Sunday, June 28, 2009


I did something I was meaning to do for a while. I went and searched out some new good music.
After a while, even the Beatles, Jack Johnson, and the Decemberists need an airing out.

So here are the new additions to my library, all of which I paid for!!!

The album "Who Do You Think You Are" by Canadian duo Dala. I really like the 2-part harmony thing they have going. My fave song thus far is "Hockey Sweater".

"St. Francis" and "New Years" by Toronto band Ohbijou. I heard the latter song on the Vinyl Cafe this morning and really liked it. I looked up the other one on youtube. I like the lead singer's voice. It's very pretty and unexpected.

"The Past and Pending" by the Shins. I just found 3 songs by this band on my iTunes and LOVED them so I poked around on youtube and found another one that I really liked.

"Fire On The Mountain" by Asa. I actually knew of her before because the BBC did a write up on her and I dloaded her song "Jailer" and I loved it. She's got a really beautiful, unique voice. I think she's from Malawi... Anyway, it's really catchy.

I got "Career Suicide" by the Cliks and "Nuit Sans Lune" by Richard S├ęguin for free off iTunes because they're the "feature of the week" or something. I like them both, surprisingly. I'm now going to get all of the weekly features.

"Her Morning Elegance" by Oren Lavie was suggested to me by a friend, so I looked it up on youtube and the music video was brilliant. So I downloaded it and I like it. If you're interested in the music video...

Anyway, if you're looking for some nice indie/folk types music I think these are all really pleasant

Thursday, June 25, 2009

So Michael Jackson appears to be dead.
I don't much care, but that makes me sad in a diff sense. How does one screw oneself up that much? I'm sure he was a lovely person underneath all the surgery and glam and such. Maybe he wasn't though.

But may he rest in peace either way.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

How I wish
How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimmin' in a fish bowl
Year after year.
Runnin' over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
How I wish you were here.

I'll light the fire
You place the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

Well it's been a long time, a long time now
Since I've seen you smile

Look who's laughing now that you've
How many years and
You've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to
Everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now.

There is gold across the river
But I don't want none
I would rather be dry than held up by a golden gun saying
Work more
Earn more
Live more
Have more fun

Saturday, June 20, 2009


I finished reading it yesterday, because someone said I can't judge it until I've read it.

I found little good in it. Bella has 0 personality and 2 character traits: clumsiness (which is waaaay over the top) and inexplicable mood swings (kiss me! no, piss off! no, marry me! no, i'm gonna slap you! honestly, she is just angry for no reason)

I hate the words 'smolder' and 'grimace' now.

A friend showed me this tonight and I thought some others might find it entertaining. I especially enjoyed that last bit 'Duskiness'.

What I really didn't appreciate, which has been pointed out by critics over and over, is that Bella allows this guy to totally push her around and manipulate her. That's an unhealthy precedent for the tweens reading it even if she is a pathetic, whiny, angry, incredibly stupid weiner. A hott guy should still be completely denied if he messes with your mind like that, watches you while you sleep, and throws temper tantrums.

I think it's interesting that this was written by a Mormon woman. I don't know Stephanie Meyer in any way, but I know Mormon culture does have a lot of male dominance issues. This could be why Edward Cullen is such a douche and Bella seems to be ok with it.

I did think that Meyer's conception of the vampire was more easily acceptable in the book than in the movie. I had an easier time ignoring my "IT SHOULD NOT SPARKLE" reflex.

As for the writing itself, it was nothing exceptional either way. It was like a 12th grade creative writing assignment. If this had been a high schooler's summative project for an english class, it would have been very acceptable. As an international bestseller with a movie deal and 3 sequels, it was not. The adjectives were appalling in a very funny way. Congrats, Ms. Meyer, you know how to use a thesaurus.

I will not argue with it, though. I'm not a writer of fiction myself, and it's difficult to come up with an alternative to reality that people will appreciate. It was a valiant attempt. I think what the author needed was a better editor or a writing coach to help her refine her ideas and words. Oh, and a plot introduced before page 372 would have been nice....

I watched Indy Jones 4 tonight.
It was sooo dumb. A spacheship? Really? Aliens? I never likes the Indiana Jones movies, but this was a blow to the franchise industry. Just 'ouch' overall. I will say it was fun to see the High Chancellor from V for Vendetta as an insane old hippie. Hehe.

