Recycle, Reduce, Reuse

Sooo, my bestfriend Bee and I just discovered our new favoured hobby: Thrift Store shopping!! Found this really cool top for $3, along with an awesome wooden-beaded necklace for $1.

Bring on the used goods!

Embrace the martians. Always.

woman I used to be

So it's Tuesday morning.

I walk into my Literature After Modernism Class 12 minutes late, only to be hit by a bag of shit. Apparently today is our Peer Review class in which we were expected to have a copy of our Final Paper's thesis, points we wish to develop on, and a sheet of points made by our T.A. I have none of the above. Not only do I have none of the above, I haven't even taken a look at the essay (mind you, it's worth 35% of our final mark). AND to add insult to injury, I've only read about 30% of the books we should have completed by now.

So, I can:

a) come up with something on the spot

(oh, you didn't know Bullshit was my middle name?)

b) be honest with my professor and ask for more time

or

c) fake an injury, grab my things and ruuuun the hell out of class.

What do I do?

Something to the tune of c). I "search" frantically through my bag for my make-believe notebook, mutter some curses under my breath, and jet to the door, down the stairs, and far, far, far away...

So when did this all start? How did Christine go from being an honour-rolled, distinguished, academically-awarded high schooler who managed to earn a scholarship for my first year at the University of Toronto to an unpunctual, careless university student who manages to still make good grades based on last-minute assignments and a whooole lotta bullshit?

Maybe it's the full time job. Maybe it's 'cause I have yet to reac

h the "student" mentality. Hell, maybe it's all the time I've been spending with Mary Jane.

Yea, that sounds about right. It's gotta be my mistress, Mary Jane...

Do you stand tall and be bold, or do you fold?...

J Cole - The Warm Up Trailer (Directed by BBGUN) from bbgun on Vimeo.

One of my favourite up-and-coming rappers ARTISTS. Everytime I hear one of my favourite J. Cole tracks, it makes me feel like you can go anywhere with a dolla and a dream ..

Politricks

As I boarded the subway to head down to school today, my eyes happened to scan over a headline in one of the newspaper boxes:

"President Obama is back, safe on American soil after a surprise visit to Afghanistan..."

It almost sounded like an oxymoron. In fact, some of the people around me may have been alarmed by my sudden laughter. safe, on American soil .

For the sake of keeping things simple, I will try not to pore into the million thoughts that came rushing through my head from that one line.

It would be difficult to argue that Afghanistan is indeed a safe place, a wonderful prospect for raising your kids in: you can let 'em run free in the dozens of minefields created and equipped by Western countries and then send 'em off to school and hope that their class isn't interrupted by a US-fired missle... Clearly, that is not my intent.

The first thought that came into my head was: if Afghanistan is so "unsafe" (seeing as how it is a war zone, the site of 8 or so years of engagement with US-led forces), and this is a direct result of the American (& co.) invasion, how can Obama return to "safe", American soil while thousands of Afghani civilians have no safehaven?

You can take any other country that is a site of armed conflict and insert it in that headline and the effect is still the same. There have been and will inevitably continue to be decades of US foreign policy resulting in a global chess game of sorts. While Obama and his goons continue to invade, colonize and support REAL terrorist regimes around the world, they will always have their American safehaven to return to. They will not have to deal with the clean up job, nor will they have to witness the toxic environments they created. In the days to come, there will be many a surprise visit. And of course, there will be many a return to safe, American soil...

the Stars

They say tonight is a great night for star gazing...

but momma, I don't wanna look at the stars. I wanna be up there, with them...

Life, I wonder...

I roll lazily out of bed, reaching for my blackberry to turn off it's harassing alarm (which has decided of aaall the days to choose Monday morning to go berserk on me). Pick up my laptop, crack open J. Cole's "The Warm Up" mixtape to get my day started.

Ahh, my day. My MonDAY. Back into the weekly routine of things. Soak in some misleading news via our good friends at CTV, select a quirky t-shirt from my vast collection, pack up a lunch void of any nutrients. Head downtown for my university classes, feign being a good student, smoke a joint or two throughout the day and end up right back where it all started- home. Make it to bed by 3:00 am after a couple hours of scrutinizing profile pictures on Facebook, entertaining myself with Twitter updates, and checking out the latest videos of "When Apes Attack" that YouTube has to offer. A sleepless hour or two tossing and turning before I finally manage to snooze off and return to the dream world, indeed, my favourite of all the worlds I occupy...

But it all hits me. Like a ton of bricks. Maybe half a ton, the impact wasn't that intense because it's been boiling up for a couple of years now. This is LIFE. This is my day to day reality. Your day to day reality. Its the same shit show, day in and day out. Or so it may appear. I've become increasingly disillusioned by my false sense of reality. Its like I've been bred to think that this is life . But, is it?

What if I were to wake up tomorrow in a completely different world- different setting, different people surrounding me, hell- different weather *crosses fingers for an island climate*... Is that life too?