Happiness is: Finding a Pencil

Pizza with sausage, telling the time...

These days have been strange

Laslo went to the Vet today & I think he's going to be alright. 

My Feline Friends. 

Chrimbo was Fantastic. 

Singing in a room with a piano - but not using the piano

"lets do Jingle Bell Rock" 

My best gift was the Candle from Helene & the Very thoughtful Broach from Mum.

"Me I want a Hoola Hoop" 

Not I.

Went to see Mike O'Brien, John Carroll & Trevor James at Elmdale Tavern last night.

Walked in a little early - just the musicians monching on some Newport Zza & us were in the room for a while: I doubt they were listening in. 

Talked to O'briens wannabe girlfriend in the Ladies. 

She wished she was something with him - He just seemed cold.

Ponytail Dance.

My camera broke the Night before the Night...so I think Im going to have to mise-en-scene somehow else. 

Also: Discovered yesterday that Jones Soda is ACTUALLY in the family of the founder of the legit Jones Soda...safe.

Who knows 2009? 

Moving from here tomorrow.

M is for: Merry Christmas

Christmas

written at 11:59 december 25th

Merry Christmas Interweb

Christmas Eve

Im beginning with this:

'Ouch'

Lazlo scratches & is costing me a lot of money cause of his ailing health. 

7.30: just in from singing at Christmas Eve Mass. 

Silent Night...

The Stars are Brightly Shining.

Now H-face and I are watching some old ComiColor Christmas Cartoons

then we'll follow with: 

The Grinch, 

Annabelles Wish, 

The Snowman

& 

Beauty & The Beast: Enchanted Christmas.

"there are some that see with the eyes in their head, and then there are some that see with the eyes of their heart" said the wiseman...

Tonight is a night about no-one but family.

Tomorrow is about birthing new self from scratch.

 

The Night

H This was taken for You.

The Night was more the early hours of tomorrow...

time. 

I need to know my favourite things.

favourite [minus] criteria

I don't buy her nonsense - any of the she's...

there are a few she's. 

I should like to know where this ends.

I think he's gone.

I know he's done.

The third is becoming a drag to see; Im ending it here.

This one's easing her way into a regard reminiscent of Joan Baez.

Lazlo Ladanyi

Tis the season to welcome animals into your home. 

H-face and I both received our new kittens, an endeavor that took a while - but all too worth it to have them fall asleep in our arms these past few nights. 

Named after a Holocaust survivor my little Lazlo. 

His oppression continues through all the scratches he has to endure from Mordecai...mind you I'm sure they'll recognize their shared cultural roots soon enough. 

lets hope. 

Missed my exam saturday morning and just wrote the thing an hour ago... It went better than expected. Blessing in disguise.

Sylvie Wisniewski is a Saint. 

ONE more left. 

Your name is woven into the floorplan, I can't step outside without seeing your face in windows

now you can share your stories with all the people I don't know

The snow will melt and uncover something else

just you wait.

Boy[s] you best get out of my head.

I'll only say once 

once

.

Lazlosokute

My Digs

 

Fleet Foxes Concert a Emporter; Sun Giant & Blue Ridge Mountain. Dig this.

blogoteque.net pour les autres. 

Crawl

Every kind of appeal. 

I want this. 

The Culmination

Happy Holidays Citizens of Ottawa : We're shutting down your Transportation.

Listening to the Radio Today, made the morning commute sound like a war-zone. saw 3 hitchhikers & way too many people driving alone. I hope the girl stranded in kanata got to her exam.

ESDLunch with Lyssa & Jerem today. Good eats. That was the only good part of wednesday. The remainders felt like the culmination of all things shit. 

no bus

cold feet

cold heart

no kitty

zam # 2

love minus zero.

"They suck worse than Joan Baez. I'd hang out with Joan ball-sucker for years, if i could erase them from existence, for you"

Thanks H-face.

Brown Trout Blues

I wonder why you like to be so good. 

I wonder if I'm doing the best I could 

I could be somewhere else,

I should be someone else

But you wouldn't know me 

If I was. - Johnny Flynn

Come walk with me through the snow, and then we'll eat some toast by the fireplace. 

If you bring your dark eyes I'll bring mine.

Glue Series:

Moses Collages

Glue & Hefty Cardboard make old magazine pictures more permanent. Girl Without a Face. 

Rosie: Savin' Face & Wastin' Time.

