It's Reading Week. I can tell you what I'm most definately NOT doing, and thats reading. My sisters home from Uni, so we went shopping on Queen St. wandering from shop to shop, and managed to blow in excess of $400 in combined expenses. Now I'm officially poor. I was poor before, but now It's official. Thank you fucking VISA for letting me spend money I haven't even made yet. Oh well, at least I'll be a poor person with cool clothes.
I'm redecorating my room this week as well, huzzah! My room hasn't changed since I was like 12 years old, except for the posters i took with me during my brief stint as an independent adult living away from home. So that means I have to do away with the Power Rangers bed sheets, damnit! (ok maybe not). I'm thinking something Oriental meets art-deco/ art-nouveau. I haven't chosen a colour scheme yet, but I have a pretty good idea of what I'm looking for. If anyone has any ideas for some cool found object furniture or appliances I could spend my time making, I'd love to hear some suggestions. So far I'm making a bed-side table out of an old tape recorder/ stereo thingamabob that I've taken apart. I'll show pics when its done.
So Hunter Thompson is dead, which seems to be a much bigger deal to all my friends than it does to me. Maybe cause I only pretend to know how to read ( still wondering how I'm going to get through school majoring in English). Well I liked Fear and Loathing and all, but I'm not gonna stay in bed all day crying or start wearing lots of black or anything. R.I.P none the less.
I looked up at the sky the other day and the clouds were shaped like a giant vagina.
I wonder what the Freudian school of thought would have to say about this?
Has anyone ever died from sexual frustration?
I might brush the dust off my drumset and take it to go up and visit Reid at UoG later this week (I still have essays coming out the Wahzoo). We'll see how that goes.
All my friends are in other provinces or countries at the moment. Jamie and Andrew in Whistler, Sarah and soon to be Amy in Scotland and then wherever (Buttfuck Europe for all I know) So, in short, I'm lonely.
Something rather ironic occured to me today. I'm decisively selective when it comes to making friends for someone with absolutely no social skills. Okay thats an exaggeration, but you know what I mean. Making friends was so much easier in grade school, without all the psycho-social politics, when all you had to do was share the fruit rollup your mom packed in your lunch, and you automatically had a new friend. Oh well, enough nostalgia for the time being.
That was a long post. Didn't realize I had so much garbage to spout. In closing I'd like to leave you with some Smiley Emoticons. I haven't used any yet, and I've been itching to try them out. Oh the novelty! Excuse me while I go Apeshit.
Ok, its out of my system. Gnight All.
I'm redecorating my room this week as well, huzzah! My room hasn't changed since I was like 12 years old, except for the posters i took with me during my brief stint as an independent adult living away from home. So that means I have to do away with the Power Rangers bed sheets, damnit! (ok maybe not). I'm thinking something Oriental meets art-deco/ art-nouveau. I haven't chosen a colour scheme yet, but I have a pretty good idea of what I'm looking for. If anyone has any ideas for some cool found object furniture or appliances I could spend my time making, I'd love to hear some suggestions. So far I'm making a bed-side table out of an old tape recorder/ stereo thingamabob that I've taken apart. I'll show pics when its done.
So Hunter Thompson is dead, which seems to be a much bigger deal to all my friends than it does to me. Maybe cause I only pretend to know how to read ( still wondering how I'm going to get through school majoring in English). Well I liked Fear and Loathing and all, but I'm not gonna stay in bed all day crying or start wearing lots of black or anything. R.I.P none the less.
I looked up at the sky the other day and the clouds were shaped like a giant vagina.
I wonder what the Freudian school of thought would have to say about this?
Has anyone ever died from sexual frustration?
I might brush the dust off my drumset and take it to go up and visit Reid at UoG later this week (I still have essays coming out the Wahzoo). We'll see how that goes.
All my friends are in other provinces or countries at the moment. Jamie and Andrew in Whistler, Sarah and soon to be Amy in Scotland and then wherever (Buttfuck Europe for all I know) So, in short, I'm lonely.
Something rather ironic occured to me today. I'm decisively selective when it comes to making friends for someone with absolutely no social skills. Okay thats an exaggeration, but you know what I mean. Making friends was so much easier in grade school, without all the psycho-social politics, when all you had to do was share the fruit rollup your mom packed in your lunch, and you automatically had a new friend. Oh well, enough nostalgia for the time being.
That was a long post. Didn't realize I had so much garbage to spout. In closing I'd like to leave you with some Smiley Emoticons. I haven't used any yet, and I've been itching to try them out. Oh the novelty! Excuse me while I go Apeshit.
Ok, its out of my system. Gnight All.