I like to walk to and from work. I like looking at the old buildings the old moldings and the bright neon signs. It is the most relaxing time of the day. On the way there I will sip at a Chai latte and hurry my feet trying to beat tardiness. On the way home I will walk with the phone pressed to my ear, catching up with a friend or two. The feeling of being connected to someone is what makes it possible to wonder through down town in the night.
I stare at the blank computer screen and will myself to become sucked into my homework and instead turn to Facebook. Having caught up with my friends I try again to study but am distracted by a text message, a growling stomach, the ticking of the clock.
23.11.07
14.11.07
This post is brought to you by me before I've had my morning coffee.
Sometimes I think you have to make a bad decision to have a good life. Or maybe just choose the road that you would be less likely to travel because you know that your decision making skills sometimes suck. Or maybe just let the alcohol make the decision for you. It's probably right. Or maybe wrong. But really, how bad can you fuck it up anyways? Not too too bad right? Well, we'll see. So far so good.
5.11.07
in the Dark
The edges of the night are fuzzy.
I don't look at them to hard though. Who know's what I'd find.
It's just smart. Like not walking down that alley. From it's edge the homeless are audible. Having a quarrel. Maybe drunk? Maybe high on cough syrup.
The click of my heels keep me company. The way my scarf floats into the black make me feel light and worry free. Like I don't have a million things tugging at the daylight hours.
In the pitch of the night all the needy people fade away.
The click of my heels keep me safe. That and Orion in the sky, keeping guard.
I don't look at them to hard though. Who know's what I'd find.
It's just smart. Like not walking down that alley. From it's edge the homeless are audible. Having a quarrel. Maybe drunk? Maybe high on cough syrup.
The click of my heels keep me company. The way my scarf floats into the black make me feel light and worry free. Like I don't have a million things tugging at the daylight hours.
In the pitch of the night all the needy people fade away.
The click of my heels keep me safe. That and Orion in the sky, keeping guard.
Last Draft of ART
Sorry, probably you are bored of this poem but I thought it would be sweet to include you in it's evolution.
So for the last time here is:
So for the last time here is:
ART
It’s that
dirty little secret.
"Don't laugh-
my dream is to write a book.
I want to write."
It’s the tooth that you put under your pillow and hope for money to appear in return.
It is uncomfortable.
It’s growth.
It’s what’s crafted between thoughts
and shared with the world, or
kept to yourself.
It is ever-changing, malleable
It’s purity,
pornograpghy-
it's burlesque.
It’s the line that runs from the height of a woman’s cheek bone to the curve
of her breast, the slim of her waist, and ends with that poor baby toe.
30.10.07
Art is... modified
It has no solid definition to the masses
Not here
Not in Canada.
Here it's,
That Dirty Little Secret.
"Don't laugh! My real dream is to write a book.
I want to write."
It's that tooth that you put under your pillow and hope for money to appear in return.
It is uncomfortable.
It's growth.
It's what's crafted in between thoughts
and shared with the world.
Or kept to yourself.
It is ever-changing, malleable.
It's not porn.
It's burlesque.
Perhaps it's the line that runs from the height of a woman;s cheek bone ti the curve of her breast, the slim of her waist, and ends with that poor baby toe. Perhaps.
Not here
Not in Canada.
Here it's,
That Dirty Little Secret.
"Don't laugh! My real dream is to write a book.
I want to write."
It's that tooth that you put under your pillow and hope for money to appear in return.
It is uncomfortable.
It's growth.
It's what's crafted in between thoughts
and shared with the world.
Or kept to yourself.
It is ever-changing, malleable.
It's not porn.
It's burlesque.
Perhaps it's the line that runs from the height of a woman;s cheek bone ti the curve of her breast, the slim of her waist, and ends with that poor baby toe. Perhaps.
29.10.07
Monday
He mumbles and my mind wanders from his lips and gets lost.
Monday.
Again.
Again and again.
I feel a little like I've been run over by a mack truck.
His lips are still moving. His eyes catch my attention. Nice eyes.
I am thinking about all there is to do this week and the 8 million ways to avoid doing any of it. Right now for example I am supposed to be listening to the words pushing past his lips and not day dreaming about what he might look like with out that beard.
