yay road trips!
boo broken, whistly windows and decisions
yay sleep!

Brain
leaking
out
through
eyeballs
Meltymelty

It's all gonna be worth it because someday I will have money that is not from my daddy and I can live in tree of my very own with a cat but not Robo-Kitty he will be dead then but the cat I have will be awesome as well because it will be worth a lot of money and people will look up in the tree where I live and see the expensive cat and think that I am important and worthwhile and then I will be able to say to them that they are wrong and stupid and they will laugh and say that I am right and cool and then they will keep on being wrong and stupid but maybe I won't be right either because I'll be so old.


Hurrah for 2 year old children and the stories they tell.

On with exams

My iTunes is conspiring against me. Keeps playing songs that I can't turn off. Can't do homework during them either.

Suggested song of the day: Airplanes by Local Natives

It sounds like we
would of had a great deal to say
to each other.
I bet when I leave
my body for the sky the wait
will be worth it.

I'm in this terribly morose mood. It led to a full day of napping. It is hard to care about things when I have my brain in this way. Owen Pallett is not helping.

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Living rent-free is boring me
Got no use for my PE Degree
Got no use for my pedigree

I feed you every morning and ask so little
Hedi Slimane
But you belittle all the work that I do
And Agnes B
When you take that walk without permission
I'm not content
I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love you
I'm not content
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
Donna Karan
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
And Kara Saun
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
I'm not content
Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth
I'm not content

But I have friends who phone me, so maybe I will swerve out ok.

PBH

The Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich is a beautiful thing indeed.
A comforting mix of stability and excitement.
It is a logical expansion of the idea of bread.
The question is whether I believe bread exists.

Times that are home

Reid Woods road in the summer. Car windows down, music drowning out everything else.

Highway 7/8 in Kitchener in the wee hours of the morning.

Arthur St in Elmira in the evening. Wandering with humans.

Scotch.

Trees, when it's rainy-misty-foggy-quiet.

Guelph apartment when I get home from a night shift to find my cuddly Robo-Kitty.

Guelph apartment when roomie and I sit and listen to music or jam.

My piano in Elmira when it's dark, no lights on.

Music naps.

Calvin's parents' house with loads of people in it, watching a film.

Grade 12.

Lying on an overcrowded air mattress, looking at trees.

Sisters

It is strange to me that my sisters are so different. In fact, none of us have all that much in common, although the wee one and I get along very much better than the elder and either of us.

The elder is just kinda volatile. She flips from giggly to raging in the space of a second. In that sense she is difficult to mess with because once she has decided things have gone too far by her standards she just makes everyone else around her miserable. This habit of hers makes life tense because the young one and I (and partially the father) are all about joking and being annoying and so forth.

The younger has a blog! It is fun! I'm hoping she will keep it up. She drives me nuts sometimes as well, but mostly from the fact that she likes being in people's space, and I thrive on having no one in my space. I've been incapacitated most of today with lady problems, and she made my soup and a hot water bottle (which burnt my tummy pretty badly). I was thinking that she was going to be a nice sister when she thought it was a good idea to just sit down and pester me until I threatened to choke her. She giggled her little face off and walked away. What a weenie.

In other news, DnD tomorrow! Yay! And on Tuesday back to Guelph for tutoring and giving Robo-Kitty hugs and shopping. Somewhere in all this I need to fit in studying for exams. Should I just quit Tim Hortons and try to make it work with the tutoring and work from my dad? That would make exams much easier. Hmmm...

It is more or less impossible for me to have a conversation with my parents about my friends or lifestyle that doesn't end up with me feeling rather offended.

Do I really come across as that type? Do you honestly suspect that of me? If you do, please have the decency to tell me that in a way I can refute. You could ask almost anyone I know and they could attest to my complete lack experience/fun in the drugs/alcohol/sleeping around department. Well... scotch is the exception.

I must say that this trip home has been profitable. My father is setting up a blog for his business, and I will be responsible (and paid (quite decently)) for its upkeep. Once it's running I will invite you all to see it, because it's gonna be verr pretty.
As a side effect of this, I will be able to quit Tim Hoes i the fall! Hurrah! No nightshifts or angry customers or awkward coworkers!

I'll be in Victoria Park for the afternoon with most of my family. Feel free to text!