Hface & Moses are taking it Back to Basics, Back to the old B's. H, you know. I don't know why I ever abandoned...

 "Why don't you come out once and scream it?"  You Won't. I would - If you were still my problem, But you're not . And that's great. 

L is for: Love & Love & Love. Lotsa Love [for one, some for none].

"I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes: You'd know what a drag it is to see you."

This isn't evry'thing

Oh Christmas tree, How lovely are your branches. 

Hface decoration.

Woke up this morning with permanent marker on my chin: 

Its harder to forget when what you need to remember

is written on skin:

PenFaced

 Jays! Twilight.... Yeah. I got bit by the movie madness: I said I wasn't going to buy into it - technically I didn't cause I didn't even have enough in my bank account to pay for my ticket. Emcam flipped the bill though & I saw it. 

It was good.

Really Really Good. 

Im now waiting on that. 

Rock & Roll is going no further. 

Yeah. Im holding out for my kinda story.

Friday Folks

You / Me

Duo / Solo

Always Raining / Partly Cloudy

Some Nerve / Some Guts

Over it / Getting there.

Absolutely botched 'Zam Uno. Payed today: most of it has already said Goodbye.

Hooked 'em up with some lucky bamboo

H face & Jones Soda - come on already!

This ends now.

Catfight

Had Haiku Being held for me until this saturday; the time was ever so close! I'd been waiting for her over a month.

Albeit - I lost her last night to young crying boy who kept calling her "Toby" after his original cat Toby died 

a week ago...His mom corrected him by referring to Haiku as "Toby 2." I only wish I was there to tell them both that the kitten's name was Haiku - and it was a female, therefore perhaps at least choose a more gender appropriate/ambiguous name if you are going to take my cat thank you.

My eventual cat won't be named Haiku, new name necessary. 

It's been a month...& I'm the fool again. 

K is for: Klezmer 

9pm and listening to:

John Williams' Theme from Schindlers List preformed by Itzhak Pearlman 

              guiding me to sleep...

Stu//Dying

Escape Artist by Sam Taylor Wood. 

Stu/dying commences. My marks are holding me up somehow... I know I could do better than this. [If I'd have known those kisses couldn't get casual] Got my job transfer approved & things appear to be coming together. 

[hung out with the other one last night, and I think I like it better this way] 

Escape artist; this ends now. 

Brand New Key

La Nouvelle Chaise. C'est tout. 

NotSoKute

    Not anymore.

Church today for the first time in a few weeks. Went with sister - Church with her is the best kind. mainly cause I get to watch her draw pictures protesting the cult-tastic words of the mister Priest during his homily. Got Nanyamka & that gave me some sense of purpose in going to that place. 

"Augury? to be an exact science

with no satisfaction in it." 

I don't know what this is: 

But Im jealous of H & Jones Soda. 

Just saw a girl, run into the arms of a guy coming off the train.
She didn't want to - I could tell. I only think she did it, because the movies tell her she should...

I think I may be a little harsh on humanity sometimes.

Snow Continues

"Underneath the ice

Lies the frozen spirit of Bice

Green are her eyes, green her hair,

The spirit of Bice is winter's prisoner" Stevie Smith

The ice defeated both us and Bice. 

Worked 5am this morning, the shift mainly consisted of watching Dan make snowmen out the drive thru window accessorizing it with various Sbux paraphernalia. left leaving extremely joyous that the sun was out for my walk home... My footsteps echoed that of a little birdfriend's up my driveway:

1/2 bird friend  1/2 rosie

Didn't drink any caffeine this morning with the purposeful intention of taking a nap, which will begin shortly after this sentence. 

The Best Beast

Im in a fight against time here - so much to do & yet here I sit, still saying 'no' to it all. For now Time's winning.
Coffee and Chats by the fake fireplace was nice today, coffee hibernation is the best kind.
Finished the Moleskine today, another year's worth of words on those pages. Many of my favourite entries weren't even of myself;

Pages 1&2 of 4.

This poem is a Beast, tres long, but It's the Best Beast...

The mess in our room is beginning to look a lot like the mess in my mind. Jays.

1/2 H-face 1/2 Moses

Can someone explain how one's bedside table turns into such a catastrophe?

I'll clean later, for now I'm going to retreat into a warm cup of tea with sister.

I'll get there, I'll get there, I'll get there

K is for: Knitting & knots.

4th

Sitting in the library gazing at snowflakes and pictures of kitty kats when i hear..

