My Niece.

This is Why I Love Her.

Life,
Which is so fantastic,
Cannot be altogther tragic.

-Virginia Woolf

*Although it's sad to say, it seems to me most people just love themselves a tragedy. I'll pass if you don't mind, I'm having too damn good of a time with the fantastic parts.

13 days

hooooooooooooooolllly shit.

The Countdown Begins.

24 days until I leave for Australia. Uggghhh, it's about time. Whenever I tell someone or they ask me about it, they ask why I'm not more excited. Like I should be jumping out of my skin. I am excited, and I am happy--I just don't think the reality of the situation has hit me yet. Just like my family and good friends... they all know I'm leaving, but we haven't really talked THAT much lately about it, mostly because I don't think anyone really believes this is happening. They know I'm going eventually, but the fact that it's 3 and a half weeks away hasn't set in. Plus, I kinda don't want to think too much about it. If I let the good/excited thoughts in, I have to let the sad, leaving the people I love thoughts in too..... and I'm not sure that I'm ready to deal with that yet. Last time I let a few creep in, I started crying like a poof. And I have a ' coooollldd bllooodddded' reputation to protect, so no more of that.

An Unwelcomed Discovery...

I feel lost right now. And I'm confused about Brian. What the hell? Hopefully nothing is seriously wrong in his life....I feel guilty because I almost hope that's the reason, because I hate the only other explanation. I miss our FT hangouts.
Side note : I'm making it a point to go out less and paint/read more... I just have to stop saying 'yes' to everyone.

Female Model Call Out...

So I am embarking on a new painting, and I am in desperate need for a female model. I am looking for a nude model (as that is the focus of this painting), and so there in lies my problem. This is Windsor, and asking random women to model nude for you isn't the easiest of propositions. I used to step in for these figure drawing classes at the Lebel building and there were nude models there at your disposal to position any which way you wanted, but that doesn't start up again until September... so my hunt continues. Wish me luck.

So Which Do You Want First, the Good News or the Bad News?

Let's start with the bad : Got my school info for Sydney... seems their second semester is really their FIRST, and it starts in March. And my school/work visa won't allow me to work until I start my first class... so me getting there any time before January is now impossible. I told Phil, he and I are both mucho not happy about this. I need mega $ for school and there's no way I can afford to be unemployed for that long in Australia. Side note: if there are any rich peeps in need of a good cause reading this, you're more than welcome to sponser this unfortunate soul...........methinks I am not being taken seriously here because this plea is not simultaneously being seen with my crazy convincing pouty face (Jenn can attest to this). damn.

Ok, so here's the good news : Not being able to leave until Jan gives me heaps of time to save some cash. That's pretty much the only good news comin outta that one. On another branch off of good news, my somewhat understandable doubts about Phil/moving are now put to rest. I had some big talks with him and my family and peeps I love to death, and I've come to the concrete conclusion that I have to do this. No question. I'm totally crazy about him and was just scared of what that meant, and how my whole life would change because of it. Scary stuff, but I've talked 'er through and changed my middle name to Steel....first name being Ballsomuthafuckin. (although it may not be too convincing when someone notices the initials are B.S. ....heh...)

So overall, pretty good. Things are working out ok and my visa still hasnt come through so maybe its another good thing I have til January. We'll see.

Anyway, keep on rockin in the free world and all that crap.

- B. Steel

You're good Walt, you're good...

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin
of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun,
(there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look
through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in
books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things
from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
-it's a nice day and nice days deserve poetry......

Freezies vs. Popsicles.

