SO FUNNY

http://www.chadmattandrob.com/2009/12/22/the-time-machine-an-interactive-adventure/

CARDIGANS

It takes no match to give me a spark
Now I’m trying out another heart
I’ve been winding ‘bout a fresh start
I’ve found myself a good horse
Eyes burning on the quicksand
And I run it through the hollow land
I’ve fed it with a shaky hand
I found myself a strong horse
These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
In grace
I’ve found myself a good horse
Yes I’ve found myself a strong horse
But things remain not different then before
These are the promises I can keep
Yes these are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
These are the promises I can keep
These are the promises I can keep
To live like I must
And ride with the dust in my face
In grace

I KNOW

I don’t know what I do wrong all the time. I try and try to have good relationships with good people but it all just seems to mean nothing. I’m always too much or too little. I wish people would say what they mean, and mean what they say. I’m tired of having to guess, and I’m tired of putting myself out there to get nothing in return. I just want to be real with someone. And i just want someone to be real with me.

SHAFTED

Turn me around?
you can.

SHOUT

I want to stand on top of a building or a cliff or somewhere very very vast and scream at the top of my lungs. Let everything out through my mouth and hear it echo all around me, then float away. It’s so satisfying to be able to conceptualize something coming out of your body, and staying out. I wish it worked with thoughts. I would love to scream some thoughts out and forget them forever.

Either way, I guess I should keep an update on my life. I am downloading a lot of music right now to put on my new ipod. It is taking a loonnggg time though. I’ve been doing it for hours and I’m still only on the B section of my list. Oh well it will all be worth it in the end.

I have a few things I’m looking forward to so it keeps my head straight for now. Hopefully all my shit works out!

Hopefully i don’t get screweeeddd. That seems to happen to me a lot….

NOTHING

I am the poison on your tongue.
I am the water in your lungs.
I am everything you want.

HOLY MOLY

I just fucking want to feel anything but skin against my own hands.
I want to feel, just need to feel.
I need to feel anything else.
Anything electric injecting in pulses.
flowing inside me like dancing on drugs.
I want to feel anything but sweat,
against my own sweat.
Come on, just run with me.
I know there’s something inside and in between.
It’s been waiting to breath,
between you and me.
It’s been crying out, flying out,
between you and me.
It’s always been in between.
Let’s crush it down, snort it down,
and feel alive and clean again.
I just want to feel anything but feelings,
against my own broken face.
I don’t know where this fire begins or ends,
but I know we should be burning together.

A song to pass the time

This man will always be such a mystery, but at the same time he makes all the sense in the world. He says all the things I’m afraid to say out loud so my own ears don’t hear it. On love, on life, on dreams, he breaks through routine. He is poetry in motion, and I’m glad I’m alive to hear him talk and sing. He really is great.

<3 Conor Oberst.

HWAT

So Its almost Halloween!!! I’m so very excited for it, my costume is going to be awesome. I’m being Juliet ( from Romeo and Juliet obviously ), but here’s the catch. I’m being Juliet AFTER she stabs herself. Hhahahah I know, I’m so clever.

I will post pictures after I actually dress up!

So exciteeddddd

WHERE AM I

Not fighting for dust. Not fighting for gold. Fighting for every damn thing in between. You ask who I am? You ask where I’m from. Read the sign.

Welcome to hell.

BORROW

Is it really anything? I don’t feel any different.

?

you dont deserve it

STORMS A COMIN

Yeah I walk with pride,
I feel the mines in your eyes.
one look, I have you,
blowin blowin up for me.

dont have to speed,
I can feel your ease.
one bite you caught me,
got me all wrapped up.

in here ill stay,
I say, fuck the day
id rather look at you,
and feel you stare back.

NEW TAT

slightly scandalous,

love love love love love love love love,
you,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

DON’T

Why are so many people so shady? I have no idea.

Everyone has their shady moments. That is reality. Everyone has ups and downs. It just sucks that everyone has to decipher whether or not its a moment of shadiness, or if its the way the person actually is. We get lost in trying to figure this out to the point where we assume the person is merely making a mistake, and everything will be ok in the morning. This is not true. From now on, every little tiny mistake everyone makes, I will point out. Not to be mean, not to be just. Only to make them aware they are doing something wrong, and hopefully they will realize and apologize. Or take the steps needed to repair the things they have broken. The people who are truly shady are the people who make mistakes, and joke about it after. The people who are shady are the people who do not apologize, and who don’t care at all about what they did the night before.