Funny looking. Naked. Awkward.
The beard suits him.
Monday.
Again.
Again and again.
I feel a little like I've been run over by a mack truck.
His lips are still moving. His eyes catch my attention. Nice eyes.
I am thinking about all there is to do this week and the 8 million ways to avoid doing any of it. Right now for example I am supposed to be listening to the words pushing past his lips and not day dreaming about what he might look like with out that beard.
Funny looking. Naked. Awkward.
The beard suits him.
26.10.07
Random Thoughts!
I wish I'd worn my contacts today... I need to go back to lens crafters and have my glasses adjusted to fit my teenie tiny head... again, and then I need to remember not to lie on the things and bend them out of their teenie tiny shape.
I am trying to eat healthy but I am having trouble finding that balance between too little and too much. So I end up under/over eating. So weird. And water, now that I drink 8-12 glasses of water a day- I'm thirsty all the time! How the hell does that work?
I am buying myself a new bed for boxing day! Cant wait!
What else is new?
Starting bartending school soon, hoping to get a job where people actually tip. Then I'm going to work all christmas and hopefully make enough money for afore mentioned bed.
Getting my hair done at that place that is WAY too expensive by that girl who does a FANTASTIC job. But is rough on my skull. BUT she does a FANTASTIC job. What should I have done? Any Ideas? I'm not cutting more than 3 inches off my hair.
Have Homework I should be doing now instead of this.
Am taking Kickboxercise!!! it is awesome!!!! I get to kick things!!!!!
Have a good weekend everybody!!! Hopefully I will too! I need to relieve some tension... maybe... SHOPPING!!!
I am trying to eat healthy but I am having trouble finding that balance between too little and too much. So I end up under/over eating. So weird. And water, now that I drink 8-12 glasses of water a day- I'm thirsty all the time! How the hell does that work?
I am buying myself a new bed for boxing day! Cant wait!
What else is new?
Starting bartending school soon, hoping to get a job where people actually tip. Then I'm going to work all christmas and hopefully make enough money for afore mentioned bed.
Getting my hair done at that place that is WAY too expensive by that girl who does a FANTASTIC job. But is rough on my skull. BUT she does a FANTASTIC job. What should I have done? Any Ideas? I'm not cutting more than 3 inches off my hair.
Have Homework I should be doing now instead of this.
Am taking Kickboxercise!!! it is awesome!!!! I get to kick things!!!!!
Have a good weekend everybody!!! Hopefully I will too! I need to relieve some tension... maybe... SHOPPING!!!
23.10.07
ART IS?
Yesterday my class had a long and passionate discussion about what art is... I mean one dude was almost shouting because his idea of what art is did not Jive with everyone else's. WOW.
Art is personal. It is intention. An expression. A craft. It has no solid definition to the masses, not here, not in Canada. Here in Canada art is that dirty little secret.
The other day someone said to me: "Don't Laugh... my real dream is to write a book. I want to write."
It is that tooth that you put under your pillow and hope for money to appear in return.
It is uncomfortable.
It is growth.
It is discovering yourself and your potential and sharing it with the world, or keeping it to yourself.
It's not porn.
It's burlesque.
It is what I want to create and have you praise.
It is entertainment.
It is ever-changing and malleable and...
to some people
it is everything.
Art is personal. It is intention. An expression. A craft. It has no solid definition to the masses, not here, not in Canada. Here in Canada art is that dirty little secret.
The other day someone said to me: "Don't Laugh... my real dream is to write a book. I want to write."
It is that tooth that you put under your pillow and hope for money to appear in return.
It is uncomfortable.
It is growth.
It is discovering yourself and your potential and sharing it with the world, or keeping it to yourself.
It's not porn.
It's burlesque.
It is what I want to create and have you praise.
It is entertainment.
It is ever-changing and malleable and...
to some people
it is everything.
22.10.07
Realizing she has a fan base... Sarah, Allie is going to try to post more regularly... might need some metamucil first
I was almost run over this morning. In a crosswalk. The car slowly drove toward me until I realized that if I took one more step, if she drove one more foot, I would be bouncing of the hood of the beater her daddy obviously didn't buy her. Gotta respect that at least. I did the usual arms slightly shrugged "WHAT THE FUCK." She dipped her head apologetically and drove off into the student lot.