As I sit here infront of the computer eating my more than satisfying white jumbo freezie... I propose this question. On a hot summer's day, which is better? A jumbo freezie, or a popsicle??(the flavours of each are of personal taste, obviously). Now, some would jump the gun and bust out, "Freezie!!!" right away.. and I must say, I cannot concretely disagree--as my current consumption of the forementioned "freezie" attests to, I quite enjoy this fun flavoured ice treat. HOWEVER, if one is comparing this to a "run-of-the-mill, after-40-attempts-using-precise-physics-equations-to-break-the-damn-thing-in-half-against-the-corner-of-the-7-11-building-yet-it-still-breaks-the-wrong-f*ing-way" kind o popsicle, than yes, freezie wins hands down. BUUUUTTT, along comes god's gift to the children of the summer....weird popsicle guy on his ringing bike. And what does he have for us today boys and girls???? ROBOCOPS, FUDGCICLES, ICE CREAM SANDWICHES, TWISTIE MYSTERIOUS FLAVOURED POPSICLE-RESEMBLING FROZEN THINGS, CATCHERS MITS WITH BUBBLE GUM BASEBALL CENTRE THINGS....THAT ARE FROZEN AND PRETTY GOOD, AHHH, THE LIST GOES ON. Take any one of those and compare them to a freezie? Pfffff.... do I even need finish this sentence? The magic that comes out of that little icebox from heaven is priceless, and more than makes up for the weird smelling, sweaty pedophile-ish looking guy who takes your money and hands you that piece-o-heaven. Maybe in some further entry I will dig deeper into why a 36 yr old man needs to sell flavoured ice on a bike and why he is so unhappy with the world judging from the look on his face and the lack of enthusiasm in the way he rings his popsicle bells. But for now, let us breathe a sigh of relief as we have put to rest the ongoing arguement... which is better, the freezie or the popsicle.
side note : if any of my readers disagrees with ANY of the statements and/or conclusions I have made, I am dutifully willing to partake in a freezie/popsicle taste off (if the goods in question are provided of course) in order to create a better postulate for next time.

You should see this...

Sometimes other people's secrets help you deal with your own. Click on the link and you'll know what I mean.

Here's Texas.... Puppies = friggen adorable.

This is now.... 2 months later. Cute, but not "puppy-I-want-to-squish-you-to-death" cute. Ok, ok, I guess still pretty cute though. awwwwwww. : )

A morning off leads me to thinking...

Expect, hope, doubt
(wonder, mistrust)
despair
and right
where soulless our
(with all their minds)
eyes blindly stare

life herself Stands.

-From one of my favourite poets. I dunno, I was just thinking about that poem recently. Made me realize how lost I was getting. You see sometimes, without realizing, we--as he wonderfully put it-- "expect, hope, doubt" too damn much. Something good tumbles into our lives? We awkwardly stagger through this pointless cycle. First it's hope and expectance; where we cling on to it with white knuckles and ponder about what it will all mean in 10 years, how it will make our lives perfect and beautiful..how we'd be lost and empty if it slipped out of our grasp. Which leads to doubt and mistrust. Do we deserve it? Did it accidently fall into our lap? Oh no, what happens when fate realizes its mistake and takes it all back? We do not trust its intentions...maybe its better to cut it free before it leaves on its own, knowing it's not meant for us; it's meant for someone better, someone worthy of that kind of thing. You're right, definately better to cut it free. God that feels better, I can stop holding my breath.
........................oh fuck. What did I just do? fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. That was my happiness that I just severed at the neck. That was my dreamjob, my soulmate, that was my fucking chance.
And at any stage in this ridiculous play that we put on in our minds, we are missing the whole fucking point. Life, happiness, whatever the hell you want to call it, is standing--probably laughing at our pitiful attempts to understand her and what it all means--and waiting for us to just see her. To be humble and grateful enough to just see it. And that's all there is to it; happiness in a nut shell, I suppose. Hehehe, not that I've mastered this in the least. But I'm trying. Swallow, breathe, take a step........

gorgeous banff

freezing cold at a tigers game

me and my big lug in BC

5 days.

Well, the scared-nervous feelings have passed and now it's just excitement and impatience. One more exam to write and then I'm done school for the semester, then three more days of work and BLAMMO, phil + vacation. thank the lord jesus. Stress level is at an all time high and I'll be so glad to have a break from everything for a little while. Wish I could sit and write more...... or sit and paint, or sit and do nothing really... but I have a million things to do and I have to be at work in a hour. Check ya on the flip side m'peoples.