Resolutions.

I will not put up with disgusting, horrible, shady people anymore. I will spot them from a mile away, and stay as far as I can away from them .

WOW

If I ever find this person I will marry them.

Y

Boys Night Out

Another year, another year.
Raise your glass high.
Leaves will fall, the snow will fall.
Raise your glass high.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind.
One year, now.
We're all here, now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves.
Raise your glass high...
To fallen friends,
To tragic ends,
To lovers lost,
Of a heart's exhaust,
To wasted time,
To wasting time.
(Raise your glass high)
To money gained,
To money spent,
A whim's in need of a real intent. (wrong)
To its resolving arguments.
One year, now.
We're all here, now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves.
Here's to a hundred years,
And if the drink should fall...
Let it fall for the drinkers,
Let it fall...
Fall.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves.

SOLITAIRE

STORM SHOTS

Some kind of crappy pictures I took out my soggy, screened window of the thunderstorm happening right now.

 

BETTER

It gets better and better the more you listen.

LIFE

This has got to be one of the funniest videos I have seen in a long time. It made me laugh out loud by myself.

AS

I feel like I just exhaled every worry from my body.

I have a job, I enrolled in my classes for school, I have nothing to worry about.

I have nothing to worry about.

That sounds so nice.

I hope it lasts.

It better.

DAYUM

I can’t believe the way the police acted at the G20. If there is a peaceful protest against the police in toronto soon I am THERE. I don’t know when it became illegal or wrong in any way to sit on the street in toronto and sing O Canada. Apparently that is grounds for arrest now though.

FUCK THE POLICE.

ONE

If there was one thing i needed it would be for someone to need me again. Actually need me around. Actually tell me the truth, and tell me lies to make me feel better. Someone to tell me that they love me no matter what I do, disregarding the mistakes I make. Someone to make me feel better and keep it that way, not just fill me with temporary distractions. Someone to make me happy.


I just need someone to make me happy, even when I’m not with them. Someone where just the idea of them is enough to keep me going every day just because I know i get to see them soon, and they feel the same way for me.

Get me out of here.

COME ON

Come on love run with me. Let’s get the hell out of this town. Live your life a little for me.

Last time I forgot to mention that my dad accidentally knocked the birds off the ledge whilst taking down vines. So they plummeted to their early death.

The weeks go by so slow in this home. I miss certain people. I know I shouldn’t. Well, I should. I really should. I have my head on straight. But my heart? It’s upside down and floating through my chest.

That was always the problem.

I just miss someone knowing me inside and out, and feeling comfortable and good about talking to them all the time. Whenever I needed them. I miss being in love. Not just loving people.

The strings keep pulling me back.

CHE GUEVARA

I am going to go out on a limb here and guess that about 90 percent of the people who wear t shirts with Che Guevara on them do not even remotely know who he is. He KILLED and TORTURED people who disagreed with him.

So, thank you to all who wear those shirt with pride. I bet you are totally a communist and i bet you totally would torture and kill people who disagree with you. That’s all I think about evey time I see his face.

PIGEON

Doves are Pigeons. So don’t hate on them.

Anyway, There is a dove that has officially moved into my bathroom window ledge. I have been watching it gather twigs for its nest, and yesterday I saw two eggs! Two little baby birds will breath their first breaths and blink their first blinks right on my house. It’s amazing really. We had the same thing happen a couple of years ago and the bird hated me. It would yell at me every time i went to the bathroom and fly away angrily. The mommy this time is so calm. She watches me with one eye and she even let me take a bunch of pictures of her today. It was really weird actually.

Yes, so, I will be keeping updates on the mommy and little babies to be.

:


She is always there when I go in, so I will hopefully have at least one picture of the eggs soon.

Come out little wrigglers!

