All these people drinking lover's spit.

Is it obvious what I've been up to all day? Because those books lie a little. I've done some sleeping, watched a few episodes of "Pushing Daisies" and washed a pile of dishes.

I made mushroom soup for supper. I wish I approached cooking with the same emotions that I approach baking with. I'm so good at vegan baking! But my vegan cooking just tastes mediocre at best. I'm certainly not giving up yet though.

I have a HUGE list of books that I want to read, and it seems like I'm adding to it every day. There's so much that I don't know about - that I want to know about. I mean, I just feel dumb, which is completely irrational, but still.

I still want to save the world,
but I'm beginning to question what that means.

But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust.

I've been engrossed in the realm of the Tiger Lily for the last few hours, scrambling to do an assignment that I clearly did not set aside enough time for. Winter has this way of bringing tears to my eyes. Cold hands, cold feet, cold hearts. I had a day dream of a one bedroom apartment, coming home to a warm red room, coming home to a cat slinking around my feet, coming home to a state where I'm okay with being alone.

I've had the intentions of getting tiger lilies tattooed on my armpits for a while, and just now, I think I found the perfect inspiration.

But that's how you like it away from the world.

My fascination with ostriches began at a young age.

I used to dream of just disappearing one day. Leaving all I know for a different world, smoking dope and making love in Montreal, or maybe just sitting on a park bench with an empty journal and the pure potential. That dream lost its appeal the day I realized my disappearance would go unnoticed.

I know you can't swim but I'll tuck you in.

My eye lashes froze together while I was walking to school. And I almost slipped and fell on my butt. Winter is such a glamorous season, the extra layers of clothing does wonders for my figure... But it is a good reminder to stand on your own to feet, because winter is a lonely season.

I haven't worked one single shift at the liquor store this week - and I've been loving it. It's so unbelievably nice to be able to just breathe a little, to work at a slightly less frantic pace. Of course, I am missing out on some cash; and considering I've got big travel plans and beautiful body art plans, I'd appreciate the extra cash. Oh well, I've also applied at Audrey's Bookstore and the Starlite Room just for the hell of it.

I've gotten some marks back in school and I'm very pleased. I'm seeing the benefits of my hard work, and I'm definitely proud of myself. Now, as long as I can keep this up... which may prove to be difficult since my video interview partner has been MIA for more than a week and hasn't returned any of my messages/emails. I'm meeting with Ariana to work on our Model Paper tomorrow before and after seminar; I'm also meeting with Jaclyn after her night class to interview her for a case study. I'm also interviewing Allison on Friday (after coffee/tea with Ming) for a case study. I'm really trying to step up and take initiative on my work. However, I somehow managed to forget about my botanical exercise due on Thursday; I'm positive that I'll find time tomorrow to work on it though. I also feel supported by the teaching staff, for once, and it's definitely comforting.

I'm really hoping I can keep this positive attitude up. My Baba came home from the hospital today - that has to be a good thing. I just want to hug everyone.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

It was -47 today. Naturally, I didn't leave my apartment. It's supposed to be super cold all week and I'm thoroughly disgruntled; my Chucks aren't going to hold up very well. And I'm not even sure that I have a toque to wear.

Today was a lax day that I needed though. I slept in, had a super long hot shower, watched "Juno", and worked on my Flower Essences homework. I had to type my notes on the Kramer system since my writing was illegible. I'm trying to finish up my first Case Study right now, it's due tomorrow at 8am. I'm not feeling to confident about it. I don't know what's being expected of me and since I don't have any expectations to meet, I'm feeling quite lost with the assignment. I know that I just need to buckle down, but my bed is tempting me.

And if I knew then what's so obvious now, you'd still be here

Last week, during a lecture, my professor went on an aside, discussing how we store repressed memories in our body's tissue. Upon self reflection, I can agree. Our bodies are beautiful, and I wish I had someone with me, so I can run my fingertips upon his body, his repressed memories, and we would realize that we're never alone.