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I want these. So much!! If I sell my Freddie Mercury painting, I am seriously buying them. It's funny how I'm still mourning the loss of my wonderous shoe collection which I stupidly piled into a garbage bag in order to move, and of course they were overlooked or thrown out or whatever. Doesn't help that a 50 year old hippie helped me move in his old hippie van and we stopped at his condo and got drunk on homemade red wine looking at pictures of his trip to Japan until 3:30 in the morning. Goddamnit.

Work soon, must leave, one day I will be rich, it's in my name, love love,

Cash

It's cathartic to release my demonic visions to art and be praised for it; the generation of capital is alright as well. I just stocked up on hella paints, the colours that I remembered Jay Senetchko taught me about, I painted my first oil portrait with his guidance, www.jaysenetchko.ca, please go there and worship his mad skill, totally the most radical person, I was in love with him and his downtown Vancouver converted factory space loft apartment. So much so that I drank a lot of wine one night with my other oil painting classmates and played a song for him on guitar. Which never happens. Such a rad dude. Paying like 17 grand for tuition at that film school was almost worth meeting all of those cool people. Yay for debt! At least it's not as taboo anymore. When I get paid, its basically like I get paid only a few hundred, enough to eat and maybe buy a new pair of underwear. HA. It's kinda fun. I don't mind being hella in the negatives. I still have tangible positives. Like my art room!!! Which is actually Matt's and my office, but we haven't a desk in there yet. So right now it is home to our posters and drawings and my easels and paints and knitting and fabric scraps and jewelry making stuff. There is a god damn life size cardboard cutout of Don Cherry in there pointing, and every time I walk in there I jump out of my skin. It's invigorating. Anyway, time to go paint with my Burnt Sienna, Burnt Umber, Cobalt Blue, Aquamarine Blue, Yellow Ocher, Alizerin Crimson, and Raw Sienna. And Titanium White. Going to finally try my hand at a Freddie Mercury portrait. I want to host a life drawing class. We need someone who's willing to get naked!! I could be a good instructor. Looking At Naked People 101.

Luvs and other indoor sporting activities,

Chel

Friday night. Boyfriend out. Drawing pictures, painting my nails. Bath. Listening to this rad online radio thing this dude Dane showed me. somafm.com. Basically, love it. I think it's safe to say. I have heard a decent cover of Teardrop tonight which hella amped me in a way that only the anticipation of stirring electronic grooves can. It's actually gnarled beyond measure hearing some new music, let's quit living in the early 2000's, fuck around. This is the spage age. Time is at like, 7 x 10^-(1/3x1/2) quantitative time measures per second, as opposed to the exponentially slower 1970's. I think I just had an anti-breakthrough there. Anyway, I like hearing radio where Zero 7 is regularly played. And the commercial dude has a nice voice and only talks for like 10 seconds every long while. Today Jenna laughed for like 5 minutes when she read the email I sent her asking if she smelled fart. I kinda want to read about quantum physics now.

Easily yours (in exchange for highly valued goods and/or services),

Chelsea

I was watching the Spring Summer 09 show today and the entire thing was like exponential space age retro, heavy and metallic while also light and liquid. The juxtaposition worked on so many levels, like colour, material, structure, era. There was one tailored yet flowy knee length dress that had thin dark greenish gold and black striping, a thick intricate black belt which looked more like a sash, and this lovely vivid green/turquoise/gold/black sleevless top that looked to have a texture of fine beading. I wanted to cry looking at it. I felt jealous of the model that got to wear it for about 5 minutes! I just want to find the material and make one for myself, you know, or find the 38,000 dollars to buy it. or maybe 380,000? I have no idea what coture goes for these days. But Marc Jacobs always presented himself with an aire of affordability in my mind. The other peices were just as delectable. The entire collection looked like a decadent indulgence of the millenia without guit. I loved it. The next time I buy an overpriced but beautiful bag, it's going to be Marc Jacobs. Especially since my Chanel has been retired for about a year now, and a replacement is necessary. She served me well.

Cash

AKA

Fuxyslot

"You just told me that, not more than 5 minutes ago"
"Yeah, but you didn't remember until I just told you."
>.<

I can still go to Japan! Revelations! I mean this in terms of Japan sitting there and hopefully not going anywhere from now until the time that I am prepared to visit. While on topic of Japan, I am buying a Fugitsu compy-tomp soon, a tablet PC, cuz f regular tablets right in the ga. It will be dopamine to draw with. I bought two books today; one, something to do with existentialism, and two, something to do with the millenium and what the hell the last little while means or whatnot.. Purchased from the anarchy book store! Which is a great place. My newest piece is hanging in there right now. Kinda neat I suppose, I put the price at 500 bones. I don't really want or need it to sell though. I really like this one, it's called "Dallas".

