hail to all lemmings!
i've been checking hotmail and facebook on and off, in the (very rare and very precious) free time that we've had, but i haven't been on LJ yet.
so... a short summary of my life so far.

(1) shad carleton is great, and i have met many cool and funny and weird and awesome people and many, many people who are as perverted as i am. you guys would totally feel at home.
(2) it is awesome, but EXHAUSTING. right now, i am sick as a dog (not a female one), and it sucks. D:
(3) it is physically impossible to stay awake during lectures.
(4) i visited the hershey's chocolate factory, and the candy was there was SO GOOD and cheap like a hooker on main. i bought a huge heavy bag chock full of chocolate and it was only nine bucks.
(5) parliament is gorgeous from the outside, and they have some amazing design work inside, but a lot of creepy as HELL, since it so white christian european male. the house of commons is a fucking CHURCH, i am not even joking.
(6) among our late night activities, some of them include : huge games of twister, campfire singalongs, a garbage bag fashion show, and a- as all you facebook monkeys know - a TOGA PARTY.
(7) some of the lectures and discussions that i've had with people here are equally cool as ones we've had in english.
(8) there are so many FUNNY people here, you can't even imagine.
(9) also, there is a freakish number of harry potter nerds.
(10) and i'm going to be late for my next lecture, so bye for now!

hey, all you kids reviewing hamlet for your exam? look no further, because this is THE GREATEST HAMLET RETELLING, EVER.

... don't make it bad
take a sad song
and make it better
remember to let us into your heart
then you can start
to make it better.
- the beatles.

to all lemmings :
today was ordinary but so strange. painful, but beautiful.
i know that nothing lasts forever, and there's a joy and a sorrow in that, at the same time.
i am glad that we had this time together.
even if we lose each other to the seas of time, if we drift upon different tides and become carried away by our own lives, i will always remember, this. this. blue mats, hula hoops, dusty books, orange paint, poetry, caffeine, crying through laughter and laughing through tears. an entire world in itself.
i never thought i would get so damn sentimental in my old / young age, but love sneaks up on you in the strangest places.

edit : this video pretty much sums up everything about lemminghood that i wanted to say. by the end of this, i found myself in tears.


peace to all of you, everywhere. 

in response to dom's post, which was, in turn, a response to katia's post.

i will tell you a story.

there's a girl. (maybe she's a boy. she could be a boy. she could be anybody. she could be everybody. maybe she already is)

she loves. she drowns. she rises. she is the lost girl (or boy), the broken one, who exists in all of us. she is crying in a washroom stall. she is waiting for the bus. she is painting a picture of a sad girl painting a picture of a sad girl. she is staring at herself in the mirror and thinking of a poem she heard once :

posting lyrics to "sister", lovely song by sufjan stevens, in honour of all little sisters, sisters in mourning, and sisters of the heart.

What the water wants is hurricanes,
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.
 
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know that I'm glad
that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands.
And I have a kettledrum
I'll hit the earth with you.

And I will crochet you a hat.
And I have a red kite;
I'll put you right in it.
I'll show you the sky...

i wish you a happy and peaceful weekend, all you lemming folk.

so, history fills me with homicidal rage. what else is new?

what's new is that i just found out that part of the reason basford made that Stupid Arse Speech was because my MOTHER phoned the school and is going to talk to mr heshka. when basford asked why she was going straight to heshka, instead of even talking to him first, she said something along the lines of, "well you obviously haven't been able to resolve this with my daughter, so why would i go to you (you bloody idiot)?"

i love my mother so much.

fighting the urge to start a class-wide rebellion. we need a flag, guys. and our own anthem.

been trying to write my genre theory essay all weekend, and failing. just for your entertainment, i thought i'd put up an excerpt of my english notes, which are filled with trash talking, whores and nuns, creepy stalkers, bitterness, and abusive usage of the F word.

been listening to "joyful girl" by ani difranco, which is about a girl who's anything but happy. this is the song that i thought of, when i read dom's exam story. also, "untouchable face" is quite good. a deceptively gentle-sounding song with a chorus goes like this :

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
tell me who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
tell me who am i
bet you can't even tell me that much,
so fuck you...



peace to all hurting hearts.

... i decided the other day that i would only do topical blog-style posts, and not just random daily things. i am now gleefully violating this rule. to make it interesting, i am writing my life as if it were a soundtrack.

"if winter ends" by bright eyes. finally got roughs for the two (goddamnfuckingshit) critical theory questions for winter's tale, the survival and the postmodern ones. unfortunately, they are a piece of shit, so i will edit them and send them all of to kelly tomorrow.

"the waltz of the tennis players" by meg baird. i am sunburned and sore like a mother from tennis. there is a lesson to be learned from this. if you ever get the brilliant idea to play tennis barefoot, because you are wearing slip on leather shoes that fall off if you lift up your feet, just... don't. your thought process will go something like this :

     1.) ow. ow. OW.
     2.) ehh, this gravel is really, really rough, but it ain't so bad.
    3.) ehh, this gravel is really, really hot, but it still ain't so bad.
    4.) EHH, THIS CUT GLASS ON THE GRAVEL IS BAD.
    5.) hey! b/c i have to keep dancing around and moving my feet or else have my feet suffer a burny death, i am actually playing better than i have before!
    6.) FUCK OWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
    7.) Repeat 6 for the next two days.

"fortress" by pinback.  (carl: this was the mysterious song that was not "porcelain"! neither was it "play" by flunk either, as i thought. XD) went to carl's print making street festival thing, which was really, really cool, even though it was a billion degrees outside. also, my brother mark randomly found a $30 unopened bottle of grey goose vodka on the bus. XD

"go to sleep" by radiohead. attempt to do english homework when i get home. fail, miserably. gloomily consider how this whole damn english thing has only stretched on so endlessly because i've procrastinated so spectacularly. eat some cappuccino ice cream, and crash hard, for about four hours.

"light your ass on fire" by busta rhymes. my window is open, so the smoke from my parent's bonfire is outside. i sincerely hope that no asses are being lit.