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beeeeeeeeeeep

my messenger bag was stolen on saturday night. so were two other bags, both also black courier bags, that belonged to my friends. one of them was found torn apart. mine was not.

it contained everything. my sketchbook/journal, my dayplanner (sixsixty got it for me), my passport, birth certificate, social insurance card, my leatherman, my favourite blue eyeliner, my ipod, my mobile phone, the keys to my new studio, my only zip-up hoodie (it went traveling with me and everything), and countless little things.

i'm sad, but that's life. it's frustrating and annoying and it's going to be really expensive to replace everything. also, the bank just told me that i can't get another bank card without ID, and i can't replace my ID without other ID, so i'm really not sure how i'm going to handle all of this. life is going to be rather inconvenient for the next little while.

still, there are blessings. i wanted to start a new sketchbook - i just didn't want to lose the last five months of thoughts and ideas. i wanted a new bag - i just don't have it yet. there are other things, too, but i'm having trouble thinking about it positively.

in good news, you read it right, i DID rent a studio! it's been a daydream of mine for the past month or so, ever since my roommate and i started regularly taking over the living room with canvas, paper, paints, pens, lamps, dropcloth. three of us have gone in on it and will be spending our summer creating (and drinking beer). i am so excited to have a big open space to make art in. i feel inspired just thinking about it.


(we three)

yes.
yes.
yes.


it's redmess. i don't like the striped background. i think i'll change it.

guess what?



and it feels so good.

i've been painting, painting, painting. watercolours on paper. ink. acrylic on scrap wood... i need canvas. canvases. i ran around frantic tuesday afternoon looking for some surface to paint on and found only a liberated stop sign we found in an alley on moving day. it's heavy.



some studio space would be... just overwhelmingly perfect. my roommate and i have been taking over the living room with our art, but it's so hard to have to put everything away at the end of the night. it makes it difficult to resume. (the purple piece on the floor is my most recently acrylic, unfinished.)



my head and heart are so full of love and inspiration. it's cold, cold, cold out still, hardly summer (maybe spring, unlike our spring which was quite wintry), and so staying inside with tea and paints seems like a good idea every night. i'm hermiting. i'm allowing myself to slow down and it feels right, for me, for now.



that colour is called "cobalt teal" and it's an acrylic made by golden acrylics. i need an art sugar-parent - someone who will buy me paints and canvases and soap me up when i'm covered in smudges of colour, clean me, feed me because i'll forget to eat if i lose myself in it...

all of these things seem so romantic.

painting. drawing. drinking, writing, smoking. hermiting. staying up all night... almost forgetting to go to work in the morning. coffee, coffee, coffee. red wine. the occasional foray out into the world, a shitshow, crashing hard and then starting the cycle all over again. losing track of time.

i want it - i want it all. i can't work. i am not made for this monday through friday eight hours a day ROUTINE.

what would be your ideal workload if you had your 'dream job'?
what would you do with any extra time that would allow you?

what IS your dream job?

it's june.

how can i tell? well, someone flipped the calendar in our washroom...
but the first june fell on a rainy-cloudy-grey vancouver day, after a sunny-warm may thirty-first that i spent in the park with cute cyclists, cute girls and cute children.
june in vancouver has a history of being dismal. today i wore two sweaters.

someone beautiful is painting a mural on our living-room wall.


(i just took this right now. there are girls in my living room...
my roommate wife made us supper.
wild rice, black bean homous, seitan, roasted red peppers, tomato and fresh greens in homemade chapati.
i made the black bean homous.
we are listening to belle and sebastian...)


this is me right now.
i am supposed to go out dancing, but... it is hard to do when there is art - love - conversation - food
in my house.
it is always so hard to leave this place. in the morning, at night, any time.
it's so lovely here.

do you love your living space?
why? why not?

i updated the glossoreigh again. and now it has alphabet anchors! it's getting a bit long, so if you want to go to a particular letter and don't feel like, for example, using the super handy "find" function in your browser, you can do a little of what some people call URL hacking (not actually hacking at all). just add in the anchor and letter. for example, say you wanted to look up an "h" word, you'd add #h to the end of the URL.

http://www.malloreigh.com/glossoreigh#h

see? isn't that FUCKING MAGICAL?

html is a great language!


i got my hair cut. (can you tell?)


