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[22 Oct 2009|05:27pm] |
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My grannie is visiting so I spent a day and a night at my folks house distorting my perception of reality by watching MTV and looking at people's facebook pages the whole time, because there's isn't much else to do there. I certainly can't spend 36 hours eating perogies and talking to my grannie about "Gene" the wacky old mennonite bag lady who lives in her building and takes photos (which means I must be interested) of flowers. I really love my grandma but she is difficult to relate to. Every time I watch an episode of "The Hills" or waste time on facebook or wherever, I end up feeling dirty and like I need a shower. I completely understand why all the 16 year olds I overhear on the train are entirely ineffective human beings if that's the sort of thing they're subjecting themselves to on a highly regular basis. I don't have cable at home, I have instruments and pens and far too much learning to do, it feels real.
About four or five months ago I started taking birth control and it fucked me up like a sinking ship. I stopped taking the pills after the first month because I was so sick... but the leftover hormones are still wreaking havoc on my poor defenseless bod. The morning before I went to my parents house, Joey left for work and I completely lost my socket. I was crying so hard that I was choking and couldn't breath and the snot was ...incomprehensible. I felt awful, but it was entirely beyond my control. It's been getting better (before, every time my period came I was bed-ridden for days and would puke and bleed my guts out) since there aren't too many physical manifestations any more, but that PMS is just totally bonk-town. I was thinking about doing a cleanse?
A few days ago I came home to a locked door. We have one window without a screen that is always unlocked but it's at least twelve feet off the ground, Joey can climb up there just by piling our 6 patio chairs up and then climbing the rest of the way. I, however, have absolutely no upper body strength so instead of being able to pull myself up through the window, I become unceremoniously stuck at my waist dangling in mid air next to a very busy road where I'm sure I entertained the masses. After I clambered down and regathered myself, I managed to get the chairs stacked hap-hazardly atop a rusty old table, right after I climbed to the top, everything started to disagree with me and shake so I grabbed the cabinet within reach of the window and without any regard for my limbs, yanked with all my might and toppled onto my kitchen floor. I am now covered in so many ridiculous bruises...
Last night, Joey and I had our regular couples get together with Chelsee and Colin. We watched a scary movie, drank wine, looked at nostalgic movie posters from the 90s, and got high with them for the first time in a park. Chelsee is so pure and good and I've been wanting to smoke a doobie with her since college, so it was pretty hilarious for me. Joey and I have been watching a scary movie every night this month. What are you guys being for Halloween? I know what I'm being!
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[19 Oct 2009|03:35pm] |
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I am sitting upright, dreaming of an eastern apartment filled with down comforters and colorful paper. I want to sink under the canopies I draw on the walls and hang from the ceilings. I want a little nest of my own! Fly baby fly.
I am also procrastinating big time, filling my mind with day dreams and smoke when I should be finishing up my online course... I'm hoping though that writing a little something here will warm me up.
I had an art show this past Saturday for which eight local photographers were partnered up with eight local bars/trendy establishments and told to photograph each location in their own unique way. I was quite anxious about the subject since I usually take pictures of things I find beautiful, like trees and people that give me butterflies... not dark stinky bars and the kind of folk who hang out in them at 2 PM. The entire project was incredibly rushed and slopped together so I wasn't looking forward to the opening whatsoever, but it went swimmingly! The response to my photos was really warm and I sold everything I had in the show! I was also offered the opportunity for a solo show at the gallery where it was held. Since I pretty much just did the show because I'm applying for school soon, I was so overwhelmingly happy that it went so well. I goobed wine all over my favorite tank top and then scrubbed a hole through it in the bathroom while attempting to get it out with hand soap and water as people tapped on the door and my high heels carved little reminders of themselves into my toes.
Autumn lasted for approximately an afternoon and it is now fiercely cold and windy most days and even snows! I was not prepared or eased into it at all and I do not have the proper gear to win a battle against the cold so I mostly stay indoors and make collages. I want to show you real bad! I will scan them soon.Yesterday, Joey and I went to Big Rock (it's a big rock in the middle of the prairies that was misplaced by a glacier some hundreds of years ago) and climbed all over the top and smooched at high altitude. It was the end of the day and the wind blew the cloud's shadow's all over the surrounding plains like a fancy little dance. I was also highly accident prone as I fell off a bar stool in impossible fashion and impaled my back on the legs. Now I can't wear a bra without feeling like a victim of medieval torture...
