we were swallowing panic

2010-09-03T22:18:00.002-05:00

Finally here, I've made it this far and now I'm trying so hard to keep it together. As hard as it is to admit it to myself, I came here because of you and I miss you more than you'll ever know.

2010-05-31T21:46:00.002-05:00

Street hockey balls don't bounce.

I realized this today at Canadian Tire. I tried and some man laughed at me when I looked down at the un-bounced ball, defeated.

An inch is better than a mile.

2010-03-31T17:41:00.002-05:00

This blog has never been one to convey my current state of emotions and woes, and I've always made sure that I wouldn't do that. But somehow I feel the urge to write and write about my state of affairs because at this point in my situation I don't know if I'm moving forward or backwards and having this here to post may be a good thing to look back at and say Kim, you fucking made it and look where you are now. (Me trying to be optimistic).

In light of my brimming sadness I went on a day trip to Fargo to hunt for junk, good junk. It kept me busy but generated morose thoughts. It was nice to be with good people and to do something that I enjoy, but I used to do all this with him, and those memories would flood back despite how hard I would push them back and try to turn that switch off.............tbc.

So, I said I would continue on with this post, but this subject/topic really makes me tired physically and emotionally. I really don't feel like opening this door again, and again and again. I'll just let it marinate in my head I suppose. This was sort of a tbc in it's own way.

2010-03-16T02:52:00.014-05:00

Unit Black Flight - Tragedy on the 4th floor

Maybe one day in I can look back and say, "yeah, those were the fat days."

2010-01-18T00:40:00.002-06:00

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I couldn't start it,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me nervous,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.

I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.

The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm stunned, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.

And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops
I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
You're smaller than my wife imagined,
Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn't be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?

When someone great is gone.
We're safe, for the moment.
Saved, For the moment.

2009-12-08T00:26:00.010-06:00

"That's life for you," said McDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more." - R. Bradbury, The Fog Horn

M.Weaver

videosex

2009-12-04T18:26:00.002-06:00

Pandoras box

2009-12-02T16:14:00.000-06:00

Getting inebriated with you may have proved to be a bad decision.

Someone is going to find out.

2009-11-25T13:08:00.004-06:00

The other day a friend complained how hard it was to write a paper, it being her first academic paper in years, she was merely expressing how difficult it was with things like procrastination and text citing that were obstructing production. I said I'd help if she needed it, but after saying it I realized wtf, how did I even graduate?

Seriously, an undergrad degree in Psychology, how? When I'm reviewing/editing my resume, applying for degree related jobs, when people question my education and what I finished with I feel like a complete fraud. I don't even think I've retained any real information from the years I've been in university. I should be proud to say that I did it, sure I am, but it still baffles me how I actually accomplished it. Accomplished - overrated. Half way in I decided that, really..I hate people (to some extent). So on that note, dear friend I cannot help you with your paper, I suck.

2009-11-23T17:42:00.001-06:00

Love affair?

Kim is a pussy.

2009-07-19T23:28:00.010-05:00

I think I've confirmed that I can't handle blood, most especially if I am the one bleeding. It makes me feel queasy, and if I don't make a conscious effort to not think about it, it is most likely that I will successfully faint. I have had two incidents, where this has happened. The first was when I was at an old job that I had, but that's a whole different story. The second, which was pretty recent, was at a super cheap asian (I had to add that, because clearly I'm prejudice and I'm asian so I can) nail salon.

I needed a cheap and fast pedicure, and this place was one of the few that would take my friend and I at the hour we were requesting. Key word here: Cheap. So, I was getting my pedicure, relaxing, sitting in that spa chair thing not really paying attention and playing with my phone. She was cutting away the cuticle on my feet, doing her thing, when suddenly she's says, "oh it hurt? It hurt?" Me: "wtf, are you talking about it hurt?" I look down and my toe is bleeding. It's pooling on the side of the nail, not a lot, but enough that seeing it makes me feel so gross inside. Awesome. She then proceeds to wipe it up with a tissue, puts some sort of green oriental ointment on it, all foreign, and it's still not exactly going away. Ignores, what's going on and moves on to the next toe. I'm like omg wtf is going on. I'm watching all of this. I even text my friend Elaine, who is sitting next to me. "uhhhh my toe is bleeding."

