Friday 21 December 2012
Tuesday 18 December 2012
you have eighteen, I've got
I'm worn out, I can feel the bones in my lower back creaking against one another and under the library bathroom's fluorescent light, I just look tired. I've written five exams and I have another tomorrow.
Last night I sat on my bed and I stared at the wall for thirty minutes. I just wanted space to think and not think, drifting through daydreams and hazy half-lit ideas. I stared at the wall for thirty minutes, and then I keeled over and fell asleep at 7.15.
My mind has completely retired, it's absenting itself from my body and abstaining from the vote. I can't seem to corral my intellect into any kind of shape, it's drifting lazily on mental tides and washing against shores far distant from the contracts exam I have tomorrow.
Last night I sat on my bed and I stared at the wall for thirty minutes. I just wanted space to think and not think, drifting through daydreams and hazy half-lit ideas. I stared at the wall for thirty minutes, and then I keeled over and fell asleep at 7.15.
My mind has completely retired, it's absenting itself from my body and abstaining from the vote. I can't seem to corral my intellect into any kind of shape, it's drifting lazily on mental tides and washing against shores far distant from the contracts exam I have tomorrow.
Saturday 15 December 2012
fifteen thousand
Here are fifteen tiny stories or platitudes or ideas for you for the fifteenth.
The Strange and the Sweaty
First dates are a fascinating thing. He sweat so much he soaked his shirt and had to put his sweater on. He sopped his napkin and shook with nerves. I did not see him again.
Chillaxin' and Maxin' All Cool
Last night I learned that it is apparently not universal knowledge not to tell the girl you're dating that you think she's carrying a few extra pounds. Luckily, though, you probably shouldn't worry too hard about that extra weight because I bet you five dollars you will never see her again. Also, excuse me?
No, For Real
That's a real thing that happened. To me. Last night.
It Ain't Easy Feeling Feelings
And it is perfectly acceptable to not think about them until you have to. Right?
Chemistry Set
Number six and I are still talking and I am still utterly charmed, a year later.
Pillows Like Lips
I'm obsessed with pillows, of all things. Imagine how they could brighten the our apartment, whose walls are a dreamy and smoky cloud grey. I want all manner of patterns and shapes.
I'm an Excruciating Embarrassment
"Visa? Oh... Um. No, I actually can't pay with my debit. Well, I only have seven dollars, so maybe I don't need this... or this..."
You Just Want Me For My Intellect
When I leave the house sometimes I dress in my invisible outfit and I sneak through the streets like Harry Potter. Try curly hair, glasses, harem pants, and a big sweater. Your life will be free from voyeurs for one precious day.
I'm Straight (But It Might Just Be A Phase)
I wear a pin that says this on my housecoat. We loudly denounce heterosexual scenes in movies in our house: "Just disgusting, I mean do what you want, but don't flaunt it, okay!"
At The Altar of Her Incompetence
My property law professor somehow managed to hand out the same exam for the final that she had posted online with answers a month earlier. Should I feel bad that she might lose her job as this last-straws the formal complaint process already going forward? Probably not, no. She's bright, she'll find something else. It shouldn't be on our shoulders to sacrifice our understanding of property law.
SFF: Supreme Friends Forever
I know all the supreme court justices' names, I pick favourites like a sports team. McLachlin is of course my all time ace, you hear me? And La Forest? That rogue! Ritchie's a distant relative, which means heck we're practically siblings. And you gotta be able to get behind L'Heureux-Dube, the prolific dissenter. What a woman, she does what she wants. When I do what I want it usually involves just involves eggnog.
To Be Lit Up
I think it would benefit all of us to spend more time thinking up album titles for our hypothetical band's second album.
Saying Hello to Strangers Gets Tiresome
I have a pair of pants that have a great deal to say to the world. When I wear them, everyone smiles at them. For some reason when people smile at your pants, they feel the need to smile at you, too.
Insufficient Sweetness
I skip sugar in both my coffee and my personality.
Can We Just Talk About Me For A Second?
As soon as any quote is ripped from its original resting place, it becomes awful and trite. I'm sorry.
The Strange and the Sweaty
First dates are a fascinating thing. He sweat so much he soaked his shirt and had to put his sweater on. He sopped his napkin and shook with nerves. I did not see him again.
