little black dress, fuzzy wrap sweater, white tights and the black maryjanes
Current annoyance: money... and consequently my bank.
Current desktop picture: an explodingdog picture entitled
"I hate technology"
Thursday, November 13, 2003
02:25 a.m.
always find such satisfaction in cutting my own hair... provides me great delight each time it magically turns out remotely attractive (shrug), or, I just don't care if it's messy as I'll get out
Seriously, it was a mistake for having closed the window earlier, so I opened it. I've never felt so refreshed after opening a window. The air whooshed in ravenously, and it was sweet.
tonight every door in the hall is rattling
because the windows are open.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
02:08 a.m.
nacho goodness with Ashley
singin' out loud to Ronan Keating (truly am a shameless pop princess)
Talkin' to me mum and dad
Thai food
Thai conversation (and more)
spee-len-did.
Monday, November 10, 2003
03:13 a.m.
perhaps that's what made me cry.
My eyes were brimming with sad tears, I was laughing at the same time, and it was one of those confusing moments that I couldn't put my finger on why... normally I'm good at concealing these, but it just happened...you know when you don't want to cry, but
just need to? (but it still didn't quite happen)
poor Dan and Derek, they thought I was starting to cry because I was with them... (nope, it wasn't)
kind of refreshing sometimes that boys don't know what to do with crying girls... I think that's why I was laughing...
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oh man... Blizzard is something I cannot wait for.
-"The Glorious Ones", Tree63
Saturday, November 8, 2003
04:59 a.m.
a good conversation has inspired me to compile a list of some things I love, mind you this is a concise pillow book entry, considering 'tis late and there are so many things I appreciate that it's impossible to list them all...
. ruby red grapefruit
. my rainbow scarf
. singing along to pop music in the car
. my parents... as people
. seeing a woman who can pull off red lipstick
. Phil Collins' songs
. the word "phantasmagoria"
. recycling
. smartfood popcorn
. having someone that you see on a regular basis smile and tell you "You're always in such a good mood whenever I see you"
. hidden meanings that make you go "oooh..." after you find them
. having someone scratch your back in a hug
. worship
. seats in cars that warm up
. a good wrestle
. camp people
. drawing intensely, and making a mess... with charcoal
. bed
. moments of exhilerating realization
. snow falling on eyelashes and shoulders
. in the midst of writing a deliciously satisfying essay
. roasted almonds
. clementines
. Sarah's coming to visit!
. thesaurus
. getting mail
. q-tips
. cookies
. being out-of-doors... when it is warm... just to be gleeful and barefoot
. Gregorian Chant
. catching up with friends
. laughter laughter laughter
. labelling inanimate objects
. office supplies
. a good Beastie Boys tune or two
. tea parties
. writing letters
. pop-up books
Thursday, November 6, 2003
06:37 a.m.
it's 6:30 am
i just finished my essay . the sky is blue again . the carton of milk that i got out to drink at 1 has gone sour . i dumped it down the sink . i feel like i smell horrible . i don't know why i'm typing more . how?
kept on thinking to myself: "ok Lydia, just stay up all night, like you did at frosh week, you can do it, you've done it before. it was fun." so i've somehow convinced myself that i just had my own mini-personal-essay-writing frosh week here in front of my computer all night. weird. warped. now i'm not tired . but i'm going to class today . and i'm feelin' good . but i'll probably pay for it since i'm portering late tonight . pub night . oi.
had it not been for my precious amélie soundtrack (which i think has been playing about 10 times over by now), i'd be poured down the sink like that sour milk.
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
04:36 p.m.
yet these things I discuss are the small things on my mind, and anything else I'd rather not write down... an online journal doesn't have to be extraordinarily profound or soul-revealing (if it did, I'd be in severe trouble)... mine's just about this and that... and it all has meaning, it does
and if you enjoy it, good
if you think it's lame, fine
if you laugh, très bien
cry, tell me why
and think less of me because ___, I think that's lame
and that is all.
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
02:19 a.m.
and why am I spaced out beyond all reason?
Tuesday, November 4, 2003
10:44 p.m.
