so, our heath care system is officially horrible.
http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=832385
34 hours in the waiting room and no one even looked at him?
disgusting.
I am never going to the health sciences centre, ever.
Wednesday
Friday
dreams
I've been dreaming about revolution lately. Whole large revolutions that would take years (and do) and somehow manifest themselves in dream form in the hours that I am asleep. The concept of time is clearly measured completely falsely. Chronolgy doesn't stop in my head. How am I dreaming entire years? And as for Bjork (the cat), she is always very present in my dreams, and always in human form, and she is never Bjork(neither the cat or the human) yet I always feel it is her no matter how she is being portrayed to me by my mind. I wonder if the spirtis are guiding hers to my dream. Or if possibly it's intentional and she is trying to tell me something.
Wednesday
le cat powrrr
lately, she, miss. Chan Marshall is all I can put in my ears. Especially early Cat Power. Especially What Would the Community Think. I can not get enough. Ever. She is oh so beautiful and rips me to pieces with how much she means it. Her fashion sense...her presence...her music....So a little tribute to the babe....
also watch this http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=qqTIxgpF3RE and thishttp://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=f4XqTl0ACoY&feature=related. Look how incredibly young she is when she is creating this outstanding music.
I saw your hand in a loose grip on such a tight ship.
I saw your hand in a loose grip on such a tight ship.
Monday
RIP
Rest in peace Rick Wright. Hopefully you're in space where you belong.
It's such an odd feeling when a musician dies.
Pink Floyd was the first band that ever did that "thing" to me, the thing that sometimes music can do. When music rings that weird bell in your soul that you didn't know you had until one day................ Pink Floyd uncovered my bell. Rick Wright was apart of that.
I feel so weird.
Woah.
It's such an odd feeling when a musician dies.
Pink Floyd was the first band that ever did that "thing" to me, the thing that sometimes music can do. When music rings that weird bell in your soul that you didn't know you had until one day................ Pink Floyd uncovered my bell. Rick Wright was apart of that.
I feel so weird.
Woah.
Thursday
so good
Dolce and Gabanna went into Eric and I's imagination and pulled out all the clothes they could find. Minus the fur. What the hell is up with all the goddamn fur for fall? Bullshit. Anyway, so much plaid! Different plaid stockings with different plaid dresses! Horses and dogs! The perfect world. I love the old lady as well. Some from the runway too! MUAH!
Wednesday
sketcheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
So I'm sure everyone (?) knows by now that the reason for all the hoopla of police outside my building last night was because 2 escaped prisoners, who by the way, were in prison, for murder, decided to hide in the apartment across the street from my apartment. Which is very nice of them, not to hide in my building that is. Because of this, Eric was not allowed to leave, or so the oh so wonderful police man told him oh so politely. So we spent some more much needed quality time together, that we are so often lacking.
I've seen some sketchy things around here lately. Last week I was walking down by the four rivers clinic on Langside, and mind you, it was possibly almost 2 in the morning, but some very "thug*"-like activity was going on and I swear on all the spirits I know I heard a gun shot and a scream. I called Eric and woke him up. The week before that was when Jeff and I witnessed the man being bottled by some local drunk hoodlums out my window. That was terrifying.
I know that these sketchy things could happen anywhere, however, regardless of the neighbourhood, or how late it is, I'd like to be able to walk around in my own, on my own.
At this moment, I'm at work, and my wonderful co-worker has been playing PLENTY of ACDC tracks for my enjoyment very VERY loudly and is of course singing along to them, also, quite loudly. I have a headache, and I might kill her. Oh good, now it is White Wedding by Billy Idol. Just fucking wonderful. I would put on my headphones and listen to something else, but the music is so loud that it doesnt matter. I just get to hear the remixed with shit version.
Oh my god. I wear my sunglasses at night. Work has its highlights.
Corey Hart I love you.
Don't masquerade with the guy in shades, oh no.
*The reason for the * beside thug is ohmygodhaveyouseenthenewharperpromotionalflyers?!!?!?!