Chillaxin' and Maxin' All Cool
Last night I learned that it is apparently not universal knowledge not to tell the girl you're dating that you think she's carrying a few extra pounds. Luckily, though, you probably shouldn't worry too hard about that extra weight because I bet you five dollars you will never see her again. Also, excuse me?
No, For Real
That's a real thing that happened. To me. Last night.
It Ain't Easy Feeling Feelings
And it is perfectly acceptable to not think about them until you have to. Right?
Chemistry Set
Number six and I are still talking and I am still utterly charmed, a year later.
Pillows Like Lips
I'm obsessed with pillows, of all things. Imagine how they could brighten the our apartment, whose walls are a dreamy and smoky cloud grey. I want all manner of patterns and shapes.
I'm an Excruciating Embarrassment
"Visa? Oh... Um. No, I actually can't pay with my debit. Well, I only have seven dollars, so maybe I don't need this... or this..."
You Just Want Me For My Intellect
When I leave the house sometimes I dress in my invisible outfit and I sneak through the streets like Harry Potter. Try curly hair, glasses, harem pants, and a big sweater. Your life will be free from voyeurs for one precious day.
I'm Straight (But It Might Just Be A Phase)
I wear a pin that says this on my housecoat. We loudly denounce heterosexual scenes in movies in our house: "Just disgusting, I mean do what you want, but don't flaunt it, okay!"
At The Altar of Her Incompetence
My property law professor somehow managed to hand out the same exam for the final that she had posted online with answers a month earlier. Should I feel bad that she might lose her job as this last-straws the formal complaint process already going forward? Probably not, no. She's bright, she'll find something else. It shouldn't be on our shoulders to sacrifice our understanding of property law.
SFF: Supreme Friends Forever
I know all the supreme court justices' names, I pick favourites like a sports team. McLachlin is of course my all time ace, you hear me? And La Forest? That rogue! Ritchie's a distant relative, which means heck we're practically siblings. And you gotta be able to get behind L'Heureux-Dube, the prolific dissenter. What a woman, she does what she wants. When I do what I want it usually involves just involves eggnog.
To Be Lit Up
I think it would benefit all of us to spend more time thinking up album titles for our hypothetical band's second album.
Saying Hello to Strangers Gets Tiresome
I have a pair of pants that have a great deal to say to the world. When I wear them, everyone smiles at them. For some reason when people smile at your pants, they feel the need to smile at you, too.
Insufficient Sweetness
I skip sugar in both my coffee and my personality.
Can We Just Talk About Me For A Second?
As soon as any quote is ripped from its original resting place, it becomes awful and trite. I'm sorry.
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| are you smiling? |
Wednesday 12 December 2012
queen of twelve hearts
The best things in the world are as follows:
1. I'm crushing on you and you're crushing on me too.
2. Meeting the fluffiest St. Bernard tied up outside a store.
3. "Hey girllll you got brains for days to go with those legs." When I e-mail attachments to myself I include inspirational messages.
4. Macklemore.
5. Dogs parks on the ocean.
6. Did you know that I was the co-president of the Rappers And Poets Society (RAPS) in high school? It's not a big deal or anything.
7. Not fucking anything up for a few days. I make so many mistakes everywhere in my life that if I somehow sail smoothly for a couple of days I feel like a champion. Look at me, ma, look at me!
8. Christmas is coming! Let's have a side note about all the best things about the holidays: brunch on brunch on brunch, brothers, ski trails, and the ultimate party holiday: new year's.
That's all the best things. Not all lists have to go to 10, ok? Ok.
1. I'm crushing on you and you're crushing on me too.
2. Meeting the fluffiest St. Bernard tied up outside a store.
3. "Hey girllll you got brains for days to go with those legs." When I e-mail attachments to myself I include inspirational messages.
4. Macklemore.
5. Dogs parks on the ocean.
6. Did you know that I was the co-president of the Rappers And Poets Society (RAPS) in high school? It's not a big deal or anything.
7. Not fucking anything up for a few days. I make so many mistakes everywhere in my life that if I somehow sail smoothly for a couple of days I feel like a champion. Look at me, ma, look at me!
8. Christmas is coming! Let's have a side note about all the best things about the holidays: brunch on brunch on brunch, brothers, ski trails, and the ultimate party holiday: new year's.
