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Re-birth!! [14 Jan 2007|01:45am]
[ mood | rejuvenated ]

So I'm not really one to advocate journal-hopping, but REALLY, I'd been hating my lj username from the very first second I pressed that enter key, oh so many years back.  And the ancient account lends for absolutely NO customizing.  So.  I'm hereby announcing the birth of Liz's new journal : 

ieatmoths !!!

(exclamation points for garnish only)

If I know you're still alive, I'll be adding your journal back, feel free to reciprocate if you find my brand of rambling at all interesting.
Thanks, y'all.  Here's to a fresh word-hole.

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Waterboy. [13 Jan 2007|06:04pm]
[ mood | yay! ]

Aiiiee!  I actually painted something!

It's small, kind of a getting-feet-wet exercise, but it was fun fun fun and officially the First Art Show Piece.  Woooo.

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O o 0 o o 0 O o O o o O o o 0 o [12 Jan 2007|06:06am]
[ mood | . ]

Ever have one of those showers that make you feel clean as a lily on the way out? Wonderful feeling... kinda like everything's knitting together and healing and coming whole (okay, so that's more psychological than anything else, but green tea body wash still rules).

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my treasures!! [11 Jan 2007|01:01am]
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I like to Moue. MOUE!!!!

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once upon a time, in the town of Wall..... [09 Jan 2007|12:36pm]

Brillig!  There's a Stardust movie coming out '07, and it looks like the Lock Stock director is doing it.  

(this could either be the next Princess Bride or something very very awful, but I've got my fingers crossed for this first Gaiman movie)

http://imdb.com/title/tt0486655/
http://www.stardustmovie.com/

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nap with a gold taste in the mouth. [08 Jan 2007|04:39pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

I think I've scarred my cat.

I left her near alone in Ottawa these past three weeks, and now she barely looks at me (though mrowls with a vengeance whenever I'm out of sight).

I love you, Satchmo.  Mummy's just busy trying to stay awake in the face of grey skies and slushy stones.  I have some idea how to go about this art show deal, now, though.  (Did I mention?  Did I say?  I'm in an art show, duuuuude).  Factor A: there is little to no chance of my actually selling anything, and so I have some amount of relative freedom to go about the subject matter as I wish.  Factor B: I'm already in the thing, I don't need to worry about conforming too tightly to any narrow ideals concerning fantasy and/or sci-fi related imagery.  More relative freedom!!  Really.  There's a such realm as that odd space between purely representational figurage and the way that dreams creep into the boundaries of things that seems like a ripe old place to start.  An old territory, but it's where my path always leads... if they're looking for xenas or captain whatshisfaces or even pretty elvish things.... nah.  (Painting no#1 involves a cornered geekster with a demon cat, rawk!)

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passive inklings. [07 Jan 2007|11:09pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

I have this sudden urge to make applesauce and paint with casual abandon.  Not paint with the applesauce... although.... hehehe.  But yeah, urges also include climbing up the mountain... sewing myself a new shirt with orange and pink in it... somehow willing my drawing teacher into health so that I can go to class tomorrow... drinking a lot in one sitting 'cause it's been at least 3 days..... kissing my kennedy.... (ohoho!  lj-pda!!).  And maybe a good round of Katamari Damocy.  Oh yeah. ^___^

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mooooo-rning montreal [06 Jan 2007|01:52pm]
[ mood | jus'fine ]

Life is sweet.  Saphir is sweeter (go dancing there and LOVE IT, love it I say).  Small changes are throwing me off, ie: yogurt viscosities relative to various cities.  But I have a cow blanket.  <-- is a good thing.

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pollock nachos, anyone? (anyone? anyone?) [02 Jan 2007|09:29pm]
[ mood | wistful ]

Allright.  It's official.  Liz don't wanna go home.  
The montreal tribe is in sadness right now, every one of them lost in themselves and I'm running a lovely streak of really... not caring as much as I used to about things that are beyond my power to fix.  IE: I'm not up to being everyone's guardian angel right now!  Because life... is a pretty sweet fruit.  And there's a particular posse of awesomest people I'm definitely going to be sharing a bedroom floor with this summer... people who don't NEED me (to compromise myself).  And make excellent vodka-crans.  God, I'm going to miss you guys......

Incidentally, I love shrooms.  Ferris Bueller has never been better than when shared with you and the melting lights....
(I even managed to touch earth right afterwards, go me!)

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holydays [28 Dec 2006|05:04pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

After all this time in Ottawa... it's going to be strange going back home.  I miss my roommate and my structure and my bed, but it's been fun and a half playing the happy hobo for the past bit (mile end can bite me!!).
And school... back to school.  I miss the work, but not the waking.  I miss the metro but not the bus.  Life life life......

Christmas was good.  Thanks to Amelia I got Neil and more Neil Gaiman; also incense and blueberry soup, and an array of chili-filled chocolates, a muppet-scarf, and ohyes a Maxx comic.  (plus a whole wack of stinky bath stuff that should be OUTLAWED as xmas presents, that stuff is lethal).  It's an interesting concept to think that I do, in fact, have a stepfamily, and as such... sisters.  and a brother.  Not quite a mother, but that's a relationship that'll clear itself over time, I hope.

Boxing day was good.  Turns out my mum's place is fairly youth-friendly, really, which I knew but didn't perceive.  I should have figured that out, what with all the jams we had over the summer, but call it a daughter's folly.  Anyway, I collected up a suspectedly reluctant caravan of friends and shared turkey/stuffing/loadsofbooze with them, among my siblings and almost-siblings, and things swung.  (the night stretched into a day of bellyache from laughing too much, and I'm hereby proposing an entity known as Boxing Week: for celebrating all the things that xmas leaves behind.  And non-stop partying.  Woo debauch).  I'm definitely going to miss Ottawa....

