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Sunday, October 16th, 2005
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4:24 pm - Cross Posted on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ahora_rockets THE RENFREW.
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If you've ever found yourself in THE RENFREW HOUSE, and have journal-entries, photographs, or anything non-3D recalling, or related to your past experiences there: please, leave a link here, or send it to strictlybusiness_renfrew@hotmail.com ...I have to do a project in school on constructed-space, and so i figure a 100% objective point-o-view documentation of it's past is appropriate, and maybe-maybe in order. Specifically this project is focusing in on the parties, and other such large-gatherings, however if you have any memories, or any other essential moments you wouldn't mind contributing: they would be mega helpful, and definitely appreciated. PLUS: if you can think of anyone who has been to Renfrew, and might have something to say, please pass this link along! The more perspectives i get, the better. Thanks. -Allison
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| Thursday, September 2nd, 2004
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5:15 pm - .stilettos and slurpees.
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| Saturday, March 20th, 2004
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1:23 am - .food here smells like allison's favorite decomposing pet.
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I was huffing this bag with a half eaten croissant in it, when i realized it smelt awfully familiar. At first i yelled "Hey, Chris! This croissant smells like a rabbit!" and then i realized, after a couple more deep breaths, that the bag containing the pastry didn't smell like a rabbit at all, but rather my old pet rat Eddy. Awh... Christ, i miss Eddy. At first she smelt like cheap perfume and other ratty essential oils, but near the end, before she expired, she smelt like that: day old croissant in a paper bag FROM SPAIN.
Yeah, and now more news. Physical schtuff. No importante! My Mom and i are heading to the country side of Spain&France tomorrow. I bet it'll be full of French trees, and Spanish rocks. I cannot even fathom! -Allison (las chicas de la snuff)
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| Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
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9:37 pm - .why would the spanish do that to themselves.
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If i were to invent a language it'd be so straight forward that it'd be impossible to do things like write poetry with it. There would be no three different types of past tense, and objects wouldn't have masculine/feminine qualities either. However, it would be to the point. There would be no beating about the bush, cause beating around the bush is Saying, and WE DONT LIKE THEM TYPES AROUND HERE.
My Ma' is visiting. Family is a novelty that really is only amusing in the store. Ohhhhh... and that can be taken literally too, cause she is amusing in stores. She barely knows any Spanish, and yells what little she does in attempts to get her point across. It's usually gibberish. It's usually quite funny.
Sometimes i wonder if i'm a hateful person, or if i'm just forcing things. There are people i love, and others i abhor in a "LEAVEMYPRESENCESOICAN CEASE TOTHINKABOUTYOUANDEATTHISPASTRYIN PEACE&PIECES" sort of way. Maybe avoid those i don't like, and spend more time with those i do...? That makes sense, yeah?
I bought a wallet this morning, and afterwards was over come with the immense guilt and fear. It was cute wallet, though. It's in the shape of a Piyo-Piyo. Obviously this justifies everything. I SURE DO LIKE CAP LOCKS.
Pah-pah-patty cakes, these things really aren't worth thinkingtalking about. I'll admit i'm on the computer to listen to music, and this is just self indulgent. I won't like this tomorrow either. No, no, i'm almost positive i won't like this one bit. -Allison
current mood:  confused
current music: Boards of Canada -- The Devil Is In The Details
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| Saturday, March 13th, 2004
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11:53 pm - .
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Hey, Chris, what's that noise? Y'hear that? C'mon, c'mon onto to the balcony. Let's go outside...
It's the second day of mourning, and at 10 o'clock this evening everyone hung out their apartment windows, or stood on the street banging pots and pans. There was no rhythm to it, or collective sound. It was just the smashing of metal against metal, honking horns, and the women upstairs wailing for 20 minutes. Absolutely there is a cloud over this city, and it's presence is felt everywhere, even in our apartment. Barbara, Chris, and i have spent Friday and Saturday indoors, leaving now&then for food, and exercise. Other than that action is at a minimal. The clubs are open, the drinks are still cheap, but no one is up for a night of partying.
The accident didn't bother me much at first, but it's sinking in now. I don't like the idea that someone can blow me up, or another person i care about at a whim. I like to imagine that if i "keep out of trouble", and use some common sense that nothing like that can ever happen to me. Ah, Christ, i just gotta get over it: I'm not immortal, and i never will be.
In other news: I went to a Leigh Bowery Exhibit. I think this is the first artist i've ever come across, and really admired in an IWANTTOBEJUSTLIKEYOU(onlybetter)WHENIGETTALLER sort of way. -Allison
current music: Air -- Venus
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| Friday, March 12th, 2004
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2:29 pm - .terrorists attack.
