I miss Moneen. The feeling I get when I see them live can be compared to nothing else. It's like I'm glowing on the inside, this incredibly forceful light is inside of me, pushing every emotion I've ever felt out of my core and towards my surface. I feel like I'm in a secret place where nothing else in the Universe matters; the 'secret place' I used to go for peace as a child when I'd put my head on my desk for quiet time. I get the feeling of being some magical, omniscient ceature who is equally the most important and most insignificant being that exists.
Tout existe. Rien n'existe. J'adore Moneen.
mercredi 21 janvier 2009
Country Living, here I come.
If I ever have an article or column in Country Living magazine, I'm killing myself. I will papercut myself to death with the first issue. The title of my column could be "Adventures and Misadventures of a City Girl in the Country". I'd have articles like "My Pug Could Kick Your Border Collie's Ass" or "Feed My Goat What?!" about all the things my goat eats. There could be "Where's the Traffic?", "At Night I Hear Crickets Instead of Sirens", "Places I've Seen Squirrels" (Everywhere!) and "I Drove to my Neighbour's House".
My concept would be pointing out the absurdity in day-to-day country life from the perspective of a city girl. It'd be clever and innovative for awhile, but the magazine would eventually cut the column because it made the housewives depressed upon realizing that they're trapped in a vast, green wasteland of fresh air. The country folk just don't appreciate cynicism like us city gals do.
I will always be a city girl. No matter how many squirrels I feed or cushions I sew or campfires I have in my backyard, I will always be a city girl. What you do in life doesn't matter at all, as long as you remain who you are while you do it. It's simply a question of self-respect.
My concept would be pointing out the absurdity in day-to-day country life from the perspective of a city girl. It'd be clever and innovative for awhile, but the magazine would eventually cut the column because it made the housewives depressed upon realizing that they're trapped in a vast, green wasteland of fresh air. The country folk just don't appreciate cynicism like us city gals do.
I will always be a city girl. No matter how many squirrels I feed or cushions I sew or campfires I have in my backyard, I will always be a city girl. What you do in life doesn't matter at all, as long as you remain who you are while you do it. It's simply a question of self-respect.
Jill+Sam=Jam.
Jill and Sam
Yeah they make jam
They put bread and peanut butter on their jam
Cuz it was made by Jill and Sam
They put undies in their jam
The undies belong to Sam
But Jill wears undies too
They were also in the jam
The undies did not belong to Sam
That crazy little superguy
Ate some jam cuz he likes Jill and Sam
Allison’s Best Friend Prinze Jr ate some jam
Cuz he didn’t want to eat Jill or Sam
When I swallow it makes funny noises in my ear like Jam
I hope it never happened to Jill or Sam
Life Saver licking contests taste like jam
They were invented by Jill and Sam
I had a moose and on it there was jam
I got it from Jill and Sam
They like strawberry jam
Cuz Jill calls herself Sam
They make cheese flavoured jam
Jill found it in the hair of Sam
They put hair and fuzz on their jam
But Jill has to ask permission from Sam
The doctor hit me on the knee with a hammer and told me the gooey red stuff was jam
My doctors name wasn’t Jill or Sam
My undies tasted like jam
Said Sam
Jill and Sam put ham in the jam
When you stick Sprite up your nose it tastes like jam
I learned this from my sister Sam
Clinton and Bruce eat hair off the jam
Jill asked them to visit Sam
Jill put Sam in the jam.
Mara and I wrote this when we were kids... I can't remember if we were in grade 5 or 7... 7 would be embarassing but probably more accurate. What the hell is wrong with Jill and Sam? And who the hell would even consider eating that jam!! Undies, hair, fuzz, cheese, ham... SAM?! What the fuck. What. The. Fuck.
