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Feb. 23rd, 2009 | 12:57 am
location: basement
mood: awakeawake
music: Our Swords, Band of Horses

I have been awake for a long time, and I will need to be awake again in only a few hours. But my mind is buzzing, with poetry and music and lyrics, and I needed to be awake to read/listen/absorb. I am dreading tomorrow's potato sacks that will live under my eyelids, and the tedium of a class about dead people, which can only be interesting if you've had some sleep.

But still, I am awake.

Reading Week is over, and I spent it as I meant to: reading a lot and listening to many new albums. I'm still behind in school, after all of the impulses towards procrastination, (which I'd thought I'd left in High School,) reared ugly heads.

I am tired, but ready to keep going. And I can't wait until the summer.

Link | sing me a song |



Feb. 21st, 2009 | 10:06 am
location: the floor
mood: groggyhung over
music: nothing

Oh my God.

I miss keeping a regular journal.

What happened? Why did I ever stop?

Whatever the reason:

I have returned.

Link | sing me a song 4 ditties |



Apr. 5th, 2008 | 09:53 pm
mood: amusedamused
music: Bob Dylan, 4th Time Around

Garfield minus Garfield.

Link | sing me a song |



Mar. 20th, 2008 | 10:34 pm
mood: excitedexcited
music: M Ward, Poison Cup

...has booked tickets to Montreal! The party is on!

Link | sing me a song |



Mar. 2nd, 2008 | 10:04 pm

felt mutely
when i waken to morning light,
nine o'clock sunbeams filtering
through my onion skin curtains,
is a poem that i have tried to utter

warm, red cheeks and itchy feet
force me from the swaddling of bed clothes,
leaving sheets of striped linen,
my hot, dry tongue yearning
for a glass of cold water

in the evening i will return,
cold and tired,
and i will swathe myself in silken folds,
grateful for the grinding hum of the furnace
and the fierce February wind against my window,
come morning
i will awaken once more
and attempt again to write the poem
titled cocoon

Link | sing me a song 3 ditties |


spring fever

Feb. 25th, 2008 | 11:43 pm
mood: awakeawake
music: The Sailor, The Album Leaf

that virus,
dominating and blissful and renewing,
which lay dormant through months of hoarfrost,
annually forces my poor, weather-beaten
and wind-chilled thoughts
into budding tips of poetry,
slightly stunted and under-grown, perhaps
but haler for their lack of pruning.

buds which long so thirstily, now in early March,
with snow still lingering dirtly between roots, on branches,
for the wild earth-smelling panacea
and dancing music
of gentle summer rain.

Link | sing me a song |


i thought so little they rewarded me and now i am the ruler of the queen's navee

Feb. 6th, 2008 | 07:21 pm
mood: tiredtired
music: The Monarch of the Sea, Gilbert and Sullivan

Things that have been going on:

-Started school again. It turned out to be much more stressful than I thought it was going to be, but also very fun and interesting and nice.
-Went to the opera last night, (H.M.S. Pinafore) and it was totally fantastic, and I think that anyone would like it, even people who don't think they like opera. Truly hilarious.
-Am trying to decide between studying for my midterm and going to Calgary on the weekend. (Am leaning toward Calgary.)

Tired now. More later. Perhaps.

Link | sing me a song |


this time tomorrow where will we be?

Nov. 7th, 2007 | 09:56 pm
mood: goodgood
music: This Time Tomorrow, The Kinks

I started to write something for this old lj last night, but got distracted by one of those marathon talks with my best friends. In said post, I mostly just mentioned my love of jammies and wool socks, over and over again. (Because it's true; I do love wool socks and jammies!) 

I've spent much of the last month working, getting to know my co-workers, and decorating my room. It's purple now, and has pretty furniture and pictures and has become the best room in the house for me (because it is me.) Also, listening to music, and watching television and being able to get enough sleep and reading good books. I credit all of these things for making me as happy as I've ever been in my life before, and difintely the happiest ever in recent years. The fact that I am consistantly in a good mood still shocks me a bit, after spending about five years being constantly tired/bitchy/unhappy/insecure/whatever, in the back of my mind. I've been feeling so good, that I actually briefly worried that I had a brain-tumor. Which shows how well I am dealing with it. After a somewhat rocky September, I have settled into a routine of contentment, which is wonderful for right now, though I'm still looking forward to January, when I'm going to start taking a couple of courses part-time. (Anthropogy and Music.) 

Things are good. This is good.

Link | sing me a song |


is barely comprehensible

Sep. 28th, 2007 | 12:12 am
mood: sleepysleepy

 Oh man, I am so goddamn tired right now that I can barely stand it. I'm also angry and bitchy because my computer was stolen away from me, while I was at work and therefore while I was unable to throw a temper tantrum at my father. (It would have happened; instead of comporting myself like a dignified 18 year old, I would have lain on the floor and howled.) 

I had a really good night last night, other than the vomit, when I went out with Caitlin and got hammered with her and ended up kicking around her apartment and watching Boy Meets World. (For the record, I fucking love that show.) She works at a bar on Whyte and it was fun meeting her work-people, and drinking and sitting around the bar after it had closed. Odd experience: We went into the Attic for a little bit because they had really cheap highballs and I had never been there before, and this very very drunk guy started hitting on us, and then made some slightly lewd gestures, and then mosied off in a fit of drunkeness. Five minutes later, he's back, apologizing profusely to me for being offensive, because he thought that I was deaf... I don't know why this would make his grossness more objectionable, but I had to tell him (in my normal speaking/shouting voice) that it was okay, I wasn't offended, I still didn't want to dance with him, etc. before he "signed" a blessing to me, and tried to help me feel the beat of the music through the table by hammering on it. He then wandered off, maybe to harass some other poor girl, and perhaps assume that, because she wasn't interested in him, she was dying of cancer, or was blind. 

I have to work tomorrow. I do not want to.

Link | sing me a song 2 ditties |



Sep. 24th, 2007 | 06:34 pm
mood: goodgood
music: Letters, Yann Tiersen

I've surprised myself today by having a very good time on my own, which I didn't expect. I ended up going for a (very short) run, and then lying around and watching Good Bye Lenin!, which turned out to be the best movie I've seen in a really long time. Tomorrow, I think I'm going to go swimming at the new Kinsmen after work, which will be nice, I think.

In the mean time, I have to go and try to my heads or tails of an incredibly difficult piece of music that I was assigned this week; for some silly reason, I thought that my teacher would go easy on me for my first week back at lessons. I was wrong.

Link | sing me a song 2 ditties |