Home,

let me come home,

home is wherever I'm with you.

You blend with those waves

how could anyone

not wave

at your concrete smile

The world is such a wonderful place
The world is such a wonderful place

sea and the rock below

cocked to the undertow

bones, blood and teeth erode

they will be crashing low

wings w o u l d n ' t help you

wings wouldn't help you down

I want to be her friend.

When my thoughts          

drift

to you.

I'm in peer tutoring right now. I adore the grade eights, their something about their simplistic complexity that makes me really fascinated by them.
The dynamic of Wait and the kids, it's like discovery channel.
He's very wise,  but I also learn a lot from the grade eights.
I took a lot of difficult courses this year,
but I think I learnt the most from this one.

The h e a r t is a lonely hunter.

Time is desperation,

pictures on a screen screen.

Hey people,

what does it mean?

Future Reflections.

With my photography I've been taking pictures out of focus a lot lately.
My favourite aesthetic right now is grainy film, I bought this poloraids Taschen book and it's inspired me a lot.

I love things that look like they were taken by your grandma when she got her first camera and was trying to focus on that building but couldn't get it right, and then she put it in a box, and it got put in the attic and maybe was lying in the sun for a bit.

Yeah, that's it.

It was my birthday this past weekend.
Turning eighteen was so anti-climactic,
but it had a few peaks.
I've made a new friend,
and I've lost myself in music,
to an extent where I feel really disjointed from reality when I'm not listening to it.
I dunno.
I want to be Andrew VanWyngarden, whose last name I just massacred,
but regardless,  I feel like I am the female version of him.
I'm seeing them in about five or six days.
I got two Band of Horses CD's for my birthday,
i love cease to begin more than anything,
but Infinite Arms, breaks my heart.

A white blank page

and a swelling rage

You did not think

when you sent me

to the brink, to the brink

You desired my attention

but denied my affections, my affections

As much as I'd like to go,
to places I've never known,
scared shitless to, leave home.
And I don't want to go alone.

I miss the rewarding gaze,

of a friend from my younger days,

didn't mind about my selfish ways,

when he died I was miles away.

When my thoughts drift to you.

I had a dream,

I had a dream,

that I was your neighbour,

and I was so lonely

that I didn't see.

J'adore Emma.

This is what happens when my friends and I drink.

Best birthday party ever.

I am in Powell's room, and all these grade nine girls are fawning over this special needs guy.
It really bothers me.

Oh, joys arise, the sun has come again to hold you

Sailing out the doldrums of the week

The polyphonic prayer is here, it's all around you

It's all around you out here

After the rain we forget

We make sure we gain then we leave it

‘Cause were a nation of forgetters

Oh after the rain we pretend
It’s easier to begin without looking in

After the rain we forget

After the rain we forget

Alzheimers makes me so sad.

And somewhere on coastlines unknown to me

You paint your d r e a m s,

With reds and blues and greens.

you're painting daffodils by the sea

without me.

Friends, how I have missed you.

I'm in the middle of this creative writing project that's wonderful;
I found this New Age book in Junk Week, called Emmanual,
and it's about this spirit named Emmanual who is 'channeled' through all these different people. The book is essentially a Q & A with the spirit.
For my major piece I'm making a book, the first page of my book is the front page os the Emmanual book, but cut up and re-arranged.
I've created over 80 pages of mixed up poetry. It's working wonderfully,
and I've  been using a disposable camera/film to work with it.
I can't wait to scan some onto the computer.
It's hard to deal with too, because I'm digging up a lot of the past.
Ayeee.

Say no more, use your eyes

The world goes and flutters by

Use your eyes, you'll know you are

Use your eyes, the world goes and flutters by

Use your eyes, you'll know you are

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aneurysm

Nick and I had a discussion about this last morning..

and I was adamant it was spelt differently.

turns out I was wrong

I love my short hair.

As terribly cliched as it is,

the song I gotta feeling was definitely a wonderful pump up song.

Although Twist and Shout was my favourite..

This is my english/creative writing teacher.

He has the best music taste in the world and the same shoes as me.

He's definitely been my mentor through high schoool

It makes me sad how longs it's been since I last posted.
This is what has happened:
I had to write an AP lit exam, which I spent lierally all my time prepping for.
Yesterday was my Highschool Graduation,
and my school did this grad walk red carpet thing, and then went to the Hytatt and ate dinner and did some dumb formalities, and then, BEST,
dry grad from 12-6. I stayed the whole time, impressing myself,
and danced almost the whole night.
Evan, Jessie, Nick, Claire and I were a little unit.
It was fabulouss.