I also want to add that I love guitars, friends with musical skills, and campfires. I like Jason Mraz a little. He's too popular for me to love, but good enough for me to respect.
Anyway, I might sleep some. I might not.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

As much as I love music, some of it can make me angrier than I think is healthy. My mother is listening to this Easy Listening Christian Internet Radio in the next room. It irritates me a lot.... rrrgh.

I don't know why Christian music pisses me off like this. I'm probably secretly a horrible person. It just seems so insincere and pop-ish.

I love sincerity in anything. I love sincerity more than truth, actually. Think on that one.
But I love when people communicate what they mean. This sounds flaky, now that I think of it. Speaking is the lowest form of communication, I think. Art is more. This whole idea is still new to me, so it's coming out sounding really wheird.

I'll clarify it at another time.


I'm going to Milton and possibly riding my horsie for the first time in a long time and going to hang out with a friend tomorrow and I just want to be out of this insincerely pop-ish house. I need to break the neck of something....

I've honestly been compulsively Rubik's Cubing for the past 3 days just to not have a meltdown.

I'm almost good at it :D

Monday, June 15, 2009

It's amazing how a few good songs can make all the crap life throws at you seem totally irrelevant.

Thank you, Mr. Lennon

Saturday, June 13, 2009

I had a trippy dream

First of all, I was at the beach with my family or going there or something. I was pissed off about it, so I took the table we had brought along (one of those white patio ones) and hid it in the forest. A park ranger came along and gave us a fine because our boat was too large. We went home then and we were unpacking our car. Then I saw this little boy with red hair do a zombie walk out of our breezeway washroom towards me. Later I saw a little blonde girl do the same, but they were ghosts. My whole family kept seeing different ones.
Then I was having a party or something and my old piano instructor from camp came and like was being really weird cuz all of his friends were there teasing us in a good way. Then I got a cheque from him for like a couple thousand dollars and I was very confused. I asked his friend about it and he said something about that being nothing compared to the house. I asked what house and he said that Jason (the piano instructor) was giving me his grandmother's house that he had inherited so that he could avoid the taxes on it. I was totally not believing him but then I went to see it and it was AWESOME. A little bit like deanna's house crossed with what I imagined the house was like in the book "The Secret Garden". I was just hanging out and then this old grandmother-y lady who turned out to be living there was talking to me. There were all these animals that were tame and would hang out with me and my favourite was the mole. At least, I saw a lot of him. But there were birds and cats and worms (???) too.
Anyway so one day I met this zombie in the house. There were a lot of them actually. Both guys and girls just chilling around. But one day I was formally introduced to one and we shook hands and he was really nice and had a jamaican accent, so when he said his name I didn't quite catch it. I said "I'm sorry, did you say your name was Eric?" and he opened his mouth really wide with this shocked expression and his head dropped backwards and his neck ripped open so that he looked a little like a garbage can. I was freaking out and the grandmother person said it's because I gave him the wrong name. Then he started overflowing with chicken noodle soup.
I think there was a subplot in which a whole bunch of not nice animals were trying to invade the house and the mole and I had to fight them off. I think we were trying to enlist the help of the zombies when I talked to "Eric".

Ahaha, analysis anyone?

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Monday, June 8, 2009


That was me grinding my teeth. I'm a bit frustrated about some stuff right now, and a bit sad, so my thoughts worth blogging have been lacking.

Do you know what the worst thing ever is? When someone lets you down. You've given them all the benefit of all the doubt, and 70x7 chances, and then they do something so ridonculously stupid that you just have to be disappointed. Then you feel not only disappointed but lied to. Like that person must never really have cared about you if they would do something so obviously hurtful.

It's crappy.

I also decided I have more mood swings than I know what to do with.

And I'm trying to drive as little as possible this week. Yay for biking. I'm biking to work every night at 11 or so. Everything looks so strange and extraterrestrial in that light. The sky in front of me is stained with pink light pollution from the streetlights in town. The trees are dark men and women bending over the path, forming a musky dark tunnel with their tossing bodies. I finally know why some animals are nocturnal: the smells. The flowers that only open up in the dark are all pouring out their beautyinto the breezes. The smell is so wild and beautiful and strong that I want to forget about the factory and working for money and society and just follow those smells to wherever they began and to wherever they're going.

