ThE PlEaSuRe Is AlL MiNe

After long and tedious debate
I have decided that the oh-so-perfect citrus tangerine
is my favorite fruit

~~~A thousand years is but an instant. There's nothing new, nothing different. Same pattern, over and over. The same clouds, the same music, the same as I felt an hour or an eternity ago. There's nothing here for me now, nothing at all. Now I remember, this happened to me before, this is why I left. You have begun to find your answers. Although it will seem difficult, the rewards will be great. Exercise your human mind as fully as possible, knowing that it is only an exercise. Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems, explore the secrets of the physical universe, savor the input from all the senses, feel the joy, and sorrow, the laughter, the empathy, compassion, and tuck these emotional memories in your travel bag. I remember where I came from, and how I became a human, why I hung around. And now, my final departure schedule: this way out, escaping velocity, not just eternity, but infinity.

I watched Waking Life again last night. That movie says so much... like so so so so so so much, that it was near impossible for me to post just one little part of it. This is just one scene, the scene with the alien kid walking and talking to Wiley. I posted this one specifically because it is optimistic and compliments my current train of thought as of recent: live every day like it might be your last

Anyone on here who hasn't see Waking Life??? Fucking buy it and watch it a million times like i'm doing.

Kevin - the wow is now!!!

I love my friends. Most awsomest :) absolutely, truely.
Bubblicious swims in my cheeks.
I am in Guelph, in Dorindas room. Chittidy chatting and feeling groovy. Shall i smoke tonight? maybe. It's funny how creaped out i can feel most of the time but how free i feel when i'm with the right people.
Oh shit. This place is too familiar.
Cheers guys. To good times. To peace, love, and rock and roll.
I'm freed tonight. I'm flying away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so bored! People don't post on this enough! Someone give me a site or something interesting to read or do!
Only the boring get bored.. sigh.
I'm going to The Menagerie to get Cleo a mouse. Then I might just get lost, or bike to the brick works.
What's there to do in Toronto on a Tuesday?
SOS!!!

TESTING TESTING 123, :p

computer language is weired! this is a lot harder than it looks...

What is it good for? absolutely nothing!
Looks... i don't understand it. Perhaps it comes from our innate animalistic desires. Survival of the fittest has turned to survival of the prettiest? Where once we looked for health in a female to guarintee the chance of an ofsprings survival, we look for a different kind of attractiveness, maybe not for our childrens sake (tho it'll probably help) but for our deluded idea of "fit"
Eugh, i hate when a guy says "that girls fit" and by fit they mean hot, not healthy.
I think the more someone puts into their outward appearance the less they have on the inside.
I think girls who wear skirts so short you see their butt-meets-leg line are damn hot but make a really bad stereotype for woman kind.
I wish todays society wasn't so concerned with appearance.
I feel bad for the unfortunate girls who weren't born with the right sequence of genes to make it into the "A-group" in highschool, who are teased, who will never feel beautiful even though beautie isn't based on looks.
When i feel ugly i don't feel confident in anyway. I don't want people to see me. I don't like myself. Why why why do i feel this way!?! fucking media.
I think women try and look good to impress the opposite sex, but even more to intimidate their own kind.
I wish people looks were based on their personality, not their genetic makeup, because then a lot of the now attractive idiot females would be butt ugly and the beautieful on the inside ones would be gorgeous.
I don't understand.

Went walking around on the danforth again last night, this time with just esther and jamie, and without my good friend booze. :P which made me feel alittle better in the morning and my pockets feel alittle less empty.
Had more vietnamese soup. If i had to eat one food for the rest of my life that would be it.
Then we came back to my place at midnight to watch Life Aquatic (again)... and JUST MY LUCK... for the first time in my life, just when no one else is home and when i gotta pee so bad, the door is broken. I can't get into my house!
There was a latter in the backyard and I like climbing (hense my nickname from Tim "Monkey Girl") so I gave it a try. I'd have to climb 3 stories, over 2 slanted roofs, 2ft. overhangs, and very shakey eaves trophs (or however you spell it) and over the back of the house to get in my balcony door.