That's all the best things. Not all lists have to go to 10, ok? Ok.
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| it is all I can do not to steal every dog I see. |
Tuesday 11 December 2012
tens up and eleven diagram
Hey, day ten, I saw you there. Day nine wrote me another exam but I had fun with this one. My professor calls it shooting rabbits, and I see what she's saying. The exam is just a story full of problems and each problem is a rabbit. Bang, bang, bang. Battery, private nuisance, private nuisance, and suddenly I have a couple thousand words in my game-bag. I spent my evening with teenage mutant ninja turtles II instead of property law, but even I can't argue a decision like that.
Day eleven, au jour d'hui. Curly hair and library studies, I can't count how many cups of tea. I've been buying Clipper tea because it comes in the most beautiful package. A tiny work of art in my tea cupboard or backpack is worth the extra dollar or two, no?
Bonus: forget about diagramming and categorizing your relationships with the people you're attracted to if you don't care to diagram and categorize. You can be neither here nor there with your feelings and that's just aces.
Day eleven, au jour d'hui. Curly hair and library studies, I can't count how many cups of tea. I've been buying Clipper tea because it comes in the most beautiful package. A tiny work of art in my tea cupboard or backpack is worth the extra dollar or two, no?
Sunday 9 December 2012
day 9
Sunday studying, smoking my dreams through filters. My imagination is caught up with winter, a season this city has barely met. I want to ski every day, I want to drink tea on the couch with my family, I want to walk down snowy side streets late at night with each of you.
Today I'm not concerned with my future, I'm thinking only about the next few weeks. I'm dreaming of lazy nothingness and of ski trails and novels. Hey holidays, get at me.
Today I'm not concerned with my future, I'm thinking only about the next few weeks. I'm dreaming of lazy nothingness and of ski trails and novels. Hey holidays, get at me.
Saturday 8 December 2012
days on
Day seven wrote me an exam and I wrote it one back. An exam is certainly not a love letter, that's about the only thing I learned.
Day eight is today. I went for a walk to the dog park and the ocean and found clippings from evergreens on people's curbs and brought them home and put them in a giant jar. I almost stole someone's perfectly round poofball of a pomeranian and I accepted a chewed on stick as a gift from a very small girl.
Day eight is today. I went for a walk to the dog park and the ocean and found clippings from evergreens on people's curbs and brought them home and put them in a giant jar. I almost stole someone's perfectly round poofball of a pomeranian and I accepted a chewed on stick as a gift from a very small girl.
Thursday 6 December 2012
Wednesday 5 December 2012
advent-ure
two-feather just challenged me to a blog advent calendar with facts about my life. Yikes I'm not sure I can promise to keep up with the dailys (that only goes for the roger's chocolate advent calendar my delightful roommate bought me) but I can give you some news about all the small right things in my life.
So what is it, day five?
Well, after having almost everything go wrong for a few days it turns out nearly everything is going right.
1. My nails are the perfect shade of grey-lavender. I've decided that nail polish is absolutely worth a study break.
2. After spending nearly $2500 on an apartment I don't live in (oops...) turns out I'm getting it all back! Great.
3. Gluten-free pretzels from boys.
4. I made up and made a perfect southwestern chicken soup that I'm still happy to pull out of the freezer a week or two on. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I learned to cook. I am not sure when this happened but I am pleased with it.
5. I'm just surrounded with really positive relationships right now. I like everyone around me and I'm pretty sure that every one likes me. The best sorts of ships are relationships, jah? Haha ew, sorry.
So what is it, day five?
Well, after having almost everything go wrong for a few days it turns out nearly everything is going right.
1. My nails are the perfect shade of grey-lavender. I've decided that nail polish is absolutely worth a study break.
2. After spending nearly $2500 on an apartment I don't live in (oops...) turns out I'm getting it all back! Great.
3. Gluten-free pretzels from boys.
4. I made up and made a perfect southwestern chicken soup that I'm still happy to pull out of the freezer a week or two on. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I learned to cook. I am not sure when this happened but I am pleased with it.
5. I'm just surrounded with really positive relationships right now. I like everyone around me and I'm pretty sure that every one likes me. The best sorts of ships are relationships, jah? Haha ew, sorry.
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