DO NOT MESS WITH ME! I BLOW BUBBLES!


this is me before i got my hair cut.

what is something that you can do that not everybody else can do?
are you proud of that?

my friend lent me her macbook. now i can get work done and also super important things like this series of photobooth self-portraits from this afternoon.






REPRESENTIN V-GUN


my face mirrored! i think this means my face is fairly symmetrical because this still looks like me.


OMG IT'S ART

also it's spring here, i'm going to sasquatch music festival this weekend, and i get to hang out with this super cute girl all the time and maybe kiss her a little sometimes if i'm well behaved.



here are some photos of my bike.





what's love, what's love got to do with it?

so tell me:
if you were to make me dinner, what would you make me? (keep in mind that i'm vegan, but hey, you don't HAVE to make me a vegan meal if you don't want to.)
if i were to make you dinner, what would you request?

NO MORE NEGATIVE ENERGY. Indulging (talking about, posting about, raging about) my negative emotions only makes them more real and makes me want to wallow in them - I know this from experience.

I swear I'm going to start doing yoga this week.



Look, I got my bridge pierced. Photos from Lindsays' Diet.



(With Linds.)

To everyone who suggested I get an external hard drive:
Duh, I already thought of that. I have a cheap external that won't mount properly (frustrating), but my main issue is that i can't really live without the files i have on my machine. I've already tried backing up and clearing what I can, but I need at least some of my music (after all, what's the use of having it if i can't listen to it?) as well as my last month's worth of photos, all of my in-progress PSD files, and so on and so forth. My applications, as well, I'm not about to clear off my computer.

Sadly, the solution is not that simple, but thank you all for wanting to help.

I guess I got a little annoyed there that everyone thought I was so stupid that I couldn't have somehow come up with the idea of using an external storage device, so I'm sorry if I was snappy responding to anyone's comments.

I get really defensive about stuff like that.
I AM NOT A DUMB GIRL.
Did you know... that I am a professional computer-user? Yep, I make a living on knowing how to use these machines. So please, please, please give me some credit.

*sigh*

Really, I'm good.
Don't know why my line is so short these days.
Sometimes these things just happen. Weather's changing. Brain's expanding into the vacuum of space and it's oppressive, and cold. Which makes me think of tumbling lifeless from the airlock.

Someone come over and watch hours upon hours upon hours of Battlestar Galactica with me. Now! I'll make my nummy popcorn and we can drink iced tea. And maybe cuddle.

i am seriously (seriously!) getting annoyed with being signed out of sg every five minutes. i even tried changing my password but my login keeps timing out. sigh.

maybe the cookie can't save because i've got zero kb free on my little hard drive.

it's time for a new computer.
it's time to start getting some work done and i can't do that til i have a new computer.
fuck.

i also need a new lens so i can self-shoot a set.
money. it's all money.





sorry to be so negative and frustrated. it's been a weird day. i need to go outside.

things i have been doing a lot of lately...
. blogging
. riding my bike
. getting rain-soaked
. spending quality time with friends

i'm too busy! so busy. maybe not too busy. look, here i am, on the computer. i just don't have a lot of time for sg lately because i can't come on the site while i'm at work and my evenings are almost always full of anything but using the internet. there's so much love and light and sunshine in life and the computer sucks my soul, slowly but surely. i'm sorry!

actually, i should be cooking right now..! i'm going over to a friend's house for drinks and food and conversation. we're going to discuss our impending trip to the america for a music festival. i'm quite excited, i don't go to the states very often and i don't go to music festivals very often so it's quite exciting to be doing both at once. there are all sorts of junk food items in the states that you can't get here. i don't buy that crap anyway but it makes stops at convenience stores way more exciting! that, and the fact that you can buy beer at the gas station...


self-portrait after the why? show

i don't really have a lot of new pictures to share. my external hard drive is no longer mounting and my computer is chock-full so i can't even upload the photos that are living on my camera. it hurts! i need a new computer but i just don't have the money right now, and it's frustrating to know that it'll be obsolete in a year or two as well, just like this one. (my current ibook is three years old, which i guess is okay, but i spent so much! i hate money.)

meow meow. i really hope that starla and i win the multi set prize this month! but, i won't be heartbroken if we don't. life goes on, i think. i do want a hot sg to enter the kissing contest with me, though. i really enjoy kissing...

what's your favourite intimate act?
kissing? holding hands? *cough* screwing?
afterglow cuddles?
tell me.