Emily, An Introduction...

Finally i have had a moment. I will write like a talk, so i am sorry if it confuses you, but maybe as you read you will get used to it.

I know i have been rather m.i.a. in the blog and the reason i am even writing now is because i am alone and i get to pick the music that makes me happy, not the music i am told to listen to.

I am listening to a mixture if my favourite songs from my favourite bands. I will mention them if i feel  they are relevant at the moment. I will describe it as lonely music for the lovers soul. Its generally classic rock, i like the country feel, the meaningful lyrics etc.

I am an artist, and have been doodling for my entire life. I try to see life through open unbiased artistic eyes, but no ones perfect. I specialize in Photography. I also really like collage. I love surrealism and Dadaism, i hope to one day fully understand and apply that way of life to mine. i still have a ways to go!! I would like to be published in national geographic. I want to be an artist. In a future post i may write about an art show i will be hosting. I sell my art and i will post what i currently have for Sale.

I love to travel. I hope to go to Europe extensively this summer. we shall see if this is plausible, since i have no money... we will see. I would like to go to Poland, Germany, The Netherlands and Sweden or the czech republic.

Yay me i got my G2. it took a while. I have a black jetta, I BE ROLLIN'.

School sucks. I love it and HATE it, i hate waking up. York SUCKS... even though i love my program. I am in Art History. I will finish my degree but i would also like to attend George Brown for Digital Photography to get closer to my photography goals. (travel photography sounds wonderful doesn't it). I am super busy trying to juggle my life and school for some reason is never my priority. i am slowly trying to change that. I am doing alright so far.

I collect jewelry. I love cats and other small animals. I love nature. I grew up on a beach. I love the water. I love to read. I love vintage stuff. I love walks. I love food.

The Spoiled Harper Tangerine Autumn

Last Day of The Summer-- Super Sessions with Judy

Harper, What a Prince.

Volt

Kidd

The Summer

Last Summer Night --- Super Session

Kidd and Me Sharing a Moment

Sometimes I am Utterly Lonely...

Even when i am Totally happy.

My Side

E-cigarette

october

My Violet Ride, 25$ from the thrift store!

Armin, my convertible

chillin'

people call me strange

the grad buildings, my view

november family trip to collingwood

strangest of the bunch

mama und papa

fresh hair fresh change

reading, thinking

waiting for my lover

my backyard my childhood

Slut Lamp

Snowy view

Harpy

Strange Little Girl by the Stranglers is my song of the Day

more later when i have more time... xx em

Why Winter Blows

This is why i hate winter:
-you have to wear clothing
-you can get frostbite (i did)
-you have to shovel snow to move your car
-your boogers freeze
-your tears freeze to your face if you cry outside
-you can't enjoy smoking weed in the outdoors for more than 5 seconds
-you can't walk anywhere far without freezing
-you can't play at the park because its all frozen metal
-you can't text with gloves on
-you have to climb over mountains of snow to get places
-you get snow in your boots and it melts around your feet then freezes again
-you can't get frisky outside without (literally) freezing your balls off
-you put on weight because you never do shit and feel like hibernating
-you can't go swimming outside
-you get sick easier
-you get overly depressed from the lack of sunlight (vitamin C deficiency..true story)
-you hate life more