OK

So I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a dream where there was a new type of natural disaster. This new type consisted of rain turning into long icicle daggers. No, don’t even think for a second you can go outside, or go in your car, because they would pierce right through. So I was trying to survive in this and there were impaled people everywhere. Eventually I ended up in some mansion that had concrete floors so the icicles couldn’t penetrate. Then I was looking through paint cans trying to find purple paint while two of my friends were sleeping. I found a cool hat and a  nice shirt, no paint. Then I was in a different house running from these two people who thought that since everyone was dying anyway it would be fun to kill people. But don’t worry, I convinced them we should band together. After that it’s kind of hazy but in the end, I joined a band of people who were crusading towards some university’s residences, because they are all made of concrete. Oh, before that I was in a classroom and stole someone’s mac? But yeah so I ended up in res, and then everyone was just getting drunk and having a good time. It was weird. But I liked that dream. It was even weirder because I woke up from this dream about 7 times throughout it, and every time I fell back asleep it would continue.

I don’t know what this means, but maybe the world is going to end soon, and I will survive. Hopefully.

Anyway, still jobless. Still stuck here.

WORSE

Stop it, come on, you know I can’t help it.
I got the mic, And you got the mosh pit.
What will it take to make you admit that you were wrong?
Was his demise so carefully constructed?
Well let’s just say I got what I wanted.
Cause in the end it’s always the same game.
(it's justified!)

JELLYROLL

This is so pleasing.

MULTI

So I was playing with some multi-exposure settings last night on my camera. I’m happy it’s nice out again so I can start going around and taking some shots that are not completely white. Anyway, yeah, I made this one shot that I LOVE because it’s so creepy. here it is:

Pretty creepy eh. I kept my head still and moved only my eyes for three separate shots.
here is another one:



I should be coming back with a hefty load of pictures sometime next week.

Anyway, peace out homeskillets.

LATE

So I have not written in a while. Weeks.

There was a car crash recently in Acton, which I’m sure anyone who is reading this knows about. If i believed in something I would pray it it, or him, or her, and ask for the people who were injured to fully recover, mentally and physically. My thoughts and love go out to the people involved, and their families.

On another note, I have been diagnosed with Bieber fever. I have fallen to the dark site. Or, the cute side.

I’m bored. The weekdays seem to be lacklustre, with a dose of loneliness. I wish I had a really cool next door neighbour that I was friends with so we could just sit outside and talk, and look at the stars. That way I wouldn’t have to resort to lurking the internet so incessantly.


Anyway, I am going to read for a while. I have an interview at Canadian Tire tomorrow. Hurrah. Hopefully I’ll get a job in the garden section so I can be outside all day long all summer.

Again, my love goes out to all those involved in the crash. I love my friends and my family so much, DRIVE SAFE.

ABC

You know you got it, if it makes you feel good.

I am sitting in my room looking out at the dreary day. Everything is grey gray grey gray. Does anybody even know which spelling is correct? I don’t think so. And if both are correct, I highly disagree. Only one should be allowed.

Anyway, yeah, I am wearing my huge red sweater that i thought was missing forever but BRAYDEN HAD IT THE WHOLE TIME. So happy it is once again in my possession. My cat is sleeping behind my computer. Sheila is very convenient for holding my electronic devices. I just put my phone on her and my ipod and other such things and that way i know where they are in my bed. My bed has holes to a parallel universe, so all my things get lost quite easily.

I OFFICIALLY accepted my offer of admissions today. I feel so OFFICIAL. No, not really at all. But it was mighty exciting I suppose. I smell like beeswax due to the new ‘organic’ foundation I got.

I love tsunami bomb. You should too.

I have a pic of my cat for all to see:
 

She looks a little pissed.

YES

cool:

Cinnamon Chasers - Luv Deluxe (Music Video) from Saman Keshavarz on Vimeo.

BARK

So things are looking up for me. I just today found out I have been accepted to the program I applied to. I am so excited! The program is art and art history, a joint program at Sheridan and U of T. I went shopping today as well, which was satisfying. I now have two pairs of new jeans that are not dysfunctional  in any way. I also got some capri things, a cute little black dress, a grey skirt/dress, and a green shirt. It was rather successful if I do say so myself.

