Music: Belle & Sebastian - Like Dylan in the Movies
I had an absolutely super fabulous day. I just like noting such occourances, so that when I don't have a super fabulous day I can remember this one.
Oh my. Oh my, my.
Tomorrow is my last day of work. It will be so great to be free from looming responsibilities. It may be my last chance for the next 40+ years. [Wow that's depressing!] I'm a little sad about leaving, my co-workers are the best a person could ask for, but it's not like I won't ever need art supplies again.
I went to a camera store today. I was very inspired. I got lots of great ideas for summer projects.
I felt like a teenager today, and that's good. I had my first acting debut, and my last attempt at acting. I completed the summer institute, and I mimed buying a bunny in Spanish.
Green Tea Iced Tea is heavenly. Ida or Ira, [or something to that effect] at London Drugs makes me feel good about the world.
Today, I feel good about my life.
Buck 65 - Kennedy Killed the Cat
I am having an awesomely wicked time with my life. I have an awesome scar/bruise on my leg from my bike pedal, it looks like shark gills. Buck 65's new CD is pretty impressive. I suggest you give it a listen. After the weekend of musical overdose I've been enjoying sampling tracks from a bunch of different artists. Ron Sexsmith, Sarah Harmer, Buck 65, Thea Gilmore, etc...
Today was really awesome.
I went to school this morning. It wasn't nearly as painful as it has been in the past. I managed to seem semi coherent in spanish. We're at the point now, that we're not allowed to speak in english. Which limits us to disconnected sentences, jibberish words, and full descriptions of the class room furniture.
I stayed awake while Dr. Brown talked about something relating to a manuscript he found in Spain. Which had no relation at all, so far as I could see, to the book Don Quixote. I also managed to get through two hours of drama without breaking out into tears.
Rene finds it funny to cause the whole class to believe that we are dating. Apparently my personal boundaries mean nothing to him, being that really, we're both so gay it would never work out. Or that's what I'dlike to think, who really knows about him. So, today I got my semi regular public molestation, and I bought him lunch. I don't feel too bad about it either.
I found out today that one of my friends probably had an abortion, and didn't tell me about it, and I couldn't help her with it, and I feel bad because I think I may have actually told her that if anything like that ever happened to her that I didn't want to be aware of it. I feel guilty. I don't even know if she's alive anymore.
That aside, the day started off with a surprise chat with my favorite christian maritimer, Sarah. I haven't talked to her in at least a year and a half. Apparently she's moving to Edmonton. I feel bad for her, from Acadia to Edmonton.
This afternoon I played with Brandy in the park. She's so adorable. They are moving soon. I'll miss them.
This evening I went for a bike ride. I stopped at the drug store and mailed seven articles of mail. The girl who is always at the post office commented on my persistant dedication to snail mail.
I delivered books and videos to Vera.
I rode up and down hills, through parks, sat on some swings, juggled, bought a slurpee and 85 cents worth of five cent candy, saw some old friends, sat on the monkey bars, pedaled around an unfamiliar neighbourhood, and then picked raspberries.
I want to camp in my back yard. Anyone up for that?
I need to look up the word Ciceronian.
Here's to tomorrow, and phone calls, and being happy.
Ron Sexsmith - Strawberry Blonde
Holy shit. My life is fabulous. Who else can cry while singing along the the Indigo Girls, Closer To Fine song while parading a lantern through a crowd full of people who don't care that you a crazy lesbian singing what has come to be known as the lesbian coming out anthem and bawling your eyes out cause it's so freaking appropriate, because I decided this weekend when my "I think she's my girlfriend" ran up to me and gave me a great big hug, and neither of us really cared that my entire "tarp party" was like "what the....?" I don't give a flying fuck what anybody what me thinks about anything, because it was really really awesome.
Justin Rutledge gave me a coke... I don't think there was anything in it, and Rob McCoury of the Del McCoury band called me on my cell phone, from his cell phone, in my fathers van, just to make sure that I was okay. Then I met them all later at the hotel and they were all relieved to see that I was infact, as I mentioned on the phone, in quite good hands.
Riding my bike through downtown at two in the morning might possibly be one of the freest moments of my life.
No, I am not drunk... ...I lied.
