I ... am... drunk...

Kyle is not wearing pants.

Happy Halloween!

Best conversation heard today:

"where is that chainsaw?
"behind the counter."
"oh.."
"it's yours right?"

And the funny part is that the store didn't sell chainsaws or anything of the like. It was just a plain old store.

High. Can't write anymore.

While I enjoy my chocolate splurge I thought I'd post an interactive post. That's right. In my effort to procrastinate I came across a game for blog-readers. So please aid in wasting of time. I'll expect everyone who reads this entry to post a request. Even if I don't know you. Really. I love excuses to procrastinate. Here's the game: You tell me what you want to see pictures of (things from my life etc.) You can request specific things like "pile of clothes on the floor" and "bedroom doorknob" or you can ask for abstractions like "favorite guilty pleasure" and "something I borrowed but did not return." And no. I will not post nakkid pictures of myself. Or anything of that like. Otherwise I'll try to fulfill your wishes.

Lotsa fun! So you'd better join in! DO IT!

I read a page from my newest Douglas Coupland book this morning, while sitting in a hospital waiting room, that I really liked;

"My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments - we hear a word that sticks in our mind - or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly - we share a hotel elevator with a bride in her veils, say, or a stranger gives us a piece of bread to feed to the mallard ducks in the lagoon; a small child starts a conversation with us in a Dairy Queen.

And if we were to collect these small moments in a notebook and save them over a period of months we would see certain trends emerge from our collection - certain voices would emerge that have been trying to speak through us. We would realize that we have been having another life altogether, one we didn't even know was going on inside us. And maybe this other life is more important then the one we think of as being real - this clunky day-to-day world of furniture and noise and metal. So just maybe it is these small silent moments which are the true story-making events of our lives. "

Good morning everyone. My day started nice and early this morning with a 6 am vole incident. I woke up to the sound of Zooey's bell ringing like crazy and this other strange high pitch noise I couldn't put my finger on. As I woke up I thought he was killing a bat or something so I jumped up and turned the light it. It was a vole. Running around my floor, in and out of the mess. And Zooey was just about peeing his pants (metaphorically that is). So finally I trapped him in a recycle bin and transported him safely outside. I'm glad it was a vole and not a mouse. Mice are more freaky. I was trying really hard not to be a girl about the whole thing but at one point it escaped from the bin and I shrieked and hit it with my slipper. Ha ha. Anywho. The part that's unnerving is that we had a vole in our house and in the second floor at that. I really really hope they don't have a little vole family in our wall or wall closet or something.

Well then... Course offerings for next semester are in and while I began to pick my courses for my LAST semester guess what happened... drum roll please.... 2 courses I need to graduate conflict! Woohoo! Aiee. I just knew this was going to happen. Arg. So I have rage about that. But hopefully it'll work out. Or I'll just pick some days to go to one course and some days to go to the other. No way I'm getting suckered into another semester.

Ok well I'm home for a few hours so I'm going to try and be productive.

* song of the moment: Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer *

Today is a be-a-u-ti-ful day. All blustery and chilly and wonderful. I like it when little things can make me happy. Like walking across Johnston Green with my hair a-swirling around me from the wind. Now I'm sitting in a little nook I found in the corner of the top floor of the library watching the blustery and chilly and wonderful weather from high up. The clouds look so nice and fall-ish and for a moment I can almost forget my years of science brainwash ( I mean knowledge ) and imagine sitting on top of them. On top of the world with my legs hanging free.

Yesterday I got to see the Boyne folk. Like windy fall weather they make me happy. It's funny how just looking at a person you have so many memories and stories with after such a long time will make you smile from ear to ear. And you don't even have to talk to them. Just look at them.

Unfortunately no exciting shenanigans to report. Life seems to be supabusy lately but sometimes I forget what I was busy with. I guess it's six classes, ballet, yoga, choir, visiting people, and spending large chunks of time staring at my computer screen. Meh. This weekend is Thanksgiving and (hopefully) relaxing time.

Last night when I couldn't sleep I read my "Europe on a Shoestring" book my sis gave me for Christmas. I like thinking about the BIG TRIP. That's what I'm going to call it now. Until I think of a more exciting name. Well reading about all the places and towns I'm going to be visiting oh so soon made me even more pumped about the BIG TRIP. So now I'm extra tired today. It's just great when people say to you "Wow you look tired". Yes thank you. I have sleep issues. No need to bring it up.

Mmm. I'm going to go back to staring out the window and its windy happiness before I come back to the real world of working on my water chem assignment.

* song of the moment: Cat Stevens - The Wind *

My eyes are shutting I'm so sleepy but last night was just so good I'll share it. I went and saw Teitur in concert. I'm going to rant about him for a while. So if you don't know him (and shame on you) just skip the next paragraph.

He was great! Way better than the last time I saw him and even then was amazing. He's such an original performer because he gives off the feeling that he's really innocent and never performs in front of all these people. He'll give these little glances up at the audience, somewhat sheepishly, like he's not supposed to be peeking. Plus his music is great. For "I was just thinking" (which happens to be one of my favourite songs ever) he told us all that he wrote this song forever ago, and to picture him with a long ponytail, sitting on a dorm bed. He said he's played it every concert since then and he's just going to keep playing it. There's something about seeing one of your favourite songs performed live and so full of emotion. Wow. Plus for this other song he put the hockey "charge!" diddy in it and said he was dedicating it to the Maple Leafs, and was so excited that he could play the tune. He kept playing it over and over again. So cute. And he sung a song called "I run the carrousel". A cute Danish boy singing with a cute Danish accent about the carrousel. I enjoyed. Oh and it was in this posh club. Hilary and felt so cool so we ordered Cosmopolitans. The only bad thing about the night was the fact that my shin splints have become so bad I can barely walk. Ima ice them down before bed I think. But I digress. Teitur rocks my world.

Welcome back all of you who tuned out. Life is quiet here at 63 Forbes tonight. I've been left here alone while pretty much everyone went on dates. Go me! And by go me I mean sucks to be me. Stupid non-existent teleporter. And Thomas got called out on a mouse incident. His girlfriend called and said her cat brought a gross dead mouse into the house and it was just sitting there on her living room floor. She didn't know what to do with it so she put a piece of paper on top of it and called him. So he jumped on his skateboard to save the day. I thought it was very cute. I think they should add that to one of those stupid Cosmo lists like "Signs your guy really digs you when"... Tee hee.

* song of the moment: Frou Frou - Let Go *