Someone was having a seizure in the library row diagonal to me. Needless to say, this caused commotion all across the 4th floor. Bleeding from the mouth shaking, A girl held his head up while he cried to her... No competent words just wailing. 

I said a prayer, the Medicine man showed up and then everyone returned to their desks. 

The entire 4th floor wants to know that he ended up okay, we were all so concerned for the guy...

I'll say another prayer tonight. 

Wise eyes

Don't stay inside today, the delicate snow is far to marvelously beautiful to miss.

I couldn't help but to smile to myself today after the drudge through the sludge to the bus: An old lady sat at the front reading "Christmas Beginnings" through her vintage triple thick lenses, wearing a fuzzy green beret and emerald clip-on earrings. Something about watching her sit there enjoy her book with a wise grin on her face was somewhat like my Christmas Beginning to the snowy season. It brought me back to Christmas bazars in church basements and the like from 10 years ago... 

My outdoor endeavors today are being made even more elegant through the melodies of Final Fantasy that guide my cold feet across the icy pavements. There's a special something in each note that seems to bring out a similar sentiment in each snowflake. 

In a few months we'll all look like 

reindeer people.

"Reindeer People" by: Antonia Green

J is for: Judaic Tradition.

TeeVee

"He's way too everywhere for me to handle"

But oh so ideal

Words Words.... & Image: 

"Everywhere I go"    By Tim Parish

Monday Drone, get back to the school hallway side glances; 

send a smile at the faces you danced with saturday night... 

Roosters then Sbux, hoping for that transfer. 

Sublet Address jan - april: 191 McLeod. Bam!

I is for: Impeccable taste. 

500,25,600 minutes

Shit. 

I've spent 10, 239 hours of my life working for Starbucks, for real? wow. 

All those hours gone, and so few cash dolls left to show for it. 

Ana thanks for working that shift. 

Alex, you're a great rat mother x4 now. 

Boy, you still gotta come find me

Money - you should come find me too. 

Fingers crossed for that job transfer as soon as possible.

"Don't tell me these things" she said

"I tell you cause I care" he said

"don't buy it" they said.

Negative

Burst Bubbles By: Donna Meyers...Much like my burst bubble - jays! 

So I think my attic apartment dreamscape is fading - haven't heard any reply from the chick since offering her the deposit, strange times. H-face says i need to think more positively, I think that I shouldn't dream too far... thats all. 

Hey Boy! come find me. 

Hey Haiku! Im coming for you. 

Writing on here will be less frequent I'm sure - My love affair with them tanned Moleskine pages has ensued again for the winter hibernation. Summer and fall is all about the keyboard - Wintry snow is all about the pencil. 

H is for: H-face...and Haiku. 

Pawking Metaws

Its been a while. I decided to let myself fall back in love with pencil on paper... Electronic-land doesn't exactly fly for me. Im thinking of becoming a hermit. (But really Rosie? a hermit, no) Yea, perhaps not. I should still like to be a pair of ragged claws. 

Saw Bob Dylan Monday. It doesn't feel like it really happened, Its difficult to imagine yourself in a room having someone so legendary hanging out with you - I mean, it just seems so unreasonable. It somewhat hit me even more after the fact when looking at his old interviews. The H-face was pretty upset about missing out on her all time favourite Dylan song that changed her entire view on life: Don't think twice it's alright. I think it has something to do with Jones Soda. I told her not to think twice about it & that it was alright; I think that may have just exacerbated things.

Simultaneously occurring while Robert was preforming said song - we were running to Place de Scotiabank as fast as our cold legs could take us.  We were running to Bob Dylan and away from the Drunk with the hefty Russian accent who wanted us to hitch-hike with him to the Concert about 50 paces away; a concert for which he also had no ticket...

Got there - Bob was waiting for us - He already had the band going, his hat on & his blazer all buttoned up ready to play... He danced, we danced. H-face and Emcam teared up a little. We all jumped for joy when we called us by name: "thank you fans!" Hearing his speaking voice is I think what sealed the deal for me. Dylan. 

