just a little homework...homework!

so this is my day.

this great huge pile of stuff i dont even really care about knowing

shakespeare...

vocab, acts 1-5 questions + more, banquos ghost, imagery, symbols.

the list goes on.

on top of this frustration, i thought knitting mr.jones mitts would be a nice and simple task.

THIS IS NOT THE CASE!

i have no idea what im doing with four knitting needles..

help me!!! i just want him to have nice green mittens for christmas !

also things feel like they're coming to a full stop.

i know CnK feel like theres a huge distance but its just cus im not telling them everything anymore, whats the need really? when they're bored of hearing it.

i feel bad for moses that seedman is moving, but maybe it'll be a good thing somehow.

i bet he wont even move.

must shower, then to dinner, then to church. then...

more shakespear.

hface

whatsitmeantoyou

so okay i know its like 2 goddamned seconds later but for chissake

cant you talk now?

its the same thing everytime

isnt it?

go somewhere

pretend to be sentimental

get in some hot square water

put on some guys clothes

laugh about it

whats whole in that?

whats the point in all this?

cant you see the grand scheme, or is it all for shits and giggles?

goddamnit all to hell right now.

he smokes he smoked tonight

im gunna write this one down.

getting it together.

bloke bloke block blech blowwwwk

waiting for him to either call or sign on.

while

babysitting..more like housesitting.

haha the looks on their faces!

"you have a blog?!"

yeah, and this is it.

hface

okay so.

new header. whoopie. i mader' up.

lets talk about today.

not to much to talk about i guess, but i saw emcam, and mr.jones was standing by.
haha i wanted to do a meet and greet but i know he's socially awkward sometimes and probably would have questioned WHY i did that.

i read about knitting and picasso and a. ginsberg and such.
left basic right basic..repeater 3, yeah wtvr.

i think i need to make a list of goals for myself

i know he CAN quit but i feel like
he wont.

"here comes poopystinkybumby"

ahh the snow. the snow.
i want a kitten. i live now for the moments i find to complete a thought.
hface

over and over and over and over and over

i dont even know what to blog about.

everything just seems so repetitive these days
save for the fact that everythings getting a little worse
each day.

typical day, get to school,
see someone i dont wanna talk to on the way in.
see cassiero killa littlah and messgah.
go to fashion, listen to leahs horrid excuse for a prayer
fashionfashion uselessness
s p a r e is so pointless except when mr.jones joins me
fitness, who fuckin cares we all die anyways right?
english is alright

all the inbetweens are the same, go see G go see gray, try and find mr.jones.
you know you know

i just wanna be outta this place, so badly.
i look out for the moments i get to spend with mr.jones, but i still worry he's just gunna stop caring.

i forgot why i stopped telling CnK stuff about us, but then i really remembered.

because they dont care at all.

i just want to spend time with him. we can work it out.
lets change it up a bit tomorow huh?


some of the best of these days, is: magical snow.
im going to watch FERN GULLY.

hface.

not to self: watch breaking away.

a thought before an all night conversation

i think

this is how i imagined it all
i think it could fit together nicely.
like a puzzle
a puzzle thats looking to be found.
now that snows steady falling
pieces will fall into place soon.
literally and figuritivly

i think.



the little buggers name will be mordecai moustache.
thanks to a combined effort by mr.jones and myself

whats in a name?

i cant seem to find the right name lets see..


ezekiel
mr.bojangles
isis
jude
moustache
carribou
pistachio
allouette
ishmael
ike
eli
abe
soup?

oh what next...mr. something or other.

maybe something will come to me in a dream...i think i need to do some more reading and find a name there.

a little more he said she said

"i dont want to be that girl"

"then stop what your doing"

i think i know i need him. i know i know i need him.

talktalktalktalk.

"until next we meet, i'll savour these moments"

    

no body feels any pain. - Just like a Woman, Bob Dylan.