I keep thinking about this, that my toe is bleeding and I start slowing feeling nauseous and my head kind of starts spinning. My fingers start tingling and I can't really feel them anymore. At this point I know what's happening to me and I'm trying really hard to not make a scene and conceal the fact that I'm about to faint. I kinda just lean to the side and try to look like 'Im 'relaxing' and in the 'zone'; but really I'm taking deep slow breathes. It doesn't help that it smells like toxic chemicals in the salon and that my lungs were probably being poisoned. Then it feels like someone has covered my hears and I can't really hear anything around me, it sounds super muffled and my upper lip is fucking breaking a cold sweat. It was so intense. Somehow, I managed to contain myself and not faint, but it was definitely a struggle. Thank GAWD I didn't faint.

BUT...fucking bitch charged me full price! like, BITCH YOU FUCKING CUT ME, this shit should be FREE! Annnnnd, she says next time I shouldn't cut my toe nails so short and have them long. Wtttttf...don't make excuses. Fuckk, lesson learned, you get what you pay for. I should of dished the 90. Gahhd.

Adventure at oak hammock marsh.

2009-06-15T13:19:00.026-05:00

I wish I had some sort of documentation of my experience at Oak Hammock Marsh because my attempt to plan an eventful afternoon had failed miserably.

Like all animals in nature, Ticks (a small arachnid belonging to the superfamily lxodoidea, if you didn't know) engage in behaviors that serve to foster and sustain life. Buttt.. they are no wildebeest, majestic cat or even ground squirrel that burrow and nibble on grass, all cute.

Aww, see cute right?

Ticks are malicious and mean, MEAN! Ticks are fucking assholes. With that said, I thought it would be nice to spend the afternoon at oak hammock marsh , have a nice jaunt, some sandwiches etc. The big foreshadow of that day was this sign that we read, right before we began our adventure. It had some facts (warnings really) about ticks that can be found in the tall grasses of the marsh, just to be careful. So, ticks engage in this 'interesting' behavior called Questing. yeah wtf right? Basically....

Hard ticks seek hosts by an interesting behavior called "questing." Questing ticks crawl up the stems of grass or perch on the edges of leaves on the ground in a typical posture with the front legs extended, especially in response to a host passing by. Certain biochemicals such as carbon dioxide as well as heat and movement serve as stimuli for questing behavior. Subsequently, these ticks climb on to a potential host which brushes against their extended front legs.

Awesome.

So, the first half hour was okay, super relaxed, really appreciating the marsh and nature, until the grass on the trail started getting higher and we took a wrong turn that lead to my inevitable break down. This was the path we took:

In total, we walked about 13km, in what I now like to refer to as 'tick city'. It was soooo shitty. There was probably at LEAST 50 ticks on Ken at the end of it all. I had no idea that it was going to be as bad as it was. My break down consisted of me stomping around, in an anxiety induced stupor, sweating and almost crying, but I made it. We tried running, but that failed because I'm ('we're') unbearably out of shape. I'd run for like five minutes and then ultimately want to collapse into the thicket of grass, but couldn't, so really I just settled into hopping around in a circle until Ken would look for ticks on my legs pick them off (because I refused/couldn't look at or touch them)then pick of the hundred that were already nested on his jeans. It continued on like this for the duration of the walk, 15 minute intervals in between reserved for picking off the ticks that have accumulated, mostly on Ken because he was wearing jeans. Oh, did I mention I was wearing shorts and flat canvas shoes? yeah. HELL. It was fucking HELL. The worst was looking down at the grass, trying to find a trail that didn't have as much grass and seeing these assholes in their 'quest' position. What dicks.

Oh and our sandwiches suckeddddd.

So, with all of that said, these are my top 'bugs' that I cannot stand in large quantities. In most cases these ones would probably precipitate an ugly break down that anyone would not want to be a witness of.

1. Ticks

2. Spiders

3. Canker Worms

4. Wasps

8tracksssssss

2009-06-01T02:30:00.001-05:00

Sculpture '67

2009-05-29T01:47:00.008-05:00

"doesn't stop the wind, but is just there, holding space: a genuine presence, a thing in itself, unique and useless. By 'useless' I mean like a friend. A friend is somebody you don't use. A real friend may be somebody you really can't count on. You value him for his presence. Real friendship is detachment." - T. Burrows

ommmg wtf.

2009-03-19T15:41:00.003-05:00

2009-03-14T12:31:00.003-05:00

Nicole has inspired me to post this useless shit, about myself. Yay, for me. Here we go.....

