Music: Blur - Caravan

So, I am in Montreal. Sorry about not updating. It's not that I haven't had the time, the computer wasn't letting me sign in the past couple of days.

I am having a fabulous time here. Part of me never wants to leave, and part of me is screaming that I could never really live here anyway.

I saw my other cousin yesterday and he tried his best to get me falling down in the road dunk [and I did drink more last night than I have in recent memory.] and took me to a drag show. It was really cool cause someone would be dancing on stage and he would say "I made that outfit!" That guy is crazy talented.

There are so many things I want to do with my year off. I am keeping lists, cause it's going to be at least another month until I get to do most of them.

I seem to be getting along with everyone, which is nice. Apparently the roommate is always in a bad mood these days, cause her girlfriend just left for two months, but I don't seem to find her grumpy, she even made me dinner last night.

I've already wasted too much time this morning. I will update on the weekend.

Love.

Musc: Feist - One Evening

Oh Montreal. Dude. Sweet. So I am here. I had the mandatory culture shock yesterday and today was fabulous. It is raining, alternating between misting and pouring buckets. I walked alllll along St. Catherines St. this afternoon. This morning did not exist because I finally slept past noon. Last night was all about girls and dancing.

I am having a fabulous time, all the invisible pieces of my life are revealing themselves. Apparently I didn't just want a holiday when I said I have to take a year off to figure out what exactly I need to do next. I am a bit worried that I'll get distracted and a year off will tune into three or so, and then everyone who is so thrilled about my decision to take a year off will look upon me with scorn. But, you know what? I don't care.

Life is sweet.

Music: Beck - Odelay

If it's in Toronto, I've seen it, or at the very least, I feel like I've seen it. The good news is that I'm meticulously jotting it all down in my note book. The bad news is that I won't be able to process the notes, match up pictures, and make sense out of this crazy adventure for at least a week and a half.

The good thing about going to so many thrif stores, is that eventually you find something awesome, cheap.

I need to buy moleskin.

Love.

So in the interest of you all not forgetting me while I'm away, I'm going to do my best to keep you up to date. I wish I could say that I'm furiously writing everything down in my note book, but frankly there hasn't been time. For example, today I was awoken from a dream [involving me, my couisn emily, my cousin hannah and my cousin nicole, trying to figure out how I could get to Montreal faster, so that I could get to N.B. faster. Is this my subconscious talking? Probably, but I'm going to ignore it]It was about 9:00am, the sun was shining, and we were off to my aunts interpretive dance/performing workshop and a place here in Toronto called the Distillery. My aunt worked her bottom off while I wandered in and out of various art gallery's, ate a large chocolate chip cookie, and an iced apple cider. Then, we drove downtown to the Ryerson area, looked around, had FABULOUS best of my life, Thai food for lunch, wandered through Sam the Record mans, MASSIVE store, through the Eaton's centre, to a church, back to the car, then we proceded to drive who knows where to two different goodwill stores and a... another kind of second hand store. I bought a bootleg original copy of a Arlene Bishop EP, then we went grocery shopping came home and made dinner. Now I am catching up on my correspondance, as is my aunt, and in a few minutes we will switch, I'll get the phone and she, the computer.

Tomorrow, we're sleeping in and leaving at nine for some sort of dance thing, then on to a market? cabbage town? I'm in sheep mode, can you tell?

I'm taking lots of pictures, particularly of my aunts apartment, which is particularly artistic and fabulous. At this very moment I can hear waves and it's great.

Now I'm off to crash. Adios. I love you all.

Cape Meares, Oregon, 2005

Life is weird right now. I'm neither here nor there. I am sick. I loathe packing. I feel like I am a musician going on a very long tour. How does one pack for two months on the road? I think, life is going to be very exciting as of Wednesday. Things are pretty good though, sore throats aside.

I've also been flying my kite a lot recently. I think kite flying might be one of my favorite activities.

Music: Sigur Ros - Staralfur

I keep telling myself that it's because I don't have an organizer. My life is a mess. Without a little book to write absolutely every thought I have I'm a catastrophy. I was born into chaos. It's not my fault.

On the othersideoflife. Life is fabulous. I'm calm, I can deal with anything. Really, try me, anything. I seem to be taking quite well to my new life philosophy. It seems like a good thing so far. My family spins out of control around me and I am silent, still, breathing inandout. inandout. Life goes on.

So I plan my escape, we all are secretly, bidding time untill we're out. We all want to be out. I don't know where we're going, but I hope it's somewhere safe.

Love.