gleaming pretty things.

im so glad that while the whole world is sedated by the latest news on lindzy lohan, the amarican government is passing yet another bill that leads us one step closer to the death of democracy. call it noble, call it fighting for freedom, but some where some one's loosing their rights so that americans can sleep a little better at night. Are we really so nullified and dazzled by the sparkleing tits of hollywood that we cant take the time to pay attention to something other than wondering if jesica simpsons left boob is perkier than her right one?

it makes me sick to think that we are as people are letting the idea of freedom slip through the cracks and become a technicality. Who wants freedom when it means that your ideas can cause you to be detained with out trial or explanation, weather your are an american citizen or not...? i sure dont.

If by freedom you ment that you have the choice of shopping at wal-mart or zellers, buying 2 ply or 1 ply... sketchers or nikes... well then thats what you've got folks. it saddens me to think that the first step to world peace always seems to start with dropping bombs on some one else's home. No matter weather the motives were right or wrong... this is all starting to sound a little more like a George Orwell novel every day. Bring out the new speak, lets re-write the text books, and ration the gin. Are we really such an easy lay? did george bush come in the night flip us over and say take it or did we ask for this? i dont know, but i feel like we've got fucked and im not sure how it happend.

yet, what can we do when 96 percent of the population could tell you more about last nights episode of prison break than they could about very world we live in? perhaps i should sedate myself with pop culture and join the masses. i will put on my j-lo track suit and march to my ruin mesmerized by the high gloss shine of janet jacksons new escalade.

today was a good day. i feel like although i did not get alot done i lived the sorta day that i was ment to live... like... it was funny... i felt like some how i woke up and my life was what i had some how imagined it would be in some day dream about when i was older... im sure i had nicer clothes but im pretty sure it sorta just felt like it was right...

well i guess it started with going to a show last night, and then i woke up and i went to art history, and fed my mind. went over our in class essay for next week, and then walked to starbucks where i had some coffee did some reading, and some people watching, and then wrote a letter. i was really just killing time and skipping drawing class (which i feel bad for) but i was waiting for jody to call me back with their address becuase i lost it... and then she called me to tell me how to get to their new apartment and i left and went to their place. i drove through the dimly light evening streets of the down town and parked my car and ran across the glittering wet street, to their place. we sat around and laughed and talked waiting for the rest of the people who would shoot the party scene in nathan and jeffs movie, and they were all going to be late so we shot some of the other scenes before they got there... and i went out to do laundry for a while with jody, and then we came back and shot the party scene and drank coolers and pretty much just had a mini house party infront of a camera ha ha ha... it was funny... and depending on how it goes it might be shown at the edmonton film festival next year, and we are goign to have a screening of it for all of our friends and other people who want to know about it in the new year sometime... and i finished a painting that i did of a like floating forest... which was fun.

it was like... people i love and things i love all day and it made me genuinely happy... you know? im sure you do...

with these things there's no telling we'll just have to wait and see... but i'd rather be working for a pay check than be waiting to win the lottery

oh.. oh.. oh can i just say that football will never be interesting to me... yeah thats right... i will never like football... even during the greycup... even during the superbowl... im not a football girl... so there. then can i also just stated that girls who act all like OHHHH! OHH! what was that call?!?! Give me a break!!... you suck ref!!!... come on team and really dont do a genuinely convicing job of the acting game... are lame... thats right... they are lame... if you dont like football tell your boyfriend you dont like it and move on... he will get over it... he doesnt like painting his nails and talking about weather josh hartnet or jake gyllenhall is hotter... well at least we hope he doesnt... but who knows...

so this one such girl was doing just this today as i sat in the cold alberta wind and tryed to read my new issues of NYLON and The Newyorker, while wondering when this stupid game would be over and when she was going to SHUT UP!!! seriously i tried to get over it i tryed to block it out with happy thoughts... but it just wouldnt go... there was no use... why do girls who dont know how to yell or even bellow anything that sounds intimidating attpemt to use their high pitched mouse squeak of a squealing voice to curse out a ref... I DONT KNOW maybe some one could explain it to my huge migrane of a head acke that came half from the freezing wind that gave me a chill and half from her waspish, repulisive, and petulant shreeking...