Met some fans of the older generation. They were Big on Dylan. One of them just follows him around show to show, she even had her suitcase with her ready to follow him anywhere...yeah. Definitely Big on Dylan.   One had seen him play "75 Times at least" and had some stories for us of his concerts before we were even busy bein' born. She was certainly a free spirited whimsical soul. Heart on Fire for Dylan (alongside her now dead Cat, we discovered)

Dylan thinks that if your going to experience his music; you should go see him play, so photo's & video were banned , but H-face proposed this idea instead: 

"My dance with Dylan is complete, and now i dance alone again...with H-face"

Aside: Hoping to be out come january 1st and in the city. Fingers crossed on getting my kitty friend soon, little Haiku...I want you to come hang out with me! H-face with knit you a scarf if you come - so come soon! 

G is for:  Great Men. 

No title.

Sitting in class, pondering how it was possible that my entire day revolved around the 2 nanoseconds it took to drop my paper on a pile of other papers on my Prof's front desk.

Paper tuesday, Ultreya wednesday, thunderheist thursday, Britts birthday friday, work saturday sunday...

F is for: France 

Le Papier Est Mort!

Rosie writes sans stylo...

The world was so much more beautiful without internet. 

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas"

All who agree, raise your hand

...can't see you beyond the computer screen. 

E is for : Eulogy (like that of Paper's, quelle tragedie!)

"I don't think it gets more Dweeb-like than this"

Yes We Can!

Excitement ensues me. 

I cannot tame my fingers to type more than simply this: Barak Obama is the next President of the United States of A. 

Glorious, Simply Marvelous. 

This extra twinkle in my eye will be around for a while...

D is for: Democratic Party Leader and Next President Elect: Barak Obama. 

Halloweekend

Halloween this year was good. 

It began at about 4 30 am when i prepped myself for an early morning shift starting at 5am. 

I dressed as a Parisian. Ana was Sailor Mars. Travis was Eyore, and Dan was a man in sbux dresscode. That shift was the fastest shift of my life,mainly because of how amused I was over people not knowing how to respond to the drawn moustache on my face...

The night followed about 6 hours later. Met up with Meg & Britt, started to get prepped for the night before heading to Noahs' for pre-drank. BUT I had to take a slight detour home when i realized I had lost my drivers license. fck. still don't know where that is...

Anyways, once I finally got to Noahs I made myself look like the prettiest little Parisian you ever did see and continued onwards to drink lovely amounts of beautiful Red Wine to keep the French Fashion legit. Took some pics, peed in a bush on the way to the bus-stop. waited for bus while singing Broadway showtunes. Watched Meg get trapped on the bus after running back on for a transfer. Got on 95.

So the whole 95 experience is still a slight blurr. I do remember Jughead from the Archie Comics being totally crude to all the Hot girls in the back - with which i responded by telling him to fuck himself and then threatened him with my heels. 

Got downtown. Met up with some ex bf's and a white Bill Cosby, waited in line with white Bill Cosby and then got into Patty B's by means of my passport, because again I didn't know, and still don't know where my license is.

Inside the club we danced to some MJ, Bob Dylan and B.Spears. I chatted with Louis about John Pretrucci & laughed about his friend who was a major asshole - but in complete denial of it...Him and his asshole friend then left my purse hanging out all by itself at the table we were sitting at - nothing got smuggled though. safe. 

Drank some Cran-V's and then some Keiths. I payed for all my drinks cause Im an " I.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.e.n.t - Do you know what that means mayyn?"

Met a fellow Parisian wearing a striped blue tee and a red napkin stapled around his neck. He started talking to me in french & I laughed and started faking the language. Turns out he was actually from Paris...He showed me his passport. Legitimate. I was impressed. He was impressed by my outfit. safe. 

Danced some more to the live band comprised of Vampires and dead Pirates, then apparated to Zak's Diner where i had the best meal of my life probably. Louis and his jerk buddy were sitting at the table across from us...I smiled at him. but I think he wanted more than a smile. I then sopped smiling at him still bitter he abandoned my purse. 

Finished the night off in a taxicab. Then in a comfy bed in Meg's room. 

Halloweekend 2008 was a slice. Here are some pics to prove it:

  

C is for : Clergy Reserve.

"MLA citation style is killing me."

                                          got nothing else to do though

Trapper Hat

Wore H-face's trapper hat today...to keep things legit, ya know with the first snowfall and all.

I looked like this guy...except I was cold, and fighting to even keep the hat on against the wind, and not as glamorously rosy cheeked; There were also wind tears running down my face, my nose was running and I was NOT on a D&G runway...nor am I a man... 

man: 1

Rosie: nil.        

                                                              

Whtvr.

B is for BOB DYLAN.duh.