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[20 Sep 2009|02:33pm] |
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After all this time, I'm deciding to update on this heavy greasy Sunday morning. It's raining but it's just good vibes. I'm sleepy like a housecat. Last night I wore a brown dress with fins at the waist so I looked like an stewartess from the 60s. I bounced around town drinking bulldogs and eating veggie nachoes. I had to be up before the sun because I am working at a fashion and art market thing this weekend. It's the easiest and most slack job ever... case and point- updating my livejournal. It's actually so boring, but is basically free cash. Although, this morning when I was throwing something in this computers "recycling bin" I noticed a few hilarious naked photos of my boss. ha! Yesterday Joey hung out here all day and smooched me while I perched atop his lap. We had the best time saying mean things about people's clothes. The DJ plays reggae all goddamn day and it's filling my skull and squishing my brain. Some surfer nerd asked if I'd bought a cd yesterday and when I told him no, reggae isn't really my thing, he asked "so what are you into then? like, punk rock?" Apparently you either like reggae, or punk rock. There is no inbetween. My faith in my own music taste was reaffirmed yesterday while looking at a graph of music disposition in corrolation with intelligence. Guess what cocks listen to... I'm so insincere about keeping this regularily updated. I do think about it though, it's like a little cloud in my brain that gets bigger and bigger, little livejournal cloud. Here is what's going on in my life: 1) I've decided I want to quit living the high life and go back to school next fall. It's time to buck up, and frankly... I want to buck up. It weighs heavy on my mind since I will most definitely be moving away from this city in light of Montreal or maybe Vancouver 2) On August 21st, Joey and I had been dating for one whole year. That's pretty bonkers. He bought me a brass owl necklace that with it's wings, looks a bit like a heart. I haven't taken it off yet. I'm going to marry him 3) I saw Sunset Rubdown, and I get to see Final Fantasy in about a week and Mum in November 4) I'm unemployed again! I was fired back in July or June or something and decided to stay a free bird for the summer 5) I'm finally putting together a website where everything can be in one place and people can shop! 6) Joey and I started messing around with some loop pedals and our voice boxes. We have big plans. 7) Lauren moved to Vancouver, and it killed me. I cried for days. ( & )
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[08 Jun 2009|03:12pm] |
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The thought of leaving a mark here is so daunting sometimes. I allow too much time to pass in between entries. I turned 21 in May, and it was possibly the most lack luster of birthday's so far. Joey and I ate some mall grub off of styrofoam plates and watched construction workers try and keep the dust off our food, and my mother made me lasagna for supper. I have a very distinct memory of my mother sewing me a party dress when I was a young bugger. It was black with bright pink flowers and puffed just right around my scrawny stilts. She combed my white hair into the perfect ponytail and I trudged across a field in my mary-janes holding a brightly colored package bigger than I was... towards the house with the balloons on the mailbox. This is what the word "birthday" means to me. A week and a half ago, a couple of us drove to the coast in a station wagon to see Animal Collective. Road trips are like drinking youth syrup... something about bare legs on the dashboard, Ray Bans, and a smoking doobie as you cruise in a steel monster. I love watching the landscape slowly morph from a rock-ridden desert into a juicy jungle that reminds me of how pretty my hair can be. Joey popped his ocean cherry and it was gorgeous watching his eyes light up with the reflection of seeing the sea for the first time. We stayed downtown in a charmingly outdated hotel that overlooked a pretty garden. Joey bought me market flowers one morning while I was primping and we kept them in a coffee cup on the windowsill, surrounded by sheer curtains stained with salty wind. We had our first dose of pure summer, burning the evidence of tank tops onto our shoulders and getting lost at dusk among trees taller than buildings. Man alive, the perfect weekend by the sea. In other news, I've started a new job at Nars. It's nice working for a company that I really love, but getting back into the routine of a 9-5 is really awkward. I can rarely keep my eyes open passed 11 these days and I spend a lot of my spare time half asleep in the bath tub, sleepy little night owl. I'm starting work on the new Bikeland EP that they'll be releasing exclusively for Sled Island, which I'm pretty excited about. I've found a nice little niche doing work for musicians and hopefully I can expand on that a bit more. I've missed you livejournal, I promise to try harder. ( & )
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[25 Apr 2009|04:28pm] |
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I'm sitting alone upstairs in a pink velvet chair, tucked away in a corner. The boys below me are making noises so thick and loud, that my floor hovers above easily. They play two discombobulated songs and then the music suddenly stops. I hear guitar twittering, little machines, and then footsteps. I look up and say, "hey" all at once in a startle. He falls over me, grabs my face and kisses me hard. I can't breathe, the new familiarity is blocking my airway. My heart has beaten out of my chest and is now flying around the room, knocking on the windows and ceiling. His body swallows mine and he pulls at my mouth. As quickly as he came, he is gone again. I breathe deeply, wrangle my heart and settle back down into the pink velvet as the noise below resumes.
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[14 Apr 2009|06:24pm] |
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Joey took this picture of me pulling my toes on Easter morning. I had the loveliest Easter I've ever had. Joey invited me to his Father's ranch for family dinner. It was up high and you could see the mountains and the big sky when you smoked and held barn kittens on the porch steps. It felt really nice being around his big family. I've never really met them before so I was really nervous during the drive there. But the high content of animals and beautiful people made it feel like my favorite cousins house filled with finger food and people you can cuddle.
After dinner we wore farmer coats and boots that were too big for us and road in the bed of the truck. We drove down a dirt road at sunset and my hair licked my cheeks as I smiled at Joey through the yellow light. I fed a baby cow and it drooled all over my legs. After, Joey and I stood in the middle of a crowd of horses who put their faces on our shoulders and let me kiss their noses. I want to keep this.
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