it is terrifying when you don't know what happens next
The past couple of days have been consumed by the book A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. I have to say this is an impressive book. I wasn't impressive because of the writing style, in fact, I don't remember there being any punctuation. It was the contents that impressed me. It was brutal and scary, it was unbelievable, and it was true. I spent my adolescents reading books that were all about brutality. I don't know why, but I am fascinated by such things. I highly suggest that you read this book. I expect that you will cry when you finish. That won't be a bad thing.
I had the most disturbing conversation I have ever had with anyone. I called my grandmother to invite her to Canmore with us and she didn't sound that good, she said she wouldn't be very good company today and promptly started sobbing. I mean the absolutely devastated tpe of sobbing. I had no idea what was happening, I have never seen my grandmother cry, though I am sure that it has happened before. It took me a good five minutes of trying to get a coherent word out of her before I gave up and told her to call us if she needed anything. I was shaken. It was scary. I still have no idea what is going on.
On a happier note, my family went up to the mountains to visit my cousin Hannah today. That was very much fun. I thought that it might feel weird, I've only ever seen her in Montreal and New Brunswick, but it wasn't weird, just different, and it was fun realizing that she's not that far away anymore. It feels good.
Also, I have a job, and it sounds like it will be fabulous. It's at the art store. It means that I have to decline a better job, that is only better in fact and not necessarily better in practice. I don't like having to explain my politics to people who do not know who I am.
I might start making a yellow submarine this weekend. I had this idea for lanterns, for the folk festival. I'm going to make a yellow submarine, and I think someone [probably me] should make Puff the Magic Dragon, and now it's your job to think of other classic folk song icons.
Ready, Set, Go!
Music: Ani Difranco - Marrow
I had the most disturbing conversation I have ever had with anyone. I called my grandmother to invite her to Canmore with us and she didn't sound that good, she said she wouldn't be very good company today and promptly started sobbing. I mean the absolutely devastated tpe of sobbing. I had no idea what was happening, I have never seen my grandmother cry, though I am sure that it has happened before. It took me a good five minutes of trying to get a coherent word out of her before I gave up and told her to call us if she needed anything. I was shaken. It was scary. I still have no idea what is going on.
On a happier note, my family went up to the mountains to visit my cousin Hannah today. That was very much fun. I thought that it might feel weird, I've only ever seen her in Montreal and New Brunswick, but it wasn't weird, just different, and it was fun realizing that she's not that far away anymore. It feels good.
Also, I have a job, and it sounds like it will be fabulous. It's at the art store. It means that I have to decline a better job, that is only better in fact and not necessarily better in practice. I don't like having to explain my politics to people who do not know who I am.
I might start making a yellow submarine this weekend. I had this idea for lanterns, for the folk festival. I'm going to make a yellow submarine, and I think someone [probably me] should make Puff the Magic Dragon, and now it's your job to think of other classic folk song icons.
Ready, Set, Go!
Music: Ani Difranco - Marrow
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