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some girls i love

i get stuck in phases where i make a string of fairly poor decisions...

i need to...
buy frames for pictures
go to vernon
raft
clean my apartment
bbq some shrimp soon
swim
call the bank

"you remind me of a penny, because you're two-faced and worthless."
today I woke up at 1pm so hungover but then Darren and I sat in a park and drank sun smoothies for a while so I'm automatically having a good day.
Tonight I get to see my favorites!

matted hair/messy room, apple juice, sleeping in, mtv, fights with boys, mousse, dreams that make you wake up angry, new job, long drives, need to get out again!!, money owed, elliott smith, smoke burns, san diego, jamesons, stoop dwelling, wonton soup, bikeage sing-a-longs, ooo my babe's here soon! oh and I MISS KELLY!!!!

want :

also i need to see this movie... sienne miller... keira knightley... AND cillian murphy? AUGH

DREAM

so my parents and i went to Somalia, but to an apparent realllly nice place - a resort - the hotels were like palaces and beautiful boats would take you along the beaches. you know. vacation spot. the only thing was that there were still Somalian military/government/whatever personal everywhere, and if you didn't abide by their strict lisfestyle and customs - or for that matter - if you did anything they didn't like - that'd be it for you. depeneding, they might give you another chance before either banishing you from the country or all together killing you, but in most cases you were gone in some way or another. SO for some reason these "gaurds" heard something come out of my mouth that they didn't like. surprise. haha. and i didn't know about it until my mom somehow found out and told me, and then my dream turned into running away from these fucked up Somalian guards. there was this one dude who was helping me that had some super power of some sort and could fly, so he somehow translated some of that power to me and therefore i could fly, but only if i was riding a bike and concentrating reallllly hard on going really fast and getting away. it ended with a bunch of people chasing me, and me not being able to get this bike to fly, but at the last second i did and flew over the ocean to safety.
AWESOME.



i think it was only set in Somalia because last night i was super drunk and watched southpark before bed... season 13... where cartmen and others go to Somalia to be pirates.. hahaaa

TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHIIIIINNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZY

The city was hers, as, made up and sleeked so with the customary words and images (cosmopolitan, culture, cable cars) it had not been before: she had safe-passage tonight to its far blood's branchings, be they capillaries too small for more than peering into, or vessels mashed together in shameless municipal hickeys, out on the skin for all but tourists to see. Nothing of the night's could touch her; nothing did.

mine

"to you, my babe. to us! to CRUST" - mik

lately:

last night mik and i made stuffing in naan bread sandwiches at 4 in the morning.. hahahahahaha good.

home at last

probably just lived two of the best weeks i've ever experienced - girl crewing plus skish, beach every day, cliff jumping in squamish, sunset beach fireworks, late night stoop lurking, living in my bathing suit and shorts, homemade meals, smoking smokes, seeing friends i haven't seen in years, east hastings, walking miles and miles every day, simone quotes, alf house, peeing in public places, crust barks, lakes, metallica singalongs, snacks, hiking, lynn canyon, suspension bridges, waterfalls, really really cold water, floating on logs in the most beautiful lakes, early morning ferry ride, $14.00 breakfast, vancouver isle hardcore fest 2010, tempest playing a great set, finding good books, getting calgary drunk, sharing too many shotguns and smokes and good talks with aaron, thin lizzy, getting hit on by girls, staying up all night, babes, ocean-side hangs, sabertooth/vic crew/simone me and skish for a weekend, fur hat with a tail, charlie, almost missing our flight home, crazy girls, freezies, barefeet more often than not, late night mcdonalds... basically just being in beautiful places with the most amazing people doing the best things. can't believe it's already over, i think i might sleep for three days..
lessons to be learned: don't forget your roots. do what makes you you. don't give a fuckkk

Two headed boy

Coronita and steaks with my parents in fairmont, speedboat in invemere on the lake with skish's dad, midnight swimming during a full moon in natural hot spring pool with a waterfall in the middle of a forest, long drives, dubstep through the cocaholla (spelt wrong..), chillawack patio dinner, mik!!!, wreck beach, being high on mushrooms standing in the ocean on the most beautiful day, carribean dinner, mo-jita!, crazy people, old friends, climbing hills - the past three days. so perfect.

Today was too perfect outside, and despite my lack of an actual plan for the day, it was gooooooood. Woke up late, packed for Vancouver, went to the drum and ended up having lunch with Sarah and kelsie and klay and a bunch of others. I like those two girls. After that I went to republik to get my cheque and bike, got my bike but had to go meet rich at 510 to get my cheque.. Then Yarko and I just ended up going to the dog park and then coffee. Now I'm at work... My last day of work until august! Fairmont tomorrow then Vancouver the next day then Victoria on the 1st... How perfect? Too perfect.
Also quick and Bowie and glencoe and a couple other Toronto lovelies were in town last night and it was just sooo good to see them and party with them. Love those boys and so stoked to hang in van with them and strelow. Loooove my friends and summer.



MIK ON SUNDAY!!! Toooo stoked to see my girl.

i've alllllways been a fan of the sort of art neuvo style... but lately i've just been loving it more and more. ugh so great.

THE WORLD MOVES ON THE DAY AFTER YOU DIE

there are no great thinkers of our time - no great artists or composers or writers. the time of worldly ideas and creativity is dying fast. all we have left now is hot-headed politicians and commercialized entertainment. consumerism has overtaken the very essence of human existence. even what's left only moves on with any amount of force because there's money and power behind it - driving it - feeding the egos and wallets of those immersed enough to be capable of creating. there are no cures for this disease - society has made sure of that long ago. we are a world of filthy, selfish soldiers dying to fight on a vast, terrible plane.
it's up to those rare individuals that feed on even the idea of generating something real, something to hold on to, something to get into, something to raise above the rest of this shit - it's up to them to keep the free spirit alive. the spirit of integrity and individualism and expresssion. there is only but a sliver of hope for this race, for all these people.

In my dream world I would have elf ears and everyone would talk in the likes of 'the crying of lot 49' by Thomas Pynchon, and therefore I could spend conervsations in the midst of something more than this every day babble. I'd also own my own jet so I could get away/get to. And I'd live in ithlien forest. And own a lot of bikes. And I'd be able to make movies just by thinking. Film projecter from my mind! So basically a bunch of unrealted things that I think about.. Too much. Also I'd be a spy... Or secretly in the mob...
yes.