Melons and Movies

I have a theory; if you watch a movie and then eat honeydew melon only good things will come of it. lemme give you some context:
Like three days ago I dumpstered two melons (among other things). I expected them to be a bit sour or over ripe. That's all the context you need for now.
Yea I didn't have a control group but I'm pretty sure that everyone that didn't watch a movie and then eat melon didn't have as good a time as I did when I did watch a movie and then eat melon. If you didn't consider yourself control and me and my experiences as treatment. Here's what happened:
Monday was Cinema Politica, the movie Sweet Crude was awesome, even more awesome however was running into Nat afterward, I had been carrying a melon with me all evening to share but never got the chance to. Nat wanted to find the bread dumpster I showed him last week, I was like forget that wanna come over and eat bread and chill? He was down, we doubled on the bike, stopped to dumpster some oranges and then broke open the melon when we got in. The melon (a honeydew) turned out to be the most delicious melon like ever! We tore it apart, roomies came by and we all ate and had good conversation and good times were had by all. Good night :)
Last night I hung out at home a bit and then remembered that my friend Kiwi told me she was gonna start showing movies at her house on Tuesdays. I called halfway through baking some risotto balls and said don't wait for me but I might show up. I kinda forgot about it, but ended up riding there after eating and wasting a bit of time on the internets.
I rode over, locked up and joined in watching the movie, seeing a few familiar people either came over to watch and/or lived with Kiwi. I saw down and watched Gasland with everyone, good times I ended up sitting next to Kiwi after some people left and seats were re-appropriated. Some hair tussling ensued, if you want to stun me and completely distract me from whatever I am doing scratch my head, if I could pur I would.
Anyways we all got up and ate some melon (yea now things get even more awesome, since you know melon has been eaten and movies have been watched). We hung in the kitchen a bit and then Kiwi suggested we watch some parkour videos so we did, except we was just me and her, one thing led to another and I biked home the next morning to get my school stuff and head to class. Self esteem has gone up a bit, I feel pretty happy that I'm not the only one that appreciates that I don't wear underwear...

Bad dream

I woke up from a bad dream. I was strange, here's what I remember:
we (me and a couple friends from NY) were throwing a party at a house, but first we went outside (we were in the mountains somewhere sunny with very few clouds). Outside we walked along grassy plains and the ground was steep. At one point we saw a short wide (purple and black?) cylinder that flashed a dull light, somehow I knew it was a bomb and I hit the deck a grabbed a nearby pole (what's a pole doing on a mountain?). The bomb exploded loudly but the shock wave came a bit afterward and almost knocked me off a cliff. After that we were inside.
Inside people were showing up to the party and it was alright, after wandering a bit I found a small room where a few friends were about to swim, I asked someone's parent (they owned the pool) if it was okay for me to swim naked and they were down, I swam around in this really shallow pool that seemed like it was basically a normal room with about a foot of water in it. There may have been more, but I don't remember it.
This part I remember well and it scared me and made me mad. I was biking somewhere with Ithaca (not sure how since she wasn't doubling and didn't have her own bike). We stopped on a street that was under construction and just looked around and watched a steam roller compress the ground. Shortly after an invisible rider, rode by and left their bike in the street (this was completely normal to us). A bit later Ithaca rode away on the invisible person's bike! I walked around a bit to find her and came back to see my own bike stolen (by the invisible person). I told Ithaca that she got my bike stolen and why did she take the invisible person's bike? She seemed to feel bad but didn't care too much, apparently in that dream it wasn't the first time she had gotten my bike stolen.
At that point I started to run, down a street that seemed like Ontario st in Montreal, it was night and it was raining lightly. I may have been looking for my bike, not too sure. I passed a sporting goods store and saw a woman walking out with orange and purple spandex and a helmet walking the same bike that Ithaca had taken earlier it was the invisible rider, now walking around visible, she gave me a strange look but I kept running down the street. I passed a bike rack thing (where people lock their bikes in the city) and my bike wasn't there...

feelin good

I'm feelin good, in a passive way kinda. Like being in a long car ride and even if you're bored you realize the weather and country side are beautiful and great. Kunoichi is sleeping on my lap and Benji (the cat) is asleep just to my left and I'm listening to Ghost Mice :)

Snacks, ups and knowledge

Weekend has been pretty awesome so far; nice trash (read chocolate and cookies), interesting workshops and parkour :).
Friday I went dancing at a party/venue with TKJ and Rainbow and met some cool peeps and just danced and hung out, good times. On the way home I checked some dumpsters and ended up going back with a backpack to carry shit back home :D
Yesterday was all about activist workshops part of a forum called "Got you back." Super interesting, learned about prison abolition/solidarity, some projects about safer neighborhoods in Brooklyn, and this morning a workshop on confronting perpetrators of sexual assault as a community, which was very interesting. Afterward I met up with Pines and we did some parkour at McGill, we're both clearly rusty as shit, we fell a bit and did some sloppy rolls. Pines is on the track to getting front flips which is fun to watch. I'm happy with the weekend, might go to a party tonight at TKJ's place, I might study with Barracuda, ideally both I guess...
We'll see.

