I posted a look on lookbook.

I don't know if it's good or not.

when ever I go to fisgard market in china town I always end up looking for these wonderful pudding snacks that I had a couple years ago, and I could never find them. Up until yesterday.
Before going to streetfighter a bunch of us were downtown just wasting time and we went to fisgard and I found these while I was looking at hi-chews. I was quite content with my 2 bags of shrimp chips and a packet green apple hi-chews but when I found these I was EXTATIC.

The pakaging is also beyond addorible, I'm actually really aprehensive about eating them becuase I have been anticipating buying and eating these pudding snacks for years now.

I need to scan more stuff in.
This post makes the last scan post off the page.

My shirt smells like chlorine.

so tired agian.

In exactly ten days I will be in Peru.

Out of this country and off of this continent for two weeks.

I'm at home right now.
I came home, put on pajamas, made my bed then crawled in it.

Adrian was here for a while.

I feel like I'm declining.

I want to run away and jump into the sea.
I will build a house of of shells, rocks and sand.
I'll have a garden of coral and have to weed out the sea weeds.
I'll wake up with nautical sunrise and sleep with the fishes.

newts = fucked up

ps. there is a herd of ponies for sale on used victoria.

My hair smells like chlorine.
Asiatic languages make more sense.
Apparently I was 5 ft away from sketch and didn't even know.
I had fun.

things I need to do:

• Take a shower
• Call Adrian
• go to ellery's
  
• kill people

the most deep thoughts which come at 4 in the morning:

The veronicas really look like a gother version of the ikkie twins.

Today has been a nice day. I've spent the last hour cleaning my room. It's a strangely meditative experience. I kept finding old pieces of writing hidden in strange places, and notes from Tanner's. you always end up feeling renewed after it. There was a moment after I finished when I sat on my bed and thought for a moment. The sun had painted the walls golden, and my thoughts felt new and mature. When the new semester came around I kept thinking to myself "all the colours will change now," and I kept my disappointment to myself when they did not. New perspectives and colours come when you least expect it, they come after spending a day reorganizing your life and looking back at it. Death Cab lyrics...

"I think that it's brainless
To assume that making changes
To your window's view
Will give a new perspective"

my goal right now is to take at least one phicture everyday and to post it some where everyday.
Be it on here (which is where they'll probably go) or on my deviantart or even my unused flikr.

Pictures for sad children.

Wonderful.

I love manatees

マーナテエーがだいすきです。

Today the gods tempted me to be physically active.
It was so sunny and wonderful out, and I was all stoked on riding my bike around.
I need to take my cool bike in for a tune up or else ride my pink bike with fenders around opposed to my green bike with fenders and a basket around.

I also learned that biking with 3 layers on is a BAD idea, no matter how cool you look.
Caring a good few extra pounds that are camera stuffs is also not such a good idea.

I will have to train myself to ride my bike more. I am EXTREMELY out of shape seeing how I could not bike to the other side of saanichton were I used to beable to bike from saanichton out to brentwood ride around brentwood and then ride back into saanichton.

Again cory I am sorry for not being able to reach your house. It will be a fun story to tell either on here (when I am cooled back down to a normal body tempurature) or at school tomorrow.

I think I will keep with walking and stationary biking or biking up and down my road until that becomes easy.

It took me almost an hour to ride from my house to the police station in saanichton and back. *fail*

I've decided that I'm going to start writing a book.

It is important, now more than ever, to keep focus on what's important and to really buckle down.

What's important is ensuring that the last five months of high school are the best five out of all forty spent at Stelly's.

"You can't have a real job; you're an artist."

I had a wonderful time this afternoon with Carmen and Adrian.

Also I realized that I probably won't be able to post may lookbook looks unless I get other people to take my picture or I have to get way better at self portrait.

I think I'll work on the latter as well as get the former.

maybe you could use this for your lookbook?
its full sized and unedited

I posted on lookbook, I used the pictures cory took.
My wrist hurts from whisking yesterday. blah.

I enjoyed my day very much.
I made chocolate mousse, I downloaded a bunch of jazz music, I went to dinner at Laura's with Adrian.