1. I ask a lot of questions in general (not just while watching a movie)
2. I count each gulp every time I drink, if I'm really thirsty I can get up to 13 gulps. 8 is the usual.
3. Most people underestimate my crafting abilities.
4. I am about half done reading Victor Hugo's Les Miserables after a long hiatus.
5. I hate insects.
6. I hate when snow accumulates under cars.
7. I've been in over 7 car accidents. One where I took down my own fence.
8. I make hasty decisions.
9. I share the same birthday as Heather Locklear and Will Smith.
10. My Uncle named me after Kimberly Drummond on the show Diff'rent Strokes, played by Dana Plato who later appeared in some low budget softcore porn films. HEY-O!
11. I am not a fan of beaches.
12. Or camping. (although it's still pending)
13. I enjoy using obscure code names.
14. Heart - Alone is a repeater.
15. I use dictionary.com
16. I enjoy beards on the opposite sex.
17. I have never gone camping in my life (which is why no. 12 is still pending)
18. When I cook, there is usually a 'pretend' audience, and commentary.
19. When I was 6 I thought it was Regina, instead of vagina.
20. The sight of my own blood makes me feel queasy.
21. Regrettably, I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed the Twilight series, despite its lack reason.
22. Lampe Berger is haunting me.
23. I was a loner for most of my elementary years.
24. I am obsessed with owls and all the shades of brown.
25. I wonder if Dexter knew he smelled like vomit, that day I had to sit next to him in grade 3.

and one more..
26. I will go to great lengths to poo in solitude.

Where can I get this?

2009-01-09T16:01:00.001-06:00

I'm going to miss you. msn with Anne

2009-01-05T14:29:00.003-06:00

anne. says: yo ~~Bleeeeeep~~ is going to vancouver in two weeks
animal imagination says: i know
anne. says: tell him to reach me
anne. says: haha i may need a hook up
animal imagination says: hook up?
animal imagination says: like fuck!?
anne. says: for jobs
animal imagination says: you wanna fuck him?
anne. says: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
animal imagination says: LOL
animal imagination says: ashdasdklasdh
animal imagination says: BEST REACTION EVVVVVER

fleet foxes

2008-11-19T13:58:00.002-06:00

Fleet Foxes - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
Blue Ridge Mountains...

sweetest taboo

2008-11-13T00:18:00.006-06:00

Si ma folie fait ton desespoir
ne m'en veux pas
je n'ai pas voulu te faire de tort
si tu savais combien mes desirs me font soufrir
e m'en veux pas
je me debat contre ce sort
la musique est mon sweetest taboo
comme une tempete
elle envahi mon corps mon etre
c'est un mystrere qui rend fou
un univers ou se confonde la nuit le jour
tout devient possible
c'est mon taboo
la musique, la musique est mon sweetest taboo

sometimes its just too good for me
j'ai tout fait pour y croire
mais mon taboo me rend trop egioste
chaque jours sans toi
me rappel a ma douce folie
malgre moi elle se glisse entre nouse

Sweetest Taboo, feat The Roots - Les Nubians

Answer.

2008-11-12T12:07:00.000-06:00

What was the first CD you've ever bought in life?

never a dull moment

2008-11-04T12:16:00.028-06:00

This is probably why I enjoy working in the exchange so much.

Because of the recurrent visits from an array of people, who I am assuming have some sort of mental disability/psychosis, I am lead to believe that there is some sort of home/shelter that houses these interesting people somewhere near by. (perhaps the health science psych ward.) Today, Trent came in again, (I already forgot his name, so we'll just dub him the pseudo-name Trent)and just wanted to "hang" out, he took of his jacket laid his backpack down on the desk and got comfortable, then proceeded to say that this music was 'amazing' and how he just had to say it, that it was amazing, and that this place centered him, then he would kind of space out for like five minutes not saying anything, then return to earth and say something else completely random. Maybe Connect Four is sort of his sanctuary. Soon after he gave me his wallet encouraging me to look at his ID to make sure he wasn't crazy, like an ID makes you sane. Anyway, that was Trent, here is my list (because I like lists) of other neat randoms that roam the exchange. Not all of them are crazy.

1. Trent, active postulation on a minor form of psychosis.

2. Cute old man who I am positive is functioning with a moderate level of autism. He's always looking for Alana who works for Provici. I must determine why.

3. Gross disheveled woman walking aimlessly around with half her head covered in scraggly fake, black clip on hair, and her gunt proudly hanging out for the public to see. She also sports a hospital bracelet. (Crazy? you might say so)

4. My illiterate friend who still persists to wash our windows.

5. Panty man. Borderline exhibitionist. Enjoys trying on womens underwear and having pictures taken. (oh how could I forget?)

6.Man/woman on excessively decorated moped, with killer legs and thick french accent.

7. Weeping Scam artist, in dolla dolla bill yall hoody, claiming his nephew died via drunk driver and needs to return our jeans for cash.

