I am terrible blogger. I don't think I'm even a blogger. Maybe when I have to reprint my business cards I'll transfer away from livejournal so folk stop giggling at me when when see that's where I'm at. I probably won't though, because, well, it's me.
So busking season has officially started! Protip! Don't wear Keens or other super-support or whatever shoes/sandals! I still haven't got feeling back to part of my big toe! Bare feet for the win! You can move your feet and toes easily and without passers-by observing! Please note that bare feet are a terrible idea on milk crates, though. I am very pleased to have replaced the milk crate with ye olde reliable stool. The very same stool that wandered around Canada with me. We have a pretty good thing going.

In other news- Comic Con! Ottawa's very first! It was pretty freaking amazing. I love being surrounded by folk odd the way I am odd. Promdemonium was the same thing. If I could take all the people who went to both events, I believe would could set up an incredibly successful and freaking rad commune. True story. On the cosplaying front, I have learnt a very valuable lesson: always, always make sure you get 4-way stretch fabric. It is the most important thing ever. The second most important is to always make sure you have a needle and thread about your person. Safety pins are not so safe around your upper thigh.

Moving on! I've read cards for paying customers a few times now. It's nice to be confident in one's skills, even if they are really weird ones. I unfortunately told one chick that she was about to go through a really crappy break-up, another lady that she should totally go for it and retire (I didn't know that was something she was considering), another lady that the things she is worrying about so much are going to be just fine. I like playing with my cards. Even the one's I'm not entirely familiar with, like pentacles, are still really... I don't a way of saying it without sounding completely crazy... friendly? Anyway, it brings in a few extra dollars every now and then. Maybe I'll set up in the market one day when I don't feel like wearing a ton of paint.

I actually managed to avoid and dodge this Ani Difranco binge for a few weeks! But as that's what I'm currently listening to, with no desire to change the music, it's probably back again for a bit. And I am totally okay with that.

I'd talk about my social/personal life, but I'm really not going to. 'Cause I doubt it is of interest to anyone but myself and, well, it's not for your ears, my lovelies (I like to pretend I have lovelies, just go with it, okay?)



I love this photo.

Another year with terrible weather on April 20th. Every year I intend to busk for the hordes of pot enthusiasts at Major's Hill Park and Parliament Hill, but every year the weather has been too cold and/or wet for me to be able to. It's a shame, as we would all win: I would make some cash and the high kids would be entertained. Ah well, maybe next year.

The Ani Difranco binge comes and goes. Life wavers between vast expanses of frustrated boredom and too much socialising all at once that makes me swear I'll really make it as a hermit this time...
Oh, and I have been eating terribly, drinking too much, spending too much money and I think this stuffed-up-sneezing-allergy-thing is from my roommate smoking on the balcony, which I am not about to ask him to stop. I am hoping my body will just get used to it in the near future.
Tomorrow I am going to wear a ridiculous blue dress with my hair as big as I can get it and dance and get pretty stupidly drunk. Because I am classy.

It's 2:30 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I don't know why I can't sleep, as I was up fairly early, and had quite a full day. When I lie there trying to sleep, everything seems to become unreal. The world around me, my memories, myself. All that I know feels like it was simply a dream. The past few days- as I lie in the dark- seem to have not happened.

It's all so odd. Up until recently, I've not had a problem with sleeping. In fact, I am quite good at it.

Maybe I need more physical activity during the day? Eat better? Nothing that I can fix right now, unfortunately.

So I'll just ramble away on livejournal, in the hopes that I will bore myself into blissful drowsiness.

(It's not that I am desperately tired and cannot sleep- I am just not tired right now. Which is not so great, as I know I definitely will be tomorrow. Blast!)

How about this weather then? I managed to busk the first day of Spring. Craziness.

So I've got the well worn plans of school or running away to the Yukon...
But now the thought crosses my mind to just wander. Busk my way down through the Southern US? Could I busk through Mexico? What about South America? I would have to constantly be on the move since I wouldn't be getting a work visa... do South American hostels care if you have a visa? Would any of them even hire me? Could I stand being on the road for a year?
Well, what about Europe? I can legally work there, if I want to... I would still want to be able to supplement my income significantly with busking, which means I am limited to places that stay warm in the winter... Greece? It sounds like it's in shambles. Southern France? Southern Italy? Spain or Portugal? Do any of those stay warm enough? Do I really want to relocate to another continent again? I would have to dig myself out of my current financial hole...

What's keeping me here? Meagan's leaving, I've rather fallen out with a friend or two, not as close as I once was with others, some friendships are strong enough to allow for months of roaming. I feel like being away from my family would do me some good. I want to be a hermit, to retreat into the forest and live solitary and quietly in the trees by a lake... but I have debt and can't afford to do so. So perhaps I will have to content myself with being isolated somewhere around people. Be a stranger.

I feel like things are crumbling, and options are receding. Things are changing regardless of whether or not I can keep up. Maybe this is all just the full moon talking. I spent a year on my feet, running around the world. Then I spend a year on my ass, just existing for a while. I worry about what this year brings- it has started off so terribly, that I can't help thinking there is worse to come. I just want something wonderful to happen. Something brilliant and wonderful. Swept up in something that will leave me glowing with joy.

What's keeping me here?

March is such a funny month. It's right on the edge. Teetering between winter and spring, plans forming and reforming for the summer and beyond. The initial groundwork is laid and it's all waiting until the world thaws.

My application for SIAST in Saskatoon is in. My transcripts are sent out. Now I can only wait until I get my tax return so I can get my licence and first aid re-certification out of the way. My last biology exam is on Wednesday (I should be studying... story of my life), and then it's more waiting for marks so I can send an updated transcript out.

When I was in school this time of the year was paper hell, so many pages and so many topics with deadlines looming. Late nights and so much tea.

I have a cold. I hate being sick. Maybe I'll chug some cough syrup.

I love being around animals and children and travelling because that's when I can simply be myself. The walls fall and I am free. One usually needs armour when dealing with human grown-ups. And as for people one meets travelling, well, you never have to see them again if things don't go well. And if you hit it off, well, the fact that it's fleeting makes it all the more beautiful (and there is always facebook when you want to keep in touch).

Just a thought on the eve of Lent, I suppose.

So I have decided to give up drinking for Lent. Save money, be healthier, keep my mouth shut, and probably not get injured as much (I don't even understand how I managed to hurt my food last night. Bah).

Bah! Drunk Vicky. Hasn't said anything, thank goodness. Shh!


Yeah. Sh. If I don't say it, it isn't true. Right?

So... I totally have a working darkroom. Coolest ever? Coolest ever. This just goes to show that once in a while I do actually end up getting around to doing the things I plan. Next project? Dinosaur petting zoo!



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Or maybe I should get the last two lessons of biology done and work on my ooooh-super-not-at-all-secret James Barry project. A dinosaur petting zoo could get pretty messy.

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