Fire and Water

she is fire, red with passion, red with spark, red with flame.
she is fire, she is red.
he is water, blue with calm, blue with serenity, blue with the cool
he is water, he is blue.
the fire and the water the fire and the water the fire and the water...........
the water quenches the thirst of the fire while the red warms the blue
and the two the two they exist concurrently
together for each other
needing each other to maintain their own existences
she is fire, she is red
he is water, he is blue

OOO, I Love My Brown Eyed Girl

well this is a little belated but heres a big birthday sendout to kate. happy 20th, buddy. heres to many more.

BROWN EYED GIRL- VAN MORRISON

Hey where did we go,

Days when the rains came

Down in the hollow,

Playin' a new game,

Laughing and a running hey, hey

Skipping and a jumping

In the misty morning fog with

Our hearts a thumpin' and you

My brown eyed girl,

You my brown eyed girl.

Whatever happened

To Tuesday and so slow

Going down the old mine

With a transistor radio

Standing in the sunlight laughing,

Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,

Slipping and sliding

All along the water fall, with you

My brown eyed girl,

You my brown eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing,

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da

So hard to find my way,

Now that I'm all on my own.

I saw you just the other day,

My how you have grown,

Cast my memory back there,

Lord Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout

Making love in the green grass

Behind the stadium with you

My brown eyed girl

You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da.

Go Lab, Go

well today i had the most all encompassing day ever. in my little internal schedule that i have set for the week, i have decided that tonite (monday) i MUST complete my invertebrate lab that is due on thursday in order to have time to do my enormous english essay that is also due thursday that i havent even chosen a topic for. so in order to do this lab i had to go get the data from the life sciences building because the data is in the form of photocopies of strips of paper with lines on them. anyway the data was made available to us on friday but i couldnt go get it friday cause i had to work and i couldnt go on the weekend because i had to work. so today was teh day. so i didnt actualyl know where my tas office was, but my lab group had told me that that was where we were supposed to pick up the infamous data. so im wandering around life sciences and not seeing any data anywhere. so i decide that this isnt going so well so i go to the library to try and see if i can find the tas office number on the internet somewhere. this proved to be a complete waste of time, so i ended up emailing my lab partner with the hope that maybe he would get back to me within an hour or so. so in order to kill some time i got a little lunch (or maybe i did that before the email... yes i think thats actually how it went) anyway, and then i headed back to life sciences to try the fifth floor because i hadnt tried there yet. anyway i was still having no luck so i decided to swallow my shyness and go ask my teacher.
now, my teacher is a little crazy. i think he has a deep seated phobia of undergrads and i know he was eager to get me out of his office as soon as humanly possible, but he was nice and took me to my tas office which was on teh second floor after all, with no label on the door (of course! why would they label the door? if they did that people might actually find the things that theyre looking for!), and this little adventure included a very awkward elevator ride with my teacher as i tried very poorly to shoot the shit with him.
anyway so he knocks on the door of the office and someone answers and he bolts like a bat out of hell, leaving me at teh mercy of this INSANE office that is like 20 little tiny cubicles with tas all working sweatshop style on who knows what but theres a combination lock on the door so im sure it has something to do with taking over the world. so anyway i ask my ta where the data is, and she starts chastising the hell out of me. shes all like i told everyone to get it on friday and youre not the first student to be asking for it this late and i dont understand why this is and blah blah blah. anyway in amongst her chastising i determined that she did not KNOW where the data was because she only made ONE copy for each group and so if the data wasnt lying in a box on the floor in one of the hallways of the enormous building then it was probably gone. but then, after more chastising she told me she still had the originals and that i could borrow mine and photocopy it and bring it back. so then she asks me over to her desk and starts wading through all of the originals except for one and mine wasnt there... and shes looking and looking and looking and not finding mine but she keeps over looking this one, which of course was mine. so she gives it to me finally and chastises me some more for starting the lab so close to the due date. then shes like oh yes and heres your last lab report, and pulls it out of a drawer and shes like i really liked your lab report a lot. most of the students jsut wrote a lot about other papers and didnt consider their own results enough but you didnt do that you write good lab reports, you do it properly. and then she starts giving me all these amazing compliments on my mad lab writing skills and finally gives the report to me, which she had assigned a big fat 90 to. so i was all thanking her and stuff and then i left to make my photocopies feeling very confused indeed.
anyway so i make my photocopies and then my day was more or less uneventful except for this part where some guy told a bus driver to fuck off for letting more people on the bus which was totally uncalled for, and the part where i had to make more photocopies of journal articles... i think ive spent like at least 30 dollars on photocopies this term. its really sickening how much paper ive had to waste. if i have to make one more photocopy, i think i might puke.