10 days...

10 days until Phil gets here. I cannot explain to you what is going through my mind. Am I excited? Of course, but I'm also nervous, and scared and some other shit that I can't even describe. I'm not ashamed of where I'm from, although it does leave something to be desired, but...I dunno, maybe I'm a bit scared that I'll be so busy trying to make it better than it actually is, or trying to find so many things to do, that I won't be my laid back, somewhat retarded, self--and that's not what I want. It's hard because with a normal relationship, you can have your bad days (heheh, or even weeks), but the other person is THERE all the time so they see the whole you and know who you are when everything settles in place. With Phil, I have 3 weeks at a time to show him who I am.. and while going to Australia, I felt like that's who I was being, now that he's coming here... there's so much damn stuff to do, people to see, family to meet and approve of him, etc.. that I don't want all this pressure to change the way I normally am. Frick, I wonder if he felt this nervous before I got there.
Thing is, the flights are booked and I'm just going to have to see what happens. I think once we're on our way to Vancouver, and its less pressure and more of a "vacation", it'll calm me down. Hehehe, hope so.
Also, exams are next week, so maybe it's just so much work and school and planning that is making me crazy. We shall find out in 10 days.

The Cryogenically Frozen Starlet...

Tensions.................High. Drama.........................High. Quality...................................errr.....Tensions. High.
Don't call us, we'll call you Viv.
AAANNNNywho.
Felt reallllly shitty today, damn change in weather. Took the day off work, so hopefully I'll be feelin a bit better tomorrow. Also shitty, Phil's back on the ship so I don't get to talk to him for a few days. boooooooooo .
OOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I forgot to mention!!!!! Bry's drunken haircut. priceless. beyond priceless. I will do my part for mankind and post a picture of it when I get him drunk enough to let me take one. Til then, toodles m'peoples.

Somewhat behaved...

Thanks to my big lug (Phil), I behaved myself quite well last night. He called me after work (from Wellington, New Zealand) for a bit, and then I went out for about an hour and came back home to talk to him somemore. True, I was feeling a bit rough from what happened earlier in the day, but when I got in my car and had the Clancy Brothers irish music blasting, I could've went a couple more drinking rounds.
All in all though, good St. Patty's Day.

St. Patty's Day!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wheww.........I'm drunk and it's only 330 in the aftanoooooooon. and guess who has to work inan hour? yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss.

After work i'm gettin drukn with ROb and bry at the Vic, and then ive got another party at 12 tonight... i'll let cha know how this all goes; whew !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111

sum guy in the best costume I've seen so far.

Rob and I's guinness tattoo's... real ones next year rob. REEEALLL ONESS wussypants.

my mum and my sis plus yours truely.

me and bry cheerin to a guinness : )

my sis and I.

Bry and Rob........doin what they do best.

right after my mum spilled guinness on me & my sis' pantaloons.

Stuck in Uncertainty.

I am confident, I believe, in most aspects of my life. I know what I love, I know what makes me happy, I know who I am. But I hate that I am unsure if I will be able to hang on to these things throughout my life. I am scared that I will look back and detest myself for not holding on to them longer, for not fighting for them harder. The funny part to all this is, I haven't lost any of them yet. Everything is working out and that makes me all the more uneasy. Ahhh, the true optimistic. Although to defend myself, I think a sliver of uncertainty is good for you... doesn't let you take things for granted. You are forever appreciative of what you have at this exact moment, because you feel like you're going to loose it in the next. Trouble is, my sliver is more like a whole damn tree trunk.
However, due to the fact that I have had 3 pints of Guiness in the last hour, my negative outlook may, in fact, be momentary. I guess we shall see in the morning.

side note : I made egg mcmuffins this morning, and I kid you not, they almost made me weep they were so good.

hmmm..... I miss him.

