canvascarcass

COMPARITIVE ESSAY

Fri, 11 May 2007 02:40:57 GMT

You are stranded, lost without hope. You can't seem to find comfort in anything except your friend. Problem is, your friend is the only thing keeping you from a safe escape. Your mind begins to race. "Far North" and "Touching The Void" poise the question "Is my life more valuable than a fellow man's?"

Both Far North and Touching The Void touch upon a strong sense of existentialism. "Is it my time to die? Or is it theirs?" In both stories, there was a contemplation by the main characters of whether or not they should go off on their own into the wild and fend for themselves. In Touching The Void, there is a part when Joe was stuck in a crevasse and he says to himself "I am going to die." He says this so bluntly, and so careless. Joe seems to look at the harder, more pessimistic side of existance.

Meanwhile we have young Raymond. Confusion is his poison. Raymond is torn between two cultures. This is still a situation of life and death, but the death of a culture. Raymond must choose to accept the Dene culture, or to neglect them and live likethe rest of the world. In finding a culture, he finds himself, which in Touching The Void, Joe neglects to do.

Both Touching the Void and Far North creep up slowly upon the topic of existentialism. Touching the Void leaves us with the question "Did I fullfill my life? Have I done what I wanted? Did I live each day like it was last? Everyday, except my last?" It's a reflection as opposed to a plan, which is what Raymond faces. With a re-born cultural identity, what is the next step? Where am I going? And ultimately, who have I become?

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 21:43:09 GMT

Fuck Livejournal.
Haha.
Except Not?
I don't know.

I needed an update, so here is your update.
Honestly...
add me on myspace
CLICK HERE

Umm..
life is good.
love is good.
food is good.

fuck.
im hungry.

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 21:58:41 GMT

my arms are heavy,
my body is heavy,
my eyelids are heavy,
and i just want to cry.

sleep my child.

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 14:00:45 GMT

TEN FIRSTS

First Best Friend: Jake
First Screen Name: lil_baby_treehugger
First Pet: A fish named Ghengis and another one called Khan.
First Piercing: Ears.
First Crush: Jake.
First CD: Aqua.
First Car: ...
First Love: No Comment.
First stuffed animal: Mr.Mouse, I still have him.

NINE LASTS

Last Alcoholic Beverage: Less than a week, probably.
Last Car ride: This morning, to school.
Last Movie Seen: Alpha Dog
Last Phone Call Made: Bonnie
Last CD Played: Protest
Last Bubble bath: A week ago.
Last time you Cried: Yesterday during lunch.
Last kiss: I dont know.
Last time you said i love you: This morning.

EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS

Have you ever dated one of your best friends: Not that I recall.
Have you ever been arrested: Almost.
Have you ever skinny dipped: Yeah.
Have you ever been on tv: Hells yeah!
Have you ever kissed someone, and then regretted it: Yeah.
Have you ever had a sex dream about someone: Sure.
Have you ever had sex: No.

SEVEN THINGS YOU ARE WEARING
1. School Shoes
2. School Pants
3. School Shirt
4. School Sweater
5. Ship Necklace
6. Pink Underwear
7. Acrylic Nails

SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY

1. Woke up
2. Called Bonnie
3. Texted Melissa, and totally almost got killed.
4. Procrastinated.
5. Procrastinated procrastination.
6. Got Dressed.

FIVE FAVOURITE THINGS(IN NO ORDER)

1. Food
2. Booze
3. Work (sometimes...)
4. Sleep
5. A Boy

FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ALMOST ANYTHING TO (NO ORDER)

1. My Therapist
2. Tommy
3. Jovi
4. Bonnie

THREE CHOICES

1. Black or White: Black
2. Hot or Cold: Cold
3. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate.

TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE

1. Participate in non-denominational genocide.
2. Play a show with Dragonforce

ONE THING YOU REGRET

1. Going to the school

nick&brett

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:40:16 GMT

boys are stupid.
end of story.

[err.not]

tech class, again.
acrylic nails.
procrastinating handing in my house design.

chillin with nick and brett.
HOLLA

acetone pt2

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:04:25 GMT

so basically,
this is my tech class.
i have basically 45 minutes left,
and i am done evrything.
i have straightened my hair,
and discussed Caffeine Pills + Exams with my teacher.

I didn't sleep last night.
HOLLAZ.

dont bother saving her.

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 03:58:16 GMT

dear dumb pieces of shit,
im so fucking sick of you.
im sick of us relying on each other.
relying on everything we thought to be real.
im sick of you expecting me to do everything, and this work out.
im sick of you expecting for me to follow through.
you always know i was a horrible person, why would you bother?
i dont care if you, 'had faith'
because you were never a skeptic.
and skepticism is the beginning of all faith.
you cant just walk in to something expecting for it to work,
and for everything to follow through if you are not suspicious at all.
if you don't question things, you will never learn anything or find anything.
and im sick of people thinking you can, im sick of people thinking im someone.
im just another stupid girl, whos caught up in everything for the wrong reasons.
i'm far better sitting by myself without you here.
im fucking pissed that i even bothered to help you.
this is far more of a bigger deal than this has to be.
but i will fucking blow this up in your face.
i dont care if you dont like my language, you can kiss my ass.
if this was a song, you could press fast forward.
i hate you, i hate these halls, i hate everything outside of them too.
there are 3 lights keeping me going.
it doesn't matter what they are, because i dont care to tell you.
because, i know you don't care anyway.
i hate you, i hate this, i hate everything about you right now.
im sick of you thinking that i was ever going to help you.
i helped you, and you still want more?
no, i was a rental.
i lack this thing, called caring.
you're hurting yourself getting involved.
im "infectious human waste", get over it.
im a wreck, im a mess, and im the best damn thing you've ever seen.
im something to break your perfect polo, dumb ass routine.
bite your fucking lip.