That show was life altering... i feel like after i saw death cab and feist their music was still good and i was happy i could listen and know i went to see them...but this is different. His music and poetry just mean so much more now, they stick to you, right to the bone. however no one seems to care all that much.

the night itself was great. we were running late, and missed a bus that would have let us see dont think twice its alright. we got there and literally sprinted to the correl center across the gravely wet parking lot, AWAY from the crazy russian drunk who wanted us to hitch hike and 

got there 25 minutes late...unknowingly missing the best song of all time and space combined. 

i listened and teared up a little. i jumped around and i honestly felt the music beating in my heart. a man threw peanuts on the floor the entire time. another man looked on with binoculars and he was my favorite. i looked for jakey shares he was there somewhere but not in sight. earlier we met an attractive young fellow with a beautiful book he was interesting and chatty but in the best way.

getting to the heart of it, it was one of those things i just never wanted to end, i wanted to drink in every second and smell and sound and sight and never let it go. hopefully i can remember it forever as well as i do now. seriously a changing experience. 

to conclude, i had a brief meeting with some deer folk, met a true fan and think being thought of when a beautiful song is playing live is just about as good as being there to hear it.

"thank you fans" - Bob Dylan. 

this is it

okay so i havent blogged in way to long...like more than a week.

lets sum it up 

okie. 

did challenge, had a dream that almost made me 

cry, confessed, made some good friends. moses thinks one likes me. 

played hookie monday, droped anthro wedneday and scrambled to finish LOTF essay, thursday night met up with randoms, tr

uely a highschool kinda night. friday, went to breakfast at bways, shaved heads with hughes and van luven, awkwardly went to mezgers and watched LOTR, babysat, went to van luvens and gave him a red hand mark to prove it. saturday blaaaaaaaah. i did it. i dont think i messed it up...i just did it and i feel good. he doesnt but he needs to realize what i think i did. knitted another hat...sunday....is today and sunday is.....

B O B  D Y L A N. 

oh my lord...its gunna be SOMETHING ELSE. 

tonight we'll breathe the same air...for real. 

this weekend has felt like a mini holiday in itself, and now its coming to a close in the b-e-s-t way it could. with Rober A. Zimmerman

NOW THIS IS NO BS SERVICES!

yeah no bs starts now, or janurary technically.

this little beb is the new el presedawntay, all grown up.

"hey barack what do you wanna be when you grow up?"

"PRESIDENT."

dun and dun.

im so essited i think i could splode. finitto.




i like e-envelopes, and cats.

"fresh hearts unbroken" Leslie Feist

took mom to the hospital at night. wtffff

so leslie feist. she is so cool. and not cool just cus i cant think of a better word but she actually seems like such a cool person. really down to earth

the car ride there was decent. i knitted a bit, we stopped, had wendys. drove some more. saw the CN tower. got to res...and the crazyness ensues. i almost couldnt get in on account of not having a plastic card with my picture on it. i needed proof of my being a person to get past doors i could see through...and the man behind the desk clearly thought i was mentally unsound. anyways we got in after he made a HUGE acception....wtvr.

left to go to the ACC. had a blueberry bagel, with cream cheese. SAW FEIST.

she was awesome. such a great performer. she was just the right amount of comfortable on stage in my opinion. i dont think id enjoy a show where someone acted like they OWNED the floor they stood on. she was so easy going, it was nice to just be there.

i loved the screen work, projector with hands and moving live art. so original. really cutesy but not stupid. her shoes said "hi dad".

TRUMPETTTT. makes me realize how much i need to see a live jazz show. goodness may.

opening band was pretty good too, i liked their bit.

discovered some new songs, and some new ideas.

im gunna apply for real jobs and get out of babysitting, im more mature than that, and i dont deserve the bullshit im getting. NO BS SERVICES. got it?

im going to get rid of stuff in my room. i need space. i want to make it nice.

toronto was okay, need to go back and see the city more though.

love truck stops.

wow its been a couple-a-days since.

uhhh so lets see whats happened...

anthro test, wrecked the scantron cant say the same for the written bit but whatever. ran the best 5k of my life, 31minutes. biked 22k, actually did well thanks to my jap bike. i was flying. and then i ate shit hard in front of that guy. and got mud ALL OVER one side of my bod, and the chain came off, fixed it, kept on. came out on top somehow. whoooohooo. biking is apparently my forte.

partied on halloween. that was awesome. wish he'd-a-came. woulda been something.

went behind a shed saw a shooting star. didnt wish.

i was a damn good gyspy though. i looked the part but i forgot to read palms.

made wings of a chicken this morning, died one blue, another green. put on bobs greatest hits vinyl and cleaned the kitchen. babysat. fell asleep.

big b on three. 1 2 3 BIG B!. no shows.

home. talking to him.