I like my body when it is with
your body.
It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body.
I like what it does, I like its hows.
I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,
and the trembling-firm-smooth ness
and which I will again
and again
and again kiss.
I like kissing this and that of you,
I like the what-is-it that comes over
parting flesh........
And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill of under me
you so quite new.

I feel like april is forever away. It is hard to not have him here.

(Shudder)......

Saw Bush on the tele today.....

It is the logic
of our times,
No subject for immortal verse--

That we who lived by
honest dreams
Defend the Bad
against the Worse.

last term......last term........last term.........last term...........last term. whew, I'm better now.

Snow day...

I built a ridiculously small snowman today at the park... check it out.

there he is....

That's right m'peeps.

90% on my computer's test....

(insert high pitched voice)
wha wha!!!!
(also insert "raisin the roof" hand gesture)

Victoria's Birthday? Splendid.

The smell of party was in the air and Deanna's daquari tasted groooood. Plus, Vic's potato face photo was reason enough for a night-o-awesomisho. All in all? Rockin good time. And a little drinking with ma ladies at the bar afterwards didn't hurt.

Some of the peeps that went to the bday shindig... (Bry just ate his satays and left....pfffff, party pooper)

Vic beat Stefan in the eating contest... but as we can see, not without severe consequence..

ooohhh you guuyyysss... so cute.

Whew hoo... Kat was down from London.: )

ahhhh, the three bang sisters...

...and THAT'S how 2 cupcakes ended up in my mouth.

Went out with my sister last night... here is where I shudder thinking about how smashed I was. well, when we got back home, being that we were a smidge tipsy -- my eyes fell upon chocolate cupcakes sitting on the counter and my tummy was a'rumbly sooooo..........and THAT'S how two cupcakes ended up in my mouth.

Speaking of sisters... it's my little SIS' BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!! yowza!!!! turns the big 1-8. And here, in honour of her, I present a little "that was then, this is now" dream sequence... (insert fantasy-like dream sequence music)

here she is circa ' 92... whoaaa, what are those, hot pants vic?? side note : I COULD'VE cropped that guy out, but c'mon... too precious.

....and now, super hot chick with great (although I might have had something to do with it) sense-o-style.

Hawaii trip = posted.

Well there you go, my trip to Hawaii explained in several photo-ops. See? I don't really have to write down all the details now because you can just look at the pictures and BLAM!, that's how awesome it was. You = practically there m'friend.

All of the un-hitched that went, now wouldn't be married any other way. Who could? That set the bar preeeeeeettty high. Good luck Phil. (heheheh, let's hope he doesn't read this)...

Kathryn and moi wanderin the beaches..

Hehehe, Kat, this was a goodie.

Helpin my sis get ready...

The big group of us that went to Hawaii for the wedding.

D'siblings. (Deanna, Giancarlo, Victoria and moi....ah yes, still have my hair elastic on my wrist... whoops)

Deanna & Dad walking down the aisle...

At Dukes (I meet Phil in a few minutes after we take this photo...hehe, who would've thought?)

Phil meeting some of my family...

hahahahahah, melikes.

Hehehe, ohhh Kool-Aid guy...

Bry just sent me this....

Tis funny, and so I post.

p.s. lemmie know if I start overkilling this picture attatching thing... it's just so colourful and engaging.

tee hee...

Too much junk...

Well, pre-photo blogs were sparce... now that I can attatch pictures, I've got too much junk to write about. i.e. hawaii, australia, funny stuff/diagrams that boytanneau and I come up with in class. Where to begin, where to begin.
I guess I'll start from the sort of beginning and do the whole Hawaii thing.. although I'll have to scan those pictures in..... meaning I'll have to get to it next blog when iz gots mo time. Until then, I threw in a couple pics of the last painting I did. A little before and after action for ya. This was a commission piece I did for some guy's house... 9 feet by 6 feet... let's just say this guy's got some sweet digs..... oh yeah, I said digs.

in the works...

there she is finished... 9' x 6'

Ah yes, my dramatic pause....

