Wow, okay. So remember that plan I had to post a journal every week? Yeah, um. I'll try to do that from now on, maybe. In the meantime, here's some snippets of my life:
My friend Huckleberry came to visit me at university. Here's what I posted on Facebook that night:
Spent the afternoon with Huckleberry Nelson. Got stranded on a desolate island near the Kingston marina, rained on, hassled by policemen while half-naked (that was Huckle's lovely experience) while trying to steal a boat, attacked by scary spiders, nearly drowned, and in the end, helped by a kingly old gentleman who owned a yacht. Although he didn't use the yacht to help us. Selfish Carl. *shakes head* We had to swim. Several times. Seriously.
So now I'm more sore than ever, still freezing cold and almost dead. Good thing Huckle and I can cuddle tonight. ;]
I volunteered at We Day. Here's what We Day is, from the website:
"Harnessing the energy and passion of a young community of changemakers, We Day brings youth together in an unparalleled setting to show them that they are not alone in their journey to make a difference.
Within stadiums full of cheering young people, We Day brings some of the greatest social issues of today to the forefront, and – no matter the cause, no matter the issue – provides ways in which every young person can find their place within the movement to create global change."
I was a crowd pumper, which means I spent the day dancing and cheering and inspiring the young folk in my section. Awesome.
Michael and Mariko, remember that time we wandered the streets of Toronto and made amazing memories under the harsh streetlights of Dundas or dark shadows of Stanley Park, or while eating all-day breakfast at 1:30 in the morning? Or that building where I got verbally attacked by a socialist and accidentally smashed someone's drink and then we went down the prohibited staircase and ended up in the backstage room of a burlesque performance? Or that time we pretended we were ninjas and sprinted from spotlights, and then witnessed a candlelit vigil with skyscrapers all around us?
Yeah, that was last night. The art + the friends + the memories = an amazing experience.
Nuit blanche. ♥ Same time, same place, next year? (Only next time we'll bring drums.)
I went home for Thanksgiving. This is worth mentioning because it was so nice. On Friday, I was at the wedding for my aunt and uncle (I played 'I Don't Want to Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith during the wedding), and on top of witnessing their beautiful marriage, my cousins and I tore apart the dance floor until the early hours of the morning.
Then at home the next day, my family and I canoed out into the middle of a nearby lake and watched the sun go down (and then my siblings and I did it again the next night with ~marikob-k and her sister). Autumn leaves, deep red skies, still waters and the moon rising in the east. I cannot describe the tranquility. It was stunning.
And then I had the classic roaring Thanksgiving family gathering, which was a ton of fun – my extended family is superb.
I turned seventeen. Which was really nice (thank you for the many birthday wishes on my profile, I really appreciated it!). ~CityAcrylics walked through the rain to bring me some cake that he stole from someone else's birthday party, my floor mates decorated my door, another friend bought me a cupcake, and I got sang to in the cafeteria. Also, ~marikob-k got me a chocolate frog (so I now own the wizarding card for Rowena Ravenclaw), ~WanderingHere wrote me a letter and gave me a notebook in which I am supposed to compose music, and ~ProvenParadox is sending me a wooden pipe and tobacco. But hey, don't think I'm all into presents and getting material objects – I wanted to mention those because I like what they say about the type of person I am. :]
And oh, in Ontario, Canada, guess what changes when you turn seventeen! … nothing. At all. My life is exactly the same. See you in a year.
And some other things:
I fought in multiple fencing tournaments. I didn't do that well, obviously, but I learned a lot and witnessed some amazing fencing.
I got hired! My first job ever – I basically get paid to hang out with cool co-workers all night and walk people home. Legit.
I had tea with one of my professors (and yeah, I've gone to see all of my profs multiple times – I am the coolest of cool).
I attended a TEDx event at Queen's.
And there's a ton of other stuff I could tell you, but I know you don't want to sit at your computer for hours and read about my life.
The Occupy movement and worldwide protests.
I really wanted to go to Toronto – or even downtown Kingston – to participate in the October 15th rally, but I had a fencing tournament and I was volunteering at a fair trade co-op. So to sort of make up for the fact my busy life made it feel impossible to feel involved, I spent hours upon hours making this video:
And since then, I've kept up with #occupy on Twitter (like, check out this tweet) and the news, and I've gone down and talked with the occupiers in Kingston several times.
