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I Wanna Be Your Friend

Spring has finally come to Calgary.

I have so much optimism, hope, and positivity now, especially when I compare to a month ago... I quit my job, the weather got nice, I started riding my bike again, I feel like I am coming back to myself.

I had a glorious visit to Toronto and Peterborough a couple weeks ago, and it was such a welcome change. It opened my eyes to how I want to live my life and how far I have to go until I get there. It also confirmed the important relationships in my life and spotlighted the very bits that don't fit anymore. I found it hard to believe someone could change so drastically within a year, but I witnessed it firsthand and can't deny that I was disappointed. /life goes on and all I wanna do now is dance. I think I've perfected my spring cleaning techniques, at least for this year, and I am so looking forward to what's ahead.

I think back to that one night, April 22nd... music, people, drugs... the feelings I have from that are unreal & so nostalgic, delicate, sad, lovely. (light you up)

These days- finishing up at the job I hate, long hikes in Nose Hill Park, Drew, Charlie, and all the little bits in between. Music highlights my days, photographs, the sun on my face, the smell of grass and moist fresh air first thing in the morning.
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yeasayero.n.e.
No
You don't move me anymore
And I'm glad that you don't
'cause I can't have you anymore
But I thought you should know
You don't move me anymore
And I'm glad that you don't
Because I can't take it anymore
(....dance.)
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sister crayon SOULS OF GOLD
.. ..
Woke up in the sevens,
A strange last night
My thoughts are furious, in the thousands tonight
Keep your head down, keep yours
And rewrite tonight
Woke up in the sevens,
A strange last night
.. ..
You are a recluse, you always were
I’m a recluse, I always was
You are a recluse, we always were
Primal, in fact we fall in time
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memoryhouse caregiver
There's a ghost in my living room
In silent sets, moving through
The attic in chemicals
Dissolve in two
There's a flaw in my chemistry
The chill swells and follows me
In choirs of cold machines
And their smoking skin
These bones reside within
A crack spool of medicine
The distant hum that blooms as we run
No way to displace
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and, of course, we can't forget the most satisfying relationship in my life right now:



music:
sister crayon
yeasayer
the acorn
memoryhouse
local natives
the republic tigers
pretty lights
st. vincent
the naked & famous
forest city lovers

Phewf....

This is my last month in a nutshell:







It's been very hard to get anything done, much less write! however, life has gotten bigger and more interesting since January. Moving, winter hinting that it's leaving, Charlie, everything is changing.

More to come.

Manners

[[[these are what I dream about... (courtesy my friend Kirsty Eckhard)]]]

Well, here I go neglecting my blog again. Being on a computer all day at work insures that I don't have the urgency to get back on the computer once I get home, and days melt into weeks... either way, I promised myself I wouldn't be too hard on me about writing. Writing is supposed to be something I do when I feel the inclination and have the motivation, otherwise it's crap! Right? CRAP.

So anyways.

With that off my chest.. I have been feeling lighter these days. A conscious decision to make myself happier. Doing things I love. Using my senses as a tool, a connection to life. I long to feel the warm breeze on my face, to hear a nighttime's worth of rain dripping down the gutters and along the curb, to go for a long bike ride on a sunny afternoon. These are the things I dream about, but even reality isn't too bad- beautiful winter sunsets on the iciest of days, luxuriating in Friday evenings by myself, treating myself to just a few little things that bring me joy. A haircut. An afternoon at the mall with a friend, an afternoon with a book.

I hope this lightness lasts. It feels like hope. Hope for a better job, the sun to shine, for so many more memories.

Music of the week:
La Roux
Icona Pop
Passion Pit
The Phenomenal Handclap Band
(anything with a good beat and lyrics...)
(if I walk to work with this stuff on.. my whole day is better.)

[[[but this is what I got.]]]

just a thought-

-imagine how awesome life would be if we all spoke in Ebonics?

I know, right?

Hello 100.

Blog number 100 today. I have been blogging since 2006 and every year so far has diminished. Aiming for change this year. "The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


Listening to this week:
Junior Boys
Dreamsploitation
The Banjo Consorsium
Ministry of Sound - Chillout Sessions 10
Andrew Bird - Noble Beasts
Laura Barrett

Bon soir, mon amies. It's payday tomorrow!

eyes closing slowly

almost falling asleep in the chair as I write this- listening to The Signal Podcast from CBC, waiting on this dark night to bring my boy home, and waiting for sleep. I must confess- I'm addicted. My life, moving or still, revolves around this music right now. And also- the weather today was warmer than usual, the wind stronger, the very kind of day where one's heart could be held aloft.