So this Wednesday is St. Patricks day. I am rather excited as I am going down to Guelph to drink and be merry. I am obviously going to wear my Irish Knit, as well as some green apparel.

I have a cool video to share:

Gorillaz featuring Mos Def ‘Stylo’

SATISFACTION

Because life is too short.
Because birds can fly and we can’t.
Because I have your back.
Because I am connected to everything.
Because the leaves will come back.
Because I love.
Because I breath.
Because I tear down lies.
Because I look past your fake tears.
Because I break every pair of sunglasses I have within a week.
Because music is magic.
Because I still sleep with teddy bears.
Because I have better things to worry about.
Because I have good health care.
Because I JUST DONT CARE ANYMORE.

lifting up.

SICK

I am sick of everything. And everyone.

It’s sad to think about things ending, people changing, but it happens. It happens all the time. It happens whether you like it or not, and I have spent too much time waiting around for people to wake up, change for the better, or maybe even open their eyes to the fact that they could very well be wrong.

I am tired of people talking behind my back. If you have a problem, talk to my face about it. Apparently I am immature for wanting that. I personally do not think that’s too much to ask.

I am tired of people I think I know continuously surprising me in negative ways. There is no concrete right or wrong. There is only every individual, and what they personally think is right or wrong. With that said, how is it possible for one person to get mad at another, only pertaining to the fact that they have their own opinions? I have my OWN opinions. I have my OWN views on what is right and wrong. And I completely know that my views work for me.

I am tired of being thrown around, and pulled in different directions. My ideals are strong, and I am a good person. Petty issues, unnecessary drama. I’m sick of it.

Cheating, lying, bitching, fuck it.

I quit.

CUTE

This is one of the cutest things I have ever seen. Clever guy.

BLAH

So I haven`t  written a blog in a whileISH.

I don`t even know what to write. I really have not been leading an exhilarating life. I need a new job. PLEASE SOMEONE FIND ME A NEW JOB.

I am watching sex and the city. Good show.

And this is boring!

Anyway, I am off to shower now.

DO

I have been taking and taking from this earth. I came from this earth. Everything i do, eat, touch,breath, is from this earth.

When I die I will rot in the earth. I will turn into soil and feed the ground where my life came from. Grass will grow where my body rots. Maybe even a tree will grow there.

And with that reincarnation is proved.

PLEASE

If you buy me any of these things I will love you forever and possibly marry you:

Green doc martins
Octopus jewellery
New acrylic paints
Oil paints
A cabin in the woods
A capo
New strings for my acoustic
A new piece for Jabba the Hut
Tickets to an olypmic hockey game

HEYO

hahahahahahahahhaahahahahahaahahahahahahhahah

GGGGUNIT

listen listen ballllliiiinnn.

also:

http://8tracks.com/bomeandean/anti-hip-hop-hip-hop

.

Sometimes when my hands are in front of me resting, I feel like the left hand is where my right should be and vice versa.

Everything is backwards.

DARE

I’m not a favourite, a fucking locket or a mother fucking let down.

Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.

Don’t fuck me over.

PRETTY

Sing little box

Don't let sleep overtake you
The world's awake within you

In your four-sided emptiness
We turn distance into nearness
Forgetfulness into memory

Don't let your nails come loose

For the very first time
We watch sights beyond this world
Through your keyhole

Turn your key in our mouths
Swallow words and numbers
Out of your song

Don't let your lid fly open
Your bottom drop

Sing little box

The Admirers of the Little Box


-Vasko Popa

I TAKE IT BACK

So, I am making another post because i just stumbled upon it. OH YEAH, I haven’t promoted stumbleupon yet. Ahem,

Stumbleupon is a toolbar that you download. You check off your interests at the site (stumbleupon.com), and after that you press the stumble button on the toolbar and it takes you to random websites pertaining to your interests.

Anyway,

I WANT TO FUCKING SHOW UP ANYWHERE IN THIS:
THE TRICERACOPTER

TEQUILA TUESDAYS

So today is Tuesday. I have no idea why the days of the week have to be capitalized. It seems kind of silly does it not?

Anyway, today is Tuesday, and I am travelling to the land of the free tonight. By that i mean Guelph. I shall be visiting the besties, and taking advantage of low priced drinks. FUN.