8.Irate Bum who yells at me when I don't give him money. Claims he is a native of Canada and has the right to a good job.

9. Older bald (tall) man who appears established (I'm thinking Lawyer/CEO or something - kind of reminds me of Penguin in Batman, all portly) who comes to get his makeup done in drag. Full on drag. Full on.

10. Victor. Oh Victor.

WTTTTFFFF.

2008-11-04T00:00:00.006-06:00

For 75 US dollars this can be yours!

wait a minute

2008-10-31T11:16:00.003-05:00

On my commute to work I saw TWO license plates with the numbers 666. Omen? .....

what goes bump in the night.

2008-10-27T23:34:00.006-05:00

Currently there is a bottle of holy water sitting on the coffee table, and every time I walk by to get to the kitchen I am drawn to look at it, more like forced. It looks so ominous, that translucent liquid in that opaque plastic bottle. Who put it there? What is it for? My dad brought it from the Philippines, my thoughts. It's giving me the heebie jeebies. Maybe its purpose is to repel bloodthirsty creatures of the night. A good idea for all hallows eve. (good thinking dad, good thinking) or maybe...... my dad has come to the belief that I have turned into a wicked wicked wench full of debauchery and demonic will, and he is purposely (and in secret) trying to sabotage my growing lust for sin and evil, so now he thinks I need guidance and this is the only way. The only way to make me pure again, by stealthily placing drops of holy water into my beverages. Hmmm. This could be a possibility.

Maybe its this image I keep getting my head from the movie Omen involving holy water, maybe that's the association. Was there even a scene with holy water or am I making that up? No matter, it still creeps me out. When I think holy water I never think good things like unicorns, butterflies and rainbows. I think, vampires, burning skin, and evil pure pure evil. So it's suppose to cast away the such, what does Wikipedia have to say about it (taking a moment to read up on it..... and..), baptisms, sacraments, oh neat, proper disposal. Anyway, thanks Hollywood, for giving me bad dreams. Thanks for that.

sans beard.

2008-10-20T00:54:00.010-05:00

The first time we met he was sans beard, that should of been a sure indication he was bad news, despite his assumed innocence. His impeccable attire should of been a warning sign too. I've decided that I'm incapable of dating if that's what it was. What's with this. I've been given advice on how to deal with this one, it involves 4 easy steps: Step 1, Print pics of said offender, step 2 draw all over it (perhaps creating him into a crack whore/drag queen or a homely bum), step 3 tear them apart, step 4 throw them out. AND DONE! A therapeutic experience, so I'm told. Rocky gave me this piece, I'm quite amused that she printed the pictures for that soul purpose, but I'm pretty okay with this, I'm not bummed as much as I thought I would be. More mad with myself, than anything. So ladies, and MAN, what are your "therapeutic" methods? I'm going to get a haircut.
In total, beards are great.

p.s. I still have that persimmon, waiting for someone to bite into its soft supple flesh, you know you want it.

I guess..

2008-10-08T14:01:00.003-05:00

Persimmons, the "underrated treat in a tomato costume". According to our good friend Wikipedia, these little babies are true berries in definition and come in acorn, pumpkin and spherical shapes. They also have chemical and medicinal purposes, like all good things. I also looked up the word 'fruit' up on my dictionary widget, and there it was in all its glory, Persimmon in the P section of those that were listed. So yes, yes persimmons are fruits indeed. This leads me to my afternoon events: I went to Young's Trading (which by the way I love Asian markets, so many bizarre foods) today and spotted a nice cardboard box full of them. I decided that it was time to find out what all the fuss was about, so I bought two. Two because, what if I really really enjoyed this tomato disguised treat and wanted another one? Not one, because one would look stupid to buy. Two looks more meaningful. Anyway, I thought it was going to taste super sour and for some reason I thought there was going to be this massive brown seed in the middle, but I was wrong in my assumption. It was kind of sweet but bland. I guess it was ok. Kind of dry too. They look better as decoration. So, does anyone want a free persimmon? It's free!!!!

