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The Writings of a Wandering Gypsy

***WARNING*** All entries contain varying degrees of craziness.

12/16/08 11:44 pm - Ukuleles Are THE Answer

Well, so I have one final left. And tonight and tomorrow, and until 2pm the next day to study for it. Biochemistry if you were wondering. I haven't posted in a while, so I should probably post some such nonsense like I what I learned this semester, but nah.

I can post some realizations I've come to in the last 32 hours, that sounds like fun.

1) I love the ukulele and now I feel even worse about tripping and breaking one in grade 4. Thank Goddess for a mechanical father and wood glue.

2) I love it when Israel Kamakawiwo'ole plays the ukulele, and Julia Nunes plays the ukulele, and some dude name Wade. I've discovered them all in one day, it must be fate. I am destined to either play or turn into a ukulele.

3) Sitting in a chair and studying for over 6 hours causes back spasms.

4) Biochemistry is really dry and a lot of memorizing stuffs, but after taking this course I'm surprised the body works at all. I believe a ukulele has something to do with the whole thing, I must write that down and remember it for my exam.

5) Little hats and coconuts are hilarious. Especially when coconuts are wearing little hats.

Well, that's it. I think. Errrrr... Ya. I'm going to go study some more. Peace.

EDIT: I just re-read this. There may be some confusion. My father is A MECHANIC. He is not mechanical! He is not made of gears, wire and bits of metal. Just needed to clarify.

10/19/08 12:42 pm - Bugs may have it right.

WARNING: CONTAINS POLITICAL CONTENT

Well, our election day is long past. And the good ol' U. S. of A.'s is soon approaching. I've been reading a lot in the newspaper after our Northern election and some disturbing facts have surfaced.

It was the lowest vote turn out in the history of Canada, which is strange considering the turmoil out there now: the economy failing, the wars in the Middle East, Russia invading neighboring countries, China rising to be soon one of the major power players in the world and not to mention the gag being put on scientists not allowing them to make public their findings without government consent.

Now a lot of letters to the editor have been calling these people, lazy, ignorant, and even jeering them that if they are looking for polling stations on November 4th, don't bother.

I think we need to step back for a moment and think about what this actually means. Perhaps these people actively made a choice NOT to vote. Now I know a lot of people thinking this decisions isn't actually a decision at all, but I support it. All election candidates seems to blur together into the same sea of mistrust and broken promises, and maybe these people didn't have a candidate in their electoral region they liked. I think not voting for someone is better than voting for someone that you don't really like or support and flooding the election polls with votes that aren't really votes at all but just a feel good mark on a paper that say, "I voted. I did my duty."

Now not everyone falls in this category. Some people couldn't vote. It seems to be harder and harder to vote. I tried but my mail election ballot was sent to me ON the day it was supposed to be IN OTTAWA. Thanks Federal election. And some people couldn't make it to the polls, and the fact is was after Thanksgiving means maybe a lot of people were away from their homes.

What I really see in some of this low vote turn out is hopelessness. People don't feel like they are in control anymore. No matter who they vote for and the promises that are made are never kept.

Now I think that voters and nonvoters alike need to step back and think about what these numbers actually mean, and stop pointing fingers at each other.

Personally I think it is time that the People take care of the People. I don't think a little mark on a piece of paper is going to change what is happening. Personal habits, mental habits, lifestyle changes and an active part in our world, because it is OUR world need to take place.

~shrugs~ I could be spouting utter nonsense, and maybe it is just a ploy to get away from studying bugs, either way I think it is something we all need to think about.

Speaking of bugs, maybe we could learn something from them. They have been around a Hell of a lot longer than us, and maybe even surpass us.

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"My Dear Country" - Nora Jones

'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out,
And everywhere they'd go, they shout,
And though I covered my eyes I knew,
They'd go away.

But fear's the only thing I saw,
And three days later 'twas clear to all,
That nothing is as scary as election day.

But the day after is darker,
And darker and darker it goes,
Who knows, maybe the plans will change,
Who knows, maybe he's not deranged.

The news men know what they know, but they,
Know even less than what they say,
And I don't know who I can trust,
For they come what may.

'cause we believed in our candidate,
But even more it's the one we hate,
I needed someone I could shake,
On election day.

But the day after is darker,
And deeper and deeper we go,
Who knows, maybe it's all a dream,
Who knows if I'll wake up and scream.

I love the things that you've given me,
I cherish you my dear country,
But sometimes I don't understand,
The way we play.

I love the things that you've given me,
And most of all that I am free,
To have a song that I can sing,
On election day.

10/17/08 12:03 am - And I Didn't Even Use Protection

I was feeling really depressed last night so I slept with my blind open. For some odd reason I felt better and slept quite well. I think I'm going to sleep with The City more often.

Actually I think I'm going to sleep with The City tonight.

It comforts me somehow.

10/7/08 10:43 pm - It almost had me, almost.

I had to leave my cell phone at home today.

You might not think that is a big deal, but it turned into one.

I used to be one of those people that hated cell phones. Hated the people who were on them all the time, texting while in line, talking on the phone while walking their dog, checking their mail while on the bus, and I was starting to turn into one of them.

I had my first real university exam today. I was nervous and surprisingly excited. I was out to prove to myself that I can do big university. But there was one catch, “NO CELL PHONES. ABSOLUTELY NO CELL PHONES”. I guess because too many people have used them take pictures of exams for the family photo album.

I hadn’t realized how much my cell phone had become my security blanket. Its presence gave me the disillusion of safety, but took so much more away. I took it with me everywhere, like a 3-year-old dragging around their blanket.

I was dreading this day for days. Not because of the exam, because I had to go the WHOLE day without my cell phone. Really truly alone for the first time in this concrete jungle.

