February 2010
January 2010
lol
went to print pics for tattoo estimate and forgot my print card .. woops .. fail
owen pallett’s new album is blowing my mind...
“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via artpixie)
“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe...”
– Friedrich Netzsche (via artpixie)
“i was drawn to all the wrong things: i liked to drink, i was lazy, i...”
– do i quote too much bukowski? f-ing love this book
never kissed a broken jaw
today i ended up being.. semi-productive. walked from the beach to cadboro village and checked out a cute vintage/knick-knack shop while i waited for my hair appointment. picked up a long gold necklace w/ a victorian-style portrait on a pendant ($18), a vintage map-print wallet (more like billfold, really, but only $1.50!), and a big bottle of joico skin-luxe vanilla body creme for only $9! wild!...
productivity fail
told myself i would catch up on schoolwork last night/today, but instead i have: taken a bath and shaved legs, armpits, etc, watched half of amelie, binged on chicken fingers and yam fries, slept in until one, made lunch/frap/downtown/coffee plans with katie, sarah, taylor and gavin.. one after another. sigh. i am the absolute worst student. need to write a fuckin’ playlet for thursday.
12:57
halfway through amelie but too tired to continue. spent last few hours chatting with ex bf and i’ll admit - i miss him. shouldn’t have had that energy drink / those chicken fingers. sort of decided i want to get a fairly sizable tattoo on my outer left thigh = flowers for sask, alberta, and bc, all in diff. stages of growth. what do you think? yay / nay? have had this idea for a year...
update
what’s new: not a whole lot. school and work are still, for the most part, consuming my life. dropped my geography lecture and the corresponding three hour lab and am now going to school a mere three days a week, taking three lecture classes and two tutorials. i just.. really don’t like university. and for now, i’m okay with that.
hours are good at work. roughly 28 a week. gave...
fyi
i see nothing wrong with and will never apologize for my love of fashion and appearances. can’t stand rants on such things. how does having this particular interest make me any less interesting or legitimate than anyone else? it’s not shallow, it’s a genuine love for something tangible.
seriously.. quit
“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
– Marcus Tullius Cicero (via artpixie)
paolo nutini - simple things
blogging while i...
dreams i've had recently:
1) christmas dinner of domino’s pizza ft: the monks as gavin’s family
2) paying $10 cover w/ nicole to sit in a grubby basement suite
3) mom going off to console my ex bf’s new gf
4) flipped my car all by my lonesome on a random prairie road
“things will turn out the way you want - if you could just stop doubting that i...”
– science of sleep
my wants, right now:
(in no particular order) a haircut, a really cold bottle of water, a bowl of rainbow sorbet, a very soft couch in a dark basement, a big tv and a great movie, a pair of sweatpants (i know, barf), for it to be friday (aka sangria night already), a fake id OR a 19th birthday, my BFF, smooth legs, an interest in university..
i seem to know what i want only until it comes to boys and relationships....
why today sucks
a) woke up at 8:23 and thus did not make it to my first ES tutorial in which an assignment that i rushed to do last night was due
b) forgot to read “the importance of being earnest” over the weekend and failed my pop-quiz in theatre class
c) my phone is not working
i am absolutely the worst student. university is terrible. am skipping my other two classes and going to nanaimo....
iron and wine - naked as we came
what is happening?
this is what is happening: today, i rang through a boy at work. 6’5, dark hair, neck tattoos (the outline of a horse), adorable face. and you see, he asked me when i was off work. and he asked me if i would meet him at starbucks. and i said yes. worst butterflies for the next few hours.
it turns out he is.. ridiculously nice, outgoing, etc. we talked and talked and talked and drove up to...
made some purchases, today
a saturday night off-campus
spent the last five or so hours in gavin’s basement suite on the cutest little street in the world. watched the aforementioned zardoz and laid around cuddling and adoring eachother. he has killer collarbones, i’m sorry, i forgot how much i like that sort of thing..
if this doesn’t work out, i’ll have to quit my job. so here’s hoping (ha ha ha)
“she would have been a better fuck in greece, maybe. america was a shitty place...”
– more bukowski
unison falling into harmony by great lake...
in dreamland at 4:09 am
gavin came over tonight. we watched ‘once’ (loved it!), and as he was about to leave i decided against letting it happen and we had our first kiss. he stayed four more hours - a lot of kisses and cuddles and his saying he was “relieved” to know how i feel. seriously tops any firsts with any boy ever. fucking adorable