I wanted to chase after her. But. It's early. And that would only be bad news.
Should have kicked the car as it went by.
Should have let her hit me.... I have a midterm this morning.
And she was driving slowly.
I wanted to chase after her. But. It's early. And that would only be bad news.
Should have kicked the car as it went by.
Should have let her hit me.... I have a midterm this morning.
And she was driving slowly.
19.10.07
Her arms swung up and punched the air, while her body twisted and dipped. Turned. Stomped, twisted, got low. The music beat loud. Carried the crowd. Sticky floors sucked at the soles of her boots. In the corner a man in black. Not having fun. Watching everyone. The bouncer glares at the crowd, bored. She rocks her body, oblivious to everyone, even the man dancing with her. It's her, and the beat. And the ominous presence of the man in black.
15.10.07
Writing
If I quiet my thoughts.
And write them before they speak to me.
They tend to tell less lies.
They tend to tell more beautifully
with honesty.
The workings of my mind.
And write them before they speak to me.
They tend to tell less lies.
They tend to tell more beautifully
with honesty.
The workings of my mind.
25.9.07
Yesterdays Free Write
Pen to page.
Skeevy pirates,
A parrot would talk to much.
Would lack impulse control.
Kinda like me.
Dicipline. No I do not want to teach.
Not big. Not small. Not teach at all.
I am wondering how long it takes to become. How long I can last like this:
I burn the candle at all ends.
I allude sleep. And it in turn alludes me.
I wrote a poem in the shower. In my head. It almost slipped away. Instead I just looked slightly foolish. I hate the "You're writing poetry?" Words work, twist, splay, and turn. Splish tare, and bare.
They leave everything naked to anothers eyes and judgement.
Size
Script
Ink
It's all relevant
Skeevy pirates,
A parrot would talk to much.
Would lack impulse control.
Kinda like me.
Dicipline. No I do not want to teach.
Not big. Not small. Not teach at all.
I am wondering how long it takes to become. How long I can last like this:
I burn the candle at all ends.
I allude sleep. And it in turn alludes me.
I wrote a poem in the shower. In my head. It almost slipped away. Instead I just looked slightly foolish. I hate the "You're writing poetry?" Words work, twist, splay, and turn. Splish tare, and bare.
They leave everything naked to anothers eyes and judgement.
Size
Script
Ink
It's all relevant
10.9.07
Update on Lil' Preggo
After playing a used woman turned stripper, Lil Preggo's newest role is Pregnant Hooker.
I love it.
Except for this time she gets to keep her clothes on... but maybe it will be more appropriate to cat call?
I am so going to be the one yelling "Ya Mommy!" from the audience :P
I love it.
Except for this time she gets to keep her clothes on... but maybe it will be more appropriate to cat call?
I am so going to be the one yelling "Ya Mommy!" from the audience :P
6.9.07
All is fair
Started classes yesterday and became quickly bored out of my mind by the in depth reading of course outlines. Arg.
Poetry class looks good tho. Even tho I am the worst poet EVER, I love workshopping, it is so educational. It looks like there is going to be a good group.
My problem is my poetry often ends up looking to much like prose.
For example, somehow I want to turn the following into a poem:
I study sex every chance I get.
That is to say I'm a scorpio.
"Nympho."
Scorpio.
"Same thing."
Probably I'll add some random facts that I've learned over my last year of studies regarding western sexualities. Like that clitorectomies were used as lates as the 1950's to cure small girls from masterbation. Or that video killed the stripping industry. Oh, and my all time favorite, that Canada Customs has control over the media allowed into the country, and decides what is indecent. Customs. LAME.
Fun stuff like that.
What do you think?
Anyone have any fun facts?
Poetry class looks good tho. Even tho I am the worst poet EVER, I love workshopping, it is so educational. It looks like there is going to be a good group.
My problem is my poetry often ends up looking to much like prose.
For example, somehow I want to turn the following into a poem:
I study sex every chance I get.
That is to say I'm a scorpio.
"Nympho."
Scorpio.
"Same thing."
