mr moroco

on my island paradice tomorrow is shrove tuesday. how come no one told my that my brief, but oh so beautiful love affair was so soon to come to a hiatus. thats right every my most sucessful new years resolution to date is soon to fall prey to my lentan observation. its only been two short months and in that time i have made it from zero to hero managing up to a pack and a half a day, but now with the demands of my faith pressing down on me, cigarettes i must give you up (but just for forty days). i know that i have yet to stick to a resolution so resolutely but i have to give up something, and lets be honest i just don't eat that much turkey. but you have treated my well in our time together, and i will not soon forget th smell of my breath or taste of my clothes under your influence. but don't get too teary eyed yet, we still have mardi gras together, for our absinance form cigarettes won't begin till mass on wednesday, when the ash on my forehead will mark the last ash of our friendship.

okay island paradice, its just you and me now...or soon at least.

there was something to dancing

how come no one told me the oscars are like 6 days away. i love oscars...well i love getting dolled up to watch tv actually. i think that on friday i will get dressed up to watch the soaps...well general hospital. infact next time someone gets married on one of the soaps im going to go to the wedding. this may be problematic with my lack of access to television, but i think that Big Dicks or The Pub would let me watch if i was buying food or drinks or something. that would be grand. okay well i had something particular to write about, that was interesting, but instead i just wrote a mundane monday blog.

sorry

i remembered the real point of the anecdote

im not going to france this spring. im just going to rot in windsor and get another job.


but the point was that the confessional people need to stop trying to pigeon hole me. i refuse to stand by anymore and listen to pigeonholing of any sort, be it of me or of things, ideas, classes, poems, other people, political systems
books
storesshoes
horseshoes
duck shoes
marshmallows
hot chocolate, unless its tim hortons hot chocolate being pigeon holed as the root of all evil (except my evil)

or um... my i think that my focus pants must have a hole in them cause all my focus keeps spilling out. im going to go see my mum.

why i love being a big sister

cause instead of going to 16th century lit classes i can spend the day in emerge dodging doctors and nurses.


hurray for oliver. don't worry he is healthier again now.


its upsetting though, i really wanted to go to 16th cent today. oh well i suppose there will always be thursday.

ps i wish i could go on holiday, or on reading week stress leave

(i think i already am on stress leave)

the point to the anecdote...

I just had a flashback, standing in my checker-tile floored kitchen, of what may be the first time i acted out of pure-evil. it may have been grade 4 or 5 at Jen heighingtons party. isn't that funny, Jen heighington went to Assumption here in windsor before coming to toronto...and now im in windsor. im not sure what that means, it might be karma. anyway. it was at heer birthday party with was late in october, and therefore themed around halloween. they had a fortune teller there who i refused to see, because i couldn't stand the presumption that this stranger could tell me any more about me than i already knew, i mean honestly i had lived with myself night and day for like a decade by that point, and she couldn't even pronounce my name (correctly). well i did eventually acquiess and have my fortune read, and do you know what that dummy told me? that my future was clouded and that all her cards were blank, i was unreadable. thanks for that! Anyway, i preceeded to fall into a deep meloncholy and when the other party goers wouldn't stop asking "whats wrong" i told them that when i was with the fortune teller i had got a vision of Jen drowning in the bobbing for apples container, and that it must have been true cause the fortune teller put the image in my head, and she was (as they all knew) a real fortune teller. Well i suppose i don't have to tell you that they wanted me to go home. teehee. it was okay, they weren't my friends, just the other girls in my class.

sigh... i had a reason for telling this story...what was it. oh yea, it was to tell off all of you suddenly confessional people. even when i was ten i was told that my fortune was unreadable, and so it hmmm this sounded intellegent when i started.

jen didn't drown bobbing for apples, although that may be because someone accidentally knocked over the tub and all the apples fell on the floor of the basement (which everyone knows has centapeeds on in at times).

it was thursday

hello, I'm pure evil, pleasure to meet you. i think my easetrough is about to fall off. interesting. anyway, i know you may have been beginning to think that maybe i was just bullshitting, but i assure you. nothing but evil here.


perhaps i should lay off high society for a bit, focus on the less fine things in life, like writing and drawing and taking pictures of things.

let me tell you a quick anecdote first, its funny i promise. well i think its funny. well maybe thats a lie, but i think you might be amused. or not, or maybe im just pure evil and there is no spoon or anecdote and im just forcing you to read on.


dream on.