2008-10-07T14:35:00.002-05:00

Lately I have been unmotivated to post anything up, but last night I came across the Manitoba Comic Convention website (yet again) and to my surprise someone new has been added to the 'celebrity' guest list. Now this is worth blogging about: LeVAR BURTON. I am sooo there, just to be in the same presence of this childhood friend, is worth my 12 dollars. When he started playing Geordi LaForge in Star Trek, I was convinced that he was Levar's evil doppelganger, and I couldn't quite put two and two together. But I was like 4. How weird is to watch your favorite children's PBS host after school and later watch him as a blind sci fi guy on Star Trek. Well, it was weird for me. Now, it's just a matter of finding someone who is willing to come with me.

adolescent folk

2008-09-02T15:33:00.011-05:00

A hoard of teenagers rampaged the store today. I hate teenagers especially in large groups, mostly because they scare me. Running around with their malicious thoughts and messing things up (all loud and obnoxious). They came in a pack of approximately 20, I'm assuming they were part of field trip of sorts. Most of the time, such that it is when I am with smaller humans, I have no concept on how to interact with pubescent people at all. They just look so mean and ruthless. (remember mean girls?). I watched as they walked by and took a gander inside (good lord don't come in here, you can't afford anything anyway), I hoped that they wouldn't bother coming in, but they did anyway. When they rushed in I was basically praying under my breath for them to leave. Then I secretly wished that they would terrorize the store across from me (October), just so Eco and I could have something to text each other about besides my aching stomach. Gawd I'm bored.

2008-09-02T15:16:00.002-05:00

My favorite part is when the piano explodes. Epic.

Another quick summary of the weeks events:

2008-07-19T11:14:00.026-05:00

Vendredi, le juillet 11
Crystals Castles was basically a melange of human sweat and electro thrash. Alice Glass looks like a zombie and at one point J was nice enough to push me right into her when she decided to crowd surf. Hah. Almost almost. Kev Kev came in for the show from Kingston and it was nice to see him again. After-show events are left undocumented because my camera was temporarily out of order so no awesome pictures of all of us eating FILET O FISHES! (well, just J and I). Boo. That and I probably looked like a bag of garbage. Who wants to see that? J, like no other, drove us home, which I was suuper thankful for, because the metro closes at 12am. He's like the most humble person I know and Emily has decided that he is like her grandpa. So true. Haha.
I went to the pomme-pomme craft fair on the weekend at La Sala Rosa. So awesome. It reminded me of the "ain't your grandma's craft sale" in winnipeg (which was probably a knock-off of the fair in Ottawa) I picked up a few things, some posters, a silkscreened tee and a Supayana top. Something that I've been meaning to buy for a long time now. Periodically I check her blog/ebay/etsy store and pretty much want everything I see. I met her too, which was kind of weird. I basically felt like I was telling her I was her biggest fan. Oh the internets. I hope there is another craft sale before I leave. There were a lot of things I wanted to pick up but I didn't get a chance to go back. Dimanche, le 13 juillet
Sunday morning (more like afternoon) was welcomed with a hearty breakfast at Eggspectations. I think everyone has decided that every sunday we're having breakfast there. It has been established. I've already decided what I'm going to order for tomorrow. :) This sunday, I think it is safe to assume that discussion will be on Elaine's liaison with the infamous "Felippe". Dorm room GOSSSSIP. Hey-o! jeudi, le 17 juillet
The afternoon was spent shopping on Mont-Royal, and eating more waffles at G Point. This time I took pictures. Look at that sweet goodness. I also stopped in a Cupcake shop called Petite Gateaux. Last nights pre-game party on floor 17. Sociables. google it.
And finally...At one point in the week I was down St. Denis where Juste pour rire was. There were some cooky things going on, such as these two men with vegetable/fruit babies.

Blagh

2008-07-11T12:12:00.005-05:00

The weather here has finally cooled down a bit, and my room is less stuffy as it was two days ago. The last events in a nutshell: Emily and I waiting for the metro, I cant remember where we are headed. Grocery shopping me thinks. - Which I'm already running low on. le mercredi 9 juillet (har har har) we went to an activity, Theatre de la Verdure (spectacle de danse) which was an outdoor contemporary dance performance, in a park. We didn't get to see the complete performance because we got rained on. Boo hoo. I thought it was cute how some people continued to watch in the rain, some pulling out umbrellas. It was nice to be rained on. Headed over to Frite Alores on St. Denis, for some poutine, and bought me-self a phone card finally. On Thursday, I went to Musee des beaux-arts de Montreal, and later ventured to the Yves Saint Laurent LOVE exhibit. I won't post any pictures of the Musee, they pretty much suck. I saw an Eames chair, Frank Llyod Wright dining room table set and a Frank Ghery cardboard chair, and some other jazz. I wasn't allowed to take any pictures inside the YSL exhibit. Oh well.
After that .....I journeyed to Amherst to HQ gallerie and boutique, met the owner who is from winnipeg too. Super nice, recommended some things to do, that include tuesday nights at casa del popolo and a craft sale this weekend at la sala rosa - which i'm pumped for. Met up with J and bobo for eats and later watched Adrift in Tokyo at the Fantasia film festival. Soooooo good. Soooooo funny. I'm hoping to (no actually i;m going to) watch some more. Thats it for now.....blah blah blah. Crystal Castes toooonight.

