the room is silly
OK FIRST OF ALL! WE (Caroline, Cheryl, Rachelle, Julia, Michela and me) ARE STARTING A CARDINAL CARTER ZINE!!!! It is a small publication with a content base of art & literature. If any students from Carter would like to submit art (eg. cartoons, sketches, paintings, or even doodles) or writing (eg. writing about your art area, reviews, poetry, original song lyrics, etc) please submit it either to us or send it via email to carter_zine@hotmail.com
When I got home from school today I was beat. I ended taking a very long nap which produced a very trippy dream. I think it was inspired by the coming Eurotrip but instead of Europe we were visiting downtown Toronto(my turf). So I was leading my posse around like a pro, walking the streets of kensington at night and looking down each alleyway to see City Hall looming in the distance, glowing. At one point i took Cheryl upstairs some random building to discover a party with tons of free candy. Well we thought it was free, but it actually had a price so being the moochers we are, we ran outta there. So then we made our way to Times Square, but it was actually Nathan Phillips Square. But I exclaimed in my dream: "ITS TIMES SQUARE! IT DON'T MATTER WHERE! ANY COUNTRY, ANY CITY, ANY TOWN ITS TIMES SQUARE!!" Which I thought was a profound notion. There were flashing lights everywhere, Rachelle was playing a violin and when a song started blaring I said "Yeah!! Missy El-ee-oooot yeah thats what I'm talking about!"*grunts* as I boogy down to a song that turned out to be definitely not a Missy Elliot song but some fabrication by my brain. Julia was dancing too and we were munching on barbecue flavoured lead from my lead pencils. "Its too salty" I said.
Tell me your dreams....<3
The Museum
so sweet so innocent, so unassuming...
BUT THEN!....forbidden lurve
rock ze casbah, medieval style
what do you see?
I see a dead bird looking at me
When I got home from school today I was beat. I ended taking a very long nap which produced a very trippy dream. I think it was inspired by the coming Eurotrip but instead of Europe we were visiting downtown Toronto(my turf). So I was leading my posse around like a pro, walking the streets of kensington at night and looking down each alleyway to see City Hall looming in the distance, glowing. At one point i took Cheryl upstairs some random building to discover a party with tons of free candy. Well we thought it was free, but it actually had a price so being the moochers we are, we ran outta there. So then we made our way to Times Square, but it was actually Nathan Phillips Square. But I exclaimed in my dream: "ITS TIMES SQUARE! IT DON'T MATTER WHERE! ANY COUNTRY, ANY CITY, ANY TOWN ITS TIMES SQUARE!!" Which I thought was a profound notion. There were flashing lights everywhere, Rachelle was playing a violin and when a song started blaring I said "Yeah!! Missy El-ee-oooot yeah thats what I'm talking about!"*grunts* as I boogy down to a song that turned out to be definitely not a Missy Elliot song but some fabrication by my brain. Julia was dancing too and we were munching on barbecue flavoured lead from my lead pencils. "Its too salty" I said.
Tell me your dreams....<3
The Museum
so sweet so innocent, so unassuming...
BUT THEN!....forbidden lurve
rock ze casbah, medieval style
what do you see?
I see a dead bird looking at me