Merry Christmas!

Home and happy. Home and happy except Mike is far away and having a hard time. It's hard to help people over the phone. Need to see people face to face...

Well, home and happy besides. Happy to see everyone. Everyone with funny voices and funny accents. And dances with skulls. Laughing so hard that I pee my pants. Gyno Vigino Dinos, of course.

At first home was strange. Some things still seem so familar. Sometimes I forget that I was gone. Other times it is all I can think about. Living with the parents is strange. Frustrating for no reason. But Kira is in Halifax. And that is who I will be spending the next three days with. Her first Christmas. Her first Santa. Wanna see what she looks like now? Of course you do. Because she is so cute and I am so excited.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JILLIAN MARIE!

jeeayea

Yea, that's right.
I'm excited.

So excited I might just barf all over your face.


See you soon, darlings.

'smile at fortune, with two so knit to thee!'

I AM DONE!!! I finished schooooool last Wednesday with my Art History exam that I had studied and studied and studied for. After the exam I got my exam about a painting by De Witte at the Musee des Beaux-Arts in Montreal. I got an A-, which is great considering I wrote it the night before, well, the whole night before. That seems to be the way I did most of my work this semester. New Years resolution: don't skip class and don't leave everything to the last possible minute. (What are YOUR resolutions?)

Since I've finished school I've locked myself up in my house with Adriann and Mike, and while Mike studies Greek Mythology, me and Adriann have been knitting up a S-T-O-R-M. I'm knitting mittens for Mike for Christmas and I'm so proud of how they are turning out. Yea, I'm really excited. I'm a nerd.

It's been so niiice! Me and Adriann have watched hours and hours of tv while in our pjs. We've watched the whole first session of Twin Peaks, which is absolutely amazing, and the last few episodes of Six Feet Under. It's been so nice sitting inside, knitting and watching tv while it snows outside. I plan on spending the rest of my week before I get home just like this. I needed time in Montreal without anything to do before I go home. I wanted to spend time with Adriann before I leave. She is awesome and is moving out in January. When I get back in January she is only going to be here for a few days... Mike's friend Graham is going to move in, who is also awesome, but I'm going to miss her. She understand's what it is like to be anxious about ridiculous things, how it feels to have no one hear you all the time and tell you that you mumble, and what it feels like to feel uncomfortable if you don't wear black. She makes me laugh and I wish everyone at home could meet her.

When me and Adriann get sick of tv we listen to Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. It's made me feel like I am still at home sitting in Krista's room, except Krista isn't here to make me tea and lend me comfy pants.

I'm so excited to come home. I'll be home on Thursday. At 12:30 to be exact. Jillian! When do you come home on Thursday?! Maybe we'll be at the airport at the same time - although that sounds impossible. I tried to call you yesterday, but didn't catch you. I'll try again today. It's been too long and I want to talk to you before we both go home. Sarah - I called you too! I want to know how you're doing. And I wanna know your secrets. Tell your secrets!! I also just wanted to hear you and Nicole sing a lil song. Hardy har har. Nicole! Money to come. I'll have it ready on Thursday! Oh - And just a warning. I don't have any money to buy pressies for peeps so expect something made. Hopefully it will work out. CHRISTMAS!

So?! Party? Friday? Thursday?

There is so much I want to do when I get home! I want to sit in Krista's room and drink tea, I want to read with Jillian while drinking coffee. I want to get dressed up and sing Christmas songs and make ginger bread houses and play with Kira and drink rum and egg nog and dance and hang out with everyone that I've missed. I want to take my car and pick up my friends on Christmas when everyone needs a break. I want to knit and have a stitch and bitch night with wine and champagne. And roadtrips! And everything else Sarah mentioned!

What do YOU guys want to do?

Yea! Yea! I'm excited. And happy. There few months have gone by so quickly. It has been great to be in a new city. Especially when I see people that in Halifax would make me crazy, but here, it doesn't seem to matter at all. I've met wonderful people here that are fun and nice and who know how to take care of people when you are away from home and missing everyone that you looooooove. I also just met a few girls that want me to teach them out to knit while drinking wine.

So. Thursday. Until then I'm going to knit and read and learn about Greek Mythology while drinking espresso's from Stuart's espresso's maker. In my pjs. Right now.