UPDATE:

2008-07-07T23:16:00.002-05:00

There are dead bugs in my fridge. Nice. Real nice. :(

2008-07-07T22:05:00.011-05:00

I have finally settled in my dorm room (whoopie doo.) and I basically live in jail cell. Earlier this evening I found a dead beetle on its back, it was a little unsettling. My mattress is covered in hospital green plastic, making it impossible to sleep on at night, and it is UNBEARABLY hot in here, due to the lack of the goodness that is called AC. Thank God I have a fan. I want to say I'm extremely excited and pumped to learn french and live here for a month, but in reality I think I'm not. I super miss home (already) and the duo (no longer the trio! pooo! ). I even miss J even though he lives here, just when I was beginning to get used to things. It was good to talk with Che tonight and catch up, left me all teary eyed. Its only a few days in, I think I just have get used to this.
A recap of what has happened the last couple of days: Pizza Hutttttt yum. yum. Les Studios, Res. BOO. Emily's "jaffa" cakes view from my window. booorrring. Bierre on st. laurent. 2 dollah chowmein My jail cell. I miss these goons.

And so it begins.

2008-07-06T00:37:00.002-05:00

2008-07-03T16:43:00.000-05:00

I think I've decided that I don't like flying. The flight was pretty flat, but aside from the shitty recycled air that left my throat dry and sore, and that I had no other option but to sit between two people, it was relatively pleasant (in the sense that I generally don't like flying). Laubo checked me in, which was a bonus and Elaine came to see me go, extra bonus. The Winnipeg Blue Bombers were on the flight as well, that was kind of neat, I guess. I didn't sit with any of them though. Because they are larger men, they are seated through out the plane and not altogether to keep it balanced. I thought that little factoid was neat. The girl next to me was reading a french book called La Fee Carabine and I don't know that means. What else? I hate chewable pills, gravol gross. So now I'm basically just waiting for J to pick me up, oh and it's raining. I'm kind of glad for that. Wait, actually I am.

2008-06-29T15:47:00.003-05:00

There is a man who comes into the store every so often, asking to do the windows for ten dollars, but Mike is never around. He's even bought a pad of manual receipts to give out. Today I told him to come by on Canada day. He pulled out his pad of receipts and attempted at writing something out, when he asked me how to spell Canada. I'm pretty sure he was borderline illiterate. I secretly watched as he struggled at forming the letter 'd'. I guess I'm naive, but I can't believe there are people out there who can't read. This upsets me.

2008-06-23T02:53:00.000-05:00

holograms and gay men on scooters.

2008-06-03T00:36:00.005-05:00

Some crappy pictures of the MIA concert, (that does not justify how much fun it was), and a dazzling french man I met in the exchange today. Look at those killer legs. .

2008-05-29T19:28:00.003-05:00

It's devastating how bored I am at work right now. WWW doesn't do it for me anymore (well at least for today), yet I feel that without it I'm lost. The door is open and I keep hearing a mythical jungle man and his signature call. Was Tarzan mythical? Where is said Tarzan and why is he in the exchange district? I wonder if he's just wearing a loincloth.

Tomorrow I'm going to see MIA, perhaps I will take pictures. Perhaps.

Church of the future.

2008-05-28T11:49:00.001-05:00

Biased Shmiased.

2008-05-20T00:18:00.005-05:00

Cupcake extravaganza part II avec cousin Che. These ones were white vanilla cupcakes with strawberry cream icing, some of them had almonds on it. Tons of fun baking and making a pseudo cooking show complete with commentary. (I'll leave that one out.) Always a good time with Cheryl. Being a full time recluse seems to be much more fun.

sugar & whitebread

2008-05-17T22:45:00.005-05:00

I made chocolate cupcakes and took pictures.Yum yum in my tum. I also managed to break my moms mixer mid cream. Way to go Kimbo, but it seems to be working now. Look at these babies!

I never thought you'd catch that train.

2008-04-30T00:33:00.015-05:00

Midnight bike rides and an anorexic diet is officially on the agenda until July. I'm pretty sure the absence of food won't pan out, I'm already hungry thinking about it.

Emily and I went for a bike ride tonight and I stink like gross right now. I enjoy empty streets and the occasional bum. One day I'll run into that one I met at Sals that late night. I'm pretty confident that his name was Gord. I regret not buying that drawing of Iggy Pop he did.