I don't normally think of things I hate too much, but I'll record them just for good measure, and make my things-i-love list even longer next time:
. penny loafers
. when teachers don't erase the blackboard completely and leave bits of whatever was written before... especially when they proceed to write on top of it
. unnecessary profanity
. people touching my feet
. conversations without eyecontact
. scrunchies
. shoulder pads
. crunchy curly hair
. When people make fun of Jesus... while knowing that it bugs me(cough)
. chapped lips
. the fact that I bite my nails
. dirty windshields... or when it rains, and the driver doesn't wipe away the raindrops often enough... then it gets so spattered that you can hardly see through the glass... it makes me anxious and want to explode, but the wipers usually swish across just in the nik of time
. stray eyebrows
. bitterness
. feeling cold
. when cashiers put the change on top of the bill... rrr
. if you can tell that someone's being fake
. my shirt getting caught on my belt
. empty toilet paper rolls
. the fact that too many people, if they read this, would proceed to make a conscious effort to do these things around me just to get a reaction
. invicta backpacks.
Monday, November 3, 2003
06:03 p.m.
Monday, November 3, 2003
03:11 a.m.
Too much "living" happened? We're not all farmers anymore... no longer having lives that are centered around and encourage growth - growing food, families, knowledge, ourselves, growing the spirits of others around us, growing our soul, growing... we think about growing waistlines, profits, houses, work work work... is this "living"? Not likely. How about I be more pessimistic?
Sunday, November 2, 2003
02:07 p.m.
Saturday, November 1, 2003
12:34 p.m.
When life just seems to be the conspiracy against you
I don't know where the answers lie
But I try not to get hung up on the questions
In whatever I do
I burn like a good bonfire
And I know I'll come through
As cleaving all of our souls
We all get so complicated in our lives
When walking just walk, when sitting just sit when being just be
Above all don't stray from your chosen path
In whatever you do
Burn like a good bonfire
And I know you'll come through
In whatever you do
Burn like a good bonfire
And may peace come to you
We all get so complicated in our lives
In whatever you do
Just burn like a good bonfire
And I know you'll come through
In whatever you do
Burn like a good bonfire
And may strength flow through you
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
01:47 p.m.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
02:42 a.m.
Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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disclaimer: I'm not of the believing/worshiping-multiple-gods persuasion, I'll save that for just One
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Tuesday, October 28, 2003
02:08 a.m.
walking in a half state of consciousness (still drunk on sleep, that is), having someone affectionately say "aww, look at what the cat dragged in..." is a wonderful confirmation of nap quality
Sunday, October 26, 2003
01:47 a.m.
pink and black! The hottest colours of the season!
Other guy nods in agreement/comprehension
"So shoes don't need to match the pants or the jersey... you just got to piece it together..."
rad.
but these could keep us warm just like those
and what about your soul is it cold
is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold
and cars and phones and diamond rings (bling bling)
those are only removeable things
and what about your mind does it shine
or are there things that concern you more than your time
- "gone", Jack Johnson
Saturday, October 25, 2003
04:24 a.m
Saturday, October 25, 2003
03:42 a.m
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To Where it bent in the undergrowth;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Friday, October 24, 2003
03:17 a.m.
Thursday, October 23, 2003
08:48 p.m.
- Damien Hirst
Monday, October 20, 2003
06:10 p.m.
Monday, October 6, 2003
07:34 p.m.
p . my .
. . cute .
i . try .
. listen . tweet . tweet .
n . look .
. . see? .
k . oooh .
. . very .
l . nice .
. . and .
i . fresh . fresh . fresh .
. . wink .
n . find .
. . bing .
k . tee .
. . niki .
s . lola .
. . sweet . sweet .
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B.l.u.e.l.i.n.k.s.
. m .
mal.le.a.ble (mal'e a bel) adj. [[( L malleus, a hammer]] 1 that can be hammered, pounded, or pressed into various shapes without breaking 2 adaptable -mal'le.a.bil'i.ty n.
. D .
der.rick (der'ik) n. [[after Thos. Derrick, London hangman of the early 17th c.; orig. applied to a gallows]] 1 a pivoted beam for lifting and moving heavy objects 2 a tall framework, as over an oil well, to support drilling machinery, etc.
. d .
dap.per (dap'er) adj. [[MDu, nimble]] 1 small and active 2 trim, neat, or dressed stylishly
. J .
join (join) vt., vi. [[( L jungere]] 1 to bring or come together (with); connect; unite 2 to become a part or member of (a club, etc.) 3 to participate (in a conversation, etc.)