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Everyone is in mourning here. The cheerful "Fruiteria Couple" who usually chit-chats with me while i buy groceries were awfully solemn, and quiet this morning. This is their sort of equivalent of 9/11, though. I can understand why it's hitting so hard. Madrid really isn't that far away from Barcelona, and an attack on them is an attack on all of Spain.
I'm wondering if this is getting much news coverage in North America? I got a feeling Vancouver's headlines are all revolving around Bertuzzi's romp on the ice. Of course, the terrorist attack is all that's being reported on here. Every single channel has footage running of bloody faces, and torn trains. People are avoiding the Metro, school is canceled, and most stores are closed. Aiya... and other news, i received my first junk-mail today. Hooray? -Allison
PS: There are other choices for President: http://www.kompressor2004.com/political.php
current mood:  weird
current music: Mum -- I Am 9 Today
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| Sunday, March 7th, 2004
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8:12 pm - .ringing ears, and pounding heads.
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God bless European boys who will buy you drinks, pay for your cover, and actually believe they have a chance of getting laid.
Hah, ah whoa, more haventhadthatmuchfeelingfunsince...event/time/place. Every time a club would close down someone would yell Vamos "Fill In Club Name Here"!, and we'd reply whole heartedly VALE, and jump into a cab in search of a place that was still open. Christ, over 10 hours of partying, and i quit early. C'mon, c'mon, your not actually going home are you? There's still more parties going on! No no, it's almost time for lunch. I think i'd like to get some rest, get up before dinner starts. You kids go on without me. Oh god... and they're all at least 8 years old than me, and still partying harder. Yeah, so the night life here is raging, if you've got a wallet that can handle it. The repercussions of making memories... *Prepares to starve for the next couple of days*
Some of the clubs here have the same body count as raves in Vancouver. The Ramatazz had at least 7,000 people roaming around in it. People aren't as enthusiastic, though. They're good natured folks, but in Vancouver everyone goes 1000000x crazier when you get that many people together. -Allison
PS: Microwaved bananas taste like honey steam baths, and shower curtains.
current music: Mu -- Let's Get Sick
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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2004
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6:32 pm - .more something-somethings.
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Question: Do you have a person/people in your life you'd consider a best-friend(s)?
There is a word in Spanish for someone who is single, and believes marriage = death. The word for single in Spanish also includes people who are dating, but still, it's a sort of bachelor(ette) for life. Neat: Language parallels culture.
I've been here for over a month now. Feeling at home, and in place. I'll admit i wasn't too fond of Barcelona when i first arrived. Little things got to me, like the pollution from car exhaust, lack of green scenery, and the ultra extremes of gender roles. "I am man, and will dick you with my eyes as we pass on the street." The men in Vancouver can be disgusting, but they seem saintly compared to the amount/ferocity of poor treatment you get here for being a women. Yeah, but getting used to it. Barcelona has domestic violence problems. I'm anything but surprised. Not just blaming the men, though. It takes two to tengo, and other common neatly-packaged sayings.
I love waking up in the morning, going to the fridge, and finding it full of food i adore. Feeding myself is absolutely a highlight. Shopping for groceries everyday, it's the European way. Ohhh... bananas covered in sugarless yogurt with sprinkles on top, and cooked leek with tofu-dog slices, corn, and brown rice. No doubt, i'm a glutton, but not a sloth. Been running, and lifting weights everyday. This is me wandering the edges of obsessive health mode.
Oh, and Cowboy Bebop everyday en Enspanol on TV. Yes, i've been won over. -Allison
current mood:  content
current music: Belle & Sebastian -- The Stars Of Track & Field
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| Friday, February 20th, 2004
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7:32 pm - .buildings from across the world.
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When i first arrived at my place in Barcelona i thought i was living in THE GHETTO.
Then i learned that all of Barcelona looks like this. It's the view from my balcony. The picture on the right is of the cage the kids all play in. Those kiddies are the best part of Barcelona so far. I'm going to the Carnival, and clubbing this weekend though, so potentially they could be bumped to second.
I'm getting the same "urge" i had a couple months ago. The one to quit everything, and make a mask. I've got this one idea in mind... I just need to find the time, and materials. Heh, being here has re-affirmed my love for Art, and confirmed i will NEVER PURSUE A CAREER IN THE LANGUAGES. They're putting me in individual Spanish classes, cause y'know i need extra help, being retarded and all, with grammar good & speelin.
