today John Lennon passed away, let's take a moment to remember- and all play a Beatles song

I love you.

I hate when you speak to me in song -but i hope you never stop singing that tune.

How are you going to make money? What kind of a job are you going to get?
"ordinary people don't care about art funding."

It's a good thing I'm not ordinary people.

i abuse the word beautiful.

don't let yourself be defined by what others think of you
don't allow yourself to feel the need to be accepted by others
don't depend on someone else to feel happy
you are you
you're alone in that,
and it's the only time when being alone- doesn't mean you're lonely.

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

Today is officially a bad day. I think it all started when I woke up in a good mood. I was honestly excited to start the day, even if it was 6 a.m. It probably all went wrong when I got on the bus and realized I only had a five dollar bill and no change. The bus drive told me to just use the bill instead of waiting for the next bus. I DON"T THINK SO. I have a theory they purposely can't give you change back, because at the end of the day the drivers get to keep all the extra change. I bet they are all secretly rich. Well I have a secret too: I rip you guys off 25% of the time by only giving you two dollars! I do it all in change and go really fast so they can't count it all. It's a natural talent of mine, ripping people off.  The day got worse from there. I sat alone in Art History because I can't stand art students. They're too egotistical and are always asking to see your drawings just so they can see if they are better. The world of art is all about competition, we're wost than hockey players. On the art topic, I spilled my oil paints THREE times today, it's a record. I am slowly running out of towels because I keep using them to clean up spilled turpentine. I am going to have to start drying in bounty paper towels. Maybe I'll start stacking up on Sham Wows. The only thing that saved me today was my usual trip to Wal Mart with my sister. I don't care how many documentaries they have on Wal-Mart or how they treat their people because I am way too poor to protest. That's what happens when you're at the bottom of the totem pole, you loose all your values- and you get a job at Wal Mart. Playing marco polo in the aisles and searching for the cheapest deals on canned food always cheers me up. More than that, it's the gorgeous red head that's always there at the end of the day to hug me no matter how bitchy I am. And believed me I am a bitch...never start a sentence with 'and'.

I love watching you love music<3 Thanks for bringing me the best surprise.

The Penis Flower

I am so tired of seeing paintings of flowers EVERYWHERE. If I see one more flower painting I am going to puke (dramatic effect) sooo I decided to to do my own paining of a flower that literally will make you gag. With a bit of help from Wikipedia (don't judge) and my ultimate information source (Chris) I have a 'beautiful' painting of a flower with a gruesome twist. I introduce you to the Titan Arum, a flower that grows on the edges of Rainforests and blooms up to 10ft tall. This flower smells like decomposing flesh and imitates it's red color in order to attract beetles and 'flesh flies' which it eats and uses to pollinate. Also known as the "Corpse Flower" for it's repulsive scent. Not only is it the color of flesh but it also has the same texture as a piece of meat. During a certain time of blooming the large tip, becomes warm giving the same effect of human flesh. AH! How's that for a flower painting.

A-list.

A quick list of things in my life that are being held together by safety pins:
-The fly on my favorite pair of jeans
-The strap of another favorite, my little black dress
- The safety pin I beaded and put on a purse of mine because I can't afford witty cool pins
- The tacky white curtain draping over my window, just to try and make my room look as cool as my roommates( whose looks like an IKEA add)
- The "turn off your straightener" sign on my bulletin board (my scanner does not work because of this problem..)
- Two necklaces
- Three bracelets
- Bra strap that I stole from the store (because I only needed one, and they only sell them in twos)
-Most recently, the handle on my purse that broke this morning while running for the bus

Finally,
My mouth, on the topic of your ex boyfriend and how much I despise him for hurting you. You will be happy again, keep on laughing.

Find Me

I get lost in your laughter, it's contagious and beautiful.
But we both know I need to find my way back, cause this can't last forever.

She's Beautiful

One of my best friend is moving to England in September. She's moving there to fall in love. Fall in love with the people, tall buildings and of course English accents. It probably all started when she fell in love with the Beatles. I know I've made a lot of Beatles references, I'm actually a Rolling Stones kind of girl. When she leaves me, I think a piece of me might leave with her...and my grammar skills. I am so proud that she is following her dreams. My first dream was always to study art. But seeing her go on and be adventurous I am pretty sure my life is on stand still. No actually, my life is like a treadmill. It's moving alright, but for the last four years it's been moving within the same area. When you drop out of university, you're suppose to travel the world and end up living in a yellow van painted with graffiti, not going back to school..twice. When I finally graduate, I am leaving Ontario and not coming back. I say Ontario because I am too in love with Canada to leave for good. I just don't want to live in Ontario- it has a boring name and every time I see it on a map I think of a dinosaur. This best friend is my inspiration, she is bold, brave and above all she is beautiful, even if she does not always see it. I hope all her dreams come true, but most of all I hope one day she within walking distances to me. If not I'll just have to move off the treadmill hopefully put both feet on the ground.

You're Going To Break Hearts

If we all felt the same way about each other John Lennon would still be alive. Don't be selfish about it, but eventually someones going to get hurt along the way.

Eating Raw Cookie Dough Is Not Bad For You

Our Halloween Pub consisted of the three of us being salt, tequila and lemon. The right way to do a Tequila shot is not with lime, despite popular belief, but with lemon. However,we didn't get into Halloween Pub last night. It really is not anything new, we usually get into Pub 25% of the time. It's not cause we aren't of age, we're just not mentally of age. To tell you the truth, getting kicked out and having to walk away from a line is getting less and less embarrassing. Note to all boys, shouting the word 'Slut' to a girl is really not that phasing. We hear it so often now it's not hurtful. So either try and find some new insults, or manners..which ever comes first. The night didn't end there, like it should have. Rather it followed the usual same routine of getting sick in public washrooms, starting texting wars and hitting on cute waiters. ANOTHER note to boy waiters, don't let us in on the fact that you have a girlfriend- and you will get a bigger tip. Despite our failures at trying to follow our scheduled night we all learned one very valuable lesson. No matter how bad the night got we all stuck by each others side. Salt with the tequila, tequila with the lemon...and the lemon with the bird watcher. We got into drama fits with other girls, no lies. Air punches and dirty words were said. But we stick up for one another, even if that one another got us kicked out of the bar. Because let's face it...what's a lemon without a salt and tequila? It's really just a sour excuse for a fruit. We're a tripod (+1), we live together, we sleep together and we'll go down fighting together.

Let me in

Do you ever feel like everyone is in on some big inside joke except you? They're all laughing at something because no one told me I was pushing the door the wrong way or that I was standing at an old bus stop where the buses don't even go anymore. Maybe there's two kinds of people in the world. The ones who naturally know all the answers to life and the other ones who are standing under old bus stops. Someone please let me in on life's punch line.