There are several pamphlets each depicting horrible things that Harper will stop. One of them has what I believe to be a picture of a criminal sitting on his 60's like couch with his hair everywhere chillin HARD. Apparently this is him under house arrest, which, by the way, is horrible. This guy in the picture is apparently a thug, sexual offender, or drug dealer. I'm not sure which, but I'm going to go with thug, considering the way he looks, very thuggish, I'd say. Apparently, or so the pamphlet says, he is not surfing websites, but rather, "websites" whatever that means. He's probably the least offensive person they could've found. Are you implying something, Mr. Harper? Now I'm sure with all these flyers being dropped in our mailboxes all around Wolsely that pretty much everyone will be voting for him. Perfect area to campaign, sir.
Now, as for all the other things in my life, they are being left up in the air as per The National.
Please listen.
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=6qAAwymItBA&feature=related
Memories of the back seat lounge in a parking garage full of too many bong rips anyone?
I've seen some sketchy things around here lately. Last week I was walking down by the four rivers clinic on Langside, and mind you, it was possibly almost 2 in the morning, but some very "thug*"-like activity was going on and I swear on all the spirits I know I heard a gun shot and a scream. I called Eric and woke him up. The week before that was when Jeff and I witnessed the man being bottled by some local drunk hoodlums out my window. That was terrifying.
I know that these sketchy things could happen anywhere, however, regardless of the neighbourhood, or how late it is, I'd like to be able to walk around in my own, on my own.
At this moment, I'm at work, and my wonderful co-worker has been playing PLENTY of ACDC tracks for my enjoyment very VERY loudly and is of course singing along to them, also, quite loudly. I have a headache, and I might kill her. Oh good, now it is White Wedding by Billy Idol. Just fucking wonderful. I would put on my headphones and listen to something else, but the music is so loud that it doesnt matter. I just get to hear the remixed with shit version.
Oh my god. I wear my sunglasses at night. Work has its highlights.
Corey Hart I love you.
Don't masquerade with the guy in shades, oh no.
*The reason for the * beside thug is ohmygodhaveyouseenthenewharperpromotionalflyers?!!?!?!
There are several pamphlets each depicting horrible things that Harper will stop. One of them has what I believe to be a picture of a criminal sitting on his 60's like couch with his hair everywhere chillin HARD. Apparently this is him under house arrest, which, by the way, is horrible. This guy in the picture is apparently a thug, sexual offender, or drug dealer. I'm not sure which, but I'm going to go with thug, considering the way he looks, very thuggish, I'd say. Apparently, or so the pamphlet says, he is not surfing websites, but rather, "websites" whatever that means. He's probably the least offensive person they could've found. Are you implying something, Mr. Harper? Now I'm sure with all these flyers being dropped in our mailboxes all around Wolsely that pretty much everyone will be voting for him. Perfect area to campaign, sir.
Now, as for all the other things in my life, they are being left up in the air as per The National.
Please listen.
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=6qAAwymItBA&feature=related
Memories of the back seat lounge in a parking garage full of too many bong rips anyone?
Tuesday
today's the day
They are gone. It is so surreal. It will kick in soon.
It was so sad saying goodbye to Brandice. We had 4 goodbyes. I was supposed to go to the bus stop for the fifth and final one, however, I had a horrible migraine and couldn't. I feel so bad about it. I suppose I had a nice goodbye with andrew on the phone last night, but I felt like I had so much to say and didn't say any of it which was why it was so caj. What can you say over the phone?Really? Regardless, I would have really loved to see him this morning. The missing spirits are flying everywhere.
The whole thing is so weird. Everything is SO weird.
Oh also, what is happening...seriously?
It was so sad saying goodbye to Brandice. We had 4 goodbyes. I was supposed to go to the bus stop for the fifth and final one, however, I had a horrible migraine and couldn't. I feel so bad about it. I suppose I had a nice goodbye with andrew on the phone last night, but I felt like I had so much to say and didn't say any of it which was why it was so caj. What can you say over the phone?Really? Regardless, I would have really loved to see him this morning. The missing spirits are flying everywhere.
The whole thing is so weird. Everything is SO weird.
Oh also, what is happening...seriously?
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