So I may end up buying myself one of these in a couple of months..... a 72 Volkswagen fastback. It's my old roomie Travis'es car....or more like, a car he bought 3 years ago that I have been envious of since then. It's been living at Captain frank's house since then. Now travis has his third broken bone and no money. The other day I asked about the car as I saw it lovingly resting between the GMC flatbed pickup and the Judy the sailboat in franks yard, and frank told me I should buy her. I think i'll call her Olga. or Ingrid. or maybe it's a boy, and His name is Holgar. my brother gave her the once over today, and said it was in exellent condition, exept that he wouldn't trust it as far as he could throw it until we can take her for a test drive. I have always a classic car, I can't associate myself wwiht new cars, I don't like em. I mean, SHe's going to be a pain in the butt, but what a sexy pain. oh sexy little classic car, I will be the hippest hipster in hipsterville vancouver with this number. and the hippest hippy with my hippymobile hipping it to hip events in the Downtown east side so skidders can steal my cool VW hubcaps.

Yay It's snowing in vancouver!! maybe that is why I managed to waste so much time this morning being dreamy and whatnot. I woke up around 9 this morning..then colin and I had to stay snuggly under the blankies for hours watching big flakes of snow land on the worm compost bin outside on our fire escape. I love my fire escape, it's this saggy rotten wood balocony thing outside my bedroom window. I also love my worm composter, even though rats have discovered it and spread rotting vegetables all over the fire escape now. I got out of bed at 10:30 or 11, then we went out for breakfast...it is three now...so I must have been dicking around on the internet for an hour or so at least....maybe 2 hours. oh my god. I am so glad I don't have any school tommorow. oh my god what am I going to do? ARGGGGHHH!!!! ARRGHH!!!
on a lighter note, now that I have pissed away my morning,....while I was pissing it away enjoying my cozy bed, I had this really gothic dream, that my brother Brian had dug out this warren for my guinea pigs in my parents back yard, where they had these dirt tunnels and little caves all in this sandy bank...one of the tunnels came out inside our old playhouse that's full of rats now, (and also the head from the giant rabbit sculpture I made in 3rd year at emily carr). you could open the door on theplay house, and Hedwig and Billy were playing in there. I was worried that the pigs would escape and get lost because there was only about 5 cm of chicken wire as a fence around the warren....then I noticed we had one of those wire fences across the back of the yard, like the fences you would use to keep deer off your property.....but there was a brown hare stuck in the fence! I ran up to the bunny and it was all emaciated and dying, but still alive, and I was so sad, the poor bunny was stuck on the fence with a long wire stuck through his mouth like a fish hook. I tried to pull the bunny away from the fence, but the wires were so tight around his neck that I was worried I would choke it trying to pull it out...I managed to extract this wire that was about 5 inches long from inside it's mouth, and gently pulled the bunny away from the fence. "the bunny I have to take it to the vet!!" I screamed to brian. it was huge and heavy pale brown hare, all grizzled. I had a black and red tool box, so I put the bunny in there to take it to the vet, and I felt the bunny was safe in the box, I was happy because I felt that the bunny could get better just by feeling secure inside the tool box. I woke up before I could go to the vet. I felt so intensly that I needed to take he bunny to the vet that I tried to go back to sleep and take it there....maybe that is why I slept so late.
I got up and petted my guinea pigs. that dream was sad but not as sad as the one where I was choking a white weasle to death in my mom's back yard. I have a lot of traumatic dreams about animals in that yard. what the hell. I wonder what freud would say?
okay now I am going to unplug the internet...I swear. I'm doing it.

So today I was making one of many cups of tea to fuel my typing binge....and I saw the following little fellow poke his nose out of the element of my stove. little brownie the mousie. right beside me. he came up and snacked on bits of chili stuck to my stove top. I felt like a true graduate student then, with the vermin snacking on my filthy stove top as I lived off nothing but tea and chili. fortunately I had my trusty camera handy and managed to snap this picture of her. if you look carefully into the depths of my stove you can see her little eyes shining out among the charred rigatoni.