Come back summer </3
-Lara Lee

Phantom of the Brampton

Hello my lovely people! Lara here!
   This weekend has been a slow and un-eventful weekend, which is why i chose to write about it. My mom asked me nicely to stay in Brampton, so i did. Brampton is probably one of the least interesting weekend cities in the GTA. You either get drunk in your home, in a park, on the bus, or at the movies. And of course, there are no dealers close to my whereabouts whilst i am in this shit hole of a city.
    What did i do all night you may be wondering? Well, Zack picked me up from work at 6:30, we got a coffee, he dropped me off at home and then he went to work. So, i was greeted by my youngest sister Kate and her friend Maddy when i walked into my house. i noticed instantly that Kate had a piercing on her lip. Maddy left, and i asked Kate if her piercing was real or fake. Of course it was real, and Maddy was the one that pierced it for her. What a lovely surprise that will be when my mom notices it. And on top of the new piercing, Abby (my other sister) just got two bearded dragons (which we named Icarus and Vagga).....my mom and dad are afraid of reptiles....another lovely surprise for them to find.
   Anyways, Kate and i played the "what do you wanna do?" "i dunno, what do you wanna do?" game for a while until we finally settled on watching the Phantom of the Opera (2004) because Gerrard Buttler is in it, and we both agree that hes a sexy, sexy man. It was a decent movie, and sparked such ludicrous comments such as "my upper lip is sagging" and "it's just a small scar...oh wait, that entire part of his face is horribly disfigured...my bad."
    I also noticed that my dad still hadn't opened the bottle of vodka that he won in one of his curling tournaments, and since my parents were out, i seized the opportunity to crack it open. i made myself a few vodka and cokes, and took a bath once the movie was over. i got a phone call while in the bathtub, and was greeted by the sound of a friend whom i havent spoken to in a while. And of course, he was looking for weed. Everyone seems to call me when they are on a hunt for the great ganja. Apparently that's what i'm good for.
   Anyways my lovelies, i have work in the morning, so keep mossing in the free world!
                                                 <3

Good Moarning !

This is what happens when the girls of 299 enjoy too much caffeine and too many bowls in the morning.

Dee Wilson here, currently in a nicely formed triangle accompanied by my friends and yours, Emily and Lara. Currently enjoying the trickster, brownies made by Emily and listening to some gay party mix.

 Just bust a move! *Dee Lara and Emily get jiggy with it* Dee thinks about pushing Lara over before she picks up the bong to take a toke, but decides not to because Lara is really awesome! DOUBTS. BANG BANG! Dee should sleep more than four hours before smoking for four hours. Word up. WHOOMP!



 KARATEH MASTER HAVE NO RULE FOR BONG !!!!!!!!!!

 BEAUTIFUL reflection with shadow, strange, wierd. cough cough. FILTHY.
no cameras. never at all. paranoia, anything we want to say, what is the point of that?
rabbit runs round and round happy.
sign of struggle, birds falling from the sky.
on a whole 'nother level right now.
fish, wish, swish
textures of autumn marriage

twinkle sunset airplanes A Poem By Emily Enns


 Sometimes, 299 Happens.

Christmas with the Crawford's

Hello all!
 Lara here again to tell you all of the wonderful and ridiculous events that surrounded my 2010 christmas experience.
   Let's start with christmas eve......

   On christmas eve I worked until 6:50pm, then was picked up by my best friend Ashley to go see my other best friend, Zack. We got to his empty house and Ashley pulled out her brand new bong that she recieved as a present, and of course, we took it upon ourselves to smoke it and name it. Since it was Christmas eve, we named this lovely lady of a bong EVE; it's not corny, it's appropriate, so shut your candy hole. Zack ditched us promptly after smoking from Eve and went to his cousins house but let us stay and chill in his house. Ashley went to the bathroom and came back into the room with a face that said "I just saw santa blowing a reindeer", but then she actually said "There is a shotgun in their bathroom". Obviously I was skeptical of this because we live in Canada, but I went to check it out anyways. There was a gun in the bathroom alright, but it wasn't a shotgun, it was a rifle, and it wasn't a real one. I explained to Ashley that Zack's dad does history re-enactments, which is why there is a fake rifle in their house. Don't ask me why he keeps it in the bathroom, because i honestly couldn't even fathom a reasonable explanation for you.
    After we were finished at Zack's, Ashley drove me back to my house where I entered to see my sisters, dad, and brother watching a movie. I go upstairs to get changed out of my work clothes in order to avoid awkward conversations with my parents while i was high, but then i got a text message from sister Abby that read: "Chas is sooooo ripped!" And so naturally, i had to go and investigate the highness of my older brother. I didn't think that he would really be much more high than i was, but i was standing behind him for about 5 minutes before he even realized i was in the room, and he looked at me with his eyes barely even open and said "hey Lara" at a speed that would make a turtle blush. He was ripped alright; him and i sat down to wrap presents with my dad, and everything that came out of my brothers mouth either made no sense or was as intelligent as poking a t-rex in the eye with a candy cane. He was wrapping a bottle of wine for my grandma, and my dad was trying to give him advice on the best way to do it, and kept mentioning something about making the top into a frill....my brother did what he thought my dad was talking about, and made some weird frill-like  thing on the top, and my dad just looked at it and laughed. I wrapped my present for my grandma (a coffee mug full of different flavours of tea, a gingerbread man, and candy cane hot chocolate mix from second cup), and went to bed to dream about sugarplums.
    
