Today, I am feeling the results of being a bad person and the fact that I am being a chicken and not dealing with it. I don't want to have one of those conversations that no one wants to have and probably never end well. How can it? I didn't do anything wrong, it the strictest sense anyway, but having to hurt other people is never a good feeling ( Read more... )

Not necessarily the best or even my favourites, but the music that helped to define my year. Sometimes embarrassing, sometimes amazing, but true ( Read more... )

Went searching for the John K. Samson solo project (circa 1995) today, which according to the ever-so-knowledgable-and-cute boys at Ditch, was never released commercially, but according to the internet can be bought in mp3 form from G7. realized I had 3 of the 6 songs already, mislabeled as random Weakerthans songs which I stole from the rez ( Read more... )

Snow. Day.
Victoria is hilarious.

I am really excited about being emotionally single for the first time in a ridiculously long time. Too long. I am not planning on doing anything particularly wonderful or earth-shattering. I think it will be pretty great.

I'm supposed to be writing an analysis of Badlands, but all my brain can do right now is think about how hot Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek are in this movie. HOT. If I had been sleeping, I might be able to write my essay.... But the Creston boys have been here for the past three days, so instead of sleeping I played hostess. It was mostly good, ( Read more... )

Last night J, Tessa and I got very Halloween lame and Justine gave us Tarot card readings. Normally I am pretty averse to that kind of shit since about the 8th grade, but I thought it would be funny. And it was. It pretty much said my life sucked, but for "future" I got the sun card. And I choose to believe that, for the simple reason that I like ( Read more... )

An update, in true fashion ( Read more... )

I have recently come to the realization that I am pretty self-obsessed person. According to my Lit Theory professor, this is okay, because linguistically I am the centre of my own universe and have to constantly tell myself stories about myself to remind myself of my personhood because basically my entire identity is a linguistic construct of ( Read more... )

I am pretty much bald. I can't decide if I look like Carrie Bradshaw, or like somebody's mom.