Fuckin ice cream and shit

Barracuda is a girl who is cool with my roomies and is from Calgary, I've been hanging out with her on and off, Igs is a cooper that I've been chilling with as well.
Today went to class and then to the potato with Barracuda (we have class together twice a week). Igs was there and we looked at some posters posted around, one was a sorority poster and Barracuda, apparently they were having an "ice cream social" the option was to of course, crash it. It was at 8 so I took Barracuda to the Frigo Vert and the Coop Bookstore (where I got a back patch), before going home.
At home I realized I was locked out of my side of the apartments. I waited out front reading zines from the books through bars thing I wanna join. Igs showed up because we were gonna sew up her dead shoes. I climbed up the balcony and then back down when I found the door was locked. We hung in the kitchen on the other side until someone came home with the keys to let us into the side I live on. I passed Igs some brown tshirt and a patch and I sewed on my backpatch.
Later in the night after Igs left I went to meet Barracuda, the sorority didn't actually have ice cream so left handing ensued and we ate at a nearby with some forks they gave us. I ran into some friends from my first year at school and an ex, it was cool seeing them again.
Free ice cream is delicious, I started telling Barracuda the story about me and Ithaca while we walked around downtown. I realized a lot of ridiculous things I did and a lot of ridiculous things I dealt with. While we strolled we bought candy from some people dressed as fairies and I found an open bag of candy in front of a museum. Shortly after finishing the story we exchanged (more like I was offered and accept) some hugs and then rode home and shared ice cream with my roomies :D
Zine fest and two parties Friday :)

Kittens and veggies

This weekend Giggles (friend from Montreal) and I hitched west to Jardins de la Resistance on a whim, planning involved included, printing out a google map, dumpstering cardboard for sign and sewing straps to my bag to attach my sleeping bag to.
Planning? Totally unnecessary! We got there in one ride, she dropped us off right in the front yard of the farm. We walked in met people, got shown around and set up camp.
It was good times there; the first night was soccer, and sitting around a fire.
The next day was the harvest party, where we picked vegetables and shelled beans and all that good stuff. By the time night fell the number of tents had more than tripled and there were a ton of people. There was a cute French girl who may or may not have had a boyfriend, we smiled at each other a lot but not much more happened between us than that, I should get on the ball, last September I would have struck up a conversation like nobody's business. Whatever though, a few people got drunk and sang anarchist folk songs in French which was pretty awesome. Sitting around a fire with the Chaotic Insurrection Ensemble was pretty rad. What's not rad you ask? A guy promising us a ride back into Montreal only to sleep with a drunk chick and ditch us without a word, it was as Giggles put it "slimy".
Fear not, we got a ride none the less from a non-slimy though more scruffy looking anarchist (almost everyone there was an anarchist) who invited us to ride with him. The ride was pretty uneventful, mostly silence, some iPod and way more of me thinking about Ithaca and straightedge than I'd like to admit...
All in all a great experience and a super time and I even have some nice garlic that we got from the farm in the cupboard :)

Shitty house parties and good politics

Yesterday me and Domin went to Midnight Kitchen to cook up and make art for climate camp, it was pretty fun, just hanging around eating obscene amounts of hummus and playing with spray paint and silkscreens. After that I went home to prepare for this fancy ass party; see below.
Last night was kinda pretty okay I guess. We (me and all the roomies 'cept Kunoichi and one other) got dressed up all fancy and looked all fly and went to a party, but everyone else there kinda sucked, like a lot so me and DJ left and went back home. Back home Kunoichi is hanging out with two friends and we have hilarious conversations about sex and food and drinking. Left after a bit to go to another party which had fallen through so I left shortly thereafter, fortunately my roomies are awesome so we fell asleep watching some cowboy bebop :)
Today was Climate Camp, which was good times. TKJ was there, Domin was there, Rainbow was there, other people that I've seen around were there. The huge hummus pot was there with some other delicious free foods, a workshop on green capitalism, a huge tripod, a welcoming drum song, a direct action workshop, some discussions and generally a good atmosphere.
After leaving I got home to find a few people over for dinner, we all hung out later some of us went out to stores to get food I came home with some (possibly free) candy which made people happy and we had a candy party in the kitchen :)