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Re-birth!!

2007-01-14T06:50:35Z

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.

Waterboy.

2007-01-13T23:07:06Z

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.

O o 0 o o 0 O o O o o O o o 0 o

2007-01-12T11:32:44Z

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).

my treasures!!

2007-01-11T06:12:17Z

I like to Moue. MOUE!!!!

This is my cow blanket. It has magical properties of being made of felt and being very handmade and perfectly temperatured no matter what the weather. It also has what I like to call Nap Vortex Powers. So sleepy.... prrowr

This is my kitty, Satchmo (we're having a touching moment). I look kinda sad in this one, but really it was the best shot of her. Maybe struggling with surprisingly powerful greycatclaws is a sadmaking process? Sounds mysterious. I'll go find out! (ZOOOOM)

once upon a time, in the town of Wall.....

2007-01-09T17:39:42Z

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/

nap with a gold taste in the mouth.

2007-01-08T21:56:06Z

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!)

passive inklings.

2007-01-08T04:22:44Z

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. ^___^

mooooo-rning montreal

2007-01-06T19:00:58Z

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.

pollock nachos, anyone? (anyone? anyone?)

2007-01-03T02:43:47Z

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!)

holydays

2006-12-28T22:17:42Z

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....

_tarantulove_ @ 2006-12-23T18:34:00

2006-12-23T23:35:15Z

m y k eyboardistoast

damned
spilledt ea

One day....

2006-12-23T08:36:06Z

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.

Enter a subject. I dare you.

2006-12-22T07:09:38Z

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.

Update, of sorts. (WOW I like parentheses)

2006-12-21T03:41:07Z

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. )

disappear me

2006-12-17T21:57:54Z

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!

vin on the wing

2006-12-17T08:55:30Z

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)

shutterbuglet! (this means I want a camera)

2006-12-17T08:24:10Z

just a wink
a nod and wishing
that lenses were more common

2 weeks left.

2006-12-16T04:24:10Z

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.

I miss montreal.

2006-12-16T02:59:10Z

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!)

thank you for existing, kate.

2006-12-10T23:12:09Z

holidays, yaaaay.

2006-12-09T00:05:43Z

Christmas to-morrow. The real one, the one with my real family.

To those people who share my genes......... well, I love you to itty pieces and everything, but Christmas just don't mix into everything too smoothly at home. And you know that, too, so vuh-tever.

Someone remind me why I've decided to spend a healthy chunk of december making little beaded trinkets and wishing I had a spoon to carve my brain out with? Besides the fact that I'd probably be just as bored if I stayed in Montreal? Urgh, maybe it'll be awesome. There ARE a lot of people I've gotta catch up with, and there'll be a scanner for NEW ARTSES and the only copy shop worth going to for the NEW ZINE!! So there's that.

//

Click, keep clicking, marvel at the good musical taste of quantum wizards, click some more...

ho hum

2006-12-05T01:52:49Z

The model in drawing class today was a beauty-slip of an androgynous thing, and I think he admired my interpretation of his bones. And my boots, and possibly the way my fingers trace my own form while I struggle to draw another's. Silent admirations are the bent paperback stories of my quieter days...

I am obsessed with Dave Gahan's slippy-slappy gawky teenageness right now, it's getting to a ridiculous point. And no, it's certainly not his ghostly similarity to Mr. Collapsing STar.

This is the wrong time of year to be reminiscing.

honey voice, honey day.

2006-12-03T07:05:28Z

My apartment's a golden-brown-and-delicious nesting pod. I decorated little extravagant wooden boxes ALL DAY and stuffed them with candies and will soon wrap them up for my friends. I will also make cookies. Apple-spice vegan? Or with an egg? A Hmmmm.

(I'm recovering from an extremely black friday... I'm allowed to retreat and heal for a bit, oh yes)

At any rate, I want babies with Dave Gahan's voice.

bwa haha

2006-11-30T10:45:53Z

(the buttons moved around all flashy-styled, I couldn't help taking it, so flashy...)

"...at the drop of a hat/as long as the hat is stylish and nice to you" -- PEGGED (megapegged)

Fig! (written all sneaky-like on the ARTX studio ceiling)

2006-11-30T10:14:59Z

So I quit with the cigs a few days ago, and as I was explaining this morning to the oddest couple I know, it feels like I've shed my smoker's skin and I'm actually a non-smoker underneath (la lala la). Not too hard, rearrange the mind a bit and focus on the lack of tendrils snaking into my brain. It's all good. I miss the rat poison, though.

The Girl spoke in class today and The People did listen. It's been becoming a bit of a trend; also pre-empting teacher's thoughts, which I should really stop doing, it's annoying.

You know when you don't smoke, your psyche has nothing to hide behind and it starts throwing up all the little shitty things from your childhood that you should have cried at night about a long, long, long time ago? So I've been doing a lot of that. It had to happen at some point, and maybe now my skin'll clear up miraculously or some other detox will happen and make all the random tears worth it. Random but not taxing. Very clean.

I finished my video; the 12-hour plan got scrapped in favour of 1 hour of me spinning, inching around my technicolour bed like a clock, and I still have to squish it down to 60 seconds with absolutely no memory of how to use importers and imovie and junk, but apparently I'm allowed to break into the most heavily armed building at school in the wee-est hours of the night and sit in the teacher's office being a nerd. So I'm gonna do that. And with any luck Jay won't be a flake like he's been lately, and let me borrow a minute of some unfinished electro-piece that he's got lying around (or better yet, Wil's Magician Man song, if it's at all recorded anywhere and it probably isn't because it's a magic song, and further than that he's shy about microphones).

It's called "I, O.M. - the Ouroboreal Movement." Pretentious, eh? The kitties, grey and black (because the 2 days of babysitting Jay's cat has turned into a week) make little snaky cameo-cuddle appearances, which is great, because everyone knows that while I'm locked into Tick Tock like a total cog, kitties obviously stand way outside of temporal bondage.

(god, I'm getting crass)