'ello loves!
goodness, it has been quite a long time, has it not?
to get us rolling right along here:
Thing the First: I have learned (throughout the afore-mentioned "being vegan week") that it is nearly impossible to do so when you are eating the foods an entire community eats, and you can't bloody plan your own menu (yes, indeed, we partake in "menu-planning" for the week at my lovely boarding school) and you aren't buying and making your own food (though some people had taken the time to actually make vegan food, thanks a lot to them).
Thing the Second: I'm home! and I've been so for over a week now, though it hardly feels like it. *tangent* and you know my very favourite part about being home? when people ask you a question while you're eating lunch or dinner or something, and then everyone stops and stares at you, waiting for a very-detailed answer. and usually, it's the same question they asked last time you were home. and before that. and then, other people ask the same bloody questions, and it goes on and on and on and it drives me bloody well INSANE! and then, oh, and then, they have the absolute gaul to ask when I'm leaving, which is not exactly something I feel absolutely joyous about... *un-tangent*
Thing the Third: today, I fell in love with the art of Margaret Wall-Romana (http://mwallromana.com/). AMAZING!
xo
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
And now for something completely different...
'ello, Lovelies!
I've noticed that my posts are becoming rather scattered as of late...
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anyway, I'm finally completely alone (accept for an off-duty houseparent) since I've been home, and joyous am I!
my house has always been very calm, clean and just plain quiet, so whenever I can get that here I try to enjoy it to the fullest.
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in other news, I'm going vegan for a week, starting monday.
I've been wanting to do it for a while (though I'd never made much progress, accept the occasional summer day when I would spend all day outside reading about it, and then (when I was younger then I am now) my blood sugar would become all askew from eating little to nothing all day) and now I have an actual reason to, for I am doing it as a project for my nutrition class (along with a report, of course.)
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people have returned.
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I've noticed that my posts are becoming rather scattered as of late...
---
anyway, I'm finally completely alone (accept for an off-duty houseparent) since I've been home, and joyous am I!
my house has always been very calm, clean and just plain quiet, so whenever I can get that here I try to enjoy it to the fullest.
---
in other news, I'm going vegan for a week, starting monday.
I've been wanting to do it for a while (though I'd never made much progress, accept the occasional summer day when I would spend all day outside reading about it, and then (when I was younger then I am now) my blood sugar would become all askew from eating little to nothing all day) and now I have an actual reason to, for I am doing it as a project for my nutrition class (along with a report, of course.)
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people have returned.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Poetry, and other unrelated things... or, I'm a canadian at heart
‘ello, Loves!
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
Poetry, and other unrelated things... or, I'm a canadian at heart
‘ello, Loves!
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
How is your weekend going?
Today, Sunday, might just be my favourite day of the week (making a tie with Saturday.)
It is the day when we can sleep in till 9:30 in the morning and have brunch. We soon after have Community Work, which makes me feel productive, and then we have the rest of the day to lounge around and do whatever until dinner and study hall.
It is the day when many people are out shopping for whatever they might need, be it toothpaste or shaving cream or socks, and very few people are left at the school.
I grew up as an only child (both of my siblings are quite a bit older, and moved out) and my family is very mellow, so I love it. I also love staying home alone, and quietness, and that’s the closest I can get.
I’ve just made myself a batch of about seven different kinds of teas, all of them very random but surprisingly ok.
Speaking of which, something I discovered within the first few days of returning to school is that it is impossible to make decent chai tea with Silk soymilk. The vanilla/sugar/whatever-is-in-it-to-make-it-sweet completely ruins it, sadly…
---
At my school, we have “Creative Expression,” and “Physical Expression,” and book groups every Wednesday instead of regular classes, something I quite enjoy.
(a note on this, my week-mantra is that you try as hard as you can not to think about Monday, and then Tuesday is almost Wednesday, and then Wednesday means the week is almost over, and then Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is almost the weekend.)
Currently, my CE is poetry writing, which I quite enjoy.
Our most recent assignment is to write a poem to be entered into a local contest, the subject of which must be upon humanity or nature or what it means to be alive and in nature and any combination of anything of that sort.
The prizes for the winners are pretty cool, 50$ for 1st prize, 25$ for 2nd and 15$ for 3rd.
The judges are legit poets, which I think is pretty cool.
I quite like this subject, because I can be quite bitter.
Pretty much all of the poetry I’ve written has been a bit bitter, a bit sarcastic even, but I try as hard as I can for them to show the thoughtfulness that I actually put into them, and to avoid as much as possible having them fit snuggly into the “emo poetry” category.
I’m sorry to say that I really rather abhor it. but I quite enjoy the word “abhor”.
