godless heathens always waltz on the sky

(ph: ?)

creeping around while he gets high,
it might not be something you would do.
but you haven't seen my man...

tell me life is beautiful; they all think i have it all

(ph: still from blue valentine, end credits)

i'm not sure what happened, but i have been trying unsuccessfully to convince myself that it all really happened. it's not what i want. but it's what he needs. i literally don't know what in the world is happening without him. i mean, it's been a week filled with learning for me: i realize girl time is much needed (you'd think that was obvious, but being with someone for a long time makes you forget...), and that there are things i need to just let go of. opinions about stuff, mostly. so i know it's been good. and i'm thankful, in a strange way. but in the end, i wish so much that things were different. but i guess, we broke up. 

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

(ph: raquel welch)

just a regular sunday, spent with my nose in a book, eating a bowl of vegetable soup. it's snowing like crazy outside, and i'm glad i don't have to go anywhere. i don't want classes to start just yet, but they are unavoidable. nevada soon?

journey - faithfully 

with a noose she could hang from the sun

(ph:?)

writing an essay proposal on korean confucianism and preparing a presentation on anti-nazi propagandist artist, john heartfield. i guess this semester's classes turned out more interesting than i expected. i'm a fan of surprises such as this. on another note, i am waiting for snow. toronto tends to chase the snow clouds away, and i really wish they'd stay.

this morning, i made cinnamon rolls for breakfast.

beck - girl

don't make a scene, dear

 (ph: ?)

unfortunately took a nap after work, and now i can't sleep. staying up late drawing, and watching interview with the vampire until sleep takes me over.

happy birthday, tye-dye zombie killer.

kings of leon - beautiful war

dancing on wire, both ends are on fire

(ph: stephen würth, ghost town)

i want to disappear to the desert for a little bit. i think an adventure is in order. 

(ph: stephen würth, ghost town)

i need to start reading again. anything other than articles written by stuffy art historians, or rosalind krauss.

freeland - borderline 

get by or you're a goner

(ph: ?)

my sleeping schedule is totally not happening. what started this? oh yeah. that night i decided to quit being so antisocial and go party in a basement with a bunch of ocad hooligans and my sister. that snowballed into me reading an entire book until four in the morning, and watching audrey hepburn steal a million until the sun came up. some drawing was also involved. tonight, it's just me and leonard cohen. 

leonard cohen - famous blue raincoat