Scenic Route

Monday, February 27, 2006

I'm sketchy at best ;)

Hey. A new layout. I'm partially procrastinating on an essay due Wednesday. But I also feel like I'm changing a lot as a person, so likely within the next little while my blog'll be changing too.

I have a few more ideas to add to this current layout. So we'll see how it goes over the next little while. Between term-projects I'll squeeze some time in here for fun.

02/28: So I scavenged. I think I got the gist of the links I had before. If I missed you, throw a brick at my head and when I recover consciousness I'll happily oblige. :) This layout is growing on me. I'll probably leave it like this for a while. We'll see...

now arwen-slave, ESSAY.

...The hypocritical statements combined with a contradictory self-pitying sacrificial revolutionist embellish on the ironic motif. It emphasizes how people comply eagerly to a governing organization, ignoring their conscience to the extent that they fail to acknowledge the shame in disregarding morality... ohmygodi'mboring.

When Resignation Rocks

Through these transparent eyes of mine,
I see a vision of melted flesh and resignation.
Excited to palpitations; we're a singular being.
We amount to the same successes,
We're acquainted with the same choices.
We all accumulate the same desires,
And inevitably fall prey to God's devices.
Even under these circumstances,
I'll always be happy in this existence.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Wherever I go, I'm Arwen.

Applying to Sheridan and preparing to move away (potentially far, far away) from the house I've been born into and have never moved out of puts a lot of things into perspective, especially in regards to who I am as a person. Soon I won't have the security blanket of 'home' anymore. In a lot of ways that's terribly exhilarating and unbearably overwhelming. Most of the time when I reflect on it, I feel like I'm five years old anticipating Christmas day. Even better, getting into Sheridan would be the epitome of my desires. I thought about it, and there's nothing in the world I want more right now. I don't care to meet any famous people, visit any exotic places, or to win billions of dollars. Those things are utterly static and insignificant to me. If I get into Sheridan and the Trafalgar residence, I'll be as happy as anyone who won a billion-dollar lottery, travelled the world, ate with their favourite television icon and to top it all off finished the day with life-altering sex. Actually... I'll be happier than any material satisfaction you could possibly imagine.

I hope I'm capable of perpetuating this desire for non-material related goals in the future. In a few ways it's not incredibly safe to want anything as passionately as this. I'll be disappointed if I don't get accepted, but I haven't excluded that as a possibility. I have a plan C, if Sheridan (plan A) and ACAD (plan B) both don't work out.

Challenge to me is like that unattainable girl I hear guys talking about. She's so beautiful, charming and compatible with you that it's hard not to jump her bones every time you come in contact with her. To me, the unattainable girl is Challenge, and I adore her because of that high I get from being around her. I know I'll never be able to fully conquer her, because she'll always be challenging me. Since Sheridan is a very reputable school and is difficult to get into, this entire process has me on a constant high.

It's times like this when I really realize why I'm alive... and it feels fucking good to be Arwen sometimes.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Hiyo, Elyse-o.

Addition to my links: Basis For Ill Fame. My treasured lover Elyse is a marvelous writer. Maybe someday if you are able to charm her, she will write courtly love poetry for you too. But I doubt it!

So go smother her with obscene mandates of unparalleled praise, or else I'll hound you with a water pistol until you weep for your doleful life.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Best. Sex. EVER.

My mom took me out to a show tonight. It fucking OWNED. It's too late and my keyboard is too loud for me to report much more than... I FUCKING LOVE GOGOL BORDELLO. (Set, sound, unity... SDFKAWELLACKFKDLFS!)

A taste until I have time to show you some'mo:



Next morning...
Ears: still ringing
Sense of wonderment: IN TACT.

My midterm is an hour from now. I have to get ready for the bus, so I'll deliver detailssss laterrrr m'dears. :}

Following afternoon...
So where to begin... heh. I hadn't heard of Gogol Bordello until my mom called yesterday afternoon and told me she was going to their show at Louis that night. I asked a few questions about them and decided to go. Gypsy punk? Sounds fun! IT FUCKING WAS! The first band played as a 'warm-up', a warm up in what way? Puking on my feet? It was hilarious. Mom butchered them the entire time they were on stage, muttering to me about how they sucked. Someone beside us yelled 'You rock!', she leaned over and laughed, 'Don't encourage them!' Oh mommy! You goosely one!

Then... Gogol Borrrrdello.















The two chicks in the band were hot. The music was GREAT. It's been ages since music has moved me so much that I become absorbed in it at a show. A little while ago I began to wonder why I even joined the music scene, but last night was like a personal resurrection. It was so envirogating! I was literally shaking when we left. I couldn't stop making excited grunting/squealing noises in the car on the way home. My mom and I have matching bunny hugs and we both bought CDs too. YAY!

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Max n' I.

I found an old picture of me from high school (grade ten/eleven?) where I'm holding Max. This made me really happy. See, I'll hold him and he'll go floppy and just hang like he lost all bone matter. It's as if I make him melt. Overall this picture brings back wonderful high school memories. I don't miss it, but I definitely had my share of fun back then and I'll never forget or regret it.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Fur-lined Petunias!

Bean-flavored magentas
Illogistic tendencies
Corn-texture gel with
Sanitized jellied-beans!

Cement-flavored mauve
Chagrin sensitive mollusks
Long-nailed canoes with
Porcupine tree-horns!

Welcome to Arwenism ¿

Berry-flavored discretions
Burnt Perry boats turned sour
June-bugs at half a dozen with
Apologetic platitude-oranges!

Bear-flavored tournaments
Intricate tea packets soaring
Balled-point pens beige on Tuesdays with
A cornucopia full of double-set grins!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Proven Guarantee

Part of me will always like Disney movies. I will also continue to laugh inanely, wear wife-beaters, drink gallons of tea daily, and smile at you with a grin that tells you for that moment you're the only important, funny and interesting person in my life. I will always enjoy learning. I will continue to care for people who have moved away, no matter how long ago or how far away (I still remember and reminisce about my best friend from grade one). I will feel passion about art probably even after I die. And while I'm alive I will persevere... no matter the circumstances, I refuse to succumb to pacifism and pessimism. I will always, always, always fight to be assertive and optimistic.

I will always be Arwen and I guarantee (or your money back) you can depend on that.