I am sitting at my kitchen table typing this with a shower cap on my head, and under that there is a head full of bright red mousse dye. This is Folk Fest Preparation step #1. Step #2 is to pick out of outfits for the weekend. This involves quite a bit more organization than one would think. Thursday and friday are pretty straight forward. Saturday and Sunday differ slightly however. Because typically one arrives at the festival early in the morning while it is still cold, then the day gradually gets either hotter or colder, and you must be prepared for both occasions. Then towards the evening the mosquitoes come out, and it gets cooler as it gets dark. At this point, a person would want to be wearing full length pants and a sweater.
There is also a suitcase worth of junk that one needs to bring, sunscreen, fork, travel mug. The list is long, and my room is messy. I am really, really tired. I need to be doing something since I need to be up for atleast another half an hour.
I love you all.
Cat Power - I Found A Reason
 I am having an absolutely fabulous time of life. I am being social. I went on a sort of double date today. I went on carnival rides that I would have never gone near. I am adoring this life of mine. Oh I do believe In all the things you say What comes is better than what came before And you’d better come come, come come to me Better come come, come come to me Better run, run run, run run to me Better come. ~Velvet Underground
Tonight I had a party, it was surreal, and I was social. I had a lovely time. I may be re-thinking that whole "I hate people I want to be alone for the rest of my life," comment I made earlier. I think people are okay. I think humans, as a species are pretty darn interesting.
I asked someone out today, it lead to nothing, so, I say, I've tried... I've tried very hard, and this whole thing... it's not really what I need right now. Not to mention, that I barely have time to sleep, as it is, let alone date someone. So, I'm returning to my solitary life. I will bury my loneliness in art, books, and movies, rihgt after I have a party friday night.
My best friend is in Quebec now. It's weird that even though we never really saw eachother, it feels weird that she's not over at her house doing something productive. He father however, is playing his cello in my living room and I adore it. Hi Brenna, are you having fun?
I am buying into the stampede tomorrow. It seems weird that every other city doesn't have the mass tourist attraction one week of the year like we do.
I need to go buy 5cent candies at 7-11, and because the nearest one is a good 20 blocks away, I'm going to go for a bike ride too.
Oh, summer.
Today I get my shit together, tomorrow, I start the rest of my life.
this will not be me.
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i will be real
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i will look under the surface
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I will be gracefully elegant.
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i will be vibrant
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i will remain composed
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Music: Feist - Mushaboom
I am quickly becoming one of those people who needs to write everything that I need to do on paper, otherwise I waste away my time.
I'm off to buy a dayplanner... and, sigh, clean the kitchen.
Music: Annie - Heartbeat
I have dyed my hair red. It was supposed to be purple, but due to what I expect was a bizarre chemical malfunction it turned to something between cherry red and copper.
I am not liking the novel Don Quixote. I am not liking not sleeping. I am not liking that I do not have any friends. I do not like that it is so hard to make friends.
I am horribly bad at doing anything of any great significance. I am terribly at picking up the phone, dialing and talking. It doesn't matter who you are.
I am loving the work gregarious, though I am not. Summer skirts. Internet [username: justvisiting]time waster. I am loving my beater bike. Tired legs. My active imagination.
My best friend is flying to Quebec tomorrow at 7AM and I won't see her until who knows when.
Love,
Me.
The class is good. I don't think I'm going to end up liking Don Quixote though, simply because I don't ever see myself finishing it. I am, however, making every attempt.
Who am I kidding?
There has only been a completely ambitionless attempt to read the first chapter.
But I will try. I will try. I am by far the coolest kid in the group. However, in a group where geekyness is apparently an attractive quality, it isn't really helping me.
On a brighter note, I now, officially have a commuter bike. It is a piece of crap three speed that is so old it rattles when I go over remotely bumpy ground. It's pretty sweet.
Day 1. Chain Lakes, excessive water.
Crowsnest Pass.
This was hairy and cute.
Butterflyish.
Pink n' Green
I have no idea what this is.
Abandoned Camp. I'll refrain from raging about the importance of NOT LEAVING A FOOTPRINT!
Shoe Love.
Trees 1.
Trees Two.
Camera Experiment # 1
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