crikey.
reformatting computers is harder than it looks.
even with ubuntu.
i took a sleeping pill forty five minutes ago and now my left eyelid is involuntarily drooping.
i can only assume my right eyelid will follow suit shortly.
12.31.2007
12.30.2007
(i'd spend the night and i'd lose my mind)
i need to read my cards. i need to do my work.
my eyes hurt like i've been slicing onions all day even though i haven't.
it's my sinuses. they're all blocked up and i have a migrane and i'm pretty sure if i don't stay hydrated i will come down with the flu.
i'm anxious to get back to victoria. even though i'm going with my dad, i'm scared of the drive. scared of the mountains, scared of the snow, scared of the waning daylight (it goes too soon, too soon). these last days always feel like limbo even though i'm still. they always feel like no man's land. maybe we'll leave tomorrow, in the evening, maybe we'll wait until morning, get our five o'clock new year's day coffees and go. i told my dad it's up to him; i just want to get there. i want the ocean and i want my bed and i want to not live out of my big black duffel anymore. i want it to be 2008 so i can pretend to start again, or something.
my eyes hurt like i've been slicing onions all day even though i haven't.
it's my sinuses. they're all blocked up and i have a migrane and i'm pretty sure if i don't stay hydrated i will come down with the flu.
i'm anxious to get back to victoria. even though i'm going with my dad, i'm scared of the drive. scared of the mountains, scared of the snow, scared of the waning daylight (it goes too soon, too soon). these last days always feel like limbo even though i'm still. they always feel like no man's land. maybe we'll leave tomorrow, in the evening, maybe we'll wait until morning, get our five o'clock new year's day coffees and go. i told my dad it's up to him; i just want to get there. i want the ocean and i want my bed and i want to not live out of my big black duffel anymore. i want it to be 2008 so i can pretend to start again, or something.
12.28.2007
zyprexa times
i'm bleeding all over everything. today i was lazy and i put my boxers in the washing machine instead of soaking them in cold water with dish soap like my mom taught me to do when i was thirteen. the stains didn't come out and i stood at the sink for twenty minutes running them under alternating cold and hot water with a bottle of sunlight.
there's paperwork all over my bed and a half finished beer on my desk, and even though it's eleven thirty and i'm about to go to sleep, i'm wearing this ridiculous woven bone white beret that makes me look jamaican.
today was the big switch day. the big switch day always makes me sad, makes me guilty, even though i've been to therapy enough times to hear the counselors say inside my head, chelsea, this is not your stuff. and that's what they say. stuff. like it's luggage or something. like it's duffel bags i'm trying to carry even though they don't have my name on them. i like my room at my father's house better. it looked austere before i put all my stuff (and i am talking about luggage) on the floor, but i've had this room longer. i've had this room since i was three. no one has turned it into a home gym in my absence.
and on my way out the door to the airport this morning, i stopped dead in the foyer. my dad finally filled the hole in the wall where, in the summer, he tried to make a mail slot but couldn't because in his percocet-induced delirium, he forgot to check for studs. the plaster has been sanded, but not painted, and i fingered it like a scar.
the corona is finished and i miss you. i wasn't supposed to miss you. this wasn't part of the plan.
there's paperwork all over my bed and a half finished beer on my desk, and even though it's eleven thirty and i'm about to go to sleep, i'm wearing this ridiculous woven bone white beret that makes me look jamaican.
today was the big switch day. the big switch day always makes me sad, makes me guilty, even though i've been to therapy enough times to hear the counselors say inside my head, chelsea, this is not your stuff. and that's what they say. stuff. like it's luggage or something. like it's duffel bags i'm trying to carry even though they don't have my name on them. i like my room at my father's house better. it looked austere before i put all my stuff (and i am talking about luggage) on the floor, but i've had this room longer. i've had this room since i was three. no one has turned it into a home gym in my absence.
and on my way out the door to the airport this morning, i stopped dead in the foyer. my dad finally filled the hole in the wall where, in the summer, he tried to make a mail slot but couldn't because in his percocet-induced delirium, he forgot to check for studs. the plaster has been sanded, but not painted, and i fingered it like a scar.
the corona is finished and i miss you. i wasn't supposed to miss you. this wasn't part of the plan.
12.27.2007
12.23.2007
12.22.2007
12.21.2007
when my modern canadian poetry professor marks my final, it will be obvious to him that i spent this night, this last night before the exam, painting and socializing and getting high and laughing into the night because even our shadows were hilarious--or maybe he won't know that. but it will be obvious to him that i did not spend this night cobbling together evidence for a comparative essay on the poet's role in society or the apathetic universe or the superimposition of myth over reality like i'm supposed to, like i would have done if i was good.
something inside me is quaking, rupturing, and i don't know what it is. but i'm waiting. i'm waiting for it to break open and spill like blood, or as blood, onto the page or the canvas, or the floor.
the tarot will not comment.
something inside me is quaking, rupturing, and i don't know what it is. but i'm waiting. i'm waiting for it to break open and spill like blood, or as blood, onto the page or the canvas, or the floor.
the tarot will not comment.
12.19.2007
how to feel like you are high even though you are not:
go to rebar for dessert.
don't decide between chocolate cake and apple pie.
order both, with coffee, put them side by side in the middle of the table and share.
eat both. do not save any for next day leftovers.
walk back to her apartment, listen to joni mitchell, and spend the rest of the night painting the blank canvasses she's had since she was thirteen.
-i just had a breakthrough.
-me too.
-this is going to be the sea.