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 20:42:39 GMT

i can try my best to type up something original.
something new and improved.
but it's all been said.
pointing this out has probably been done, too.
get over it.

nervosa.

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 20:30:09 GMT

the pit of my stomache burns with the lack of fuel.
my head feels light, brought to me in part by my own stupidity.
my hands and legs burn from the winter, s.o.b.
i can feel my organs doing a little dance inside my body.
healthy? do i care?

this is a matter of life and death...

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 14:03:36 GMT

[tech class update]

formal exams:
JAN26/07
10:40-12:10
FSF-1D1-04
GYM C

JAN29/07
8:20-10:20
SNC-1D1-03
RM304

you should all make plans with me when i dont have exams.
+++ after exams i'm getting my industrial in both ears!
maybez?

I dont really know.
last night was nice.
slept on my floor.
intoxicatingly uncomfortable..
*intoxicatedly.

*errp*

acetone flavored.

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 12:00:58 GMT

you broke my heart in a sad roleplay attempt.
then he fixed it within seconds.
i dont care what you think anymore.
i'll stick to sitting at home with nazi's,
drinking my fucking face off.

so fuck you.

[edit]
11!!!l1ck my g45h//!

acetone flavored

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 12:00:51 GMT

photoshop.

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 19:52:06 GMT

I guess I need a life.

schitzoid.

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 03:49:40 GMT

people dont know me unless i tell them i am rebecca hood.

catherine (downtown) says:
who is this?

rebecca bruzzese
we are losing our freedom. says:
haha, point proven.

french essay.

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 03:31:55 GMT

id rather sit beside you, too.

crimes.

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 03:22:55 GMT

does anyone have a copy of this book i can borrow to read?
I have english next symester and I will need to write an introductory speech,
and I would like to have this book read in time to write my speech.

mental post it.

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 19:22:23 GMT

movies I need to download:
scanner darkly
survive style 5(+?)

dont forget, dickface.

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 18:21:44 GMT

i want to be a part of it.
the torn brown wallapaper.
the broken down homes.
the lost red cars.
and the running for my life.
i want to wake up with him beside me.
with empty bottles clanking at our feet.
i want to be a part of it, not just in my dreams

berlitz

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 12:11:19 GMT

every moment subconciously relived.
the tires, the man, the animal.
take my fucking mind already.

setteragic.

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 03:27:07 GMT

a sin i didnt care for.
but a sin that paid my debts.
a sin that fed my children and burnt my smiles and cigarettes.

cigarettes.
setteragic

SE TTERAGIC!

ITS TTERAGIC!

young hearts, be free tonight

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 03:12:08 GMT

HIM:
taboo is such a silly word

HIM:
it sounds like a different word for pussy

HER:
LICK MAH TABOO

HIM:
hahaha

fuck lj cuts. im a pure r-e-b-e-l.

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 02:47:03 GMT

2007: GOAL, 50.

25 BOOKS
1. finish Trainspotting
2. Clockwork Orange
3. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
~~4. Pure Sunshine~~
~~5. A Million Little Pieces~~
~~6. You Remind Me Of You~~
7. Running With Scissors
8. Battle Royal 2
9. As I Lay Dying
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
23.
25.

FILMS:
1. 300
2. Running With Scissors

HELP ME FINISH THIS.
FUCK.

rip.

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 02:01:31 GMT

I can keep telling myself things are fixed.
ok and put together.
but they are not.
not until I take the puzzle apart.
i know what piece is missing.
but i dont want to put it in.
because the puzzle looks better without it.

postwatercolour

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 12:06:09 GMT

dont do this to me.
not ever again.
not now.
and i resent that it happened before.
i love you so much i hate it.

{edit}

her
love is bullshit.

him
how do you know? you've never been in love.

her
that's exactly why.

"can you define strange?" "yeah, this"

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 11:53:21 GMT

he asked me to whipe my feet.
along with everyone else in my party.
we did.
on his brown mat that said "welcome" so plainly.
we went inside his office, and he gestured us to sit down.
i remained standing.
"why are you not sitting?"
"you never asked me to. they simply assumed your gesture was to sit down.
gestures are very often misinterpreted, such as if i was to make this gesture
*vulgar gesture* you might take it as i hate you, your dumb office that smells
like stale coffee and saurkraut, and your ugly tweed jacket along with it/
When really,I was just making use of my middle finger, in an attempt to explain
how gestures are really quite mis-interpreted."
The rest of the meeting was awkward.
He talked about me, what I had done, and things i would do..
which i still can't quite grasp the concept of.
Thinking ahead, i mean.
He had 47 slits on his shutters, outside and inside the window.