no matter how much I calculate

the amount of spinach I cook, it always reduces to such a tiny amount!
oh well.

And this next sentence will probably make me sound like a, um, I don't know, a lame weirdo.  I got some colourful undergarments (undergarments? who says that? 1850s much?) just the other day. And since it is not deemed socially acceptable to run around showing your colourful patterned bra proudly to everyone you encounter on the street, I opted to wear a semi opaque top. That was my compromise.

Stomach

stomach is upset :c

flower print, flowered hair, flower pot

Re potted some plants today. A delicate flower branch (branch?/stem?)broke off :c
The next logical step in that case was to stick in in my hair.. (man, what a hippie)

I think they turned out pretty okay!

Brass

Someone keeps trashing my room I tell you! or, ok, actually, I'm just not very tidy and I tend to throw my clothes across the floor when I search for something to wear.

Told myself I'd try and wear dresses this summer, so here is my effort:

..annnnd I also had dumplings.

Blue, Red, a Feather and some tunes.

Honnêtement, se rendre au travail une journée aussi ensoleillée et pleine de potentiel, c'est un peu difficile! Comment passer au dessus d'un tel fardeau inévitable? Porter des couleurs vives. Notamment le rouge (qui signifie la croissance et le soutiens ) avec le bleu (qui dégage un sentiment d'appartenance et de calme) ce qui a bien marcher pour moi (also was the first things at hand, so the whole colour meaning was just b.s. en passant).

De plus j'ai récemment trouver un sac pleins de bijoux qui s'était porté disparue depuis quelques années. Ce collier was purchased in a store/studio that worked primarely blown glass. With both a feather and zipper, how could I resist?

Moi qui essaye d'apprendre une nouvelle langue, je devrais mieux maîtriser le français tout dabords. Oui? nah.. j'me débrouille asser bien.. je pense.

Oh, Et mon lecteur Mp3 est arriver par la poste il y a deux deux jours. Enfin, de la musique pour inondée mon cerveau n'importe ou je me trouve.

Et la chanson qui me tourne dans la tête depuis ce matin:
(I know the season is completely wrong, but wtevs. just close your eyes or look away)

Bringing the Garden inside!

This summer I am planning on inundating my room with plants. I got a super fun/fresh/energetic looking plant (cannot recall the name) from my Maman, and a superb Cactus & plant/pebbles/earth bowl from lovely friends

Next up I need to go get little flowers to hang from a black clothing rack along my wall. Sounds not so great, but I shall post some pictures and you shall be impressed and charmed.

Similar to this:

(DIY hanging planter)

Essentially, This would be THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING ever, but I am not sure I could pull it off. Peut-etre, on verra!

(KOKEDAMA string garden)

I remember these brought much Tranquility when I moved away and was in need of comforting familiarity.

Thats done...until next year.

Glad that day is over. I really don't like my birthday.
Which seems silly.

Wasn't always the case. I looved birthday parties when I was young. Always wore the fun dresses, streamers in the house, home made oreo or strawberry short cake in the shape of an animal or thematic. And now when it is anyone else's birthday I am ecstatic! So, much, fun.

Maybe it is due to a mix of conflicting feelings about growing older, and partly the (to me) misguided attention received. I mean why celebrate and congratulate on such a day, I didn't accomplish anything special or worthy of a fiesta. Maybe credit to my mom who gave birth, but other then that, seems uneventful. And it happened 22years ago people! move on.

But of course my warped sense of things only applies to me, as anyone else who's birthday comes around, I jump on the bandwagon and bring out the balloons, without the slightest critical or unjustifiable analyzed thought.

no longer in my Power

fully conscious that as I write this my reading base comprises of a total of two people, the occasional other one or two, and perhaps a lost browser. What am I even doiiiing?