Anyway, time for reading and trying to get better. Have the worst flu i've suffered in years. At least I got it the morning my mom and dad left to go home! Best visit ever. My dad was totally stoked They bought me pearl jewelery. ^___^

cash /end post

So, my mom and dad are coming to Victoria next weekend! Short notice, right? Yes. But I'm happy. They have never been here before, so it will be fun to show them how nice it is here. Especially when it's still sort of summery. I can't remember when the weather gets rainy or cold or damp or whatever it does. Last year seems like a blur. Sort of a bad blur, but also refreshing at the same time. Refreshingly bad? I guess it comes with the territory. Like drinking a Powerade thats been sitting on your coffee table for 2 weeks and you are not sure of from where it has come. Regardless, I'm excited. I'll have to Magic Eraser the walls.

I like the little VOX message at the top of this page. It makes me happy when I come here, It's always like, [MUSIC Is GOOD] or [ENTERTAINMENT IS GOOD] or [SOME OTHER AWESOME THING IS GOOD]. That's a pretty good random message, I'm always like, "Yeah! That IS good.". I feel I am probably rambling now. Oh yes, in other news, friend Greg just confessed that during my canceled Japan trip that was supposed to take place in January, he was going to pull a red pill or blue pill Matrix on me during my birthday, and essentially help me move there, by getting me a job with Sega and so forth. Pretty heavy to process this now in August. But it happens. I stayed here and didn't go to Japan because it didn't seem right. Also I was just moving in with my boyfriend, and I had just moved to Victoria, and blah blah blah, yadda yadda.

Don't know what to think. I like life here though. And I like my job. And I like my house, and I have a lot of worries, but being here kind of balances it all with goodness.

I think I am going through a blog -entry phase? We'll see how long this lasts this time. I will wager no more than 1 week before I lose interest.

Write Later,
Cash

Peanut butter sandwiches and running home to go pee in the middle of the night on a Monday. So awesome, rigrht? Little do you know other than the jam seeping from the edges of my tasty treat. I I were on big brother  I would have loved the peanut butter and jelly punishment they had to endure.
I ran for so long today, it was fun because I was drunk. Did you know you'll live 5 years longer if you drink half a glass of wine a day? This is true, according to a Sweedish 40 year long study. That might be cool. I always get purple lips when I drink red wine. Wolf Blass is best. My first flip cell phone had a Wolf Blass sticker on it, that got stolen. Good night tonight, beers. Then walk to Soapies, more beere? Some dude named Frank. He wanted jokes. He touched my friend Aaron's hair a lot,
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Now must go to bed, tomorrow awaits.

PS> I made my tag today. Coming soon to a lightpole near you.

Red sparkling body of water, with 5000 foot white geyser formations breaking along the horizon through the mist. She was sitting up on part of the turquoise rocks at the base of the shimmering cliff watching the land beneath the bottomless water explode, The soul-less black-rubber man with three thick glass holes for a face swam toward my sister. A diversion, a fog of mist so thick with a crack of thunder so large it felt like time itself was being torn by the hand of another dimension. She was able to wade screaming through the turbulent waters, shallow here and made tolerant by the unseen presence of a great dense living mesh of coral. Splashing, she screamed, and I screamed at her to come faster, as both the imminent danger of the alarming escalation of environment as well as the foes within were justification for reckless panic. The soul-less black-rubber man with the glass holes for a face is taking the life of another, the victims body walking stiffly across the rocks, void of everything but the external.
She reaches us, we run.
Up the sidewalk, through the trees, the island was once a ruthless jungle, hacked down and reformatted by a group of extraterrestrial voyagers extruding products of the internal, which were nothing short of as beautiful as it once was here.
We run, nightfall has come, The trees blue now and plastic with the absence of natural light.
The soul-less black-rubber man is calmly walking behind us, his body far away and small but visible when illuminated sharply by the periodic intervals of bright halogen street lamps. I shudder in fear.
Our colleague knows the answer, a home with it's basement door already open welcomes and beckons from across a dewy lush grass. We enter, and the boy there advises us to be with the others. The door is closed behind us, a large door made of thick intertwined black opalescent crystal. Upstairs, the others already have the dark blue woolen strings we must don for an unexplained reason. We are ushered upstairs and through the door, candles lit and prayers for the tortured uttered.
Into the street again, with no sight of the soul-less, black-rubber man.  

you always knew
it was me not you
i followed here

and i used your eyes
to see my life
and follow through

your ears could hear my heart
beating through
beating for you
beating for you

and i used your mind
to build mine
salient and kind
salient and kind
salient and kind

now we're marred
the years are scars
the minutes are yards
and giving isn't new
giving is not new

but me
i always knew
i'd have to give you
what you cannot have

can't i still know you
can i still know you

yay file sharing. yay tons of new music and yay new touchytomp prize from work.

I don't need you anymore
I'm okay and I am sure
I don't need you anymore
Yeah I'm okay, I'm reassured

And I don't need you not today
I promise I'll call I promise I'll say
I don't need you not to stay
And if you ever need me I'll reciprocate

Your shoulders in my pocket
Speed dial No. 2
See when I need you
See when I don't
See when I don't

Do you need me, I am here
Can you ask, can you be clear
Yes you need me, I appear
Now you are me, I am here

My shoulders in your pocket
Speed dial No. 2
Call it when you need me
See when I don't
See when I don't

Call me when you need me
Just call me when you need me

Call me when you need me
See when I don't

More later; i have things to do, like the drawing of naked cats squatting over heaters--  and such of the like.

(c)ash