My (new) room mate and i both strongly agree: The people in Barcelona don't smile much. Their mouths curve down ward at the edges, and you can see these lines deeply etched into the faces of the elderly. When you laugh on the street people stare, but then again, i've noticed people here stare a lot to begin. -Allison
current music: David Bowie & Massive Attack -- Nature Boy
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| Thursday, February 19th, 2004
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3:21 pm - .cause long hair and fish nets always mean sex.
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My brother writes me an e-mail about how things are at home. "All is well and dad is as crazy as ever, Ziggy wont shutup when you crumple a bag hes a homeless bum begging for food makes me want to stomp on him, but yeah." Compassion and verbal articulation run strong in my family.
The children who play outside the apartment balcony were all dressed up in costumes today. When in disguise they seem to fight twice as much. Watching violence over breakfast is always nice. The older ones are doing dance routines. Girls a shake-et-shake-it. Calculated sexuality, seriously, no sarcasm intended, my favorite, and it run rampant here.
I like Barcelona, but not Spanish. I want to make masks. Pah. -Allison
current mood:  pleased
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| Friday, February 13th, 2004
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10:49 pm - .jealous kids cant walk with me.
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Lucky-lucky me to live a 20 minute walk away from a industrial/techno/80s/tribal club.
I'm feeling obligated to update my journal, but i have no scanner to post up new artwork with, and nothing much to say. I'm in one of those situations where so much is happening that you don't feel like talking about it, because the events say more than enough to yourself. Pah, still not in much of a mood to write letters either. Vancouver = out of sight, out of mind... sort of.
I received a lovely-lovely package in the mail this morning. It was such a pleasant surprise, but i only wish i knew who to thank for it. There was no name of the sender listed anywhere, so i haven't the slightest of clues who it could be. Flowers and candy so close to Valentines Day? Why do they always have to make these guessing games so hard? -Allison
current mood: satisfied
current music: Mu -- Jealous Kids
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| Saturday, February 7th, 2004
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11:53 pm - .si, si, si senor. malibu es muy delicioso.
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I was gonna update my journal, and bitch about how jealous i am of everyone who is gonna be partying it up on Valentines, but Chris just pointed out to me that the lovey-dovey day isn't until next week. So here's my anger in advance, and a note that though i may not be single(ish) this Valentines day, i'm still spending it alone. Pah! Cheddar Cheese and Bacon in a Brown Paper Bag!
Anyhoo... I was doing some massive missing of Vancouver earlier this week. The first couple of Spanish classes had me stressed, and wondering what i was doing in Barcelona. "Art is my forte, not language. I should be in my basement, making new masks." I got past the obstacle of learning Spanish in Spanish, though. It's making more sense. From knowing only quanto, si, and que, i've come to Vancouver es tranquila y pequena comparado con Barcelona, pero la ciudad ne es aburrida. Bieno? Si, si, si...
Every time i travel i further confirm people really do love to romanticize far away countries. It isn't bad here, no-no, not at all, but i do believe Vancouverites don't fully comprehend how good they have it. Aiya, but not me, no, no, no, senor. I loved Vancouver before, and now i do even more. Vancouver is a city for people who make fun. Barcelona is a city for people who want to be entertained. It's whatever floats your boat, or sinks your ship.
-Allison
Book Finished: Perfume, by Patrick Suskind.
current mood:  drunk
current music: The Books -- Tokyo
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| Friday, January 30th, 2004
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3:27 pm - .QUE.
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¨"This place is a pedophile´s dream." There´s an Elementary School right next to my apartment. The kids have their PE class on the roof, because there is no room in Barcelona for things such as grassy fields. Their play area just so happens to be just a little below my balcony, so I watch them when i´m bored, when i´m eating, or when i´m looking cheap entertainment.
A little boy this morning had a t-shirt on that said SUCK MY D1CK across it. Laugh, laugh, laugh. How come the teacher lets him wear that? The teacher probably doesn´t know what it says. Almost no one speaks English here. I am a foreigner, and have almost completely lost my ability to concentrate. I´ll write letters when i´m able to get through more than a sentence without becoming distracted. -Allison
current music: 600 cats. MEOW MEOW MEOW.
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| Monday, January 26th, 2004
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2:34 am - .big GROSS GOODBYE entry.
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Your like getting instant cake in the face, but only because your leaving.
It still hasn't quite hit me. I just finished packing. This trip originally was all about separation, getting away from people, y'know, blardi-blar, but now i think it's more about change. Same streets, same scene, same stuff... ALLITERATION.
