Paper faces on parade...

A couple of weeks ago I made some masks for school. Although I was in no way successful with wearing them, some other people found great pleasure in them. (I did have success with a mask someone else made).

So here for you is my first attempt at mask making. Not bad for a beginner I'd say.

What I learned in school today...

My name is Martin Boulanger. I am 14 years old. I am in grade 9 at Dennis O'Connor Catholic High School.


Below is a picture of me with my mum, Shirley. She is from Scunthorpe which is in England. She runs the local "chippy" which is a chip truck. I love chips. And I love my mum.



This is my hero and role model Father Alfonso Guererro. He is also my best friend since my dog Shadow was put down two weeks ago. Together we get up to all kinds of crazy adventures.



These are some other people from my town including the rich man and the one black person (who is a great dancer by the way).





My dad was out of town when these pictures were taken. I will endeavour to put one up when I get one of him.

I love Fleetwood Mac and broadway musicals but am in no way gay.

Thank you for visiting.

we live out where the street ends...

where i live

to market, to market...

today has been one of those extremely rare days where, after six weeks of activity, i have the luxury to sit alone in the moldy apartment contemplating the possibiility of staying inside and speaking to no one all day. i spent yesterday at the marché alligré purchasing vegetables for the week. sipping coffee on the corner, i watched all of the vendors pack up their goods for the day while my friends pestered them for free mangos. today i have convinced myself that it is not sunshine i see in the courtyard - after all of this morning's rain it can only be a tease and i am sure that the minute i step outside it will pour on me.
we begin a new unit tomorrow - mask played. after the flopping frustration of bouffon and the universal dip in motivation and energy that occurred during melodrama, i am happy to savour these next few hours of inactivity before another few weeks of extreme innovation and resiliance beckon me.
i leave you now with a photo of my friend Rew who drank all the beer in paris on friday but still mustered enough energy to stop by for homemade pizza and dvd's last night.

you'll go to paris on your own...



Paris. Finally a couple of photos for the curious. Months late but better than never I suppose...