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Spring Cleaning Sunday afternoon. Sometimes you’ve got to rearrange to let new energy flow in!

So inspiring!! I just want to read and drink here!

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Sketch Sketch…Fashion Illustration

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Last night I felt so real that things did not make sense.

This might be cliche but I did MDMA and I never felt more intensely myself. There was so much energy pumping through me and I was so astutely aware of everyone else’s energy but I couldn’t comprehend it. I was tired but I wanted to keep going forever. I watched the sky get so blue as I laid in the comfort of my bed. 

I had tarot cards read. I danced. I touched people’s hair. I made out. I wrote in my journal (I’m trying to put a lot of energy into journaling again) and the words I wrote tumbled out of me like weeds. It felt so good that I want to write entire novels in this method but I won’t because it was not ‘good’.

I haven’t posted anything on here in so long. What I mean is really that I haven’t posted anything about my life, the one that is crazy and surreal. 

So much has happened in the last few months. To start, I graduated! That’s right, I now have a B.A. and no job prospects. I am in Vernon, BC now visiting with my mom and her partner.

This past semseter was so good and weird and it went to quickly. I think I forgot to focus on my work but I also forgot to be social…go on adventures, though I had my share.

I went to Georgia and was political and shouted in the streets, and ate grits with eggs and bacon and got drunk while lying across beds in hotel rooms with strangers.

That trip really affected me in a lot of ways. My friend was unjustly arrested. She was released eventually but going back to school and being forced to worry about assignments and stupid friends fighting was so difficult.  

But Thanksgiving happened and I saw my friend’s Shannon and Paul and I got my very first tattoo. And I still haven’t told my family about it.

So then…I gave a beautiful poetry reading and made a weird feminist zine. And I a horrible and funny thing happened right in the midst of exams when I was already having anxiety attacks about getting my work done: I got accused of sexually assaulting this girl. So this girl is actually insane and she was drunk and threatened me/forced herself on me.  But then she didn’t remember what happened in the morning and decided it would be best if she got a ton of attention by pretending to be a victim and I got called in to the res-life office and told that they were going to investigate and maybe refuse me my diploma. so I cried a lot and everyone in my house, knowing this girl crazy, took such good care of me. 

Ummm but I just heard and I’m good. I’m just banned from the residential side of campus but who cares because I don’t go to that school anymore and I will have a diploma as soon as I pay my bill. 

I’ll be living in Vancouver the next few months. My one friend who was living there just moved to Montreal so of course I have a fear that I will be lonely but now I am slightly scared of people anyway. And of not having any money but I’ll have a roof over my head and that is enough. And I am still in love with the world and that is enough. 

Thank you for letting me ramble.

Good Day. 

My feet are buried in the snow. 

Sub Zero-Snoozer.