I had a going away family dinner at my Ma' tonight. We all just ate our food, and went our own way. Maybe 10 minutes at the table? Yeah, that's how long it usually is, which is impressive considering we never eat together. My Ma' asked me if i was gonna miss the family. I told her i'm not sure. How do you miss something that is barely there to begin with?
And what's gonna give me an achy breaky heart? Maybe no Ziggy Piggy, Renfrew House dwellers/parties, Intergalactic Dream Muffin, Stakey Stiletto's "Your Like...", Bubble-tea, horrendous inbalance... i dunno, other schtuff. Check back in two weeks to find out the real answers?
I'm leaving to Barcelona tomorrow evening. Feeling a little sad, but that could be just because i haven't been sleeping much, and am listening to miserable music, playing up on the mood. Anyways, it's time to go barry things in the backyard. I'm digging a hole, and sticking The Rabbit in it. It can't be healthy preferring machine to man. -Allison (like cold tits, and the tingly hair on their back.)
PS: BYESTACEY!!!!BYE!BYE!BYEBYEBYE!YOURLIKEBEAN!BAGCHAIR!!SANDGOODMOVIES!BYEBYEBYEBEYE!BYEHHH!HhhH!h!YOUR1!LIKEVANILLACAKEWITH!C!HOCOLATEONTOP!bYBYEBYEBYEJJjJJJJJ! ...and PPS:( FESSUP. )
current mood:  sleepy
current music: Nobuo -- FFX Piano Collection -- Unfathomed Reminiscence
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| Saturday, January 24th, 2004
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5:27 pm - .love is like brushing your teeth in the shower to save time.
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I should update my journal, and talk about the past few days. I sort of want to explain why there's a bump on my fore head, scratches all over my arms, pain along my spine, and an assortment of bruises littering my body. Oh, what a mess... Maybe recall how i've been having so much fun in a semi-psychotic-drunken-potatoe-eating-let's-rumble-and-blow-strawberries-and-talk-about-our-feelings sort of way? Mention, y'know, the circus. Yeah, kinda tempted to talk about it, but instead i'll stick to dropping vague details that probably mean something only to me, and our witnesses.
Writing is so difficult. Your like... the uppity feeling i get after barfing. I'm looking forward to Spain. 2 more days. I don't think my body can handle the way i've been living lately for much longer. Your like... clipping toe nails. Your like... baby, hunny, sugar pie, muffin face, my love lobster pinched between two pineapples. -Allison
current mood: exhausted
current music: Orbital -- Halcyon
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2004
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3:27 am - .mentally e-tarded.
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Oh! Oh! Elephant! Trying out the LJ rich text....
My Dad says to tell you guys that i'm not gonna be online for the next three days, cause i'm grounded, and i'm sorry to report i'll be missing a whole lot of nothing along with that. Christ, I won't be able to finish making the 10 rides needed for my Amusement Park (that have an excitement rating over 7.00, and a length of over 3,935feet) to defeat the last scenario on Roller Coaster Tycoon. I won't be able to waste my last 8 days in Vancouver in front of a monitor. I won't be able to update my journal anymore to whine about how i haven't bothered packing yet. List of "nothing activities" so tiny! Further emphasis to the point? Sentence Fragments!
Ohhh... sometimes i feel like the only person on LJ who's writing is as transparent as dried glue...
NOW IN CAP LOCKS: ALLISON'S HOT LESBIAN NEW YEARS ACTION:
...with Dave (talonclaw )?
Today i will have cheese with my whine, but there are still other things i just won't swallow:
- Bruises on bananas, and those stringy vein bits that should come off with the banana peal, but sometimes don't, and make you gag, and barf, and hate life when eaten.
- Run on sentences.
- How in the
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) artinnudity community Cam Whores with low quality, poorly shot, grainy, hyper pixelated stills of plain t&a tend to get more comments/compliments than the pieces with some real artistic value. Meh, who's surprised?
- Over embellished strings of adjectives.
- Meeting a boy, spending time with him, and then winding up liking 'em in that way. Oh, oh, and then, AND THEN mentioning it on Live Journal! SICK! Since when do i show sustaining interest in someone, and socialize with that same person more than once a week? Yeah, you feel smug, Amy. This is so... un-me the last 2 years of my life. Change is good though, especially when things will just revert back to normal in the next week, cause your in another country, and cursing anyone who's in your life for more than 5 minutes.
To whom it may concern: New e-mail addy... something_snazzy@hotmail.com ...can you believe there are people out there who had already taken "banana_frog" and all it's alternatives that dont end in 69, or 2004? I'm ditching the old account soon. Too much spam. -Allison
current mood: amused
current music: Miss Kittin & The Hacker -- Frank Sinatra
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2004
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3:18 pm - .hey allison, what's brock's goal in life? to open his eyes.