Probably I'll add some random facts that I've learned over my last year of studies regarding western sexualities. Like that clitorectomies were used as lates as the 1950's to cure small girls from masterbation. Or that video killed the stripping industry. Oh, and my all time favorite, that Canada Customs has control over the media allowed into the country, and decides what is indecent. Customs. LAME.
Fun stuff like that.
What do you think?
Anyone have any fun facts?
5.9.07
I am lame
I am weird. Probably you all know that. I went to Seattle. It rocked. It was a long day. And I felt a little guilty for requesting it and then napping the whole way there, and most of the way back. My bestfriends dad drove us out. Showed us the sights. It was his day off, and I did, do feel guilty for monopoplizing it. It was part of the being spoiled on my vacation. Whatever I wanted I got. And I am grateful for it.
But back to Seattle and my being weird.
For the week before my vacation I went ON AND ON AND ON about visiting my meca, the birthplace of ....STARBUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanted to go, get my picture taken and just soak in the beauty of the original corporate blackhole that is Starbucks. It was right at Pike Place Market, where we were to spend our morning.
We got there. I looked inside. It was busy, full of people. I didn't go in. My friend took my picture. Her dad asked if we were going in. I said no. Too busy. Don't like crowds. I stepped in. Grabbed a mug, paid in the quickest moving Starbucks line EVER. And left.
Meca visited. Mission accomplished.
I love my mug!
But back to Seattle and my being weird.
For the week before my vacation I went ON AND ON AND ON about visiting my meca, the birthplace of ....STARBUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wanted to go, get my picture taken and just soak in the beauty of the original corporate blackhole that is Starbucks. It was right at Pike Place Market, where we were to spend our morning.
We got there. I looked inside. It was busy, full of people. I didn't go in. My friend took my picture. Her dad asked if we were going in. I said no. Too busy. Don't like crowds. I stepped in. Grabbed a mug, paid in the quickest moving Starbucks line EVER. And left.
Meca visited. Mission accomplished.
I love my mug!
2.9.07
Quiet Moment for Random Thoughts
It is funny when there is no noise. When the house falls silent. At home that never happens, there is the sound of traffic, neighbours moving behind thin walls and above me, two pyschotic cats running rampant, racing, raucious. Here there is silence, but for the sound of humming lights and moving air.
Can you imagine the mess of a motorcycle hitting a deer, a moose?
I don't like motorcycles. I can see how they would be exhilarating, but they scare me. To drive next to, to pass. And my biggest driving pet peeve is the biker that zips up behind, then to the side, and is suddenly passing the person in front of you.
A venti non fat no foam tazo chai contains approx. 320 calories, thats 100 more than a slim fast shake. It is recommended that you intake a minimum of 300 calories for breakfast to get the metabolism going.
Give blood. It takes little time and makes a world of difference.
Everyone has cancer. It is scary. A few of my friends parents are fighting it. It makes me worry about my own. It makes me worry about my friends.
The tip of the tongue the teeth the lips.
I downloaded Courtney Jaye's "Can't Behave" for my ringtone. LOVE IT! I need new music. Current fave is Timbalands "The Way I Are". I know, I'm a pop music slut. Current least fave is Fergie's #1 hit, can't remember what it's called, something about being a big girl and not crying, or out growing diapers.
Can you imagine the mess of a motorcycle hitting a deer, a moose?
I don't like motorcycles. I can see how they would be exhilarating, but they scare me. To drive next to, to pass. And my biggest driving pet peeve is the biker that zips up behind, then to the side, and is suddenly passing the person in front of you.
A venti non fat no foam tazo chai contains approx. 320 calories, thats 100 more than a slim fast shake. It is recommended that you intake a minimum of 300 calories for breakfast to get the metabolism going.
Give blood. It takes little time and makes a world of difference.
Everyone has cancer. It is scary. A few of my friends parents are fighting it. It makes me worry about my own. It makes me worry about my friends.
The tip of the tongue the teeth the lips.
I downloaded Courtney Jaye's "Can't Behave" for my ringtone. LOVE IT! I need new music. Current fave is Timbalands "The Way I Are". I know, I'm a pop music slut. Current least fave is Fergie's #1 hit, can't remember what it's called, something about being a big girl and not crying, or out growing diapers.
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