Yes, I am fully aware of how lame stuff like this is, but I am bored:

Post anything that you want here, and post it anonymously. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me, your parents, boyfriend, anything. Just make it honest. Make sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Then, put this in ( Read more... )

"I am convinced that each work of art, be it a great work of genius or something very small, has its own life, and it will come to the artist, the composer or the writer or the painter, and say, 'Here I am: compose me; or write me; or paint me'; and the job of the artist is to serve the work. I have never served a work as I would like to, but I do ( Read more... )

I just found this and it made me laugh. It's a conversation from last April, when my mom was working at Harvard so she lived in Boston for a few months while my sister, dad and I stayed in Toronto. She got msn so she could keep in contact with us easily. And yeah, she was hilarious on msn ( Read more... )

Home alone and bored. I haven't done one of these in a long time. I'll try and make them semi-easy. I actually think I ended up putting the title of the song in most of them (50% of them have the name in them).

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post your favorite line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how ( Read more... )

I'm going to post a massive entry in a few weeks. I've been writing down important (or not so important) bits and pieces to remember, in my notebook in point form. But I figured I'd post a link to one of the bands from the Folk Fest, because they were really really amazing ( Read more... )

I am in pain. :( Stupid wasps. I was innocently standing around in the kitchen, making rice, and belting along with Jack's Mannequin, when this damn wasp decides to fly towards me menacingly. So I did the only rational thing I could think of. I flung myself onto the floor, ducking away from the wasp. Which caused me to pull a muscle in my neck, and ( Read more... )

Simon... Come on baby feed the night ( Read more... )

Shiiiiiit. Jean-Claude Brialy died.

If anyone had any doubts that me and my friends are all going to be obese, here's proof. In a recent trip to the grocery store we bought ( Read more... )

Pitchfork: What goes through your mind when you perform?

Chan: "Did I write that down? Did my mom really do that that day? Oh I remember that song, that bird. I feel kinda sick. Oh, that person, that's a beautiful woman. My fingers are sweating." I mean like it never ends. There's no way it that there could be a set formula for [sarcastically] "a ( Read more... )