My teabag says:

"As you dance with a loved one, steep 3-5 minutes."

Between Of the Mind and On Life:

The book called Ontology is only three fingers thick.

"Cars don't want to hit people" -Me, before.

I got a little bit hit by a car today; not a lot. It was more like being tapped quickly by something bigger than usual. The old woman rolled down her window with her mouth open. I said in the most cold way ever that I was okay, implying that I was right pissed, but that I still felt able to catch the next bus and didn't want to bother. She said thank you when she should have said sorry. Thank you? I really didn't do anything. I got hit by your car. You're welcome?

Things happen in threes though right? That's what people say and they usually have really great stories to back it up. Sarah got hit by a car in the summer and that really sucked. This didn't stink that much but I probably made a dumb face when it happened. And my knee hurts sort-of but no more than it hurts when I propel myself into stationary objects. Anyway, I lived with Sarah, and I have, at other times, lived with the following people: Mom, Dave, Alan, Ben, Will, Ryan, Shannon, Team Pink and Joanna (in res), Suzanne et al. (in eco house, including the girl sitting across from (but refusing to acknowledge) me (I won't bother mentioning this to her)), Kristy, Sarah-Caitlin, that Brittany girl, and Drea. Sarah and I make two, so my warning to everyone else is to look both ways at least a couple of times and assume nothing. Just to be careful/superstitious.

Distracted by

A marching band, sirens, and a chorus of honks. 8 women dressed as Santa's elves going past my window. The Santa Claus parade reminds me of the year my mother must have dressed me in four layers of pants and brought me to downtown Oakville to watch the parade quickly before I had to rush to the twins' older brother's bowling birthday party. It was last minute, I think we gave him a toonie; toonies were the new thing. I was overdressed for bowling. The couple beside us at the parade were pouring coffee out from their thermos into mugs. It smelled good, my mother said. I didn't know what Irish coffee was at the time, now I know it would have been the perfect thing to keep my feet warm.

Do marching band members practice on tracks or treadmills?

writing and rewriting an essay and also everything in and outside of this and every other library

Keep going. Keeping going and keeping letting go and keeping and going and always keeping and going and letting go and keeping and going. "The process of keeping...requires substitutions...to ensure growth" (Kane 3). Keep going.

Snotty

I had a dream I picked my nose in his bed and put it in his sheets and in my dream he woke up and he said I had a dream you picked your nose and you put it in my sheets.

Land and See

I'm happy as a lamb
A gooey filled little clam

I'm the bad dream

Last night I dreamt that mentos, the freshmaker, insisted on their packaging that I must eat 5 in a row. How insignificant. Probably because my days are becoming like little tidy nightmares in the eerie and unsettling (but not completely terrible and bloody) way. See: the last post.

Advils and Advice

"Marry rich, you know. Find a good husband so you don't have to worry. I plan on looking after myself. Good. Good for you. Good for you because you can think you know someone for 17 years and wake up and find out you didn't know them at all. It's good to have a companion, for what that's worth, but you've got to have your freedom. You've got to look out for yourself because no one will look out for you. Yep. Oh you're an angel. Brandy is the good stuff. I can feel my lungs clearing up already. It's true. It sucks the moisture right out of them, alcohol does. Yep. You know what's interesting about society today? They're making more cars than people are buying. I wonder what's going to happen in 2012. The world is just getting crazier and crazier. Old women who drink 2-3 ounces of brandy a day live forever, I'm telling you they do! 2-3 ounces every day."

time management skills

Twice a year, twice yearly, after the time changes, I keep it the same internally though I change all my clocks and so I go about existing during two times at once. It's 11:59, but it's also 12:59, which explains why I'm so tired. I ate lunch at 11 because it was "really" 12. When (if) I travel it's not the same thing. I'm in the same darn place (my bed of course) but it's a whole new time. Light and food are the difference. It gets darker sooner and I get hungrier for breakfast earlier in the evening.