I'M OFF TO SASQUATCH. BYE.

"Right, birds can fly so high

And they can shit on your head

And they can almost fly into your eye

And make you feel so scared.

But when you look at them

And you see that they're beautiful

That's how I feel about you"

Some photographs I've taken in the last few days.

SASQUATCH
I'm leaving in three days.
I will see the best line-up I've ever seen,
even after all my bumbershoots and folk fests.
Oh my goodness.

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.