HMV is giving no hours, thus, I need a second job
I'm in a weird mood. A very good one though. Working 'til 11:30 is such an odd thing. Especially when it's just me and Dave working. (Read last entry if you don't know who Dave is). My Shout Out Out Out Out cd came in today, so now I have one of my own. So I listened to that and Strokes - Room On Fire. And I also chose Malajube. Bit of a gamble, but it paid off, because it's definitely what put me in this mood. I really like when I'm able to recognize more songs than I think I'm going to, especially when I'm only recognizing them from the live show we saw of them. Anyway, Malajube gets me thinking about Montreal. So on the bus, I was listening to music (mostly In Rainbows) and just thinking about the french language, and how exciting it is to still be learning another language and another culture.
I've been reading my old Dragon Ball books which are all in french. It's amazing, I remember the action panels, like the images themselves I can remember so clearly, but the story just made no sense to me. and I'm reading them now, and like...I get it! Not just the story, but I can mostly understand every paragraph word for word, which really excites me! As the exclamation marks indicate! I don't know if we'll make it to Montreal. I assume we will some day, but right now, it rides on so much. We all have things that are holding us back. For the other two, it rides entirely on whether or not they get into Dawson, and for me...well let's just say the Night Hawk debt is creeping back up on me...more like pouncing on me. (The MEQ has sent a letter saying I have until tomorrow to send in more documents, which I don't have, or there's gonna be some kinda huge debt hanging over my head).
At this point, Montreal is still this far off magical land where nobody grows up, there is no work, and everyone sees shows. Montreal is essentially an indie Neverland. Of course, it wouldn't be if we lived there, but I think some of the magic would still be there. This lost culture of English and French living in...semi-harmony, old buildings, old apartments, super cool venues and bands to play in them, and tons of people your own age, in your own style, which is so foreign to me.
So I'm sitting on the bus and I'm wearing my new hoodie. It's a very drab grey/blue zip-up sweater that's too tight in some places, and too baggy in others. And I love it! It's exactly what I was looking for. It's kind of grunge but not over-the-top filthy and full of holes or something, and it just reminds me of Montreal! I had my hood on listening to music, picturing the lead singer of Malajube at their show. He had the most awesome hoodie. Super thin material, and the hood hugged his face and came all the way over his bangs. Very cool. And it may have been a T-shirt as well...Jeff? I've also come to love my new haircut. Mum cut my hair, and I hated it at first, it's not what I wanted. I just wanted a trim everywhere and for it to look the same, but she cut my bangs pretty short, and with like a big curve. and they're heavier on the right...or left. But I really like them now. Somehow, they make my big nose look cool. Bangs seem to do that, because the Malajube guy had the same kind of thing. Anyway, so I was feeling good, looking good, and listening to good music. I had my feet up, sitting in the back, and drumming away and singing and emoting in my facial expressions. An old man was sitting across from me, didn't seem to pay any attention to me, which I didn't mind either way.
I was feeling cool, and I got off the bus, and it was beautiful. It was cold, and it was windy, and it was lightly snowing, but the wind made it much more harsh. So I was walking and my hood blew off, and the wind and snow was hitting my face, and it went numb after a bit. And I started walking with my eyes closed, which I can't usually let myself do, but I managed to do it this time. It was fun and liberating, and I ended up walking pretty deep into a big snow bank.
Bit of a tangential way of telling you about my night, but I kind of like it. I think I managed to tie everything together and complete most side-plots, if you will.
I've been reading my old Dragon Ball books which are all in french. It's amazing, I remember the action panels, like the images themselves I can remember so clearly, but the story just made no sense to me. and I'm reading them now, and like...I get it! Not just the story, but I can mostly understand every paragraph word for word, which really excites me! As the exclamation marks indicate! I don't know if we'll make it to Montreal. I assume we will some day, but right now, it rides on so much. We all have things that are holding us back. For the other two, it rides entirely on whether or not they get into Dawson, and for me...well let's just say the Night Hawk debt is creeping back up on me...more like pouncing on me. (The MEQ has sent a letter saying I have until tomorrow to send in more documents, which I don't have, or there's gonna be some kinda huge debt hanging over my head).
At this point, Montreal is still this far off magical land where nobody grows up, there is no work, and everyone sees shows. Montreal is essentially an indie Neverland. Of course, it wouldn't be if we lived there, but I think some of the magic would still be there. This lost culture of English and French living in...semi-harmony, old buildings, old apartments, super cool venues and bands to play in them, and tons of people your own age, in your own style, which is so foreign to me.
So I'm sitting on the bus and I'm wearing my new hoodie. It's a very drab grey/blue zip-up sweater that's too tight in some places, and too baggy in others. And I love it! It's exactly what I was looking for. It's kind of grunge but not over-the-top filthy and full of holes or something, and it just reminds me of Montreal! I had my hood on listening to music, picturing the lead singer of Malajube at their show. He had the most awesome hoodie. Super thin material, and the hood hugged his face and came all the way over his bangs. Very cool. And it may have been a T-shirt as well...Jeff? I've also come to love my new haircut. Mum cut my hair, and I hated it at first, it's not what I wanted. I just wanted a trim everywhere and for it to look the same, but she cut my bangs pretty short, and with like a big curve. and they're heavier on the right...or left. But I really like them now. Somehow, they make my big nose look cool. Bangs seem to do that, because the Malajube guy had the same kind of thing. Anyway, so I was feeling good, looking good, and listening to good music. I had my feet up, sitting in the back, and drumming away and singing and emoting in my facial expressions. An old man was sitting across from me, didn't seem to pay any attention to me, which I didn't mind either way.
I was feeling cool, and I got off the bus, and it was beautiful. It was cold, and it was windy, and it was lightly snowing, but the wind made it much more harsh. So I was walking and my hood blew off, and the wind and snow was hitting my face, and it went numb after a bit. And I started walking with my eyes closed, which I can't usually let myself do, but I managed to do it this time. It was fun and liberating, and I ended up walking pretty deep into a big snow bank.
Bit of a tangential way of telling you about my night, but I kind of like it. I think I managed to tie everything together and complete most side-plots, if you will.