I'm too tired to title

I am sleepy and full of a hamburger happy meal. I am getting over a slight cold and sniffling. I am finding random reasons to crawl into bed when no one notices and nap in corners. I am warm and cold. lol I am so tired that my writing skills are seriously lacking any cohesive pattern, rhyme or reason. I think I have a headache. I'd kill for some cold fx and I think the strawberry milkshake in my tummy is slowly hardening. Curse you McDonalds, I know you're evil, I always did. What I would really like right now is for someone to say, "Hey Frankee you know that 12 page paper on the cardiorespiratory system that's due Thursday? Yeah, I'll write it, no problem!" Seriously, I would pay 100 dollars for that shit. I have a four page paper for drama due Tuesday. I am not a teribly lazy person, I just cannot for the life of me understand anything biological let alone write twelve pages about it. I hve never written a 12 page paper at all let alone on a topic I have no framiliarity about. Daunting. It's just a pile of shit to finish before my fun. God's laughing. Haha, yes you can go away but you have to stress and panic right up until the very last second. I know that it's only fair, the universe must stay balanced, I get it. One week until I see Amanda Palmer again. And this time I will meet her and take pictures and talk to her about the meaning of life or some philosophical theory about the beauty of art that I cannot even comprehend at this moment in time. I told you I wasn't making any sense.

And now I must sleep and dream before I have to face tomorrow. Yay for dreaming, I'm really good at it!

Sweet dreams wherever you are

Honesty is the best policy

I just want to say that it's really really scary when friends know you better than you know yourself. Lisa wrote this for our end of the year roast. Basically the third years bash us to hell. So I give you the honest truth, I can't deny any of it.


frankee orgasmed in bear grunts in class yesterday
frankee loves this singer named amanda palmer and has been turning into her the past two years
frankee can sing like an angel... she is a classically trained opera singer and never sings!
obsessed with phantom of the opera to the point where yep she would read erotic fiction based on it
loves sushi. frankee's diet consists of ciggarets when she's stressed, coffee and sushi
frankee wants to be in the circus as a juggler. this is not a joke.
loves lush and bathes in it
frankee has a tatoo the size of my face of a skull. want to know why she got it? because she got it half off for martigras
frankee comes from a family of 5 and her mother jenny is wacko and thinks frankee should get married and have babies. frankie said to her one day, once upon a time there was a girl who never got married and she was happy.
frankee also loves her vino but her ceasers more. sometimes we go for drives and listen to music and bitch about life
frankee has a group of friends who are all gay. they worship her to the high heavens and frankee loves all of them. u can find her on saturday night at the loop dancing with them. she will probobly marry one of them.
frankee and beth are going to get married. im the maid of honor.
once frankee told me she was going to put face paint on and steal lawn gnomes
she wasn't joking, these were her actual saturday night plans
frankee eats herfingers when she's stressed
honestly her skin peals off and its disturbing

Thanks Lis,
I couldn't have said it better if I tried.

Trouble is a friend

This is a picture of the wife and I on Halloween being silly in the cab. She was Sharpay from High School Musical. I only wish such fun, sloppy, and sexy times for all.

I want a ukelele for Christmas. Preferably a bright yellow one. The only instrument I used to know how to play is flute and I took vocal classes for years so I'm not totally unframiliar with music. I could do it. And it would be sweet. I think I'd carry it with me like a baby and play in random places wherever I feel compelled.
Lately I've been having thoughts about applying to grad school after I'm done with this undergrad business. Montreal would be ideal. There's a drama therapist program and also another about being an artist in the community that I should probablt check out. I figure I'm going to broke no matter what and from what I hear so will everyone. What's a little more broke then? So we'll all be broke together and getting by like bohemians do. La vie boheme baby, let's do it up. I'm trying to save money now, to cover travel costs but I definitely bought new jeans today and lots o soap. Oh well. Could be much worse. I'm punishing myself by staying in tonight. House to msyelf, I'll art out, read some school-io stuffs, make some tea. What a punishment. Tomorrow is Lisa's birthday party and we are going to be rockstars in dresses! Like a 50's cocktail party! How chic of us all. Girls must wear dresses and we're even going to have fancy dinner! How very grown up of us all. Pour the wine friends.
Artist plug of the day: Lenka. Listen to Trouble is a Friend. I totally relate, except I am getting rid of my trouble. It sounds sexy.
As of late I am way too happy for my own good and strangely optomistic. Right now, I am living in the right now. I'm happy about what's going on in this moment, what's coming in the next few weeks, I am letting stress pass on through, I'm confident that everything will work out for the best and the very best is yet to come. Maybe even soon to come. Maybe these feelings are brought by it's my sexy boots and fuzzy hat. Maybe it's because my skin is pretty clear today. Maybe it's because I'm letting go of old emotional weights. I'm cleaning out friendships that are one sided, I'm not wasting energy in trying to be crutches for people who could care less. Especially people who seem to be attention whores. I can't help you if you won't let me. I'm a simple kinda girl. Pleases, thank yous and I love yous make me happiest. Not rings and things. But you could always send a bar of vegan soap. I'd promise to love you forever and ever. I got a D minus in kinesiology. For some reason I find it incredibly funny. I'm going to stick it out and pull up my grade. Usually I'd run away but I'm here to stay kids, I will win this one and prove that I can do like all the jock kids do.

