Not Oz...

So, instead of seeing the wizard, here I am in Oz. Wait, I mean Kelowna. Koz. We had delicious soup with delicious homemade scones with (I think) nuts in them and also delicious cheese. Now we are off to the mermaid house where I will get dessert. I'm really glad to be out of Vancouver for a little while. Kyle seems lethargic. He says mmmhmmm over and over again. mmmmmhmmmmm. So that's where I am. Looking forward to watching Angels in America.



Angela in canada.

The Wizard

I feel like Dorothy in the field of poppies, wanting to fall asleep forever. That same heaviness of eyelids, of everything.

To blonde or not to blonde

That is the question. I like being blonde for the summer. But Alex says she likes it better brown. All I know for certain is that it needs to be cut, to the extent that I'm almost considering doing it myself. Almost, but not quite.

Yes, Alexandra. This is what I do instead of go to parties. I wonder about my hair and get really tired at nine pm. And crave cake. Enough with the cake. bring on the gym. Even my horoscope says so. Something about working out, can't find it online. .......cake..........

First blog

So, this is an excellent procrastination tool.

I find I respect people with actual blogger blogs more than those with those fancy newfangled livejournal ones. These are simple and basic and classy, just like fresh cotton shirts.

I should be writing a paper, or at least researching it and taking notes. Or, you know, studying for my exam. Instead I am entering into my realm of self-aggrandizing biographical writing. Fun.

April Wine is on the itunes. I want an ipod. I want I want I want. Earrings. Dresses. Personal music players. Jeans. T-shirts. CDs. Tickets to the opera and plays. This rampant consumerist bourgeois attitude... is something I accept at the moment. I guess acceptance is better than denial.