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[23 Dec 2006|06:34pm]
m y k  eyboardistoast

damned
 spilledt ea
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One day.... [23 Dec 2006|03:16am]
One day I may disappear
Don't be too suprised
Because I got tired of noisy alarms and phone bells

And I don't think we're meant to stay here very long
I don't dream of bringing heaven down
Not like this
I'd rather move on

One day I may go for the longest while
Don't be too shocked
I get tired of sneaky societies and combat boots

And I don't think we're meant to stay here very long
I don't dream of bringing heaven down
Not like this
I'd rather move on

"Disappear," - My Brightest Diamond

Not necessarily a pertinent bit of lyricism, at least to mine situation.  but certainly a common sentiment round my head and a beautiful song that seemed... right for the night.

Finishing my zine tomorrow, Underwater Cigarettes v. 2... I brought it all with me to Ottawa in a poy-fect little envelope and promptly forgot to birth the damned child I slaved over for 5 days of gluestick mania (ie; get the thing copied!!!).  I can't wait to see it realized.  It's the only Christmas present I need.  

I've been very cold this night.  Eating melting whispers of chocolate-bits and playing lap host to my very-much-missed kitten, Satchmo.  Not a night to venture, not in this rain, and ice.  I see christmas looming it's sparkly head, and for some reason I'm not minding... it seems all a parcel of the general Good Times Snowball Effect that's made itself a welcome state in liz-land.  After my body crapped out on me in about 17 ways on wednesday... I woke up thursday to mass turnaround on all those 17 fronts (17 being an entirely arbitrary number, I don't like to count my ailments quite that closely...)

I learned today that I highly dislike easy jobs.  They are too easy.  And I like to nurture skill.  (going home in a sweat is some small price to pay for the rush of being good at one's job).  I feel my friends orbiting in rhythm and time, and coworkers won't have to deal with me anymore... life is a good puppy nowadays.

(my tea's still cold, tho)
Oh well.

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Enter a subject. I dare you. [22 Dec 2006|12:49am]
[ mood | diamande ]

Adventure is as venture does.

So in a plane I'll veer round... and round to come upon a landing spot that's SO FAMILIAR and yet.

I speak in language quick and winding but you don't mind. Some don't mind.

Corridors. Loving floors. Find my kin. All and more.

Good night Irene.

And all that.

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Update, of sorts. (WOW I like parentheses) [20 Dec 2006|10:36pm]
[ mood | good ]

Do you know how far you can get in life without a working conception of conversation?
Not far. (for a very long time)

What silly obvious fun it is to have that concept now. (as of 8 pm tonight, yeppppp)

( also: the past 3-ish days have been too much fun to write about, the staff apologizes, rest assured there were hijinks and misadventures galore )

( also also: my shrink has a sure and solid expectation that I'm gonna be just fine, and I WON'T turn out like my mother. her life is tragedy. mine will not be )

( ALSO ALSO ALSO: I gots me a certifiable teddy bear made mansize, life is rule. )

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disappear me [17 Dec 2006|04:49pm]
[ mood | distressed ]

This is ridiculous. I am freaking out. I hate being home, I hate being reminded of all these perceptions that people have of me WHO REALLY DON'T KNOW ME VERY WELL, and my mother in all her brash socializing starts pushing me together with all these people who .... it's very overwhelming. I hate this house. It is stark and very pastel. I cannot breathe here. I am a whisperer over lamplight, THIS DOESN'T WORK FOR ME. My brain is fluttering and shattering...... I hate being reminded that I'm not quite balanced, it's so much nicer at home, where I can move these things forward in my own time, at my own pace......... scrabble with my roommate, jamming with the guys... a slow progression and a palpable blanket of emotional support at every turn. This is chaos. 2 more weeks.

I don't know how to stop things when they start acting like this, and that's what pisses me off. Chemical imbalances, fuck.

I CAN BE CAPABLE SOMETIMES. FUCK!

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vin on the wing [17 Dec 2006|03:49am]
[ mood | mellow ]

Another night awake for no reason. Mother made chocolates... espresso-cocoa / peppermintstick / chai chili thai.

I am cold and without season, but content enough, considering. There isn't enough time to see everyone while I'm home, at least that's how it feels. I need such recuperation after every encounter... hit the floor grinning but sleep there til 3....

I wasn't the Drunk One last time, though. I'm wearing a secret crown-thing of YIPPY! because of that.

(and shop around for your m.a.p., girls. $20 differences from pharm to pharm)

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shutterbuglet! (this means I want a camera) [17 Dec 2006|03:23am]



just a wink
a nod and wishing
that lenses were more common
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2 weeks left. [15 Dec 2006|10:24pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

I have a history of recklessness and getting drunk on people.
But laying in the morninglight with you felt different, like... superlative glowing.... like an old old friend and a brave new world and I'm rambling... I ramble.....

I think I'm terrified. of myself. of intimacy.

But you taste amazing.

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I miss montreal. [15 Dec 2006|08:59pm]
[ mood | groggy ]

If one should put leftover kraft dinner in a cup... and then possibly liquify it for some reason..... and then put it all in the freezer with a little popsicle stick in it, one would get a KRAFTSICLE, mmmm breakfast on the go.

No, I didn't actually do this.


I wish I was gay, for her sake, for mine.
I wish he didn't have my lj address. (derp!)

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thank you for existing, kate. [10 Dec 2006|05:12pm]
[ mood | impressed ]

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