I hope to have a FANTASTIC time. WHICH I WILL.
I am starting to get poor though, which is never a good thing. I’m going to wear the cutest shirt thing tonight. I stole it from my moms closet. Is it weird that my mom is more fashionable than me?

I also have some lovely pictures that I again wish to share;
 

I love the Hendrix one, and if you don’t understand why it’s funny then you should invest your time into downloading or buying some of Jimi Hendrix’s music. The chicken one is so funny too. 

Jesus was alive in the time of the dinosaurs.

And that wraps up my marvellous blogging skillzzzz for today.

BOMBS

This is what I get for valentines day. from the rents.

Way better then whatever you got.

HAHAHA

I love how he says YARD.

I just laugh and laugh and laugh when I see this. I can’t even help it.

THIS IS FUNNY

http://content.ytmnd.com/content/d/7/5/d75e0a3c24bd2f25621b7ebe6036242c.gif

RIGHT.

So this is weird.

Synesthesia from Terri Timely on Vimeo.

NEW

I have received my new computer via DELL today. I know what you are thinking. Dell. Satan. One in the same. But I really like this computer. I am again putting my trust in Dell. We shall see who prevails. I took some pretty cool webcam pics though. And this computer has facial recognition! I sign in with my FACE!

There is a moustache setting. Many difference moustaches that can be worn. Its magic.

PICTURES

I have two pictures that I recently stumbled upon that I thought deserved some street cred. ha.

HOLLA

Man am I bored in this town.
As soon as I find out if i got into school I am GETTING THE FUCK OUT.

Ain't that the truth.

I am going to the leaf game tonight! Which means I am also going out for dinner. I'm so excited, it's my second leaf game ever. Not to mention since all the trades that went down the leafs have been doing pretty good. Also our goalie has been doing quite well. The leafs are still pretty much in last place for the eastern conference though. It would take something of a miracle for them to make to the playoffs. I'm going to wear my beautiful jersey though. I haven't really had a chance to wear it yet.

I feel kind of sickly. My body is aching. I think it's more of an uncomfortable feeling though, because last night I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamed that there was a man living in my attic and he had made little holes in the ceilings in each room and was watching us. Then I realized it and made him come out and he tried to kill my family. It was really creepy. I woke up all sweaty and about to cry. I was so scared to go back to sleep. I thought that for some reason there actually was a man in my attic.

Sheila last night too. What a little poop. She wakes me up at like 6 in the morning by sitting on my hip and meowing. So I wake up and pet her then she sprawls all over me and goes to sleep. Thanks sheila.

I thought I would share with you my wonderful sweater I purchased around christmas. It is from the company Iron Fist and it is called 'The Second Base Zombie Sweater'.


BE JEALOUS!

peace

POEM

A poem:

The Omen's here, every day,
In my window, on my brain.
The dog he eats at all my thoughts,
and on my bones he gnaws.

He takes anything he can get,
and leaves me to rest.
Leaves me in shambles to mend,
a lifetime full of mess.

A broken head,
Inside a cracking shell.
These walls know all about,
My living, waking hell.

Whispers, day in, day out.
Of the people I always doubt.
They turn the black i feared,
and the omen reappears.

To take all that I love,
in one swift tug.
To pull me down,
to rot in the ground.

My arms and legs are roots,
covering the dusty nude,
the broken, lifeless girl.
Who does not belong to this world.

-Anonymous

RELAPSE

I am SICK of drama.
Especially when nothing you have done deserves it.
Serves me right for trying to make people happy, then getting nothing but anger and petty arguments in return. Pathetic man. Pathetic.

Some people are just a disappointment. You know them so well, and you know what's coming, yet they still disappoint you. That's when you know you shouldn't waste your time.

Some fucking guy texts me this morning saying Hey Ainsley it's matt, how are you? I obviously said who are you? He says 'Matt Jeffrey, I'm on your fb."

No you are not, I don't know anyone by that name.

So pretty much this 24 year old guy lurking on facebook, tries to add me because he 'thinks I'm gorgeous'. He then proceeds to send me the text '5'10'.

