LOLA!

Liscense Plate

Having never owned a vehicle before I was presented with a brand spanking new plate upon registering Lola.
"Is this okay" the nice lady asked, as she handed me the plate.
"Are you serious?" I reply, "People turn them down?"
"You'd be surprised."

My plate number is something like "MCY 539".

"Now that you mention it. I have an allergy to "5's" I think I will need a different plate after all. Sorry. Also, 2's, the letter "f" and anything with a tail is a no go."

The nice lady looked at me, and smiled. I think she's heard that one before?

Oh well.

And the whole thing got me thinking, there are things that you will never see on a liscense plate: sex, jew, cox. There are things I wouldn't want mine to spell out: fug, pay, 666, 333, nut, ton, things like that. I was shocked to see a plate the other day that read "leb". I think I would turn that down too.

I wonder who decides what combinations shouldn't be printed????

Riding the Chicken Update

Destiny broke 2 ribs falling of the chicken. Poor, poor Destiny.

Bringing Back Cute

That is what our presentation will be about. Cute Comics.
It is going to be awesome. We are baking gingerbreadmen. and that will be awesome too.
We are going to try to actually engage the class. Something that so many presentations forget. But the question is how? How do you make a bunch of apathetic 20 somethings interact in there own learning?

I'm thinking bribery. Prizes. And sex.
Sex always sells.

Any ideas?

The Night Destiny Lived Out Her Dream of Riding The Chicken And I Did It Too Because It Seemed Like a Good Idea at The TIme

Destiny and Me
The only picture of me and Roar
Destiny Triumphs, Life will never be the same. (You should see the bruise she got from falling off the chicken)
This is not a sexy picture. (I made Roar help get me down. That's why I have no hideously large bruises like Dest does)

I'm Getting A CAR!!!

It's a 91 Mazda 323.
It is blue and that rust color. (the rust color is actually rust)
The inside is filthy.
The door handle on the inside passanger door was accidentally removed.
It has dummy locks.
It will be $150 a month to insure.
The doors don't shut properly so it leaks when it rains. And you can't listen to music when driving over 70km/h, because between the car running loud and the air in the door that doesn't quite shut, you just can't hear it.
The struts on the hatchback are shot, so we are replacing them.
And it burns oil.
Oh and the windsheild wiper fluid flies over the car.

Did I mention it was FREE?
I am SO ridiculously happy!
I will get to sleep in longer, and never have to worry about the bus being on time or walking down to 17th to hail a cab EVER AGAIN! (cross your fingers for me, it is an old car)

Yesterday I called in Period. They made me go to work anyways. Personally I think that if my period makes my stomache hurt worse than any migraine I've ever had, if it makes me naucious, if I can hardly walk or stand up straight, if it takes 2 migraine strength Ibuprofen to make it all go away, followed by 2 more 3 hours later, I should get to stay home curled up around a hot water bottle and eat cupcakes.

Oh well, work was almost worth overdosing on painkillers. It was steady but not slammed. And the boss only picked on me for whining a little.

Repentent

The last few days have been digustingly cold. Stay home and snuggle with your lover cold. Unfortunately mines out of town. Which left me with the cats. The annoying one, who is always insisting his food bowl is empty, even when it is full. And the HUGE one, the one who everyone insists is part cougar, or something, the one who spent a full 10 hours lying in my clean laundry. I know cause I was glued to the couch the laundry basket was sitting beside.
After a month and a half away from classes, school is back in full swing, and this time, away from the fuckupidness that was the disaster of the ending of my previous relationship, I'm settling in quite nicely. I'm not just caught up, I'm ahead.
Now I just have to add healthy eating and 3 trips a week to the gym into the schedule and I will be quite content with the person I have become.
Oh and I need to write more. So I will try. And it will be easier to keep you updated because I am getting internet @ home on Tuesday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In Focus

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.

I like that absence makes the heart fonder.
Wish you were here instead!

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.

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'm tired.

Probably I spend to much time running from my thoughts.
I know I don't sleep well.
I'm up a million times a night.

But it's when I start thinking,
when I get back to self.
I want to run.
Quickly.

I'm not sure if there's a candle left to burn.

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:

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.

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.

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.

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!!!

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.

The Exam Went Well

I guess I'm glad I didn't get run over after all.

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.