I've also decided on biking to work from home (good luck with that Kimbo, pretty ambitious). Paying for parking and my existing pile of parking tickets sucks.

Also......Sylvia Plath, makes me angry with the world, and everyone in it.

I am a ghost

Dracula's soul brotha.

2008-04-15T23:50:00.000-05:00

Hero.

2008-04-02T02:38:00.000-05:00

I hope I'm somehow related to him.

circa 1997.

2008-04-01T23:56:00.009-05:00

Also, blah blah blah, some songs that will always hold a place in my heart: It drips on the street
Muxtape styles. p.s. For some reason Rouge Wave sounds completely distorted and slowed down. I guess that comes with the whole 'mixtape' idea.

2008-03-27T12:58:00.000-05:00

Serious breakdown this morning. I need to pull myself together.

things that I would like to bottle and keep for later purposes:

2008-03-26T13:11:00.005-05:00

1. That feeling of accomplishment after finishing a paper

2. That feeling after writing an awesome paragraph, and thinking shit that was a good paragraph.

3. stage 4 and REM sleep.

4. good hair days

5. smooth legs right after you shave 'em

6. watching Kevin eat a burger. (pretty much a rite of passage)

7. Nostalgia after hearing a song you haven't heard in years.

8. Finding money in your jacket pocket that you haven't worn since last season

9. Grade 7 pubescent body (I'm half kidding)

brown envelope suggests importance

2008-03-26T12:17:00.002-05:00

Looks like I'm going to be in Montreal for a month for more schoolio. The debauchery begins. Whoop whoop! Monsieur Boustan I'll see you and your awesome mustachio soon, this entails shawarma (like everyday). p.s. Somehow I don't feel as excited as I was before, maybe its all these papers I need to write thats weighing me down. I'm full of complaints, that and I'm repressing a lot of angst, graduation is around the corner and I'm seriously scared of what's next. Like so scared.

2008-03-11T15:56:00.001-05:00

Feeling so lost and guilty.

2008-03-02T18:10:00.003-06:00

Why does everyone bite the candy right away? Doesn't anyone savour the taste of it? I'd like to meet that person.

worms in your poo.

2008-02-11T18:00:00.000-06:00

Stressing cause I have tests and papers coming up. I have two tests this week, one tomorrow and the other on Thursday and I have a stupid cold. I thought I could get away this year without one, I guess not. Really really looking forward to Spa day on the 24th with some lady friends, but a little worried about how much a facial is going to hurt. An art opening on the 14th (Valentines day - whomp whomp whomp), "Subconscious City", should be interesting? I dunno. Valentines day is for suckers, and it can eat my ass. This head cold can eat my ass too. P.S. Dallas Green likes to eat ass. I want to buy his new album solely for that reason, and I like 'waiting' WHAT?

This is it.

2008-01-31T23:23:00.000-06:00

Or I could always just perm it like slash from Guns N Roses. ROCK ON.

hairdoos

2008-01-31T22:34:00.000-06:00

I've been thinking of getting a perm lately. (I know I know..perrrrmss gross blah blah). But I've been seriously debating on the idea. These are my top choices, guess which one is my fave.

swedishpopsensation.

2008-01-25T01:43:00.001-06:00

Hands down i'm too proud for love but with eyes shut it's you i'm thinking of. but how we move from A to B? it can't be up to me cause you don't know eye to eye thigh to thigh I let go I think i'm.. a little bit, a little bit a little bit in love with you bit only if you're a little but, a little bit, a little bit in love with me oh and for you i keep my legs apart and forget about my tainted heart and i will never ever be the first to say it but still I, yes you know I i would do it, push a button pull a trigger, climb a mountain jump off a cliff, cause you know baby i love you love you a little bit i would do it, i would say it i would mean it, we could do it it was you and i and if only i... i think i'm a little bit, a little bit a little bit in love with you but only if you're a little bit, a little bit, little bit in love with me come here, stay with me stroke me by the hair cause i would give anything, anything to have you as my man.

Still all the water in your wells won't make it grow

2008-01-24T22:55:00.000-06:00

One of our Koi fish died last night. I think we've had him for over 7 years, I can't remember when i bought him, but he's pretty massive. I mean was massive. I'm ok, I'm ok. The picture doesn't give him much justice but he was pretty huge, too huge for the pond. We kinda figured his time was up when his eyes were beginning to buldge out and he wasn't eating anymore. He kinda looked gross and sad. My dad told me this morning. It kinda made me feel all glum and empty, and I realized we didn't have a name for him. I think my dad is secretly sad inside. It's okay dad I'm sad too. So I've dubbed him 'untitled' (well J did really.) Rest in Peace 'Untitled.' Rest in Peace.