Losing Yourself

having never been one for looking people in the eye (a habit which i am constantly trying to get into, but constantly running into a wall of shyness), it takes a few drinks for me to get up the nerve sometimes. but once i do, it can be very rewarding. if you look the right person in the eye, its as if eternity has passed between you. as if those honey brown eyes are swallowing you like pools of warm amber and are never going to release you. and you forget what you were thinking and what you were saying and what you were doing, and that the person behind those eyes is even a person at all. and the only coherent thought that might occur to you is i wonder if there is this kind of power in my gaze? or is it hidden behind all of the sorrow and insecurity and a red pair of glasses. OR is it hidden behind all of these things to most people, but this person sees beyond all that and i have created the same eternity for them... with my eyes green-blue-grey like the sea skies, swallowing and all encompassing and never going to release the other person. and they forget what they were thinking and saying and doing and that the person behind my eyes is a person at all. it is at times like this, when this mutual moment of depth occurs that two people really are absolute before one another.. where these two people are totally vulnerable, open, and willingly so. it is not possible to keep a secret from the other person at this moment, but luckily you cant really say much anyway. and then, just when you cannot stand it for another single second, you break your gaze, or drop your smokes, or its your turn to shoot darts, and the moment has passed, just leaving you wondering if you will ever have a moment, an eternity, like that with someone, anyone, ever again.

More On My Birthday

well, i finally got my birthday photos (thanks patch), one of which i dont even remember being taken. so without further ado, the photographic evidence.

This is a photo of patch and i, and is also the one i dont remember posing for. patch had the most amazing halloween costume ever, as you can see he has grown a mustache, and then he made a tshirt that said "mustache rides, 25 cents". classic. simple but genius. in the wordes of winger, i wish i had a quarter.
This is a photo of me molesting shannon. the circumstances surrounding this photo are excellent. you see patch, who was the one taking pictures, was on all accounts, pretty bombed, and he was like "ok, chloé and shannon, i want your picture, but i want it to be good, so go stand in the corner" and we were like "ok!" so then once we got to the corner, he was like "now do something sexy" so CLEARLY my ONLY option was to molest shannon.... i had been wanting to all nite anyway.

Finally, we have the picture of chloé and clancy posing as zombies. clancy looked even more like the undead before i fixed the red eyes. now he just looks like hes a million miles away. gotta love the last hour of the nite.

Why Have An Office If You Aren't Sitting In It?

alright i made this a seperate post from the last one because the two thoughts are terribly terribly unrelated. also it gives you, my faithful readers, more bang for your buck because you get to be like, oh look, two new posts how exciting. instead of one long one which isnt very exciting and also less likely to be read all the way through. anyway so today i went to ray procwats office to get some journal articles for my invertebrate lab thats due tomorrow. ray procwat is this administrative guy in the biology department, a very nice guy with a very lot of things to do. anyway so for whatever reason he has been made keeper of the photocopies of the invertebrate journal articles and when i got there he was not there, so naturally he had his door shut and locked with all of the precious articles inside. why they are inside, i could not say, because his office is inside of a bigger office, so couldnt they put the articles in a filing cabinet in the outer office somewhere so that when he is gone we can still access them? wouldnt that make sense? i mean why do they have to be under lock and key when hes not there. especially since we can get them at the library, which i tried yesterday, but 2 of them were off the shelves, meaning someone else was somewhere in the library looking at them, which is why i was at rays office in the first place. anyway i waited around for him for a while but he didnt come and i decided that i was wasting precious lab writing time by waiting around so i left. and now im wasting more precious lab writing time blogging. terrible.