---
I’m from the united states, and I’m incredibly embarrassed to be from here. I truly am.
Of course, I can appreciate the safety and freedom of it, but at least once a day I think to myself, “I gotta get out of here.”
Maybe not that often, necessarily, but often enough.
But for now, I can’t, so I’ve decided to commit myself to changing my vocabulary from things like “eggplant” to “aubergine” and “zee” to “zed”.
(the latter, of course, was a matter of pronunciation.)
And I’m trying my hardest to (in my opinion) correctly spell things like “neighbour,” instead of “neighbor” and “grey,” instead of “gray”.
I shall post a list of words and such that I can find, and please correct me if I make a mistake.
<3
xo
Finally! A post! or, Cactus-Hunting (the latest sport)
‘ello, Loves!
It’s been quite a while, has it not?
Now that I’m at boarding school, it’s grown incredibly difficult to post.
But I do rather enjoy posting my little diddles, and I felt I owed something, however small.
Here you are.
<3
Once, there was a small poppet named Elgar Jameson. He resided in a cave, instead of a proper home, but he didn’t mind it because he had never lived in a house, and so had nothing to compare it to.
The cave was quite nice, for it was always dry, no matter the weather.
The walls were something he was quite proud of, for they were covered in murals and paintings and all manner of things like that. Whenever he got bored of one painting, he could just paint over it. in this manner, he grew to become a great artist.
It was cool in the summer, and warm and cozy and toasty in the winter.
His bed was a soft little nest of leaves and feathers and dried flowers.
This boy Elgar dearly loved flowers, and planted a great many in his cave-home, so it always smelled fresh and floral. Along with the flowers, he grew a great many vegetables and fruits, so he never had to end a creature’s life.
Though he never lived with any other poppet, he was never lonely for company, because besides his flora, he resided with his pet-friends, a bird named Matilda and a goldfish named Giraffe-Man. Both of these had been living with him for quite a while, and they had all grown quite close.
Where we see him now is walking through the forest, Matilda upon Elgar’s shoulder and Giraffe-Man in a large glass bowl.
Today, the poppet was going cactus-hunting.
If you’ve never heard of Cactus-Hunting, it’s the latest sport in woodland folk, in which one explores all about thy neighbourhood in search of the aforesaid succulents. When you find one, you plant exactly one daisy near the cactus. Once you’re finished, you return to thy home, to come back every day to care for the daisy. The two plants eventually grow to be great friends.
Once they have, the game is done.
Twas a game invented by Elgar, the charming little lad.
The End.
xo
It’s been quite a while, has it not?
Now that I’m at boarding school, it’s grown incredibly difficult to post.
But I do rather enjoy posting my little diddles, and I felt I owed something, however small.
Here you are.
<3
Once, there was a small poppet named Elgar Jameson. He resided in a cave, instead of a proper home, but he didn’t mind it because he had never lived in a house, and so had nothing to compare it to.
The cave was quite nice, for it was always dry, no matter the weather.
The walls were something he was quite proud of, for they were covered in murals and paintings and all manner of things like that. Whenever he got bored of one painting, he could just paint over it. in this manner, he grew to become a great artist.
It was cool in the summer, and warm and cozy and toasty in the winter.
His bed was a soft little nest of leaves and feathers and dried flowers.
This boy Elgar dearly loved flowers, and planted a great many in his cave-home, so it always smelled fresh and floral. Along with the flowers, he grew a great many vegetables and fruits, so he never had to end a creature’s life.
Though he never lived with any other poppet, he was never lonely for company, because besides his flora, he resided with his pet-friends, a bird named Matilda and a goldfish named Giraffe-Man. Both of these had been living with him for quite a while, and they had all grown quite close.
Where we see him now is walking through the forest, Matilda upon Elgar’s shoulder and Giraffe-Man in a large glass bowl.
Today, the poppet was going cactus-hunting.
If you’ve never heard of Cactus-Hunting, it’s the latest sport in woodland folk, in which one explores all about thy neighbourhood in search of the aforesaid succulents. When you find one, you plant exactly one daisy near the cactus. Once you’re finished, you return to thy home, to come back every day to care for the daisy. The two plants eventually grow to be great friends.
Once they have, the game is done.
Twas a game invented by Elgar, the charming little lad.
The End.
xo
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Off to school...
'ello, Loves!
yes, I'm off to school. indeed.
*sadness*
so this post is shorter...
xo
yes, I'm off to school. indeed.
*sadness*
so this post is shorter...
xo
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Can I have a giant muffin-sized hug?
God help me.
I'm gonna cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuTV73QACZc&feature=related
that is all.
ever thine,
xo
I'm gonna cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuTV73QACZc&feature=related
that is all.
ever thine,
xo
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