Toronto Zoooo

I went to the ZOO today! Click on the tree snake to see some of what I saw.

Happy 'Terrible Two', Llama Drama!

In light of Llama Drama's anniversary, last night I went with Rory down to Oakville Place and procured myself a version of jenga. I say version because it's the 'truth or dare' one. I would've gotten original but they didn't have any. Today I had a break between 3D and 2D, so Rory and I set up near residence and we had a few games. We tried to do it outside; I really wanted to play outside. Alas, the wind made it impossible.

Anyway, I'm going to do some homework. My tributes to the Llamablog, it has stood long and prospered well these past two years.

Chalk is full of Calcium

Bite the chalk in your frustration,
Blow the dust on your trepidation.
Feel it coagulate in pasty glory,
Grit your teeth to save the story.

I'll love ya, tomorrow

Tomorrow is Llama Drama's second anniversary! Put mascara on the spines of a bur, eat pomegranates until you puke red, or spin in the grass with your arms spread wide while you stare at the sky. I'll be at school most of the day, but I plan on doing something rather impetuous in the morning to commemorate the special day.

I wish I had brought the sidewalk chalk Renee Yanko gave to me as a going away present. Oh well, I'll have to be even more creative about it come th'morrow.

I love you all! 'See ya in my dreams tonight, dearest readers.
Your Savage

Lost, but too Lazy to notice.

We got Lost together. We were too Lazy to realize that if we paid attention, we would know exactly where we were. There was a lot To Do but we were too busy being Lost to care. Another Season awaits us (falling leaves, dying butterflies, and falling snow), but we reserve that for Another Night. The Season takes longer to Change than over one simple night, so we reserve it for other nights; Dawning Nights when we will get Lost again.

"Kuscheln löst alles!"

We're only lonely if we choose to be.

He gave me an ebony acorn. I'd never seen one that color before. His name reminded me of a lion and his hooded eyes were reminiscent of a friend back home. We painted, we drafted, and we drew together. I felt naked because he saw my raw ability with its current limitations. But it was an exposure that felt comfortable and correct. His laughter was sincere and its sound resonated with the clarity of goat's hooves on smooth stone. He laughed readily at people's jokes in class. It made them feel witty. It made me happy.

We played hackysac together. It was nearly dusk. Spittle of rain evaporated instantly on our hot flesh and the cool cement. Those eyes of his; electric-blue, like a cool gray cloud alight with lightning, so sauve, so surreal... I wish I could paint them seventy-two ways and draw them four times each Tuesday until I captured their geniality. His hooded eyes reminded me of a friend back home. I wanted to see more of his work, so he could feel as exposed as I was; 'so he could feel how comfortable and correct it was to share something so raw and intimate with another person.

I need another vultimitamin.

Holy carpfish!

Oh my God... Evan's turned into Octopuskins!

I'm in love with the collective human race.

Between the lines, he said to me, the oaks would shed their acorns and the maples would lose their leaves but he'd always, always be here for me. I turned my eyes up into his and fell into their multi-faceted sensuality. I lost my breath but my heart remained whole. He was more than a person to me. He was more than human. In fact, he wasn't human at all.

Here, where the brand names are dissimilar and where broad-winged birds of prey soar high above city-bound highways, I've tasted a life within a life. Each smile lifts my lips and I bare my teeth. I react lethargically because of this cultural vertigo. A breeze of anonymous faces fills my heart with anticipatory joy. I'm ready for you. You acknowledge my readiness by swallowing me whole.

We're consummated in this precarious situation. We're not alone as we suspected, no. Not here, not now when there are so many new and different eyes to fall into.

I'm not lonely, not with this thriving throng of human wildlife pulsing around me; it paces and smiles, laughs and sings, draws and falls... falls for aspects of me, while I in turn, fall desperately in love with all that it is. I'm so in love I can't contain myself, so I laugh aloud. They turn their eyes towards me and I find myself falling into their multi-faceted hue again.

You're brown eyes are so alive. You're so alive. I'm alive in you.

Flat, Dull Smiles Warm a Wary Heart

Sometimes I feel like a hideous person. I smile broadly while the world continues to frown. I can't help but laugh as the world heaves excruciating sighs. I'm not laughing at the world, I'm laughing with its occupants. These beautiful people that populate this sad world... I can't help but love them. It's hard to consider the world itself will never be affected by even my largest smiles, but it becomes easier when I notice it shine in the creased eyes of someone smiling back at me.

I begin the day with tea and a shower. In two hours, I'll meet the people whom I'll spend the majority of the next five years with. Is little Arwen nervous?

For the first time in a long time... yes.

I'm an Oakvillian.

Yes, I'm here! I'm alive! And it's good to be that way! Click the picture to get to my album where you'll find... my life as it is now. Heh.



I love everything so much it hurts.

Adventure ho!

Jesse McGibney illustrates his and my valiant departure to Sheridan. Oh, what exuberant escapades shall ensue come those mighty days when we shall face each day with the warrioresque eyes of our illustrator spirits!

What a brilliantly preceptive artist to've captured both of our odd personalities so well. Heh.

< /end post of no particular merit >

Evil Sensitivity

Beauty has claimed the beast as he sits, nestled in the knotted tendrils of a spider's web. A superfluous breeze ducks through the flowers as they whisper to one another in their violet, quinacrydon, and cerulean tones. Here the Virgin bows her blue-swaddled head over a fire burning hot.

"What a demonic sight."
"Is this sacrilegious? It makes me uncomfortable anyway."
"It costs twenty ducks."
"Are you making a profit?"
"You give the impression that you're lacking confidence by making conversation with inquiries, you know."
"I'll be all right, I swear to God."
I laughed. We both knew people only swore on something when they tried to convince others of their lies. I told you I knew and that I loved you.
"Are you serious," you asked. You looked so timid and eager. I wanted to hold you.
I swore to God that it was true.