Ok, so it is possible that my dramatic pause from my blog has been a weeeeeee smidge too long. But concidering the only two people who read slash commented on it deleted their own blog, it didn't worry me too much. So why start up again, you ask? Ahhh, well I said to myself... Self? Your moving to Australia in September, this would be a fantaboulous way of letting friends know what's going on in my life while I'm over there. (side note : me going to hawaii = me meeting mr. right = me going to australia for christmas = me now moving to australia to be with him)

I'm feeling sick at the moment (drinking some herbal teas to try and fight off this damn cold), so updating and comical ramblings will have to remain on pause for the time being...

Ohhh how I have missed you bloggerino........ehhh, not really. Nevertheless, we are together again.

Sad state of affairs....

Well, Brian--who shall now be referred to as traitor, wuss, lackobojangles, ass....any one of these--deleted his blog.... seems we were not cool enough for that cat. I haven't decided what I'm gonna do to express my anger with him yet. Maybe a lightning quick barrage of shin kicks, or possibly vandilize his quaint little abode.... Will there be tears you ask? Will caps be busted you wonder? Fret not little ones, that there shall be. On a positive note, wussypants' decision to delete his blog has made myself and V get back on track with ours--although if he has the nerve to take credit for this, I will not hesitate to dropkick what little bojangles he has left.
Although I don't go to such extremes as Jack Ass Boytaneau, I too--unfortunately--am in a sort of a slump. Lots of work, no social life, not enough painting going on...eeeehhh, things are pretty depressing these days. Although, I've picked up some good music lately and have bought some great new art books, so hopefully things kick back into gear for me soon.
Well, I must be off at the moment... back to work......shoot me in the face.

Echo the ugliest
sub
suburban skyline on earth
between whose dowdy
houses
looms an eggyellow smear
of
wintery sunset.

Shut up....

Ooookkkkk, so it's been a month.. the sad part is I don't really have much news to update with. Ah well.
There is a possibility of news : I was supposed to go on a camping trip this monday for 3 days, but the lazy asses I was going with don't want to drive for 6 hours to get there, so instead, they've decided to book tickets to New York for those 3 days. Just decided yesterday and we're leaving Monday. Yowza. Haven't decided if I'm gonna go yet, that's kinda alot of cash, but I've never been to NY, so it might be worth it. And god do I need a vacation. Ehh, we'll see...but I'm going to Australia in December, so I should really save some moolah. Damn, decisions, decisions.
Dinner at Boytaneau's was excellentamundo. Must do that more often. Boytaneau's haircut? I give it a 9.6 on the shnazzy-o-meter. Really brings out your neck bry, haven't seen that puppy in a while. All in all, the night was a big success, the only downfall being the T.J.F (Tom Juice Factor)...
Ah V, you slay me... liked your last blog. Now V, I have a idea.... no joke, give it a listen.. what if......YOU AND I......tried out for the next Real World! C'mon, don't you think we're a shoe-in??? I mean, together, we're hilarity at it's best, you and your butt jokes, me and my "humilified/horrified/please-don't-tell-me-you-just-said-that" facial expressions after HEARING one of your butt jokes.... the world needs to see that. Windsor can't be greedy with us anymore, the peoples need more Pizzuti flava. We need camera's following us around, capturing our humourous brilliance..a behing-closed-doors look at the real us. I think we should at least make a demo video--and send it in ASAP. p.s. I'm not kidding.
Well, I'm off to work. Be good peeps.

Ok, ok, whoopsie..