I don't give a shit how tall you are buddy, you are some random 24 year old dude from mississauga adding 19 year old girls on facebook. FUCK OFF.

http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#!/mustangmattj

Here is his link everyone, take a gander. He is most definitely a looker.....

ART

CHARLES WISH

Take a gander.
Amazing art.

Here is LE LINK: http://www.charleswish.com/GalleryArchive.htm

WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

Valentines day.
Oh valentines day.

There was a massacre on valentines day in New York city I think it may have been. One time. One time that happened. Thought you would want to know.

Valentines day is so stupid. I mean chocolate is good. Being taken out to dinner in nice. But that can happen any day, any time. Why is it so important to do such things on this specified day? Who knows. For fun. For jokes.

I need a valentine. I more so want chocolate and other such things native to this oh so 'special' day.

blah blah blah
I've got a case of the blah blah blah's.
Best ground up some cedar bark and make me some cleansing tea.
I don't know why I said that.

Note: Do not attempt to make tea out of cedar bark, as I am not entirely sure if it would taste good. Or even if that it remotely healthy. If you do try it though tell me how it goes!

WATCH SKINS. GOOD SHOW.

seriously.

There was once a time in which i got a regular amount of sleep.......

blah blah blah blah. do doo do doo.


peace.

LONE

The show intervention is so sad. I can't deal with it. I would never in a million years subject an addicted member of my family to that show. You don't put a member of your family on national television when they have clearly hit rock bottom. It's just sad. I understand that they get rehab because of it, but there are other ways to get rehab besides making your family look like enablers, as well as making the addicted member of your family look like a total ass. Yes, it's reality, but no, you don't need to subject this reality to viewers all around the world. It's just so sad. Why does this show even exist. Why to people want to see families falling apart. Why do people want to watch someone be at the very lowest they have ever been.

It is so sad what people think entertainment is. The human addiction to tragedy.It is a strange and unorthodox phenomenon.

I would also like to talk about the radio show Coast to Coast. I don't know the amount of people who listen to it, but it is very interesting. Callers from all over north America explain their encounters with aliens, and other such weird things.

I'm so bored. I'm always so bored in this godforsaken town. Nothing fun EVER happens. My cat is more interesting than this town. I want to move sooooo bad.

I think I'm going to move by myself to mississauga in the summer. I want to get OUT OF HERE.

YES

This painting is done by Ray Caesar. I love his art.

Here is his website:
http://www.raycaesar.com/gallery/2006

support him. one of the coolest artists around nowadays i think.

So i guess i actually should talk about myself a bit. Even though its tedious.

I thought the best way to avoid chatter and rambling would be to show my room to all you plentiful followers. So, i shall take you on a marvelous 360 tour of my room! Hurrah!(ish)

1: my closet


My closet is very messy as you can see. Its because i hate folding and hanging. So, naturally, i bought some bins, so i can just toss my items in them and rummage around for them later. Best organization system I've ever had. So suck it. I just realized i left some underwear on the floor in this picture for your viewing pleasure. Take it all in babes.
I have a lot of clothes, but I usually just end up wearing the same old jeans i always wear, and a sweater. I'm just a jeans and sweater kind of gal.

2: Drafting table/ mirror area



So this is wear I look at myself. This is also where i look at Robert Pattinson. In addition, this is where i draw and paint stuff. Cool table EHHHHHH. Yeah and there are a couple of my pics up there. And who could forget Saturn lurking to the right. Not me obviously. Nice chunk of wall there.

3: Tv and window area?


This is my tv. I don't watch him much. I bet he is sad about this. But at least he has a rooster to crap on his head to make him feel better.
Yes, that is a boobah.
My awesome stereo. It is awesome. My electric guitar because you can't be lyke towtally punk rawk without one right? My AWESOME AWESOME keyboard that has the best sounds. It has a heartbeat sound. This area is also where i store my nintendo 64 and my playstation 2. The best gaming systems ever made. I am biased.

4: where the magic happens (I feel like its lame to say this, as well as lame to say it as a joke. I did anyway clearly.)