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My brother just had his wisdom teeth pulled out. He's so much more pleasant to hang around when he's down on T3's. He keeps on making bad jokes (most them revolving around Pokemon), and asking if i'll watch movies with him. (;_;) Happy tears! My little brother actually wants to spend time with me, and is so generous with his prescription!
Going to the doctor today. Gonna confirm a suspicion. Part of me is hoping i've got the sickness. I can deal with something being wrong with me, but the tension of not knowing what's going on, and not being able to move on to the stage of acceptance is too much. -Allison
current mood: calm
current music: Bjork -- So Broken
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| Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
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12:55 am - .since when is there such thing as a favorite poison.
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Allison is stressed out. She's leaving for Barcelona in less than two weeks, and there are still essential ends hanging loose, along with other un-pleasantries. Ugh. Would you like cheese with your whine?
No thanks, no thank, no diary products for me... There are positive sides to being strung out, though. Everyone else's stress becomes 10000x more gut wrenching hilarious when i get anxious. My Dad was doing his usual yelling routine today, and rather then get upset over it i just had a laughing fit instead. His stress is always so irrelevant. Hey, my stress is so irrelevant. This is irrelevant. How humorous!
Life's being off again. Everything the last month has been horrendously blurry and distant. I'd say i feel ultra out of control and disorientated lately, but i'm not even trying to get a handle on anything, so whatever way i'm spinning is probably the place i should naturally be flowing to. I guess i could try to get a grip on things, but i get the feeling that'd just be doing the "Trying to swim up stream" thing.
Heh, whoa. Looking over this i can see myself talking my way out of stress. Neat. In other news: I really like squirrels, and ducks, and baby seals, and teeny-tiny (dead) squids, and muffins! -Allison
Book Finished: Generation X, by Douglas Coupland.
current music: Manitoba -- Skunks
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| Thursday, January 8th, 2004
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3:22 am - .not so much THE SICKNESS, or something.
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Lisa (electriczeal) and i have been jamming lately. I'm new to the game of improvisation, so naturally, in the most unnatural way, it's awkward. I'm so used to learning things technically through reading books, and studying sheets. I'm like ex-lax when trying to feel my way through music, so slopey. But i've been practicing, and trying to be less... incompetent.
I've started socializing again. Getting to know people (better). Worst timing in the world too. Makes me wanna stay in Vancouver. Of course i'm not going to, though. This trip is something i have to do, and i know i'll have a rootin' tootin' time once i get there. Aiya, all this really means is i'll have to give out way more missy-kissies and hugs before i board the plane.
Holes Are Traps.
Mediums: Pencil, Pen, and Watercolor.
I was thinking of changing my name in Spain, just for the fun of it. When i was a kid i wanted to be called "Dino" (pronounced "dee-no") cause Dinosaurs were totally Elephant. Maybe i'll do that, take on the alias Dino while away. Either that, or Goat. It's a great word when you separate it from the meaning. Yeah, i'll be Goat, or Dino. Decisions, decisions, decisions... -Allison
PS: Dear Princess Lurker-Face, i had a lovely time this evening.
current mood: wonky(times)nosleep(squared) =
current music: K-OS -- Heaven Only Knows
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| Saturday, January 3rd, 2004
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5:07 pm - .suffocation isn't what it used to be.
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The tongue is a tool, and should be used in moderation, with precision, and care. When someone tries to ram that muscle down your throat, don't worry, it's just their way of telling you they have poor technique. Agree or disagree: a good kiss consists of a lot of lip, with just a taste of tongue.
I'm gonna make a blanket, but have the cover of it be a canvas. Medium: Fabric! Never made a blanket before... not sure where to start... should be quite a task. Dunno whether i should take the difficult route, and make it a simplified rendition of a picture, or go cheap and just do a Banana Frog in La-La-Land.
Ever meet people who are so much more emotional then you are that they make you feel like a robot? Oh, cheddar cheese and bacon... i got feelings, but not on my sleeve. -Allison
Note: In the next two weeks i want all scores settled. People who owe me money, cds, or hot dicking: i'm coming after you. People who i owe clothing, movies, and other assortments of free junk: let's get something figured out. You know who you are. Make it easy on me, and tell me when your available, cause i'm up for anything, except for Wednesdays from 2-6. I'll be at Spartacus then, but if you wanna stop by to do a drop-off/pick-up there that'd be ultra convenient.
current mood: wonky
current music: Outkast - SpottieOttieDopaliscious
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