Let this be a lesson to all of you young-ins, giving in to peer pressure is at times inevitable. Especially if they insist on giving you free food. You pretty much become like their slave. Slave make you think of having to wash other people's dishes and scrub the floors, or maybe row some boats with spatulas or something. But their sadism is on a whole other level. "Create content. We want to read." they remark, "You eat salad. Write stuff. We want to read." they chant. And when you think about fighting it, and escaping from their scrawl-demanding pressure, they taunt you with cute pictures of their cat. Its ridiculous, it's underwhelming, overwhelming. But the bottom line is the blog is resurfacing.

Don't judge. You'll see, one day, you will fall into the same trap. Those exploiters are everywhere. Perhaps you will have children, and they will demand love in return of eating your food. You lose double in that case. You just wait until you find seemingly nice people that encourage you and believe in your potential, and see how turning the cold shoulder and breaking free of the friendly embrace can be so so difficult.

Until then, you cannot judge me nor my past free meals.

Fash Show Audience Member

Fashion School Fashion Show.
A little bittersweet.
It looked great though!

en bref

What a tiring-exhausting day.
Too much walking, my feet hurt.
Too much wind, my eyes got all watery.
Too many long floats in my fabric, freakin' sliding all over the place.

Three 9:oo-11:oo evenings at Lasalle, and the dress looks dreadful.
Going to have to eat copious amounts of Easter chocolates to make up for this bitter garment-creating disaster.

[eat] apple pie minis

I miss the Street Cars..?

who woulda thought.

Automated-response [✔]

I have to change these habits.
When I sit down (actually walking home at 11:48pm)and think about it, Ca me nuit.


Without realizing it, I have conditioned myself to a few responses when asked a few questions. The Question- then *bam* my automated answer. Its gotten to the point where I don't even take notice, or really think about the questions anymore. Maybe today I feel more like "yes" then a "no", but that doesn't even pass through my mind before I reply.

Sometimes situations arise, and there is an open __ of a few seconds, instant spontaneous reaction to be had. Instead its more of a stop and the pre-regulated thought/reaction/response/what-have-you kicks in. Sometimes I am given a few minutes to react, but it still reaches the same conclusion.

Like saliva to a steak. I have to revers things in my brain, and change the way I approach these situations. Which I want to do, and have thought about, but the second it actually come into play, I'm Pavlov's Dog again.

Need to rewire things.

Just not-so-orange anymore

blehr

At times like these, I'm glad I don't have predispositions of reckless drinking or anything self destructive to fall back on.




other than my thoughts perhaps

[eat] Spanakopitas

I rummaged through my fridge and pantry to no avail. Nothing interesting. result: made Spanakopitas. (Automatic spell check wanted me to change that to "Spanking". we'll save that for another post.. (kidding)).

First I had to use my (none existent) muscles to squeeze the water outta that Spinach. Chop up some parsley, mix with Feta, and throw in the garlic and sweated onions. ("sweating" refers to heating them in a pan until they become translucent, but not until golden).


Phyllo pastry comes in sheets. Layered about three of those (paper,egg wash,paper,egg wash, paper), and with a spoon scoop of filling, folded them up on themselves.

could have made a stop motion out of the last sequence of pictures

Out of the oven all yummy.



I think they turned out rather well.
And yet it didn't satiate me. greeeat. Now I have to figure out what I was craving, if it wasn't spinach and cheese and flaky envelopes.

Was pretty awful to someone in a dream just now. Gotta shake that feeling and go about my day.

some orange sweater

on an unfortunate girl with no curves

["drawing"]

[ __ ] ma journée, genre..

I wish I had the right content for a good, solid, wonderfully insightful and amusing post. Alas, I really don't. (nothing new). So just a random bunch of thoughts will have to do. But that's no fun to write, so I'll try and tie them together..somehow..maybe just with conjunctions.

"spark notes" version below. Trust me, you won't be missing any extra information.

After a long and decently productive day at werk, I got some not-so-fun news. The severity of which I can only measure as of Monday, but it isn't looking too good :( . Well not horrible, just inconveniant and disappointing. I had to navigate the metro system with large and pointy rulers, capable of taking someone's eye out with a sudden movement. Considering that, paired with my mood, it's a good thing no one approached me to be of annoyance. You know how metro people can be. I got home sleepy and proceeded to fall asleep as a direct result. With my contacts in. And so after having woken up, I feel as though they have been suction cupped to my eye. The lense and my eyeball have become one. That'll be fun to try and remove. sigh.