Ah yes, it has been too long since my last blog. My only excuse is that I have been feeling a bit rough for the last week or so. I, who insanely says "yes" to any suggestion it seems, got my damn tonsils out recently. Ouch. Heaps of ouches. I eat soup and jello all day, so my grumpiness tendencies have risen substantially. A big, ".....(uncomfortable, forced laugh) err, sorry there old buddy ol' pal (insert awkward shoulder nudge)," to everyone who encountered/is currently encountering it.
Let's see, other than that, I've been pretty boring. I joined a "row for breast cancer" race... methinks TEAM ERIE STREET--of which I am a member--has a very good chance of being part of the next promotional commerical these guys have for ALL the wrong reasons...think National Lampoon's Rowing Adventure. Ah well, should be fun nonetheless.
Bry says he's throwing a 10 Commandments shindig, which I am extremely excited about (we're talking Charleton Heston Appreciation Night here folks, not "hey remember, it's B.Y.O.B--bring your own bibles--this time guys, and I call dibs on Luke 3:15! Hee hee hee, I called it this time Brian, pick your own!",...so don't get all weirded out on me). But so far, I've yet to see invitations circulating, so I think Bry needs some help in the operation : party awesomisho department. Let's hope he gets his shit in gear soon.
Well, tylonol has kicked into full gear, me = rocked. There's movies I need to watch, a couch I need to squish, and idiotic gibberish I need to mumble to the tv. I bid you goodnight.

My apologies...

Good old Bry has reminded me that I am not keeping up with my blogs..
At the moment, I am limbering up with some stretches in order to prepare myself for a little bowling action with Wazzie 1 and Wazzie 2 (Bry and V). #1 made us all professional personalized bowling tshirts...well, actually, he could only find XS fitted tank tops for us girls.. how convienent for him. I hear he's a bit of a pervie... : ) sorry #1
I would write about the trip to Hawaii that I just returned from, but right now I am still figuring out how to attatch pictures to this damn thing, so I won't divulge until then.
Well, methinks I'm going to go make myself a crunchy peanut butter sandwich and sit outside for a bit and read. But lets make sure I'm ready for tonight first :
completed liver exercises for operation "drinkin at the bowling alley?" : check.
bowling shoes insoled and polished? : check.
stretched and limber for guaranteed victory dance? : check.
pervie tank tops? : .....ummmm, thanks bry....check.
Ready, set, bowl.

hehehe, sorry bry...

my last blog was SUPPOSED to have a website attatchment, but as it turns out.....nope. which made it a little harder to understand = big whoopsie on my part there bry. it was funny though if you WOULD have seen it, knee-slappin kind of funny. oh well.

This one's for you bry....

enjoy.

good morning, good mooooooorrnning, it's great to stay up late...

eeewww.....

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Watched 6 sex and the city episodes yesterday to mentally prepare myself for waxing today.... maybe i'll make a mixed tape of some enya or something to calm my nerves.. sail away, sail away, sail away...(insert freaky drum solo thing)

HEHEHEHEHE, vic and i are poking fun of my brother's new style lately..."frumpy-buisness-man-who-looks-like-he-lost-a-lot-of-weight-but-is-too-cheap-to-buy-new-clothes-or-get-a-haircut" here's a pic vic did in honour of him.

DDAAAMMMMMMIIITTTT! well, the damn pic won't attatch, so i guess you're out of luck...but it's really hilarious so if you want to see it, i'll email it to you..

Elephant tightrope walking on a spiders web....

Vic! Name where that's from, and the song and dance that go with it... aaannnnnndddd GO!
(this will determine how impressed I am with you)
Putting that aside...I have to make an appointment with Estetica today for a leg and bikini wax (cringe). Excitement factor = 0. Vic, you comin' with? We can curse and complain TOGETHER : )
On a pissed off note, the strap of my bikini broke today... 4 days before Hawaii, perfecto. Luckily it's black and my quickie sewing job won't be noticable.

A message to my dearest readers : I will be drinking heavily tomorrow (as will Brian), so I am apologizing in advanced for any ..... "colorful" entries that I, or Brian, may write.

Expect, hope, doubt
(wonder, mistrust)
despair
and right where soulless our
(with all their minds)
blindly stare
life herself Stands.

Mmmmm, Tang....

Sweet orangy goodness that tastes nothing like oranges... yum.

