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I'm moving past the feeling and into the night
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I need to really buckle down tonight and do some reading for Existentialism, Kierkegaard is talking in circles and I need to follow through repetitions ofthe self is a relation that relates itself to itself or is the relation's relating itself to itself in the relation; the self is not the relation but the relation's relating itself to itself
and so forth.
In the meantime, enjoy this poor 'shoop I did of Tyrone on Nietzsche's face.
That mustache is so ballin.(original Nietzsche image here)
Also, somehow I missed this when it came out. Did you?
Arcade Fire - The Suburbs from Merge Records on Vimeo.
Not a whisper, no words
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These past few mornings have been slow-moving, I hit the snooze more than I should, zombie my way through my morning routine and don't really wake up until I'm halfway through my first class and sometimes not until even after that.It's been stupidly cold here lately (-40C people) and the thing that snaps me out of my reverie is the intense, biting wind for the ten-minute walk to campus.
Usually that's enough to wake me up but -seriously! Enough of this uber-cold nonsense! Where's my January of last year with it's -2 type temperatures? January, you're not who I thought you were, who you used to be.
You've changed.
It's hard not to let weather like you get this down but there's so much coming up that I can't really get sour for more than when I stop feeling my fingers. There's the BASSFACE launch party at The Pyramid this Friday, seeing the play Dionysus Is Getting Impatient which my lovely friend Kendra is performing in, The Data Dance Lv 2 (SO excited for this!), the Festival du Voyageur party, Stickybuds at The Academy, and a bunch of potlucks, birthdays, and get-togethers with friends planned in between. How can I not feel warm inside thinking about it all?Don't forget to love yourself - Soren Kierkegaard (courtesy of my Existentialism class) Make sure you do!
Orpheus melted the heart of Persephone, but I never had yours
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I'm always on the fence about Zooey Deschanel.
Love-hate.
She's either stunning or weird-looking.
Quirky or annoying.
Typecast or fabulous.
But this video is such nice eye-candy.
And the song is kind of catchy.
And fitting for how I feel right now.
We are very busy people
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THE LIMOUSINES from Mathieu Wothke on Vimeo.
I'll play synth.
I'm-a start rocking gold teeth and fangs
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Saturday I finally crossed the line between just casually talking about going to hot yoga and actually putting my money where my mouth was and attending. Jabez took me to Moshka and I emerged sweater than I've ever been and on an endorphin high.I didn't even get sick or need to take a break like I thought! Though this pose is something I need to work on; I'd rather not start retching in front of the whole class.
Despite the girl in the change room after talking about how it "really aligned her chakras" the Moshka experience wasn't all new age-y and pretentious at all.I mean, they played Michael Jackson during the ab exercises and the instructor sang to us at the end when we were in corpse pose at the end. Definitely not the experience that I had expected.
Last night Lo Pub had a birthday party for Art and there was a fun crafting table for making silly hats, live music and visuals and some leftover brandywine from Half Pints which we definitely drank.
We experienced and were consequently amazed by the Winnitron. So cool!But it's dinner time and we're going to watch French Connection, so I'd better go.
You know it's true.
You've been a juvenile with a dolphin smile
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Had to full-on stop in order to get a shot of this guy because I didn't realize there was someone channeling Mudkipchan on campus today and it still turned out blurry.I've seen this guy around the city a few times but have been too slow on the uptake to snag a decent picture of him in his Pokéclothes (Pokéregalia? Pokéhat?) and suddenly BAM he's all fanboying it up right in front of me on campus so I had to act fast.
To be fair, I was busy having my mind blown from my Philosophy class which I am no longer waitlisted for, thank you v much.
The class is Historical Existentialism and while I loved the pretentiousness of it all
("how can we assume that nihilism exists in truth because is it possible for someone to believe that there is truly nothing when their perceptions -perhaps falsely- indicate that there must be something because we exist" and so forth)
it was a bit mind-boggling and even though it's an intro level course there are peeps clearly far beyond that level quoting philosophers I've never even heard of which left me a bit in the dark; I feel like there's going to be a lot of supplementary reading (read: wikipedia) going on so I can keep up with the fourth-years taking Intro courses for credits.
Also my professor looks almost exactly Sybil Trelawney from Harry Potter which just makes it all the much more hilarious to me.
Speaking of crazies of course everyone has been losing their shit about some new astrology sign showing up and throwing everything out of wack today and apparently I'm no longer the pretend animal that I used to be(Scorpio FTW just saying)
and am now... a Libra, I think? That's the one that comes before Scorpio, right?
Whatevs, it's ridiculous and apparently not even that real depending on what variation of pretend animals in the sky you believe in anyway?
What?
I can't believe I actually spent several minutes reading those articles just so I could keep you guys well-informed, I could seriously have been doing much cooler things like watching video clips of The Trip like this one:
Happy almost-Friday!
You spend half of your time modeling, and the other half next to me
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Today I learned something:If Rogers is telling me that I have full Dukes (connectivity bars) and won't even send a simple text, I will become increasingly enraged as I try to send and re-send a text that wasn't terribly important to begin with, but now has become my sole reason for living and the bane of my existence.
Why can't you just send my text, Rogers?! Why must you lie to me so?
At least tell it to me straight: I have no connectivity and can expect no reception on campus. Don't fill my heart with these fabrications of Dukes and then trap me in a web of unconnected loneliness leaving me to rot with texts and tweets unsent.
Why, Rogers, why?
What's your middle name?
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Outside it's cold January but inside my heart it's warm, warm, warm.School's back in the swing. Classes are classes, we're reading Ondaatje in Lit and I like it. English classes are (usually) a fine excuse to read good literature.
Next up we're reading Fall On Your Knees by Anne Marie MacDonald which is one of my all-time favourite books.
Have you read it?
Make sure you do, it's unbelievable.
I've never owned a copy of Sylvia Plath's work but I've always loved it. Today I watched a movie about her life called (simply) "Sylvia" with Gwyneth Paltrow and delicious Daniel Craig and need to snag myself copies of The Bell Jar and Ariel, respectively.
I wonder if they're on iBooks?
Which do you think is more pretentious, sitting in a coffee shop reading a battered copy of Ariel by Sylvia Plath, or sitting in a coffee shop reading a copy of Ariel by Sylvia Plath on your iPad?
Because I'll gladly do both.
If this was the Cold War we could keep each other warm
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Watched 'Catfish' last night and just like the trailer suggested it wasn't at all what I was expecting.
What I anticipated was something dark, creepy, and mind-blowing and while that's exactly what I got it wasn't at all how I'd expected I'd get it. I had to pause the movie a few times to get up and defrag and shake off the intense discomfort that settles over you like a heavy blanket as the film progresses and you find yourself giving confused and uncomfortable looks to the people watching it with you.
Without giving too much away (I hope) it made me reconsider what a social medium like FaceBook is capable of and how much we can really expect to ever know about someone we meet online until we see them in the flesh. The ability that we now have to craft these perfectly tailored online versions of ourselves is at the same time exhilarating and terrifying.
When it was all said and done the thing that blew me away the most -and why I am highly, highly recommending it to you- is that it is apparently all based in truth. It's not a mockumentary, but apparently genuine fact.
The story is almost too good (read: crazy) to be true, and if it is in fact a total fabrication then it's one of the best pieces of metafiction I've ever seen, because the sheer amount of work that would go into building, maintaining and upholding a story of that magnitude would be phenomenal.
But if it's true, as the directors/producers/actors claim, then it is truly an example of how real-life is always stranger than fiction.
