HI Mortimer

It's late, i just took some medicine to deal with this snotty nose and goopy shit flowing out of it and i'm sitting here wanting to copy you. I want to write in the blog tonight too. Lately i've been sick, i've been lame feeling, uninspiredun, and sketching dole 100% pure orange juice cans for fun.

I've been on omegle some lately, i've been reading cbc news some lately, and i've been sharing youtube videos with you some lately (as you know).

Deaths has sprung upon me! And here i am talking to smoking-Argentinian men who graffiti s (too cool for school right? Other then the smoking part...)
Death has sprung upon me! And here i am talking to a polish man, named Pawel, who has a secret romance with a girl he won't tell me about. How lame right?
Death has sprung upon me! And here, i am here. With a cat named baby on my lap, writing this. I feel i should be doing something useful. Like painting that fence in my ?front yard? a cool image and then taking a picture for to judge it. I don't think i should ever do that, but if i would ever... I hope you would be impressed.

I am leaving you with a picture that reminds me slightly of another picture i put in my secret-journal while i was in montreal, waking up, and drinking tea at 7am.
Enjoy.

I Don't Like Their Haircuts. At All

Okay fine I will write something. it's almost October and for some reason I want to press shift everytime I hit the period button> it looks like I can't finalize any sentence ever.
But anyway> I am taking this writing class called "a writers world in books and film" where we basically learn about a certain writer for three hours and then watch a movie based on them or something they wrote. So we just did Virginia Woolf and next week we are watching the Hours. Everytime I come out of there I feel like I should be writing epic poetry (or in this case feminist non-fiction) and/or drowning myself in a river with stones in my pockets. I found the Bell Jar (after about 20minutes of wandering the stacks, too proud to use a computer to search up the code... too dumb to figure out the crazy system the library has of shelving) And the pages are marred by all these notes of pseudo-intellectuals who are reading waaaay too much in to half the things she says, if you ask me.
Anyway today was probably one of the most embarrasing times of the year. I walked around for like 1/2 hour with a LOT of blood on the back of my pants. Nobody told me either. I was just 'that chick' with bloodstains in unlikely places for no apparent reason, because Believe Me, I was wearing stuff down there. Lets not talk about it.