Peace out!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL (SAUL) DAVID DOUCETTE!

dickydickybumbum

Anthony Goicolea

DICK DICK DICK
BUM BUM BUM
YUM YUM YUM
DICKY DICKY DIKCY
If you say this 10 times while eating a pineapple good luck will come to you.
- Douche Bags & Cum Guzzlers
- Mr. Pernelly

Chris and Ben left this morning. It was a good weekend. Saturday I got to see Plants and Animals play. It was nice to see Devon. Sunday we didn't do much. Had breakfast, had dinner, drank and smoked. Unfortunately I was so stressed about a group presentation this morning that I didn't really get to hang out today before they left...I felt bad about it until I got home from class I saw this note from Chris. Just wanted to share it with you because of its touching, and because it DOES bring good luck.

PS - Anthony Goicolea is another artist that Mike showed me. He composes pictures that are duplicate images of himself as a boy. They're great. I like Detention Series and You & What Army the best.

'you got a smile so bright, you could have been a candle. i'm holding you so tight, you know you could have been a handle.'

KIRA

is

the

CUTEST!


And she's going to be in Halifax this Christmas!

She DOES look like a Roger...

but its late in the day, and you're well on your way.

Last weekend Kate R (the most awesomest) came to visit. She drove down with Mike's friends, Joseph and Graeme, from Toronto, who are also awesome. It was such a good weekend. Drunk an hour after she arrived, a stupid game (which made me real cranky), karoke, breakfast, a hike up an icy mountain, dancing... Thanks for coming to visit, Kate. I really miss you and it was awesome to feel like we were roomies again for a bit.

Three awesome weekends in a row.
And now I'm poor.

Chris P is suppose to be here this weekend, although, just like Chris, I have no idea when he is coming. I can't wait to hear dickydickybumbum and condopock a hundred times in 48 hours.

Last weekend, after Kate left and I almost cried...me, Adriann, Todd, and Mike watched two movies, Palindromes and In the Realm of the Unreal. Just wanted to tell ya all cause they're G-R-E-A-T. Palindromes was fucking hilarous, and although I only got to see 20 mintues of the Henry Darger documentary it also looked amazing.

Krista, this is the artist I was telling you about today. The pictures are creepy and weird and awesome. He was a janitor in the the 1970s, and when he died they found thousands of pictures, as well as a story feature seven blond sisters called In the Realm of the Unreal...







Today I woke up to see big snow flakes falling from the sky. It's been a good day. I've done nothing but send emails to people that I love and miss, and read Motherless Brooklyn in my pjs.

Sarah, I hope yer doing a-ok. See you in a month.

'watch the snow while night falls, and stay here til november is thru...'

Thanks for the link, Krista. I really like her paintings, especially this one. How did you find her? I'm not sure why I like this one over the rest. Maybe because these are the cutest kids. Did you notice that she has painted some more?

I also really like these...

i've told so many cities about you.

Like I awesomely predicted, last weekend was FUCKY. Sarah arrived Thursday night. We had just enough time to grab a coffee (so I could grill her with questions), drop her stuff off at my house, and then head to the Cons show (which was great). Sarah got to meet all my friends in about 5 minutes, as well as a very drunk Mike who acted like he knew everyone - although Sarah really couldn't tell the difference. A lot of the night was spent hugging her while talking in funny voices, sire.

Saturday we went dancing. I drank and smoked so much that I got sick, while Sarah made some fucky drunk posts. Dancing was fucky hot. And Shamu too. That could have been a much better night if I hadn't asked a real awkward question and gotten an answer I hadn't expected. Thanks for listening to me, Sarah, while I had the spins...

Sunday we went to the Musee d'Art Contemporain and made fun of some art videos. Well, I just laughed really hard while Sarah sat there... FUCKY.

Sarah - it was great having you in town. I'm happy you got to meet all the peeps. Could you send me those pictures?


Krista - thanks for the care package. The picture is up in our bathroom, and the cd is still in my computer. I wish I could do this to you right now:




Nicole - Thanks for the film. A letter with $$$ will be sent shortly. Real short.


Next weekend Kate Robertson is COMING TO TOWN! I love all these visitors. Sooooon I'll be in D-town.

WORD to the (honesty) BIRD.

you go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you.

