"When I was a kid, I had a rice box, instead of a sand box."
The best trip of your life, the best trip of your life is when your white freezie is poisoned.
Spontaneity is the life essence of any blog, according to Kaylie and I.
She's feeling bored, so I asked her to talk at me you see.
I went back to the centre of the universe a few days ago - I saw fireworks you know. And the Katimacrew started a dance party in the very middle of Nathan Phillips Square.
I feel a bit pressured to write this blog, I hate that.
But at the same time I hate leaving a blog for too long, like I have now.
Oh how indecisive I am! Screw it, I want to write this blog, otherwise I wouldn't be writing it.
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
Your task for today, reader, is to repeat that mantra as many times as you'd like. If you wouldn't like to read it, well then, obviously, don't, but after repeating that mantra for about an hour and a half, I can tell you, it's got some magic.
You know what? Even better. Gather a bunch of your wily friends and together, you repeat that mantra. Together. I dare you. Or actually, go to Toronto Sprouts on Sundays from 6-8, it's worth it. The whole Katimacrew enjoyed it, and you will too!
Mantras mantras mantras.
What else, well, this is my second last week of work.
I'm already done a third of my Katimavik experience you know! The time is flying.
Psst, I'm supposed to be working right now. I think I have to go cook Lasagna for some clients soon. Raaah!
Oh, our water at the Katimahouse has been brown for the past couple days, and yesterday it turned milky white. Yay!
More writings, more details to come, most definitely.
BFN
Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast
Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless
12/12/08
24/11/08
Q: When is a vampire not a vampire?
A: When it goes out in daylight, sees itself in a mirror, doesn’t drink human blood, and still manages to suck.
Twilight.
P.S. If you didn't know, I'm living with a billet family for ten days in Strathroy. I'll post a better entry soon.
Twilight.
P.S. If you didn't know, I'm living with a billet family for ten days in Strathroy. I'll post a better entry soon.
18/11/08
Post-Apocalyptic Strathvegas
O god, why have you forsaken mini Sin City?
So apparently, it's a normal thing that the town floods every year.
The local park with swings and soccer park is, I kid you not, SUBMERGED in water.
I had to walk to the grocery store today (yes, I am a house manager this week) and anything lower than the road is -flooded-. It's so cool.
I want to build a raft and pretend I'm in Venice and drift along with all the geese and ducks (who still haven't left for some reason).
Saddest point of my day:
I'm walking along, and the lake next to me (which used to be a small-ish forest) has got a bunch of geese drifting along happily (even though the water must be terribly cold). And on a whim, they all start flying away!
Ah, almost all of them fly away.
One goose is left behind, and perhaps because of some injury, it is unable to fly! It flaps its wings helplessly, and bellows out this horrifying cry of despair while the other geese fly away. And everything was silent except for this one goose crying desperately over and over again. So depressing.
In other news (much happier, I must say), I met my billeting family today!
They are so awesome.
They have a pet snake, and some kittens.
They're all a happy family, they have a young daughter, and the dad is a gamer!
Oh em gee, after two months of almost no video gamez, I can ease my cravings with the latest technologiez in gaming! Yeeeee!
And they're gonna be taking me to London - to CIVILIZATION!
We might even go see a movie - bear in mind Strathvegas doesn't even have a movie theatre.
It's going to be an awesome ten days.
I leave Thursday.
Farewell in joyfulness,
So apparently, it's a normal thing that the town floods every year.
The local park with swings and soccer park is, I kid you not, SUBMERGED in water.
I had to walk to the grocery store today (yes, I am a house manager this week) and anything lower than the road is -flooded-. It's so cool.
I want to build a raft and pretend I'm in Venice and drift along with all the geese and ducks (who still haven't left for some reason).
Saddest point of my day:
I'm walking along, and the lake next to me (which used to be a small-ish forest) has got a bunch of geese drifting along happily (even though the water must be terribly cold). And on a whim, they all start flying away!
Ah, almost all of them fly away.
One goose is left behind, and perhaps because of some injury, it is unable to fly! It flaps its wings helplessly, and bellows out this horrifying cry of despair while the other geese fly away. And everything was silent except for this one goose crying desperately over and over again. So depressing.
In other news (much happier, I must say), I met my billeting family today!
They are so awesome.
They have a pet snake, and some kittens.
They're all a happy family, they have a young daughter, and the dad is a gamer!
Oh em gee, after two months of almost no video gamez, I can ease my cravings with the latest technologiez in gaming! Yeeeee!
And they're gonna be taking me to London - to CIVILIZATION!
We might even go see a movie - bear in mind Strathvegas doesn't even have a movie theatre.
It's going to be an awesome ten days.
I leave Thursday.
Farewell in joyfulness,
Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast
Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless
15/11/08
Penelope
Penelope!
Who are you?
I don't know who you are!
Do you know what's sad, Penelope?
The corn, the cornfields! They're RAZED! GONE! All I see are small cut stalks, an endless field of cut stalks!
WHY?
There is no cover anymore!
You can't drift into the corn, you can't get lost there!
All there is: flat.
Flat, you can walk through it, but what's the point?
All around you, all you see, is flat, with bits of corn stalks lying there.
Penelope, you must fix this at once.
Or maybe, maybe, Penelope, I should walk to the farther corn fields.
Maybe the farmers there are lazy, or are considerate of my feelings for corn.
Hey Penelope, I sleep under a corn, you know.
Yes, yes you know what I did?
I green taped a corn to the wall next to me.
It has no face - it's empty.
But that's alright, the corn is devoid of a face, but that's because the corn is my canvas.
I sleep beside a canvas.
Maybe in the morning one day I'll wake up and see into the corn, and instead of a blank corn canvas, I shall see it filled.
Penelope, one day, that corn will be a completed canvas.
But until then, it's just a piece of corn plastered with green tape stuck to a wall, which one day will fall while I'm having a nightmare and will no doubt save me from my worst trip yet.
Who are you?
I don't know who you are!
Do you know what's sad, Penelope?
The corn, the cornfields! They're RAZED! GONE! All I see are small cut stalks, an endless field of cut stalks!
WHY?
There is no cover anymore!
You can't drift into the corn, you can't get lost there!
All there is: flat.
Flat, you can walk through it, but what's the point?
All around you, all you see, is flat, with bits of corn stalks lying there.
Penelope, you must fix this at once.
Or maybe, maybe, Penelope, I should walk to the farther corn fields.
Maybe the farmers there are lazy, or are considerate of my feelings for corn.
Hey Penelope, I sleep under a corn, you know.
Yes, yes you know what I did?
I green taped a corn to the wall next to me.
It has no face - it's empty.
But that's alright, the corn is devoid of a face, but that's because the corn is my canvas.
I sleep beside a canvas.
Maybe in the morning one day I'll wake up and see into the corn, and instead of a blank corn canvas, I shall see it filled.
Penelope, one day, that corn will be a completed canvas.
But until then, it's just a piece of corn plastered with green tape stuck to a wall, which one day will fall while I'm having a nightmare and will no doubt save me from my worst trip yet.
Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast
Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless
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