The first few hours were Hell. My hand kept twitching checking my pocket, thinking it was there. I wanted to talk to anyone, text anyone. But, my withdrawals slowly passed and it was then I realized how dependant I had become on that piece of technology, and as more hours passed I realized how much better I felt without it.

Reality became more vivid around me. I watched a squirrel and laughed as it carted around a piece of fluff, made eye contact with a man doing the same. Smiled at a pigeon that practically stepped on my foot… Ran from a wasp that decided to take over my study space outside. I almost yelled at a tall man that was walking straight toward a barrier to keep traffic out of the university street, started laughing when he just stepped over it. (It was as high as my waist.)

I wrote the exam and took a taxi home, and that’s when the best part happened. I usually take the train home, but it was late and dark and I didn’t want to walk the five city blocks from the station home. So as the taxi crossed the bridge and I saw where I actually lived it took my breath away, behind the great river were tall skyscrapers with lights that look like little blue jewels against a black background.

My cell phone will be turned off more.

10/6/08 06:41 pm - Writer's Block: Eat Your Vegetables

The fall harvest is showing up in markets now, including many of the green vegetables children find so disgusting and yet are forced to eat. What is the most disgusting thing you’ve eaten, either by choice or against your will?


I drank fish tank water, from a tank that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months... It was a dare.

But I ran to the bathroom to gag up the water and it ended up all over the person's toothbrush who dared me to drink it in the first place.

A happy ending.

10/5/08 08:07 pm - In the heart of the city...

I'm watching the rain fall on the city's streets five stories below me. Listening to Phantom of the Opera, the roaring of airplanes, and the screaming of sirens. The city is gorgeous when it's gloomy and dark, maybe people are the same way.

That's enough self indulgence, exams wait for no man. Or woman.

9/27/08 06:19 pm - Wait Tables and Forget

I bought Diner Dash for the computer after wandering around Future Shop for an hour. I've had a terrible day, and I need some mind numbing fun. I hope this game will do the trick.

9/27/08 12:12 pm

I've just found out, we've lost another one.


I'm happy you are without pain and with Uncle Al now. I miss you already. RIP Auntie Grace.




That's all I can write, the screen is blurry with tears.

9/23/08 09:57 pm - SS. Don`t let it happen to you.

Well everybody, Sabrina has done it again. Earlier today, while I was chopping up vegetables for my stir fry, I was thinking about how I was going to post in my LJ about the wondrous vegetable that is celery. Talk about its versatility and fresh, crisp, delicious taste. As nice as it would be to post about celery, I have to post about SS, or more well known as Sabrina’s Stupidity.

This story starts about three weeks ago, actually this story starts four months ago. In April I moved back home from school and my sister and I started sharing everything. Makeup, hair elastics and hair product! So, three weeks ago when I moved to my new university I had half of all my toiletries to buy, after the ruthless split of all our shared items. One of the things I had to purchase was hair gel.

I’m not a fussy girl. I don’t spend hours on my hair. All I do is I put a little gel in it after I shower and let it air dry. So you can imagine my upset when I was doing my first big shopping trip for my new apartment when I could not for the life of me find hair gel. I should mention, to try save some face, that this shopping trip was rushed. That morning I had moved into my new apartment, in the afternoon I had to do shopping and that late afternoon I was driving out to the province’s over capital city. I finally found hair gel, the cheap bottled kind, and threw it into the cart, never to think about it again, or so I thought.

I keep all my toiletries in a basket, so I don’t upset my roommate with stuff all over the counter. I don’t even take my gel out of the basket when I use it, I just pump pump pump the gel into my hand and put it in my hair. I don’t know what possessed me today to take the bottle out and read it, but I did, after I put it in my hair for the… 21st time in three weeks.

I first read, “ALOE VERA GEL”. Well yes, it is aloe vera gel, a nifty cheap brand. I read a little farther, “Sooths minor burns and scrapes.” Uh oh. I turned it over, “Body Zone Aloe vera gel helps to relieve sunburn pain. It also helps to prevent drying & peeling and aids in the healing and restoring of moisture to damaged skin. It soothes the irritation of burns, scrapes and most minor skin irritations.”

All I have left to say is that I promptly washed my hair again, even though I had it in my hair for three weeks. If my roommate knew what it was she is going to think I have some sort of weird skin disease or burn myself all the time. I’m posting a picture so you out there can see how much of it I actually used. That’s all I have left to say, I’ve run out of words, and feel stunned by my own stupidity. Please, have mercy. (I couldn’t post the picture because my internet is slow, so I used about ¼ the bottle.)

9/19/08 10:56 pm - The Station

Do you ever have one of those moments where you are just highly aware of yourself in the world? One of those moments when you just feel your place in the world, and you are completely apart of the outside, instead of being so inwardly focused? I had one today.

I was walking down into the University Station of the LRT. (For those of you who don't know what the LRT is, it is like the subway.) There are usually people scattered through the hallways playing guitar and singing. Today there was an old woman playing violin. I really didn't think much of it as I walked past her, other than it was a little odd and she was quite good. I decided to take the shortcut, the steep stairs that go on forever unless you know the right door to get to the station area, instead of the three flights of escalators. I actually don't know when the stairs end, probably a restricted area. I was alone in the stairwell, and all I could hear was my own footfalls against the floor and the melody of the violin echoing off the walls and following me down the stairs. It was like electricity, I could see everything with such clarity. Edges seemed sharper, I could smell the mustiness of the thirty year old station.

The moment ended when I opened the door and the rush of indecipherable voices hit me like a wave from the waiting area. I love and fear those moments. I don't know if I'm just strange, or other people get them as well. Moments of crisp and clear reality.
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