I got flowers.

The water mark looks like a dick.

ぼくはコリです。
さいはどおでもいいです。
ぼくわおちゃがすきです。

translated it means (at least I think it does).

I am Cory L.
Age is unimportant.
I like green tea.

ぼくはエドリアンです。ぼくはねおです。ニャニャ

translated it means.

I am Adrian. I am a cat. Meow Meow.

Alex, I am sorry if you don't like this picture but I really like it.
I look adorable, this picture makes me happy.
I look so happy. :)

Flax is a blessing from the gods.

Every morning I put two tablespoons of organic flax into my smoothies.
And every morning I get my Omega-3's and 16% of my daily fibre intake!

Smoothies are only meant to be healthy. Not sugary (*Cough* Orange Julius).

I feel like some day I'm going to end up having my own TLC special.
"I don't know how I got this way," I'll say, because I honestly won't know how.
I fear that I will wake up one day and be 600 pounds.

Both Adrian and Laura were pretty bummed out today.
So after stagecraft and vocal lessons Adrian and I trekked out to Laura's house (and by trekked I mean made the 5 minute drive from school to Laura's house)

We watched some little people on the television then went to play wii music.
Wii music is a soul sucking time passing ball of fun.

" how does it feel to be 18 Adrian?" asked The earth "sort of the same I suppose" I replied. "Oh...Well Happy Birthday Then." It exclaimed.


"Mr Earth How old are you?" asked Adrian "Oh well I'm 4.55 billion years old" it replied "Oh...You look young for your age..." said Adrian.

Hugh Manatee got out of his bed. Unlike the mass majority of the population this was no small feat for Hugh Manatee. To get out of bed Hugh Manatee first had to wake up, which he was always unsure would happen (you see Hugh Manatee had sleep apnea which was caused by his large aquatic mammalian body living out of water).

"Fuck," Hugh Manatee though as he rolled over in his bed (he had not moved since 5:37 this morning when he rolled over after turning off his alarm clock which awoke him at 5:30), it was now 9:30 at night and he had not yet checked his e-mail.

Hugh Manatee at 9:43 left his bedroom. He walked (or what would be considered walking as a manatee) over to his computer that sat in the corner of his living room on a small metal desk he purchased from ikea. Hugh Manatee turned on his computer and then checked his e-mail.

Inbox (2) his computer displayed.

Hugh Manatee decided that he would check his e-mail at work on Monday (two messages were not significant in Hugh Manatee's life).
Hugh Manatee moved from his metal computer desk (which he had purchased from ikea) to his couch (which was not purchased from ikea), the couch was light blue with a large white floral print on it.

"Fuck," Hugh Manatee thought as he flopped over onto the couch. Hugh Manatee turned on his television.
"I should buy something," Hugh Manatee though as he watched the happy people on the television try to sell him some new fangled worthless contraption for 3 easy payments of $19.99.

"Maybe I'm depressed," Hugh Manatee though.

"Maybe you are," said Hugh Manatee's sub-concious.

"Shut up," He shouted yet again into his single residence appartment.

There was no reply.

"Fuck," Hugh Manatee though as he realized that the only company he kept was a company of his own, and even his own company did not want to keep his company.

"Maybe I am depressed," Hugh Manatee said (The use of I am opposed to I'm signified a more of a statement question rather than a real question), there was still no reply.

As the Television flickered the images of the happy people selling a product they had probably never used before and never intended on buying for 3 easy payments of $19.99, Hugh Manatee layed on his couch.

For a split second Hugh Manatee felt something which could have been identified as real emotion, Hugh Manatee did not know what this feeling was. Hugh Manatee mistook sadness for an itch on his rash (which he aquired from the cubucle at work).

"Fuck," Hugh Manatee though now devoid of emotion as the Television continued to flicker.

I just learned how easy it is to change to writing different languages on my computer.
For example.

わたしはジャッキーです。
わたしは１７さいです。
わたしはねこがだいすきです。ニャニャ〜

エドリアンくんはロリタがだいすきです。

I don't know if that last one is grammatically correct, but what ever, its a joke from last year.