Productivity Is Relative

well yesterday i didnt really do very much homework, but i did clean up the apartment (except for the bathroom, damn do we need some liquid plumber in there) and i bought groceries. i finally decided to be adventurous and by vegetarian bacon.. its actually pretty good. i just hate it when i buy groceries though because although i save money on eating out when i have food in the house, i tend to spend the following couple of days pigging out just because of the novelty of it. maybe i should start buying foods i dont like very much, and then this wont happen. anyway so right now im eating lime crispy minis which are new as far as i know. theyre good, not as good as miss vickies lime and black pepper chips, and not as good as the dill pickle crispy minis, but theyre better than say, the caramel ones. also i have been having the most amazing breakfast drink of all time lately. matt had bought some plain yoghurt but he didnt know what it tasted like, and he discovered he doesnt like it at all, so he asked me if i could find a use for it. i certainly could. ive been mixing my vanilla soy powder with vanilla soy milk and then adding the plain yoghurt to it and then topping it all off with mango nectar. this morning i had it with apricot nectar. needless to say the whole thing really makes my day and im glad because ive never been one for eating breakfast but everyone is always telling me i should. i also realised that my entire diet pretty much consists of liquids and sandwiches, with little variation.

Why I Study Biology

man today i was walking to school, and on the way i found this leaf. it was a maple leaf. the veins had turned to orange and there was green around the orange, with deep purple surrounding it all. it looked like the veins were bleeding, the way it looks when you drop diluted ink onto fabric, and the ink finds its way along the threads, spreading out like little spidery silks or diseases. anyway i picked up this leaf and i was so capitivated. its beauty overtook me and i had such upwelling in my soul... i felt there could be nothing more beautiful in all the world than this leaf. and it is such because there is no effort in it, no intention, just the chaotic everlasting beauty of nature, of biology. i thought about all the beauty in living things, the care that goes into building a spider web, the systematic movements of ants as they collect food, the epiphytes of the rainforest as they sustain the most diverse and immense ecosystems with nutrients, this leaf. there is so much beauty i dont know what to do with it sometimes.

"The greatest beauty is organic wholeness,

the wholeness of life and things,

the divine beauty of the universe."

-Robinson Jeffers

Dear Blue Hat

i wish you were here. im so sorry that i left you in my logic tutorial classroom on that fateful winter day. you left my life as quickly and mysteriously as you entered... i should have known i never deserved you. i miss the way i could wear you four different ways, and how your velvety corduroy always smelled so nice. my brown hat just isnt the same. nothing will replace you, blue hat of mine.

Eating Out: Amit and Chloé's First Restaurant Review

Amit’s Review:
So tonight Chloe and I went to this restaurant called Gates of India to get some sweet Indian Lovin (mmmm Indian love). So we get down there, and Chloe was quite impressed with the atmosphere because it matched her clothes so well. With a table for two by candlelight, I take charge and start ordering some foods (mmmeees hungry). I start with two mango lassis, one order of vegetable pakora and one order of onion bhaji. The lassi was the opposite of sour and the pakoras and bhajis were fried to perfection. Main course consisted of mushroom sag and sag aloo bhaji with three kinds of Indian breads: poori (deep fried rotli), chapatti (lighty fried rotli) and naan. No doubt aboot it, the breads were ‘off the hook’ and the mushrooms were unbelievable. The aloo bhaji was challe (ok), but not as bad as I originally predicted. I had to scold Chloe for her illegal fork play, it is against the rules. I enjoyed the At-MOSS-FEAR, the service, the foods and the company; it was good times. To finish off the evening like always we got some good-o-fashion ras malai for dessert (I love you soooooooo). As a grant total I give this family food eatery a taiwanese plum.

Chloé’s Review:
So tonight we went to this restaurant called Gates of India to get some sweet Indian Lovin. Gut lovin, that is. Amit, being Indian had the great opportunity to show off his mad Indian skills to me, and needless to say I was impressed. When we walked in, the atmosphere was all red and gold, and went spectacularly with my outfit. Matching your outfit to the décor of a restauraunt is definitely a good omen I think. Anyway so Amit and I were given this table for two in the corner and it was very cozy with a candle, just like he predicted on the bus. He suggested that we start with these mango/yoghurt drinks, which were amazing. We perused the menu for a little while and then Amit ordered everything so as to disguise my incompetence. We got vegetable dumplings, onion dumplings, a mushroom dish, a spinach and potato dish, and three different kinds of bread. The server was courteous and swift, but I think that was a lot to do with the fact that Amit was with me. Anyway the food came and it was delicious, the mushrooms were especially amazing with a hint of spice and tons of flavour. Amit gave me grief for using cutlery because we were having a mad culture clash, me being a French food snob and him being Indian, so he made me surrender my cutlery, which was fine…. I wanted to assimilate. Anyway the food was delicious and we mostly gorged ourselves on bread. Then we had this pistachio/cheesy dessert thing and it was excellent, and it didn’t even make you feel over the top full. Finally, Amit paid the bill in a flourish of appearing like a married couple and we left, with him giving me this handful of after dinner mix stuff that was all fennel and candy and crunch. Overall, this restaurant gets a shining Phillipino mango. YUM. Up next, Mr. Noodle.