OOOOOH BABBYYYYYY. I know, nice bed. Featured: Mars. This bed is pretty comfy. I have had many a people on it before. I have also done many other things in it. That thing behind my bed on the wall is really weird. Its a procession of robed people and a couple of them are carrying half a person. I know, it doesn't make sense. Thaaaaaaank yooooooou winners.

5: Beside my bed! where the garbage happens.



Skeletons, a recent add. Found it at the dollar store. I now know some random bones, which really aids my everyday life. Lamp, amp. Not very interesting.

aaaaaand 6: bookshelf of dreams



I love my bookshelf. Mostly because it's the best place in my room to put all my random objects that i seem to collect. Liam the duck, Spongebob, Don Cherry. I love all my books. yeah, i read all them. At the very top is my giant fork. He has been with me throughout the years. Who could forget my coconut man either.

Well, that's my room. Maybe it makes Y'ALL understand me a little better. Or maybe you just think I'm crazy now. Either way I don't really care.



Now I'm going to talk about my marvelous day. Twas not marvelous. Twas boring and boring. I worked four hours and had one customer, YET AGAIN. That woman loved me though. I just engraved initials on a pen for her. I swear she was in love with me, It's like i engraved myself on her heart.

I got my letters from U of T today as well. Notifying me they got y application and whatnot. Fun. Oh yeah I also ate some food today, and played with my cat.

Got pestered by some men folk via text message. I'm just like a 10 and they're just like.. a 6 so like, I don't really like want to like talk to them like.

I think I'm too funny. HUHlarious. Get it? A misture of hilarity and confusion. I am genius.

Maybe tomorrow will bring me joy. I sure hope so.

I'm still reading The Book of Negroes, it's marvelously fantastic. Its also very saddening. I absolutely hate racism. I would like to swiftly kick all who are racist where it hurts, then lecture them on the values of life. Seriously, who spends their time being racist? losers.

Anyway, I have a project runway season to finish. Maybe ill have something more exciting to blog about next time.

I also need to work on a leaving phrase, like, 'Stay classy San Diego.' Or maybe i should just make a new one up every time. Yeah, that's a better idea.

well,
stay viral bloggy world?

I know,
that was weak.

WOUNDS

I would like to start by stating officially on the record: I fucking hate anyone who thinks its a good idea to drive drunk. Don't fucking do it. Its not your goddamn place to make a judgment call. If anyone i know ever attempts to drunk drive around me i can guarantee that you will have the cops on your tail, because I MYSELF WILL CALL THEM. Whoever drunk drives is stupid, and not someone i would like to hang out with. You have the privilege of having a car in the first place, and being able to go anywhere you want so quickly. Is that not good enough? You have to start driving while you're drinking too? well FUCK YOU I don't like you at all. Whoever the hell im talking to. The reason I say this is because my 'friend' left my house lastnight drunk and on drugs and decided to drive home. If he had hit someone, or killed someone, I would have had that on my back for the rest of my life. I would have felt like it was my fault. I absolutely hate people who drive drunk. That is the dumbest decision anyone can make. You can't make a decision to drive on behalf of every other person on the road. ROOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRR.

Yeah so on a lighter note, I had a party type deal shindig last night at my house and there was quite a crowd of people. Naturally, my basement is unbearably messy.

UGH I feel gross.

Well, maybe a post later.

WEIRD

I am realy bored so yet another post comes.




the weirdest shit I've ever seen.

Its slightly cut off, but i think its rather enjoyable regardless.

LET US LOOK AT FROGS

These are my pictures of a friendly frog up in Muskoka.

He or she was posing for me... not at all waiting for bugs to fly by. POSING FOR ME.

It was weird though, that frog stayed there all day. A spiderwed even formed atop it. I wish i had the gift of patience like this froggy does.

I am actually unsure that this is even a frog. It looks pretty toady to me. I shouldn't say that. I have no idea how to tell the difference between a frog and a toad. But I did watch an unusual video about frogs in grade nine science. Some frogs out there live an absurd life. This one frog carries around its young in the holes it has in its weird back. I feel uncomfortable with this. Imagine if humans had holes in their backs in which they toted their babies around in. That would be disgusting. And in order for the human babies to stay in the mother would have to walk on all fours to keep her back level. This is starting to get disturbing so I will stop.

Ainsley