-MINE is going to be the sea!
laugh a lot, about nothing.
watch the angles around your torso soften.
don't decide between chocolate cake and apple pie.
order both, with coffee, put them side by side in the middle of the table and share.
eat both. do not save any for next day leftovers.
walk back to her apartment, listen to joni mitchell, and spend the rest of the night painting the blank canvasses she's had since she was thirteen.
-i just had a breakthrough.
-me too.
-this is going to be the sea.
-MINE is going to be the sea!
laugh a lot, about nothing.
watch the angles around your torso soften.
12.14.2007
i'm holding a lot of tension in my butt.
theatre seats apparently don't remedy this.
i can't believe i have to deal with another week of all this stupid academic bullshit.
multiple choice english tests.
i feel better now that there is a YYJ-YYC flight at the end of it.
but, in the film i watched tonight, nicole kidman's character wore old jeans and moccasins and scarves and smoked a lot of marijuana, and even though i don't smoke a lot of marijuana anymore, i wonder if i've started something. what are those things called.
trends.
theatre seats apparently don't remedy this.
i can't believe i have to deal with another week of all this stupid academic bullshit.
multiple choice english tests.
i feel better now that there is a YYJ-YYC flight at the end of it.
but, in the film i watched tonight, nicole kidman's character wore old jeans and moccasins and scarves and smoked a lot of marijuana, and even though i don't smoke a lot of marijuana anymore, i wonder if i've started something. what are those things called.
trends.
12.13.2007
12.12.2007
tonight i ate homemade soup in janine's bed while we watched life aquatic, and i learned a difficult but important life lesson, and the universe rewarded me when i got home to a heated apartment.
yes. it's been seven days. and my furnace works again.
i'm going to sleep naked simply because it's warm enough.
yes. it's been seven days. and my furnace works again.
i'm going to sleep naked simply because it's warm enough.
12.11.2007
12.09.2007
12.07.2007
my sole sources of warmth right now are:
tea, and
a space heater the size of a stereo speaker.
i feel like i'm about to come down with pneumonia.
brit j. bates wonders how the universe can justify this.
i wonder which karmic debt i'm being forced to pay off.
when i considered the possible downfalls of living in a one hundred and fifteen year-old house, Broken Furnaces didn't really cross my mind.
it is, however, kind of amusing that this only seems to happen when i have portfolio revisions to do.
but only kind of.
tea, and
a space heater the size of a stereo speaker.
i feel like i'm about to come down with pneumonia.
brit j. bates wonders how the universe can justify this.
i wonder which karmic debt i'm being forced to pay off.
when i considered the possible downfalls of living in a one hundred and fifteen year-old house, Broken Furnaces didn't really cross my mind.
it is, however, kind of amusing that this only seems to happen when i have portfolio revisions to do.
but only kind of.
12.04.2007
so,
apparently there was a gas leak under the sidewalk running along my block.
yeah.
i went outside for a cigarette at six thirty and there was this tripod erected on the corner with a seven-foot tall neck and a face made of fire. the city officials had to burn all the leaking gas so it wouldn't seep into the groundwater, or something.
a man walked by with his daughter and told me it's a good thing i didn't light that cigarette an hour ago. his daughter was seven and tugged on his hand and yelled,
dad! let's go watch! i think it's going to EXPLODE!!!
and i said,
i think it's already exploding.
and then she showed me her stuffed penguin, which apparently connects to the internet (lol @ technology?) and told me that second grade is supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus.
at any rate, while i was in yoga, the furnace in my house was turned off for safety reasons and now i am COLD.
i guess i will not be writing my giant gwendolyn macewen paper here tomorrow, unless i want to die of hypothermia.
i wish i conserved more body heat in shavasana.
the answers to my problems are as follows:
shower,
tea,
product of pakistan socks, my afghan, and my bed, all smelling of laundry detergent,
daytrip to bean with stella,
mischa yogaaaaaaa.
ohmmm.
yeah.
i went outside for a cigarette at six thirty and there was this tripod erected on the corner with a seven-foot tall neck and a face made of fire. the city officials had to burn all the leaking gas so it wouldn't seep into the groundwater, or something.
a man walked by with his daughter and told me it's a good thing i didn't light that cigarette an hour ago. his daughter was seven and tugged on his hand and yelled,
dad! let's go watch! i think it's going to EXPLODE!!!
and i said,
i think it's already exploding.
and then she showed me her stuffed penguin, which apparently connects to the internet (lol @ technology?) and told me that second grade is supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus.
at any rate, while i was in yoga, the furnace in my house was turned off for safety reasons and now i am COLD.
i guess i will not be writing my giant gwendolyn macewen paper here tomorrow, unless i want to die of hypothermia.
i wish i conserved more body heat in shavasana.
the answers to my problems are as follows:
shower,
tea,
product of pakistan socks, my afghan, and my bed, all smelling of laundry detergent,
daytrip to bean with stella,
mischa yogaaaaaaa.
ohmmm.
12.02.2007
12.01.2007
it's december.
it snowed this morning.
rumor has it we're supposed to get 20-30 centimeters in the next 24 hours.
i didn't do any work tonight.
i'm not going to do any work tonight.
i just watched the funniest movie.
and now i'm going to bed.
i am the lamest person alive right now.
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it snowed this morning.
rumor has it we're supposed to get 20-30 centimeters in the next 24 hours.
i didn't do any work tonight.
i'm not going to do any work tonight.
i just watched the funniest movie.
and now i'm going to bed.
i am the lamest person alive right now.
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