In other news, I've run into about 3 spiders today. On a totally unrelated note, I ate a lot of food, because sometimes I confuse sleepy with hungry (don't judge). So like left over rice, and strawberry-mango smoothie, and cheesewiz on crackers. Clearly I need my own cooking show. or perhaps a personalized dietary food pyramid. With rice being on the top. Oh- sorry about the tangents, I forgot you were reading this. Followed by the nap, resulted in some weird dream. The pointy rulers did make their appearance in it, as well as puppies. Now I'm drinking water, as if it were to erase the effects of a full belly.

Lastly, on my regrouping of thoughts; Hoping on a Greyhound and going to visit a friend for the weekend. With the possibility of seeing another friend as well. Should be fun. I'll make a post bout it if it ends up fantabulously exciting!

Point form
-got possibly shitty news today
-went on metro with dangerous drafting tools
-food and napped
-contact lens stuck to my eye
-spiders were encountered
-had a weird dream
-and off to neighboring province tomorrah .

[Weekend] your friday vs. my friday

What I imagine Your past Friday looked like:




What My past Friday consisted of:

Hell yeah, Finding Nemo



& smothies

[ __ ]

I'll be here, for a little while at least. Even if packing up and running away again is the most tempting thing ever (!)

[eat] Choco-Volcano

[eat]

[ ]The 3 in 1 post

I love Grey. Grey grey e’ryday. So no surprise I like silver quite a bit aswell. Like grey except with the added allure of “slightly shinny”. There is most likely no need for me to explain the properties of such a “colour”/shade, as even if you happen to be colour blind, you’ve haven't been deprived of anything with silver, therefore I digress. The new two additions to my “jewelry box”:

A chain curtain from my mother, adorned with a little leaf (I like leaves as well..)

An ethereal-esque profile
encompassing wildlife and nature. So lovely. From a dear (deer?) friend.

Part II

The film Melancholia came to mind as I was brushing my hair today (useless information added). Film of such image-rich sustenance, nice for those who go to movies mainly for the visual. A plot you try and follow, turning to short dialogue and unspoken information to try and piece together why through such lovely scenery and seemingly joyful premises you sit with with a constant underlying feeling of dread. Until, well, the dread starts. Also quite distracting was the bust of Kirsten Dunst in her wedding dress throughout most of the film.

[Trailer]

Part III

Also, in no connection with the two previous topics, I need to get a hold of myself. And start creating stuff, anything really, for others, for me, whatever it may be. Come sewings in piles, both success and trials. Thoughts scribbled down concrete, where ideas can meet. Whatever their tone, the happier the better. Creating every day, no matter the weather.. Whoa, sorry, I went all Dr. Seuss on you there.

[ __ ]Why weren't you there

Chilled at a new place tonight. The corniest lines were uttered, drank "Kool Aid", and a girl burnt her hair over an open flame.
Overall a good time.

[eat] Apple Pie

The best Apple pies are the ones that follow few rules or strict recipes. You grab a cook book, an awesome apron (*not optional!), and a few memories of the times you watched over a coworkers shoulder as they made pies and you ignored work responsibilities.. Got all that? Then you're all set! Apologies for the obnoxious titanium in the picture. I really need to downsize that thing.

Mine consisted of Spartan apples, Sour cream, Brown sugar, Cinnamon, Pie dough, and I made some crumble for the top.



Judging by facial expressions, my appetizers didn't impress. I guess the anticipation of the pie just distracted them from the cute-ily crafted entrées I had prepared.



Final result! It was sweet and apple-y and looked how a proper rustic home made pie should look.



Zero presentation points to whomever served it. What is that? A little mound of what?



Someone pass the vanilla icecream :)

Week 1 of school completed

Not a full week, but nevertheless.
I'll try my best to stick with it this time around.
Other than the few times I felt a little nauseous, I have a good feeling bout this returning.

It's worth another shot ? .