I think I'll just become an escapist. I don't like dealing with problems. I just sort of wince until they go away. Is that bad? I don't really think so.

Anyway, a shower and sleep are in order, and then possibly the barn and socializing. Oooh, I should do laundry. Poop. It doesn't go away no matter how much I wince.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Oh! What a beautiful morning!

Really, it is.
I got my paycheck, and it was twice what i expected!
I talked to the staff guy at the plant the other day, and he said he would talk to people about letting me continue work there in the fall. My foreman talked to me at the end of my shift and said that he would be happy to have me stay!
Last night before work I slept more than 4 hours and had a cup of coffee, so I felt very chipper all night, and still now.
I got to work with the semi-cute smile guy at work. He just makes me happy. No, I do not have a crush on him.

My thinking was working double time because of the caffeine. I actually got a lot of quality thinking in, but I don't even remember it now. My shift went slower because of the mind-in-overdrive thing too.

Oh, here's something I thought about:
Judging. Not like everyday type of " I don't like that girl because she shops at that store" judging. More like arts critic judging. People respect the opinions of these elite few more than their own taste. I think this is ridiculous. If you like something, you don't need someone else to tell you it's good. The thing with people is that they are all equal. If Simon Cowell and I are both humans (sometimes I question whether one or both of us are) then my opinion on who is a good musician counts as much as his. There you go, Simon Cowell. Bring it. I just get annoyed at the fact that their opinion counts more. I'm a human too, so I fail to see how you're better or more valid than me. That is all.

Yay for money! I can pay board, and go visit guelph, and pay back my parents, and EVERYTHING! AHAH!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I return!

Because it's harder to stay away when you say you won't.
I would like to point out that many of my blogging buddies seem to be on undeclared vacations. That's cool, of course, but my compulsive checking of their blogs every 20 minutes is becoming somewhat depressing.

I've enjoyed this little break. It won't be the last though. I find my ability to stay "centered" and in touch with my actual mind is deteriorating over time. I don't know if that's because of age or because of media. Every time I read a book or watch a movie or listen to a song, it gets played back 6000000000000 times, so watching endless youtube clips makes it hard for me to find where my actual thoughts begin and the endless playback leaves off.

Life is fine, btw. I'm not angsty, just tired.

I watched Twilight again on my laptop, after seeing the trailer for New Moon on youtube.
I actually didn't mind the first half hour. Even up to like 45 mins was ok. After a while, though, the "I'm dangerous, stay away" thing from Edward and the constant eye fluttering from Bella became irritating.

OOH! I found out that Cyrano de Bergerac is playing at the Stratford Theatre this summer. This is one of my fave things of all time. I've read my copy of the play like a billion times, and every time the beautiful words make me feel so happy and so sad that I feel like 2 seperate beings, each feeling one thing completely. Anyone else want to come? It will be sensational, I think. The only thing I'm worried about is that it uses a different translation of the play (it's origially in french) than I have, and I adore the words used in mine. I have faith that Edmond Rostand's genius will remain unchanged. So yah, if you want to go, I would LOVE to introduce you to the amazingness that is Cyrano de Bergerac.

Instead of blogging these past weeks, I wrote what I thought in a word processing document and just saved it. Now that I re-read those bits, I'm happy I didn't post them mostly. I'm trying to refocus on thinking as a passtime, and they were more just thoughts that happened, not thoughts I worked out. Anyway.

I will say though, I want to found a city, and I want to name it Munchkinland.

I was thinking of going to the library and getting the Twilight book from there because I told someone a while ago I would read it and give it a chance. I'm scared that when I show up there they will say I have $300 in late fees and not let me leave without paying. I'm waiting for my paycheck to come in, heh.

Amie moved her horses to the barn where Jemma is on Monday! Now, with any luck, we will see each other from time to time!

Also, (I never thought I could think this) I miss living in res. I don't at all miss the drunk people and messes, but I miss hanging out in my room with my awesome roomie and talking about stuff. And eating and sleeping whenever I want. I also don't miss that bed. Frik those were uncomfy!

I think I will stop yakking about nothing now and go to the barn, and then go back to sleep. Yay sleep!