What's going on with my deviantART account.
I'm going to close with a brief explanation of why I seem completely gone. I disappeared from deviantART in order to have time to create that video, and since then all of my time on deviantART has essentially been spent on #theWrittenRevolution. Also, I am currently well over 6,000 messages behind in my inbox, and I honestly have no idea how I'm going to ever get over that.
I'm not going away, and although I disappear every now and then, for school or anything else, I love deviantART and I love being able to share my artwork and meet new people through this website. But just, yeah. Life is life. deviantART isn't everything in the world. (Nevertheless, I'm going to try to update more often so I don't have to create huge long journals like this. So good luck to me on that.)
And really, if you need more of my art, go to my Tumblr page for Project 365.
If you read all of this, you're a champ. Now go do something more productive with your time. ;]
Life is life. deviantART isn't everything in the world. <-- yeah. I've come to the same realisation recently, it's a wonderful place but it doesn't have to run your life. And it must have been more hellish for you, given the amount of messages you had. And hey, I like long journals. Sounds like you've been having a lovely time – I am particularly envious of your tranquility-autumn-sunset-canoe-on-the-lake. Sounds like paradise. 6,000 messages. Have you considered just deleting some of them? Like, the really old ones? Although I know it feels wrong to delete them. XD Stay awesome. And the pipe is indeed most distinguished. You just need a deerstalker and a magnifying glass now.
whatever you're life's totally not the awesomest, and i don't feel jealous at all. no i am not upset that i don't get to do awesome things like this what are you trying to insinuate. also, yes i had a lovely time writing my ee and i can totally understand why you're jealous of me. but don't be.
can we please totally own the dance floor of my wedding too plz. I was just looking for someone who WOULD dance...
Your life is surely made of awesome and unique experiences. I hope it will keep getting better and better. We old friends at dA are here for when you can spare some time, but as much effort as you put on deviantART, real life comes first. if only by an inch or so, so yes.
I can so totally picture you as Gandalf, with a pipe and tobacco. I would expect nothing less from Dan, also, such a noble object to gift.
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Spent the afternoon with Huckleberry Nelson. Got stranded on a desolate island near the Kingston marina, rained on, hassled by policemen while half-naked (that was Huckle's lovely experience) while trying to steal a boat, attacked by scary spiders, nearly drowned, and in the end, helped by a kingly old gentleman who owned a yacht. Although he didn't use the yacht to help us. Selfish Carl. *shakes head* We had to swim. Several times. Seriously.![[my image]](https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/308559_10150333757539706_838184705_7768460_259182441_n.jpg)
Michael and Mariko, remember that time we wandered the streets of Toronto and made amazing memories under the harsh streetlights of Dundas or dark shadows of Stanley Park, or while eating all-day breakfast at 1:30 in the morning? Or that building where I got verbally attacked by a socialist and accidentally smashed someone's drink and then we went down the prohibited staircase and ended up in the backstage room of a burlesque performance? Or that time we pretended we were ninjas and sprinted from spotlights, and then witnessed a candlelit vigil with skyscrapers all around us?
I disappeared from deviantART in order to have time to create that video, and since then all of my time on deviantART has essentially been spent on #
Life is life. deviantART isn't everything in the world. (Nevertheless, I'm going to try to update more often so I don't have to create huge long journals like this. So good luck to me on that.)
And hey, I like long journals.
Sounds like you've been having a lovely time – I am particularly envious of your tranquility-autumn-sunset-canoe-on-the-lake. Sounds like paradise.
6,000 messages.
Stay awesome. And the pipe is indeed most distinguished.
also, yes i had a lovely time writing my ee and i can totally understand why you're jealous of me. but don't be.
WHY IS YOUR LIFE SO EXCITING.
WHAT IS THIS.
Oh, I know why. It's because you're awesome. That's why.
Your life is surely made of awesome and unique experiences.
Also, I can't believe Dan got your pipe.
You're on your way to being the most epic philosopher.