Sea Wolf - Leaves in the River

Sea Wolf - The Rose Captain

vintage basements.

2008-01-19T20:11:00.000-06:00

My parents have done nothing to our basement since they moved in, and I hope they never change a thing. Went through a bunch of their old clothes and took some fooootttos! My dad also has this framed picture of a meeting he had back in the 70s 80s? I am keeping it forever. Listened to some old records and had some wine too.

2007-12-11T16:48:00.000-06:00

Killing time until Richelle gets here...

Hunting for a dress to wear to a wedding and perhaps nye?

Not feeling the need to party party for new years, but we'll see.

Finally done exams/papers, yippeee!

I wanna go go go

to the disco.

Need to Register for French classes in MTL.

sooooooon.

Looking forward to baking nights with Cheryl. Project Xmas Goodies.

I have to have this.

2007-11-09T02:32:00.001-06:00

When it comes out. Late November. Features videos from 250 cameras held by people in the audience, directed by Olivier Gondry. Jesus.....

The French have taken over my life.

2007-11-08T02:24:00.000-06:00

I thought this was cute. I hate november, I hate class presentations, I quit the Wag because I can't face my fears, I'll save it for another time. I have no motivation lately, and basically youtube gaspard auge all day and dream about the day I'll marry him. That is all.

Domina - You Got My Soul

i had to...mystic bear!

2007-10-29T03:23:00.001-05:00

mystic tiger!

2007-10-25T03:13:00.000-05:00

Klaxons - As Above, So Below (Justice Remix)

It must be in the air here

2007-10-18T00:52:00.000-05:00

Say hi to your mom has dropped the latter part of their name. I like. I guess it adds an air of maturity, or removes the lack of it?

Say Hi - Northwestern Girls

Say Hi - Toil and Trouble

Say Hi To Your Mom - Angels and Darlas

2007-10-16T21:03:00.000-05:00

I cant' help but be a little demeaning to children who deserve it.

I had my first "team-teach" at the Wag today, (sort of my personal intervention on public speaking), I was sort of thrown into it, but I was still nervous. Not hands numb nervous though. Voice was shaky and there were a couple of stutters, but i got through it. Simple and short, although I should of elaborated more on certain topics. The teacher accompanying the group looked completely bored and yawned every five minutes, I don't think she had much of an appreciation for Warhol. Besides that, today was an entire day devoted to the wonder that is unproductiveness. Ahhh.

The weekend was a busy one for Connect Four. The pre-party for sex and the district was at the store, and it was pretty much a gong show. Thanks to Elaine and Anne for helping out. Apparently Mcdermot was reminiscent of St. Laurent, I wish I got to see that, I was stuck inside. P.S. I stole these pics from Sarde...
I spy with my little eye..

pyt

2007-10-11T00:17:00.000-05:00

I don't know what to make of this. Is that suppose to be Rod Stewart? Hah, Kimmel Copping a feel, I think that was the best part.

2007-10-08T14:35:00.000-05:00

I know its kinda late but I had no where else to post besides facebook? (which i have basically written off). So I'm left with this, bloooooooog. I'll save you the spiel on how monumental the show was blah blah blah (like every other blog that has talked about it). We all know DP is king.

Vids from Daft Punk, Mtl, Bell Centre. Cheryl and I were separated, she obvs has the better camera, but I had the best spot (minus the gross chick who was engaging in some serious grind dancing next to me. I pretty much barfed in my mouth) Oh and a little bit of Busy P. Calm down J.

Andy, did you hear about this one?

2007-10-05T00:53:00.000-05:00

Warhol talk was relatively interesting. The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about my hands and how they smelled like hot wings. The exhibit was pretty okok didn't have enough time to look at everything before we were kicked out. Poop. Opening night is tomorrow, bah. I'll be watching Cheryl do her laundry.

Shout Out Louds - Man on the moon
(ohhh REM)

And she's clinging to the nearest passer by.

2007-10-04T14:58:00.001-05:00

1. I just did an awesome kick dance because I'm finally done my paper. 2. Lecture/Talk at the Wag tonight with Thomas Sokolowski on the importance of surface as deception in the art of Andy Warhol. BAH. 3.I've also overdid it with my new nutella rage. Still good. Still good. 4. This is my anti-facebook sentiment. bloggggg. 5. I am still out of ink. I still don't have wireless. 6. If I get a grade less than B on the paper, a demon will be unleashed.

test test test

2007-10-02T12:57:00.001-05:00

i enjoy this picture.

Taken By Trees - Lost and Found