In Your Anger, Do Not Sin

Man yesterday was the most frustrating day ever. i got up at 6 for yoga, then i had linguistics tutorial and invertebrates class. class was done at 10:30, and i didnt have class again till 2:30. so my big plan was to go up to limeridge to pick up my sears order, and then come home and shower and change because i was pretty grubby. given that i had four hours, i thought i had plenty of time. anyway so i go to limeridge and i get to sears and im like hello, id like to pick up my sears order. so the lady at the desk is like, whats your phone number. so i give her my phone number and shes like, there is no order placed for that phone number. and i was like, how can that be, i placed the order. so shes like did you maybe place the order under a different phone number, and im like , no definitely not. so shes like ok whats your last name, and i tell her and shes like no we have no order for you. and im like well then what do you want me to do i placed the order. so she tells me to pick up this phone that was sitting there, which is a direct connection to the sears people who have the super computer that is superior to the computer she has which is telling her that i didnt place an order. so i get on the phone with the super computer people and they dont have an order for my phone number either, but they were able to locate my order using my address, and tehy told me it had been recieved at a different location. so i get the address from her and i got directions from the people with the inferior computer, who claimed this other place is a 20-25 minute walk. so, after grabbing a rather disappointing pad thai from the food court, i leave to go find this other pick up location. this so called 25 minute walk was more like a 40 minute walk, and given that i was wearing a tshirt, a sweatshirt, and a sweater, i was sweating my ass off by the time i got there. SO i finally get there and im like hello im here to pick up my sears order, and shes like last name? and i tell her and shes like we have no order for you here. and at this point i was ready to snap. i have not been that angry in a long time. so i was like, what do you mean you dont have one, i just went to limeridge, they didnt have it, they put me on the phone with sears and said you had it. this package is somewhere because it has BEEN RECIEVED by someoone. so she gets on the phone with sears and theyre all like we have no order for that phone number. and eventually she hangs up and doesnt know what to do. so im so pissed and everything and im like alright fine, is there a number or something i can call to make a complaint about this because im very angry and i would like to make a complaint. and so she called this OTHER sears person who, after a bit of super sleuthing figured out that the guy who took my order screwed up big time and placed it under the right name and address and wrong phone number. SO she said it had been recieved at limeridge. and i was like well im not going all the way back there to have them tell me its not there. so this other sears person called limeridge and talked to them and found it and it was there. so i went all the way back and i finally got my package. needless to say i didnt have time for my shower and stuff until after my 230 class. But on the way back on the bus i got to thinking about it, and i sort of felt liek the whole thing was kind of like God was testing my anger to see if i dealt with it appropriately. i felt i did... i wasnt rude or anything to any of the people i dealt with. so then i prayed and stuff and thanked God for testing me and for all sorts of things and so i guess in the end it was a pretty good experience. not to mention the other pick up location is actually closer to my house than limeridge, so i can get my stuff sent there next time. also, how can i be sad when i have a new pair of red shoes?????

Bonne Fete

well well well. its certainly been a while since i posted. this past weekend i went to my parents and that was good times... i saw my sisters dance thing and that was good times too. anyway and then last night was my super amazing birthday bash with my coworkers. jen was supposed to come but decided not to, and matt came for a little while then went home. anyway it was mad good times i wish jen had come she would have had a lot of fun. we all had lots to drink and there were lots of pictures being taken and i got many hugs and kisses from my mad good times coworkers. not to mention i didnt have to pay for any drinks at all. also i wore my pink pants and pink just makes everything right. anyway so then this morning i called kate and woke her up and talked to her for an hour. to tell the truth i didnt feel too bad about waking her up because we dont get to talk too often and i was bored out of my tree lying around in bed waiting until it was time for school. so then i remembered that i have dinner plans with amit tomorrow. im glad i realised because i wouldnt want to stand him up. anyway i guess thats it.