I miss my tablet.
I lent it to Dylan on Tuesday and forgot to get it back.

I need to play and practice with it moar!!! :<

Hugh Manatee woke up. Hugh Manatee rolled over to look at his alarm clock (rolling over was something his large aquatic mammalian body did well out of water), he saw that it was 5:30 in the morning.

"Fuck," he though realizing that today was Saturday. Hugh Manatee was not a fan of Saturdays. Usually people looked forward to Saturdays and all that come with them, the weekend, sleeping in, spending time with family and friends.

"Fuck," though Hugh Manatee again realizing that he was not going to sleep in or spend time with family or friends, all of Hugh Manatee's family still lived in the wild life sanctuary in Miami.
Hugh Manatee was not fond of Miami and as he came to realize his family. During the holiday's Hugh Manatee's mother would write him a letter, each letter was pretty generically written (Hugh Manatee's mother had very little time on her hands and a large amount of people to write letters to). All the letters written by Hugh Manatee's mother read the same.

Dear Hugh, (they started)

Hope that his letter finds you well. The family is doing well, Jonathan (Hugh's younger brother) graduated high school with honours, Cindy (Hugh Manatee's older sister) is living happily down the way with her 3 children and husband. Glen (Hugh Manatee's father) was hit once again by a reckless motor boat , in his old age the wounds took a tad bit longer to heal, but he finds himself in better health than in years.
Write back soon.
Sincerely,
Margaret Manatee (Hugh Manatee's mother)

Enclosed in each letter was a picture of the family all floating together with mangrove roots in the background.

"Fuck," though Hugh Manatee, as he lay awake in the early morning (as he so often did).
"I am not lonely," Hugh Manatee said in his monotone voice, "I am happy," He continued.

"Who are you trying to convince," Nagged his subconcious.

"Shut Up," Hugh Manatee yelled in a Fuck-you-you're-not-even-fucking-real tone into the emptiness of his single resident apartment.

"No," mocked Hugh Manatee's subconscious in a very plain tone.

"Fuck," said Hugh Manatee as he rolled his aquatic mammalian body over once more.

I will not be attending Eileen's birthday party.
I am at Laura's, I am not playing DnD since there is only 1 guest spot in the new campaign and I don't have a character.

I took the photos of Jerry Lucky already. I may edit a few while I'm here, probably not though...

I feel depressed again.

http://twitter.com/hughmanatee

I had to fix the printer in the art room several times in the last little while, hence I have not gotten any work which I was hoping to get done, done.

I am also listening to Psyclon Nine. I am enjoying it.
Some man who seems to be flamboyant just hopped up the stairs and stood as if he used to be in dance, he was wearing a dark green pullover v-neck sweater, a plaid shirt underneath that and khaki coloured pants.

"

I don't know, kids.
I think I'm in love.
Like, actually.
Not like it was before where just being together is this huge dramatic thing, but the kind of love where I can go over to his place and just chill and sit and watch movies and laugh at eachother and then go and make love until it's morning and then fall asleep saying things like "sweet dreams" and feeling him kiss the nape of my neck.

It's like, I've never had someone before where we go to bed laughing and wake up smiling, where I can just sit and look into their eyes and not think about anything but just being...happy.

If love is a stormy sea, then it's not love. Maybe I've just found a safe harbor from the world.
And maybe there was never anyone like him, ever.

"


Reading this made me feel all happy inside.

I don't know what to do about school right now.
I sent off an email to Emily Carr asking what courses count for science 12, social studies 12 and Language arts 12.

I have to drop physics, it has sent me home 2 days in a row crying. I didn't bother to bring my physics homework home today because I knew I would not do it.

The fact that I can't do physics anymore or semi-complex math saddens me greatly.
It makes me feel stupid and useless.

I'm starting on my physics homework.

Today was terrible. I felt anxious and depressed almost the whole day.
Tanners and Trina helped, but now I'm back at home. I don't want to talk to anyone here.