    Christmas day....
  I woke up, showered, and went downstairs to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. The first family member i crossed paths with was my dad. He had a rather long cut on his face right by his mouth, i pointed it out and asked him what happened; he told me that he came third in a hatchet fight (he actually cut himself while shaving though). We all sat down as a family to open our presents before we headed to London. My dad's first present was octagonal in shape and while trying to guess what it was, my brother threw out the idea that it might be a 3-Dimensional stop sign, because apparently stop signs are the only things that are octagonal. I got some decent gifts this year; a $100 bramalea city centre gift card from "Santa", Chuck season 1 DVD from Kate, $10 Tim Horton's gift card from dad, $25 cineplex gift card from mom, slippers from my dog and cat, socks, a nail kit, a cookie monster shirt from Abby, a poster from Chas that taught me how to order a beer in 20 different languages, a shirt from AE from my dad, and jalapeno peanuts from my mom. After presents, we all got ready to head out. My brother wore his shoes up in to the kitchen to grab something, and my dad asked him if his shoes are actual leather. My brother said yes, and my dad laughed and said that it took two whole deer carcasses to make shoes big enough for my brothers feet. Gotta love the christmas comments.

     To London!
  The ride to London to see my grandma Crawford and the Crawford family was fairly un-eventful. My sexy headphones are m.i.a. and so i borrowed a pair of shitty ones from my sister. My brother bundled himself up in what my siblings decided to call the "man cocoon", and Abby took a picture of it for facebook. here it is:

We finally got to London to 4 feet of snow, and got right down to eating and present opening. My first present from Grandma C was a large square shape, so i bet Kate $10 that it was a Snuggie. It was, and i won $10...score one for Lara ;)  I also got a $50 H&M card. My uncle Craig did the sprinkler all night (the dance move) and everyone was merry.
    We came back to brampton, and i went to my brother's house with ashley and zack because my favourite cousin Natasha was there with her boyfriend. We smoked dirty table weed scraps and watched Californication until 2am, and i woke up at 7am for boxing day hell at work.

Overall, it was a good christmas :)

   

Is it Christmas?

Good Morning and Merry Christmas my fine mawfuckas. Did you miss me? Dee Wilson here at 4:25 am on Christmas eve morning. Lawl... that just sounds completely wrong doesn't it?

Whats on my mind? I miss my cat Harper, he is the sweetest friend I have in this world and i feel guilty for leaving him this long. I miss my brethren Lara, Zack and I totally missed Michelle's birthday. I think I may be falling for a girl I've known for a few solid years.  It can be so difficult to deal with these kind of feelings, especially when you have grown to know someone so well as a friend.

Something I was once told in a conversation about relationships,love,sex and dating seemed to really stick with me in an odd way. I was told that I was too specific in what i was looking for pertaining to these things. (probably why I never get any action, jokes) I can't seem to figure out why love is so hard to find? I see many people in love so i know that it exists but.. are these people just settling on the chance of being comfortable or are they really truly devoted to their love.