It was damn near impossible. After making it onto the porch roof I cut the screen door and tried to get in the window but someone locked that too. So they passed me up the ladder and i placed it on the slanted roof where no one else could make it up to hold the ladder; against the window; about 40ft up and was gripping the next window sill by the tips of my fingers and scraping myself over the shingles. i was abot to put 50% of my weight on the eavestroph when i realized how fucking stuid that move was, remembered i know of 2 guys in their 20's who just died in a similar way, so i blindly reached my way down. i had to be rescued by 2 guys from the 2nd level. Grr. A failed mission, but now i know we never have to worry about a break in.
Going to Kensington Market with Esther now!!!

I mastered my subconsious for a moment thismorning. I was so hungover I went back to bed. You know how when you have a kind of disturbed sleep and wake up mid dream you always remember it much more vividly? Well I remember my dream was so realistic. I really thought it was real, but somehow i realized my body was in a comphy bed in another dimension. When I realized that I remembered about lucid dreams, and how when you realize you're dreaming you can control your dreams. So I decided to fly! I did the swimming around the room kind of hover-fly. It was pretty fun. But then I drifted into a deeper uncontrolable sleep and lost control. It's really an interesting thing to try and master. It means the world is yours! You can do whatever you want!
You know, like in Waking Life.
Are we sleepwalking through our waking life? or are we wakewalking through our sleeping life?

On your porch - The format

I was on your porch,
the smoke sank into my skin
so i came inside to be with you
and we talked all night, about everything We could imagine
cause come the morning i'll be gone
and as our eyes start to close i turn to you and i let you know
that i
Love you...

just need to memorize the words.

Cleo is coiled around my neck. What an awsome pet. Apparently snakes don't have feelings but I think she likes me :P
I'm off to play guitar on the front porch in the sun. Enjoying the great weather.

Her name is written in gothic font, etched deep in the stone
The green of lichens and grey of eroded rock
mishape and age the stone just as life wore her away
The girl under the grass doesn't mean anything to anyone anymore
Her pretty face and spoken words have decomposed and drifted away
A name without a face, without a voice, without feeling
Who is she?
Someone will ask as they read her name
One day we'll all be the same
One day we'll all be sharing a bed,
Under the grass,
When we're just as dead.

I'm giving my dog Indie a nice rub on the belly, and Jess comes along and starts doing the same. She says "dogs love the twin special"...
haha yes, a DOG would wouldn't he?

The Machinest is a very creepy movie

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.

Then post this in your journal. See what people remember about you

~I'm counting UFO's, I signal them with my lighter. And in this moment I am happy.~
It's in the way the cool night breeze is flowing through my sweater and against my skin again, something in the way the birds sing in the morning, something in the way Jay holds my hand, something in the way this rootbeer and icecream floats down my throut, something in the way the music vibrates through my head, something in the way i think i look pretty today, something in the little things that makes me just happy. Simple sure, but more real than anything else, is this fresh air kissing my face that makes me feel alive. Simple is my life tonight, and it is beauiful!!!
That's right BEAUTIFUL!
tee hee hee
XOXO
I love you all.
~Colleen

Unga bunga,
I am home alone and bored. Waiting for Jay to message me so i can cling on to every minute i have with him until we go our seperate ways again. Back to Western where I have to write a 3000 word essay due tuesday which i already give up on. It'll be done some day. I'll pass.
I had a good weekend. I think I need to take a break from JD, my liver is crying. But I'm smiling! I had the best night every night with jay but especially Thursday night when I went to Guelph and Jay, Heather, and their friend Matt and I went to a bar on a jungle night and Jay reccomended a bunch of different drinks for me, we listened to music, danced, and just had a fun time. Jay is so cute, he gets so excited over music and animals and me, :)
I want experience everything, different music, different drinks, different types of people, everything because the more i am exposed to the more open minded i become and the more i learn about myself and the more i learn about others.
Jay dyed my hair with purple and pink streaks. Iz cool. I'm a bit of a style rebel at Western which i like because i show them that i don't care what they think is cool, i'll do my own thing, but i don't like because when i go to Guelph I see how that's more where i belong than Western. I should have listened to my heart, not my dad. Oh well.
The zoo was fun.
Music is good.
I love people.
I love sushi.
I love fire.
I'm bored!!!
But only boring people get bored?
I have nothing to write worth your reading right now so i'm gonna stop now.
~Kauleine
Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to my paradise