4.25.2010

Hopefully I'll be posting some new writing soon, it's been hard to be creative in the past week but I've been trying.
I miss my friends.

4.23.2010

I feel like summer is off to a weird start.
The time between letting my brain rest for exams and starting a series of tiring and not overly stimulating jobs was basically nonexistent. It's frustrating feeling like I'm not even home yet because I haven't had the chance to really see my friends or hang around, you know?
And I definitely haven't been feeling inspired at all.
Hopefully the sun will come out and this will all change for the better.
Summer, where are you? Seriously.
Also, I love Bon Iver. If he ever plays anywhere in the vicinity of me, not only will I travel to wherever he is, but I will also probably pee my pants.

Real life.

Almost done.

Long days and fast nights,
sun-baked and grinning:
Soles of our feet hardened
from never wearing shoes,
our skin glimmering with
a permanent layer of sand.

I feel myself uncurl,
like a flower in bloom.
Body suspended
in the dark water,
white and glowing
in the moonlight.

The stars mirror
the constellations
of freckles on my skin.

I’m a part of it,
I’m all of it.

I am the worst at studying.

Tuesday night can not come fast enough.
Freedom, please.

There's nothing better than:

- starting off the day by helping your bathrobed neighbour friend get ready for school
- getting licorice at the depanneur
- drinking wine and getting dressed with your pals
- walking all the way to foufs only to discover it's filled with 14 year old avril lavigne lookalikes
- walking down st laurent in the rain only to discover that every single bar is empty because we should be studying like everyone else
- making the fantastic final decision to bail on partying and get awesome poutine instead
- having an insane cab driver
- loving life

I'm just starting to notice how much I'm going to miss this city.



And it just wouldn't be the same without these two.

Finding fragments in journals.

Words tumble from my mouth like I’m dreaming, drooling and I’m not even sure what I’m saying. I feel like I’m gliding rather than walking and my body is on its own, the brain connection got lost somewhere. And I can see you, and I can see them but it doesn’t matter because I don’t acknowledge it. I’m a mess. of words and ideas but nothing gets done. I’m sad but I’m not sure why. I’m happy but only momentarily. And it catches me off guard the way my hair moves and the sun is bright, and I feel it against my face and in my eyes. And I stop and it’s like I can feel what’s going on in my head, the sharp edges of words scraping against my skull, pictures behind my eyes clouding my vision. And I feel it, and it catches me off guard.