Sarah is coming to visit today and I can't even tell you HOW EXCITED I AM!

aHHHHHHHHH!


I promise, Sarah, that I'll pay more attention to you than I am in this picture... It's the only one I have of you since my computer was stolen. Maybe we can take some pictures with your digi.

Thanks, Krista, for sending me a care package. I wish you were coming too...

Cons tonight tonight. It's going to be a good weekend.

1, 2, 3. This is rock history.

It's beautiful outside and I don't want to do any work. I need to get caught up though. I need to do all my reading before Sarah comes! Sarah's coming!!!

Last night I carved pumpkins with Adriann, Mike, and Stuart, and then gave out candy to kids in the neighbourhood. The cutest costume was worn by my little downstairs neighbour, Liam. He was really excited to be a Dairy Cow.

I finally went to school to scan my pictures of my apartment and everything. The scanner was broken. Someday maybe you'll be able to see where I live. Someday.

OK. That's it.

WORD.

the night of the bunny...

I just learned from my lovely friend, Paul David Doucette, that an article for THE TEETH BENEATH was in the Chronicle Herald today. Unfortunately I can't find it online...Can someone send me a copy? I guess there is an interview with Jason and Evan?!

The movie features the bunny costume (or an imitation) and is completely AWESOME.

Kate & Kate, did I ever tell you about the bunny monster movie?

William Kentridge

Today Mike introducted me to William Kentridge.
And now I want to introduce you to William Kentridge.


I really want to see some of his animations...

to my girls from d-town (especially the beautiful Krista)

I hate it when I have news and gossip to tell and you are so far away that it is hard to tell you. The phone just doesn't work, or I just don't know how to explain it in a way that makes it sound exactly how it should (and I don't want to write it here because it just makes me feel strange). I am really happy here. I really love this city. But I really miss my Dartmouth girls. I miss dance parties and red wine, and baby frost.

Sarah, I am so excited to see you!

(Andrew, thanks again for the pictures. I hope you don't mind.)

'i want to hear a poem where ideas kiss similes so deeply that metaphors get jealous...'

How can I be so excited for school one day and the next not want to go at all? Yesterday I wrote my fiber art history midterm and actually enjoyed it. I liked writing about how paisley started in Kashmir, and how the Ottoman empire lost the carpet trade to Persia. I liked writing about changes in art to artifact, and art to commodity. I liked it and it made me happy to be a NERD.

But today I don't even want to go to class. Today all I can think about is why am I still in school working towards this? I've idealized it for so long and worked so hard for it. I'm starting to doubt if I will even enjoy it or if I will even be able to get into the program.

I can't decide if it is too flaky or not. I can't decide if it is actually beneficial, or if I just want to study it because it simply includes two areas that I really enjoy and can't decide between.


School is going to take so long...

I'm not going to go to class tonight even if it means getting a lower mark. I just don't really care today. Tomorrow I'll stop skipping class...

Bluenauts, Argocats, & Tigerbombers.

Because I am so fucking proud...

you should go read this, written by Mr. Black.

your smile is a sweetener, it really makes my day.

I went to Ottawa this past weekend to visit my brother on this 31st birthday, and to see my niece Kira!

It was so nice to see how utterly happy Mike and Colleen are, even if they are completely sleep deprived and go to bed at 10 instead of 2 like they used to.



Here are some pictures that I think are funny...

My brother looks so grown up in this picture. Those other two kids aren't his, but their awesome too. Jenna was their flowergirl last summer and liked to mention that she is going to be Cinderella for Halloween a lot.

I was going to make some comment about being able to see her titties...but she's my niece.

This looks really mean but I think it's really funny. I made them promise that they would bring this costume up to Montreal when they visit next weekend.

All she wanted to do on this crazy super fun mat of awesomeness was try to eat her fist which she couldn't really get to her mouth.



In other news...it's sunny today for the first time in 2 weeks.

And I've been really happy lately. Really.

She-Wolf, 500 BCE (twins, 15th c.)

I have a midterm on Thursday. I feel like I'm in first year all over again. Wait. I am. Fuck.

blood from a sugar cube.

I had a dream last night that someone that I don't like very much died. Apparently she was really sick and I was the only one that didn't know. This morning I feel like shit because I actually dreamed about her, which means I must still think about it from time to time, even while I'm miles and miles away. I want to forget about all of it. It was part of the reason why I was so excited to move here.