Thursdays

i woke this morning, bright and early to write a paper on genre crossing. well, to finish the paper anyway. and it wasn''t bright at all, as far as outside was concerned it was still night time...but it was early. Anyway, i started making more notes in my note pad, but being fed up with that decided to just sit at my computer and write. i was about three pages into it when i decided i needed a post-vd- chocolate (the best kind of chocolate) so i reached passed the two empty wine glasses, a dry bottle of Lindmans bin55, between the empty micky of captain morgans spiced rum and a mini mickey of something that was attached to the morgans to pull a chocolate out of the red russle stovers heart shaped chocolate box. as i was eating the dark chocolate truffle i noticed peeking our from behind my laptop an empty beer bottle and looked up to see a shelf of other empty bottles, and it occured to me

i've missed recycling...again!


in case you were wondering, i was thinking about codeswitching this morning, and i think i should like to write about it at length when i finish my milton exam.

m

VD

and another thing, about the most best part of valentine's day, namely February 15th. My absolute most favourite thing about VD is the post VD chocolate sales!!! yea more chocolate in my life. 

 okay but seriously kids, what is up with the VP of the US shooting someone. isn't that just brilliant! I think that Steven Mckay should be taking careful notes. wouldn't it be something if Ross Paul (ppres of the U of Windsor) shot i dunno Eddie Fransis (mayor of windsor) for no apparent reason. just cause he was there. of course that would be a race issue so i guess Ross wouldn't get off so easily. but hey thats the genius of race issues. or of woman issues. i only have to say vagina once and all of a sudden its a "for women only" feminist blog. 

(wow how did i get here from vd chocolates?) oh well. i should be writing a paper and thinking deeply about milton (who rocks my freaking sox off). i think it will be wise to start bringing milton into all everyday conversations. A: hey Roo B: Hey A: how r you? B: can't complain. things are pretty balanced. A: is that so? B: well i have but to the pure all things are pure, and so im just handling it with the utmost prudence and temperance A: WTF B: Also speaking of temperance, don't you find it most disturbing to think what you should do with your time? people are always asking me "so what will you do..." And truth is i worry that i am adrift on a perfidious bark and that i may be shipwrecked before i manage to find a more -- A: yea, hey listen. i got class ... so and i'll continue the conversation with myself in here. oh milton what will you do next (nothing, you've been dead for hundreds of years) (It was a metaphor stupid) (not a very good one, metaphor for what)

VD

Isn't it a cliche for a woman not to post on her blog on valentine's day. Either because she feigns she doesn't realize that it is that day, or as though she somehow doesn't care (or perhaps doesn't post for fear that someone might think that she does). How wretched. I would feign to be cliche, and so here i am. posting on VD, which i learned today was, at one time, cured with mercury and steam baths. granted this treatment killed most patients, but none the less cured them of VD. I don't really have anything say about VD. im being kind of passive, my day was super full i forgot probably three serious tasks, which is (for those of you who know me) a most unusually anomaly, and signals to me that today really was full to the almost absolute brim. im all about faine-ing not feigning today cause ive been reading Astrophil and Stella. oh sidney...or perhaps astrophil, to have such a lover to scorn. what fun that could be. another thing i would like to bring up, which is unrelated but its my blog so i dont really care, oh it just went out of my head while i was having that little rant there...hmm. okay well i should be catching up sleep now. goodnight gentle warrior.

scratch

i feel like blogging, but i dont know what to blog about. life isn't really lifing just now. its kind of boring. im not sick anymore which i pleasant. i wrote a rather good essay, well not good, well maybe good, but the process of writing it was very pleasant which is a little new. well not totally new, but pleasant nonetheless. but the weather is pretty boring, so i suppose that's not bringing any drama into my life. and im not having nightmares (thank goodness) so thats pretty average. i have lots to do, but not really any stress (it would be nice if there was a little stress).

i find this to be often true that its all or none with pressure. id just like a failing grade of pressure like 42% or maybe even 37% or i suppose 17% but that might not be enough, i think i only have like 17% right now. but whatever.

im writing again, so that is nice. i think i should start walking lady again, i miss her, and her mum. id like to start drinking again too, but not really, maybe just eating bar food and playing billiards. or board games. i bought some, but i refuse to open them, in case i start playing boardgames with myself to procrastinate (though i bet that would help raise the stress level)

okay im going to go do some work before this thing has its scheduled meltdown

XL

i feel like im dying a little faster just now. all bets are on, and im done with toys that bring no fogs or clarity into my life.

what i love about being sick

midnight exanguinations!

followed closely by early morning nose bleeds
followed immediately by the nausea of swallowing more than a teaspoon of your own blood.

nappy is not very happy right now.

but on a lighter note, hmm no i dont think there is a lighter note right now. flu, you and i are no longer friends!