Yeah they make jam
They put bread and peanut butter on their jam
Cuz it was made by Jill and Sam
They put undies in their jam
The undies belong to Sam
But Jill wears undies too
They were also in the jam
The undies did not belong to Sam
That crazy little superguy
Ate some jam cuz he likes Jill and Sam
Allison’s Best Friend Prinze Jr ate some jam
Cuz he didn’t want to eat Jill or Sam
When I swallow it makes funny noises in my ear like Jam
I hope it never happened to Jill or Sam
Life Saver licking contests taste like jam
They were invented by Jill and Sam
I had a moose and on it there was jam
I got it from Jill and Sam
They like strawberry jam
Cuz Jill calls herself Sam
They make cheese flavoured jam
Jill found it in the hair of Sam
They put hair and fuzz on their jam
But Jill has to ask permission from Sam
The doctor hit me on the knee with a hammer and told me the gooey red stuff was jam
My doctors name wasn’t Jill or Sam
My undies tasted like jam
Said Sam
Jill and Sam put ham in the jam
When you stick Sprite up your nose it tastes like jam
I learned this from my sister Sam
Clinton and Bruce eat hair off the jam
Jill asked them to visit Sam
Jill put Sam in the jam.
Mara and I wrote this when we were kids... I can't remember if we were in grade 5 or 7... 7 would be embarassing but probably more accurate. What the hell is wrong with Jill and Sam? And who the hell would even consider eating that jam!! Undies, hair, fuzz, cheese, ham... SAM?! What the fuck. What. The. Fuck.
mardi 6 janvier 2009
together we'll ring in the new year.
Holy shit, it's 2009!
The past year has been awesome and incredibly productive. I spent the entire year in a relationship with the most amazing man. I went back to school. I moved out. I think I buckled down.
Although, with the start of every year comes the inevitable: another birthday. This time I will be turning twenty-one. Being 21 is totally different from being 20. When you're 20, that's it, you're 20. But once you turn 21, it starts. The beginning of the end. You are a twentysomething. You are in your twenties. You are in the decade of weddings and babies and careers and decision-making. And I'm not talking double-or-decaf, pumps-or-kitten-heels decisions. I mean house-or-condo-, city-country-burbs, stay-at-home-mom-or-fierce-career-woman, paper-or-plastic kind of decisions.
I'm in cegep. I spend my days with seventeen-year-olds who are theoretically my peers. I've never been outside of Quebec for longer than four days. I work weekends in a smoothie bar. I buy Britney Spears albums. I am clearly not ready for a white picket fence.
I think the best I can do, for now, is pretend. I cannot change the literal factors in my life such as cegep or living in a 4 1/2 with Patricia, but I can adjust how I feel about these things. I can pretend like my schooling is really serious and important, and treat it as though it were the ultimate factor upon which the rest of my life were depending. (That's actually a pretty smart idea; it might actually lead to academic success.) I can think motivating things and reflect upon how my life is on track. It is, really, I'm just impatient. I want the future to come faster.
I want the semester to be over and to be embarking on my summer adventure with Scott. I want to be moved out of this apartment and living alone. I want two (ish) years to pass and then to consider moving in with Scott. I want cegep to be done so I can start studying real things. I want to move to BC and go to University there. I secretly want Scott to come with me. I want to become a journalist or columnist of sorts. I want to become a teacher. I want to live a life coherent with someone else's. I want to have a significant other/ spouse who is happy living where we live, who can work at his job comfortably or study where he studies comfortably... What I basically mean is that I want our separate lives to fit well together so that we can eventually build a common life to share, this anonymous spouse and I.
I'm a thinker. I think too much and I analyze to much and I dream too much. It's dangerous, because sometimes dreams don't work out. Sometimes dreams change. I guess change is far less problematic than failure, at least.
This New Year has been my most inspiring yet. As a rule, I generally don't "believe" in new year's resolutions or anything like that, but I have a feeling this year will be different. I actually have a feeling this year will be different about a lot of things. Normally, my theory is that if you want to change or improve something about yourself, there's no sense in waiting until the new calendar to change it, just do it! Interestingly enough, this year, my self-improvement "renovations" happen to fall around the new year, which seems pretty convenient. (It also happens to illustrate perfectly one of my goals: to be less passive-aggressive.) Also, since my life is generally more calendar-oriented (largely due to school), it should be easier to "structure" my year.
