Paint

I'm covered in paint! Yeah so after I was bored earlier I decided to dig out my aisle and do some painting... so i re-did a canvas or a background and semi-finished another piece that wasn't complete. I really wish I had money for actual canvas tho...Haha.. soon soon.
Uhm, I fixed my layout too kinda. PLus a new colour scheme, I hope its not too bright on the corneas, wouldn't want that

Tonight I am heading to alex's parent's for dindin, thank god... i'm so hungry, all i've had today is grapes and some popcorn. Oh how I love popcorn. Then we might be going out draankin'. Or drinking.

For now I'm listening to wolfmother, blogging, and waiting for alex to come get me... he should be here shortly... in probably about 5 minutes. I'm going to put some lotion on my hands and figure out which coat to wear...

PCE

Baah, So I'm sitting in bed, its saturday, I don't want to do my readings, and my blog format-ness had just gone crazy and I can't fix it... Drrg.

I don't know, I'm pretty bored. I called my mom to see if she was coming into town today but she's got the flu or something. LAME. Ugh. . . What am I going to do. Called wild wing again, manger wasn't there AGAIN... I'm going through my old ipod listening to old songs its kinda fun... I should really just do some readings tho... And eat too ...

What a lame post...

15 minutes:

15 minutes till class, I have to pee really bad but don't want to lose me seat(I'm by windows in a corner of the caf). I keep having waves of nausea for no apparent reason(but its probably the coffee). 3 more hours of class to go. Then I can go home and do more reading! Yaaay. naat.

Its cold, grey, rainy. So much for January. I expect cold, and sometimes grey. But rain? I like rain when I'm inside. But not when there's a torrential downpour and I'm in the middle of it waiting for the bus with nothing on my feet but a pair of moccasins.

There's some obnoxious girls sitting beside me splitting three chicken strips amongst themselves. Trent is a strange school. I think I have a canker on my tongue. So it kinda hurts to move it/talk. Blaagh. I wish it wasn't so damp.

On the bright side of things, I got a job at a restaurant. Sweet. I'll probably be serving in a few months, and this means tips and monies. So no more relying on other people to get me things. Its going to be sweet. Once I get my bills all paid offf and pay people back money that I owe then, get my passport and save money for Myrtle Beach. I'll be in the clear and feeling good. Saving for summer rent, and buying things...like shoes, and clothes, and bags. WOO! So stoked. Haha.

I see some girl I went to high school across the caf. She's got a sweet orange trench coat on, i dig it. There's people walking around in the parking lot outside. Its not raining anymore, but its still grey. Sometimes I like grey, it puts me in a thinking mood. I can't really think when its all sunny out. Its weird, I'm more spontaneous and just want to have fun. When its grey, I feel grey. More real almost. Its not a bad thing. Sometimes I like being stoic and critical.

I see a boy I went to elementary school with walking into the school. I have class with him. I've never spoken with him, even in elementary school. Its a funny thing.



I could probably go to the classroom now. Pee first tho. And a water bottle fill up.

Yessss.

Gaaaaators

I'm sitting up in bed right now drinking berry flavoured gatorade that I bought last night assuming I would most likely be hung over today. I am however, not hungover... but that doesn't mean that an icy cold swig of gatorade doesn't make my brain feel nice. Right? Anyway, I'm in the process of transitioning from this blog to another one... but i'm not even entirely sure that I wont keep this one. Yes, that was double negative. Since I'm planning on taking a more political look at things on my other one. We'll just see where this one goes. This is still provides me with a forum to vent my emotional issues to whoever happens to be reading.
Today I haven't got much planned but keep feeling like something bigger is supposed to be going on. Tomorrow there is this protest rally against the harper gov't sucking and suspending government. So that's really all I feel like is going on this weekend.
I might go downtown later and do some reading and blogging and tea/coffee drinking. We shall see tho. I wish there was a coffee shop that would supply you with endless amounts of coffee. That would be too easy though.
Okay, I'm going to try to wake brooks up from her slumberous state, then I don't know. I just want it to be spring so bad. I'm sick of winter. Sick of mild coldness and melting snow... and the ice patch that gathers at the top my stairs that is in fact a death trap.

I'm hungry. And need a good insightful book. None of that teen trash ... trash. Garbage. Haaha. I need something real with substance. Ugh.

FUCKING KIDS!


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I'm making a new blog.

Bullshit

The world is a vast depressing mass. News brings claims hysteria about global warming, pandemics, wars, everyone's dying and everyone's crying. Fuck.

How can someone carry on despite all of this bullshit and not care?! I wish people weren't so fucking selfish. Of course not everyone is selfish but those who are, are the ones who have the power. And it's fucked. People are fucked. This country is fucked. All countries are fucked. The fuck is fucked.

FUCK.

How can I make a difference? Can someone care about things with me? Is it ever possible to reverse the extensive damage that has been inflicted upon the whole human race and human nature? I may sound a little idealist in my words, but maybe that's what we need. A little fucking optimism for crying out loud.

Like yeah, yeah, bad news sells. WHY... It just depresses. Fucking government and corporate domination. Why the hell do I even want to get into this shit.

Journalism. Okay. That's where I'll go. And rant... Maybe it will get something done. Do some activism, I have no idea. I've felt drawn towards that though.

ALSO, Fuck Stephen Harper. Fuck him. He makes me so angry I want to cry. Why would Canada elect such a fascist to run our country. It makes me sick. I'll continue this rant later with more support but for now I have to go.

Peace? <<>

Confusion

I'm confused about life, friends, and support...

Resolutions:::

- No bullshit

- Floss

- Prioritize

- Take vitamins, iron, b12, more often...

I think there was something else... Hmm...

Anyways. I'm sitting in my fresh and clean home making perogies and salmon for dinner.

That's all :)