Miscellania

I'm so sorry for the neglect! Christmas has been exciting/crazy and I've been super busy. This week I'm going to driving school with my (19 year old) brother, Derek. It's ridiculous, but funny. It's from 9am to 4pmish so it's taking up quite a bit of my time. Last night I watched some of Away We Go with QUAD and after driving school today, I just got burritos at Bueno Y Sano with Nicky & Bri Ashe which was lovely. My room is in utter ruins and I have not yet taken proper inventory of my christmas gifts. Some clothes I picked out from F21, some money, movie passes, gift cards, shoes, art stuff, The Queen Is Dead on vinyl ( EEEEEEK!), and some books. I've got a lot of shit to do but it feels like all I do all day is make friends throughout the world on www.chatroulette.com If you go there be prepared to see penises but also some really interesting characters. I've got loads of projects/homework/laundry/reading to do but I never seem to come close to d...

1. Writing something and not knowing what to use it for or what to make of it, because it's usually just a line or two, or a metaphor and then months later it being perfect for something else. 2. Finding the best Christmas presents for people spontaneously when you're out and being so excited to give them to them. 3. The tea bags Chinese restaurants give you when you get take out, they're so good! 4. Listening to Bon Iver in the winter 5. Newfoundlands *I'm in the middle of writing something, but after I'm done I'll post what I've written, and also what I'm getting for x-mas. After x-mas is over, I will post pictures of the presents I've got for everyone. Also, I have to do a big post with some things I've recently bought so be ready!

I want to be swept up in basal slip and frozen in a funky- ass pose. Watch me now! OOh ahh! shakalaka

I just want you to be happy. I really would like to be the reason why. But I won't tell you this because I think we both already know that, and because I want you to be happy and not feel guilty about it. I'll let you live.

So as a lot of people in my neighborhood have already put up Christmas lights, all the department stores have brought out their

Fuck you assholes with your relationship statuses and locker combinations and phases and sports teams and secret societies and text messages and plaid shirts and braces and gossip. I hate high school. And another thing, I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING DNA FROM THE ANIMAL MUSCLES I EAT, IT'S GROSS. AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE THE BABY CHICKEN IS ON THE ABORTED EGG I ATE FOR BREAKFAST. JESUS.