So Brian, you think my blogs should be more comment....able. sure that's a word. Well, here's a little something for ya.
Ahem. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around
several times, does he become DISoriented? aaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahhahahaa. ha... ha. (tap,tap,tap) is this thing on?

Screw you guys.

Poetic Interlude..

The only people for me are the
mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the
same time.
The ones who never yawn or say
a commonplace thing.
But burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles.

I could do laundry off those abs Victoria.....

Ahoy hoy.
Tis my birthday.

I am decorated for the re-emergence of the great virgin Fuck.

I am going to give a pathetic pat on the head to those of you who think I am being literal.

Deep fried goodness.....

UUUgghhhh. I had stopped eating fast food, that is, until yesterday in a moment of weakness (shudder). My pathetic need for instant satisfaction = me taking up yoga so I may eventually have the ability to kick myself in the face in times like these.
Annnnnywho, on my list-o-agenda's today : get my bridesmaid dress altered, clean my abode, shop for shoes for the damn dress, pay bills, work at 6. Now I don't know about you, but that sounds like a rip-roarin good time! ehh? ehh? (nudge, nudge)Who's in!!????
Well, I bid you adeu.

Yowza....

Methinks I am falling behind on my entries...my two readers must be in panick. My unmannerly delay has been due to the horrid work schedule I am on--and my current financial situation isn't allowing me any alternative (legal/moral......damn) solutions to that predicament.
Update :
-15 more days until we leave for Hawaii (this is where the "Yowza" comes into play..).

-everytime I have the urge and time to paint, work calls--and after a shift I am too drained to pick up a brush. brilliant.

-I think I want to start playing boardgames again. They're so wonderfully engaging.. A little game-o-Balderdash Victoria? (Insert intimidating 'you-want-summa-this?' eye stare.)

-eeerrrrr, ummmmm..... sadly, that's all the update's my life currently consists of. How depressing. I'll try harder for next time.

Touche Brian....

Some REAL undisputable facts:

-ok, the George Foreman Grill DOES rule your ass...as does the rotisserie...

-Depeche Mode should be played at full blast, all the time when in a vechicle...especially around people on bicycles.

-Brian, when I inadvertently called you a 'moustache person,' think Tom Selleck at his prime....as apposed to the David Arquette pedophile version.

-Stewie, (Family Guy) holds the key to my heart.

-there are not nearly enough Robocop--red,white,and blue--popsicles in the world.

-everyone could use a softer pillow.

-I need to go to more concerts... and have more barbeques..

That is all for now.

The work bell tolls....

With no work scheduled, I had a glimmer of freedom today. Was going to catch up on some reading, paint in the afternoon; nothing really concrete--but that's the beauty of days off, it doesn't have to be.. but unfortunately I locked into celebratory mode too soon. Work just called, and although I am ashamed to say it, I'm willing to sacrifice my day off for some extra cash. Which in turn, will make this entry a bit brief. My apologies.
Though before I go, I have to rave about the book I'm reading. It's called HOUSE OF LEAVES, by Mark. Z. Danielewski. It is too complicated a plot to properly explain, but I'm fascinated by it so far. I just can't get enough of it. If you haven't read it, pick it up. It might be hard to find, but absolutely worth it when you do.
"La ligne sombre où l'oeil persiste dans voir de quelque chose que n'était jamais là-bas de commencer avec." -M.Danielewski

Hmmmm...where to begin

I am not an expert on what a virgin 'blog' should consist of, or for that matter, why one would start an online public journal in the first place... but alas, here I am.
I should think a general overview of things is a good bet.
I work too much, but I like my jobs so I can't complain; I read a lot of good books and great poetry--of which I will write in length about in future entries, I'm sure; I paint when time allows, but not nearly as often as I'd like; and I'm a rambling mush when it comes to good music, a subject I will also divulge into later, though it might take a wee bit more than one entry alone.
A bit of exciting news on my end : I leave for Hawaii in 20 days.. which is making all of this work actually worth it.
Well, I'm going to go make some tea.. N'attendre pas, le besoin pas.