Bomb Diggity

"Emcam, H-face and Awesomerosie will all officially be at the Bob Dylan Show on November 16th. Boss. "

A is for Art

Bob; we'll see you there.

Goose Grey

H-face Put my 85$ silk, dry clean only blouse in the washer and dryer today...I just about peed my pants.

             

He wanted to apologize, i wanted him to stop apologizing all the time. 

"Nothin' But Your T-shirt On"

playing guitar tonight - then out of the corner of my little ear - frik; I heard the Most revolting song ever. It was so revolting i had to find it on Youtube and listen to it about 5 times over and then write a post about it. Its that one "T-Shirt" by I Dont know, an artist i'd never heard before - Shontelle - or summat. Anyways all this is irrelevant really. It was a smack in the face, i mean i had plans tonight to go out, but instead I'm sitting at home doing homework and wearing my ex-boyfriends sweater; that pretty much makes me the girl in the song (except that sweaters have sleeves)...whtvr. It's bothersome - it made me conscious of how pathetic I am being Goddamit!


Forgot to mention I dropped my bus pass yesterday, Didn't think it would be a big deal until i realized how much of a pain in the derriere it is to have all these transfers hanging out all over my bag - Inconvenience Indeed.

On Happier Notes Im going to settle down with a lovely little cup of warm peppermint tea. Might have a second when H-face gets home.

Autumn is in the Ayer and Times, they are a Changin'

Also Caught up with Caroline today, Planned to meet up with her in Toronto in a few weeks to see Feist with H-face :) Lovely. If anything could cheer me up - it would be Leslie Feist....Or a dance with Bob Dylan...

I wont ever stop chasing these wishes into the street...

RoadBlock

"ah k, i don't think I'm the only girl with a crush on this guy"

On another note, I cannot handle all this school work. Im sitting here reading and its all just words words words - no substance. Im getting nothing. Im regards to yesterday's exam - i fkn nailed it. the last minute cram with jeffery really helped out. Then afterwards i took out about 7 library books Due back Nov. 5th (i gotta write that somewhere, cause i know im going to loose the receipt reminding me) 

AND met up with Alexand. times were getting stressful but we lightened it up by listening to dramatic reading of a break -up letter on Youtube and taking a pic Of Alex's sweet glasses.

Securitaaay!!!

Today had every capacity to be amazing; I was going to make a move - I swear I was. BUT instead I get called down to Carleton Security to make a statement about some creep that approached me on friday telling me he could read my 'Ora' Fkn weird right? Anyway.... I have a midterm to write in an hour and i gotta get psyched up for it with my buddy Jeffery...

G!T S!XY

HAH h:

 "If we're going to produce a Techno track the Only two Words in it can be be "Get Sexy"  Gimme a Beat!

 

OH and last words for the day : Alexand. your supafly. 

 

"This guy just walked by me in the library and he left the sweetest Lacoste scent trailing behind him"  

Nostalgic for that Old Black Magic Called Love

What happened to old time Romance ps? honestly. I mean guys really dont even have the need to pursue a woman anymore - with internet, teevee and all other technological nonsense. Men just dont have to have the nerve to hold the door open for a girl and say "my goodness, you're beautiful" its just not the same. Men are less inclined to be this way when they can more conveniently look at some hot girl on interweb / order yourself a girlfriend on it. Has anyone seen Lars and the Real Girl?....I mean, Guys just aren't subject to the same capacity of romantic breeding as they once were. It appears that Old Romance really is dying.  

Whtvr. Im going to Move to France and find myself a lovely man to sing me french lullabies to bed and to make me fresh baguettes every morning and we would finish our evenings with a lovely french wine on a patio like this.....oh where my dreams take me. 

Early Morning Rain

It really pisses me off to wake up to sound of rain. I mean when I don't have to go anywhere that day its usually fine and nice actually; but when I know Im going to be rushing for buses everywhere - its daunting to think of all the Worms I'm going to have to avoid! 

I have this thing where I just can't step on them - that and spiders; my basement has them everywhere but i simply refuse to kill any of them. I usually chase them into a cup and then set them free outside; sometimes I let them stay in my basement if its cold outside. My sister would freak if she knew that... which she probably will after she reads this - whtvr. Its just a thing i do. 

Dancing with Dylan

Let it be known that this man... would be an ideal addition to this life of mine. How blissful would a dance with Dylan be?

Studying....wtf does it end? 

i'll give it a few more years i suppose, then im fkn dun.