I also dreamed about trying on leggings. I was really drunk off red wine last night and fell asleep in my leggings.

If I was in d-town with the girls...

This is where I would be going tomorrow (but not because Martha will be there). People hollow out pumpkins and then ride them like canoes!


I miss apple (& pumpkin) picking. And the scarecrow festival in Chester. Have the leaves turned colour yet?



Look! They're dressed up like cats! (Are they cats?)

this is a fess-up. this is a mile-long island of selfless defeat.

I just had such a great weekend. Montreal was filled with Halifax, which at first made me homesick and anxious. By the Norts show it was definitly comforting.

Popopopopmontreal.

Hilarities until 6:30 am. Dancing, harassing, and poutine in the park.
Someone took a crap in the alley. I won't tell you who but maybe he will, if he has time. There is a funny (ok, creepy) picture there even if he doesn't.

It was nice to have a house full of people.



Today Gerry showed me this. You should watch it. It made me pee my pants.

Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs.

Thanks Andrew.

i heart the internet super highway & the dot.com revolution

& Marcel Dzama.

wiggidy wiggidy wack

My laptop came in the mail yesterday! After a really long and horrible day at school I came home to see it sitting on my bed, along with a note saying that someone that I haven't spoken to since highschool called.

Little fuckers better not steal this one...

I wish I still had all my pictures. Whatever. I have a new laptop! Pictures & nonsense, etc., soon.

Foot Fountain!

Soooon I will have a new laptop. And sooooon I'll be posting like it's 1999.

Just wanted to tell you that I miss you. Krista: I've decorated my apartment with your paintings and photos. I've put that birthday card that you gave me this year right beside my bed, and the photo of us on the swing above my dresser. I miss you more than ever and I wish you were here to play with my hair. Sarah: I just read the nicest email from you. I, of course, almost started crying in this stupid computer lab. I'm so excited for you to come visit. I hope it works out! And Krista! You should come! I promise it will be cheap cheap cheap. Jillian: I hope you are doing better these days - he better listen to Wendy. He better. Talk to you soon, of course. Any chance of you coming for a visit? Maybe I'll just come visit you... Darcy: I wish I had the internet so I could talk to you. What is your number? I should probably be emailing this stuff... Paul, what's your number? FRANCESCA! I will see you in 2 days! Mark, I wish you could come too. Matt: get a slamdancing phone already. I really want to talk to you. Nicole: Thanks so much for the letter. I will write you (and Sarah) one sooooon.

Soon soon soon soon.

I keep getting bad looks from people waiting for a computer. I can't wait to get my new lappie. Then you can here about all the stuff I love about Montreal. And what my apartment is like...and what Adriann is like... And pictures. Soon I will have so many pictures to post.

I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.

PS - I walked by the foot fountaint a couple of weeks ago. I didn't realize until I saw it again a couple of days ago that it was the foot fountain. I also walked by the place where I got that piercing. I forgot all about that.

well aint that just fanciful

Yesterday I went to trusty Canadian Tire to buy some things for the house and when I came back I noticed that my laptop wasn't where I had left it. I looked around the house to see if Adriann or Danielle had used and it put it somewhere else. Then I noticed the back door had been broken into.

My laptop is gone. Adriann's laptop is gone. Danielle's laptop is gone. And Adriann's camera. This morning I went to get my new backpack for school, the backpack I had just sewn my compass patch onto, and I couldn't find it. It had my memory stick and my address book in it.

All my pictures, my music, and (most importantly) all my written work and letters that I ever really cared about are gone. Love letters, stories people have written and sent me. Everystupidfuckingthing.

Oh. And Bell didn't switch over our phone account properly so I had to call the police (and my dad...) from a payphone down the street. And the phone number of the only person in Montreal who I feel comfortable crying in front of was lost when the computer was taken. So I just waited for the police and my roommates to arrive so I could tell them the news. I got to watch construction workers build a condo across the street. I didn't know what else to do. They have built each condo offsite and are just plopping them down like large wooden pieces of lego, two pieces for every home.

So. Umm. Call? If you can get through. I've sent you the number.

I miss the summer (& Halifax)