I leave you now with lyrics to Trouble is a Friend. makes you swing your hips it does.

Trouble will find you
No matter where you go
Oh, oh No matter if you're fast
No matter if you're slow
Oh, oh The eye of the storm wanna cry in the morn
Oh, oh You're fine for a while
But you start to lose control
He's there in the dark
He's there in my heart
He waits in the wings he's gotta play a part
Trouble is a friend
Yeah Trouble is a friend of mine
Ahh Trouble is a friend
But trouble is a foe
Oh, oh And no matter what I feed him
He always seems to grow
Oh, oh He sees what I see
And he knows
What I know
Oh, oh So don't forget
As you ease
On down my road
He's there in the dark
He's there in my heart
He waits in the wings
He's gotta play a part
Trouble is a friend
Yeah Trouble is a friend of mine
So don't be alarmed
If he takes you
By the arm
I roll down the window
I'm a sucker for his charm
Trouble is a friend
Yeah Trouble Is a friend of mine
Ahh How I hate the way
He makes me feel
And how I try to make him leave
I try Oh, oh, I try
But he's there in the dark
He's there in my heart
He waits in the wings
He's gotta play a part
Trouble is a friend
Yeah Trouble is a friend of mine
So don't be alarmed
If he takes you by the arm
I roll down the window
I'm a sucker For his charm
Trouble is a friend
Yeah Trouble is a friend of mine



OH we all know Trouble, Trouble's gotta go kids

Much love x10000!

Like you.

It's beautiful here, in many ways. November and warm. The ivy on Dillon Hall is red and gold and orange. You barely need a jacket. They are opening a new Irish pub in Windsor to replace my favourite one that is closing and my student loan came just in time to register for classes. I booked rooms for my trip to Toronto but sadly cancelled a highly anticipated trip to Jamaica for very practical reasons. On the positive side I now have a credit with the airline that I have to use in a year. So options are open. I keep playing with the idea of a one way ticket. School is going good with the exception of one killer first year class that happily raped me like no other exam. I have never flat out failed and I felt completely violated. I studied that shit too. If I drop it completely I could pick up another shift at work. You don't know how tempting that is. The one thing I wish I could change right now is that I wish I could adopt more drive and pick up more classes, volunteer more at school, and stay organized. It doesn't help when all your friends are overachievers who make me look like the biggest slacker ever. Having two jobs and going to school is nothing compared to my friends who T.A., sit on commitees, have relationships, do research, hold multiple jobs and still manage to get all As. Yes, most of them do all that. And, while I plan on taking my time with school and add an extra semester next year, they all overload and plan to graduate this year. They will do great things and I am lucky to have so many motivators.

Today I heard this song from the original version of Dr. Dolittle on a Christmas commercial. I used to watch it non-stop when I was five. That's how I learned to sing, from watching old musicals like The Wizard of Oz and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Old movies were my favourite. Anyways, I found the lyrics, they are sweet without being overly gushy. They remind me of being five and thinking everything was magic and the world was my fairy tale. I really thought I was special, I used to tell people that I knew how to fly and that I was secretly a princess. Not because I was a pathological liar, but because I had convinced myself that my dreams were memories.

THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
BUTTERFLY WINGS, FAIRY TALE KINGS
AND EACH NEW DAY UNDOUBTEDLY BRINGS
STILL MORE BEAUTIFUL THINGS
THE WORLD ABOUNDS WITH MANY DELIGHTS
MAGICAL SIGHTS, FANCIFUL FLIGHTS
AND THOSE WHO DREAM ON BEAUTIFUL NIGHTS
DREAM OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
BEAUTIFUL DAYS FOR SUNSHINE LAZIN'
BEAUTIFUL SKIES AND SHORES
BEAUTIFUL DAYS WHEN I CAN GAZE IN BEAUTIFUL EYES - LIKE YOURS
OUR LIVES TICK BY LIKE PENDULUM SWINGS
POOR LITTLE THINGS, PUPPETS ON STRINGS
LIFE IS FULL OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE TOO
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE LIKE YOU.

Like you.

Much very tired late night love