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

BATHTUB

I had a bath today.
A blue bath.
Its true.

I forgot how boring baths are, even if you are watching a movie. The only fun part is lying there when all the water drains out and pretending you are slithering down the faucet as well.

Life is so boring in Georgetown when you're my age. So very boring. All of my friends are away at their various schools. Except for Kim of course. But she's boring because she always 'needs to sleep'. I need to start socializing.

I need a Snooki.


Today, i also worked. I had a total of ONE customer in my full four hours. It was marvelous. But i brought my book with me so it was not that bad. NOTE: read The Book of Negroes. Good book.

HAHAHAHAH i love watching guys dance. It couldn't be more funny.

All in all I had the most boring day ever, so I have nothing interesting to say.

I shall depart with a haiku:

I bathed in the blue,
and i felt like a goldfish,
but with no scales.

Ainsley

Props to Kenojuak Ashevak.

She is really cool.


And she has a cool name.

TRUTH

The truth about the issue is, my life is pretty interesting. No, no it's not. But i thought i would share with the world whats going on in it anyway. So, first things first. Introductions.

My name is Ainsley Ross. People call me crazy. And that is the extent of a self-explanation.

So, today. Today, was a weird day i suppose. Kim called me at ten in the morning, when i was still slumbering of course, to ramble about her speeding ticket. I think my ears were still in the 'not working stage' at this point though because I don't even remember much of what she said. But I do remember that she asked to hang out when she got back in town so we could smoke some weed and have some fun. I do NOT know why i obliged. But our day continues. We got high then went to Milton for her SO EXCITING LIKE OMG doctors appointment. Well, we hit up the dollar store in which many unorthodox purchases were made. These are my purchases:

-Three chocolate bars
-a poster of all (possibly just many) of the bones in the human body
-planet stickers
-religious air fresheners (a cross, mary, and of course our homeboy jesus) in the tasty fragrance SAINTLY CINNAMON
-an egyptian bust
- two AWESOME hats

The hats were the highlight. Kim got a Peter Pan hat, complete with red feather and unnecessarily large front brim. In green of course. I myself decided on a sheriffs hat. Old school style. Dark brown, with a string to keep it on your head! So we wore these hats to her doctor's appointment, and consequently the rest of the day. Literally. I should never be allowed a constable hat. Police jokes ensue.

So yes. that was pretty much my day, aside from pointless endeavors.

I hope this recap of my daily events was interesting enough to finish, but I daresay I must be off.

Turrah, art attack style.

Ainsley