They met on the beautiful jersey shore,  in the summer of 1962-65 (I'm not 100% on the year but was hoping to give you an idea) They were both early twenties enjoying a day out with a friend or roommate in his case. When he first noticed her he immediately realized her beauty and found his moment when his favourite song came on the radio. Naturally he turned up the radio, grooving to his tune of choice, the girl from ipanema, the attractive young female turned and asked if it was possible to turn the radio up, he apologized and told her that he had already turned it as loud as it would go but if she wanted too, her and her friend could bring their towels closer to the radio and share their company, and a romance blossomed. They continued to see each other although the young girl lived about an hour away. Determined, their love grew and soon they found themselves making love and appreciating each other, wanting to always be together. She moved closer and found a good job near his apartment and they were married.  As cute as I found this romantic tale of a husband and wife meeting, I found it unfortunate to know how the story ended, the love was eventually gone and after a long road of unfair unfortunate separation they said there final goodbyes as she boarded the plane home. I was told, that although they both knew it was over in that last weekend they shared, they made passionate love and reacted to each other just how you would see true lovers. As she boarded the plane they could barley be parted, tears and cries rang from the young teacher who was forced to choose her job over her first real love. As the finally lost hold of each other, she boarded her plan back to new jersey and they never saw each other again.

It's things such as these I wonder to myself when i can't sleep. He settled because he thought she was what he wanted. She was the best he ever knew...at the time. Did she ever find true love? Or was he her only real chance?

 At this point I should probably go to bed but visions of sugar plums probably won't be dancing through my head.

I think I am excited for Christmas,  I didn't get all of the things i wanted to give to other people which is really shitty. I am excited to see my sister though, and to sing with her like we seem to do most of the time that we're together lately. I am also excited to see my mom open her gift. I bought her some nice earring that i know would be perfect for her. Gold with a small clear stone, the kind of earrings that dangle so they don't bother her ears. I know that she will appreciate such a gift because she only usually gets really practical girts or really really impractical ones. Being with family has been pretty good now due to the fact that my siblings and i finally get along. God love them!

Sining off for the fact i need sleep, randomly yours at 5:14 friends,

Dee Bon QuiQui Wilson.

p.s I decided to write a book roughly based on my life called Diana Marie Wilson vs Dee Bon QuiQui, A lesson in finding yourself.

Happy Holidays from Hawaii

  The Blonde One here!

   As you may or may not know, it is  the holidays, which means that everyone has gone back to their hometowns to be with family and friends. Dee and Emily are back in Niagara leaving me to the boredom that is Brampton.
    This is the first weekend in a very long time that I spent anywhere but 299. My Saturday night was uneventful, but i did happen to write down what was going through my mind that night. It reads like this:
     A short and lonely night it was, and i soon grew afraid of zombies. It wasn't a sudden irrational fear of zombies, on the contrary, i have been afraid of zombies ever since i was introduced to Resident Evil for Playstation 1. Now, I don't know if you have played any of the Resident Evil games, but like most other zombie games, they are scary as fuck.
    So, as you see, while sitting alone in my dark kitchen paranoia started to build as i heard creaking and moaning (which turned out to be my Dad making noises in his sleep) throughout the house. Oh ya, I guess the weed probably had something to do with the paranoia as well...but lets just blame it on the Resident Evil for now.
    Anyways, what im getting at is this: Brampton fucking sucks during the weekends. People usually enjoy coming back to their home for the holidays; it's a familiar setting, you are surrounded by your family, and you eat lots of delicious home-cooked meals. I guess majority of those things are true for me as well, but this house is beginning to feel less and less like home, while 299 becomes more and more of a home to me...even though i don't live there anymore.
     At least after a few tokes i am gently rocked back into a euphoric state of mind. The Green Goddess Mary Jane always knows exactly what i need.
     What I learned today: there are no eggs in potato salad; eggs are for egg salad.
 
Happy Holidays from Hawaii!