I've decided that 2009 is the year of trying new things. I'm going to try more outdoorsy things and appreciate nature. My main goal to keep an open mind and not be so quick to judge. I'm making a point of reminding myself that "trying new things" and "changing who you are" are two totally different things, when executed with control. I plan on trying new things. With Scott, probably, but for Scott, no. (Well, maybe a bit.) Mostly for myself, to expand my knowledge and increase my experiences. I'm excited to have new experiences, I'm excited to learn new things... I'm pretty much just excited about life.
The past year has been awesome and incredibly productive. I spent the entire year in a relationship with the most amazing man. I went back to school. I moved out. I think I buckled down.
Although, with the start of every year comes the inevitable: another birthday. This time I will be turning twenty-one. Being 21 is totally different from being 20. When you're 20, that's it, you're 20. But once you turn 21, it starts. The beginning of the end. You are a twentysomething. You are in your twenties. You are in the decade of weddings and babies and careers and decision-making. And I'm not talking double-or-decaf, pumps-or-kitten-heels decisions. I mean house-or-condo-, city-country-burbs, stay-at-home-mom-or-fierce-career-woman, paper-or-plastic kind of decisions.
I'm in cegep. I spend my days with seventeen-year-olds who are theoretically my peers. I've never been outside of Quebec for longer than four days. I work weekends in a smoothie bar. I buy Britney Spears albums. I am clearly not ready for a white picket fence.
I think the best I can do, for now, is pretend. I cannot change the literal factors in my life such as cegep or living in a 4 1/2 with Patricia, but I can adjust how I feel about these things. I can pretend like my schooling is really serious and important, and treat it as though it were the ultimate factor upon which the rest of my life were depending. (That's actually a pretty smart idea; it might actually lead to academic success.) I can think motivating things and reflect upon how my life is on track. It is, really, I'm just impatient. I want the future to come faster.
I want the semester to be over and to be embarking on my summer adventure with Scott. I want to be moved out of this apartment and living alone. I want two (ish) years to pass and then to consider moving in with Scott. I want cegep to be done so I can start studying real things. I want to move to BC and go to University there. I secretly want Scott to come with me. I want to become a journalist or columnist of sorts. I want to become a teacher. I want to live a life coherent with someone else's. I want to have a significant other/ spouse who is happy living where we live, who can work at his job comfortably or study where he studies comfortably... What I basically mean is that I want our separate lives to fit well together so that we can eventually build a common life to share, this anonymous spouse and I.
I'm a thinker. I think too much and I analyze to much and I dream too much. It's dangerous, because sometimes dreams don't work out. Sometimes dreams change. I guess change is far less problematic than failure, at least.
This New Year has been my most inspiring yet. As a rule, I generally don't "believe" in new year's resolutions or anything like that, but I have a feeling this year will be different. I actually have a feeling this year will be different about a lot of things. Normally, my theory is that if you want to change or improve something about yourself, there's no sense in waiting until the new calendar to change it, just do it! Interestingly enough, this year, my self-improvement "renovations" happen to fall around the new year, which seems pretty convenient. (It also happens to illustrate perfectly one of my goals: to be less passive-aggressive.) Also, since my life is generally more calendar-oriented (largely due to school), it should be easier to "structure" my year.
I've decided that 2009 is the year of trying new things. I'm going to try more outdoorsy things and appreciate nature. My main goal to keep an open mind and not be so quick to judge. I'm making a point of reminding myself that "trying new things" and "changing who you are" are two totally different things, when executed with control. I plan on trying new things. With Scott, probably, but for Scott, no. (Well, maybe a bit.) Mostly for myself, to expand my knowledge and increase my experiences. I'm excited to have new experiences, I'm excited to learn new things... I'm pretty much just excited about life.
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