fleet foxes

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Blue Ridge Mountains...

sweetest taboo

Si ma folie fait ton desespoir
ne m'en veux pas
je n'ai pas voulu te faire de tort
si tu savais combien mes desirs me font soufrir
e m'en veux pas
je me debat contre ce sort
la musique est mon sweetest taboo
comme une tempete
elle envahi mon corps mon etre
c'est un mystrere qui rend fou
un univers ou se confonde la nuit le jour
tout devient possible
c'est mon taboo
la musique, la musique est mon sweetest taboo

sometimes its just too good for me
j'ai tout fait pour y croire
mais mon taboo me rend trop egioste
chaque jours sans toi
me rappel a ma douce folie
malgre moi elle se glisse entre nouse

Answer.

What was the first CD you've ever bought in life?

never a dull moment

This is probably why I enjoy working in the exchange so much.

Because of the recurrent visits from an array of people, who I am assuming have some sort of mental disability/psychosis, I am lead to believe that there is some sort of home/shelter that houses these interesting people somewhere near by. (perhaps the health science psych ward.) Today, Trent came in again, (I already forgot his name, so we'll just dub him the pseudo-name Trent)and just wanted to "hang" out, he took of his jacket laid his backpack down on the desk and got comfortable, then proceeded to say that this music was 'amazing' and how he just had to say it, that it was amazing, and that this place centered him, then he would kind of space out for like five minutes not saying anything, then return to earth and say something else completely random. Maybe Connect Four is sort of his sanctuary. Soon after he gave me his wallet encouraging me to look at his ID to make sure he wasn't crazy, like an ID makes you sane. Anyway, that was Trent, here is my list (because I like lists) of other neat randoms that roam the exchange. Not all of them are crazy.



1. Trent, active postulation on a minor form of psychosis.


2. Cute old man who I am positive is functioning with a moderate level of autism. He's always looking for Alana who works for Provici. I must determine why.



3. Gross disheveled woman walking aimlessly around with half her head covered in scraggly fake, black clip on hair, and her gunt proudly hanging out for the public to see. She also sports a hospital bracelet. (Crazy? you might say so)



4. My illiterate friend who still persists to wash our windows.



5. Panty man. Borderline exhibitionist. Enjoys trying on womens underwear and having pictures taken. (oh how could I forget?)



6.Man/woman on excessively decorated moped, with killer legs and thick french accent.



7. Weeping Scam artist, in dolla dolla bill yall hoody, claiming his nephew died via drunk driver and needs to return our jeans for cash.



8.Irate Bum who yells at me when I don't give him money. Claims he is a native of Canada and has the right to a good job.



9. Older bald (tall) man who appears established (I'm thinking Lawyer/CEO or something - kind of reminds me of Penguin in Batman, all portly) who comes to get his makeup done in drag. Full on drag. Full on.



10. Victor. Oh Victor.

WTTTTFFFF.

For 75 US dollars this can be yours!

wait a minute

On my commute to work I saw TWO license plates with the numbers 666. Omen? .....

what goes bump in the night.

Currently there is a bottle of holy water sitting on the coffee table, and every time I walk by to get to the kitchen I am drawn to look at it, more like forced. It looks so ominous, that translucent liquid in that opaque plastic bottle. Who put it there? What is it for? My dad brought it from the Philippines, my thoughts. It's giving me the heebie jeebies. Maybe its purpose is to repel bloodthirsty creatures of the night. A good idea for all hallows eve. (good thinking dad, good thinking) or maybe...... my dad has come to the belief that I have turned into a wicked wicked wench full of debauchery and demonic will, and he is purposely (and in secret) trying to sabotage my growing lust for sin and evil, so now he thinks I need guidance and this is the only way. The only way to make me pure again, by stealthily placing drops of holy water into my beverages. Hmmm. This could be a possibility.



Maybe its this image I keep getting my head from the movie Omen involving holy water, maybe that's the association. Was there even a scene with holy water or am I making that up? No matter, it still creeps me out. When I think holy water I never think good things like unicorns, butterflies and rainbows. I think, vampires, burning skin, and evil pure pure evil. So it's suppose to cast away the such, what does Wikipedia have to say about it (taking a moment to read up on it..... and..), baptisms, sacraments, oh neat, proper disposal. Anyway, thanks Hollywood, for giving me bad dreams. Thanks for that.

sans beard.

The first time we met he was sans beard, that should of been a sure indication he was bad news, despite his assumed innocence. His impeccable attire should of been a warning sign too. I've decided that I'm incapable of dating if that's what it was. What's with this. I've been given advice on how to deal with this one, it involves 4 easy steps: Step 1, Print pics of said offender, step 2 draw all over it (perhaps creating him into a crack whore/drag queen or a homely bum), step 3 tear them apart, step 4 throw them out. AND DONE! A therapeutic experience, so I'm told. Rocky gave me this piece, I'm quite amused that she printed the pictures for that soul purpose, but I'm pretty okay with this, I'm not bummed as much as I thought I would be. More mad with myself, than anything. So ladies, and MAN, what are your "therapeutic" methods? I'm going to get a haircut.
In total, beards are great.


p.s. I still have that persimmon, waiting for someone to bite into its soft supple flesh, you know you want it.

I guess..

Persimmons, the "underrated treat in a tomato costume". According to our good friend Wikipedia, these little babies are true berries in definition and come in acorn, pumpkin and spherical shapes. They also have chemical and medicinal purposes, like all good things. I also looked up the word 'fruit' up on my dictionary widget, and there it was in all its glory, Persimmon in the P section of those that were listed. So yes, yes persimmons are fruits indeed. This leads me to my afternoon events: I went to Young's Trading (which by the way I love Asian markets, so many bizarre foods) today and spotted a nice cardboard box full of them. I decided that it was time to find out what all the fuss was about, so I bought two. Two because, what if I really really enjoyed this tomato disguised treat and wanted another one? Not one, because one would look stupid to buy. Two looks more meaningful. Anyway, I thought it was going to taste super sour and for some reason I thought there was going to be this massive brown seed in the middle, but I was wrong in my assumption. It was kind of sweet but bland. I guess it was ok. Kind of dry too. They look better as decoration. So, does anyone want a free persimmon? It's free!!!!

Lately I have been unmotivated to post anything up, but last night I came across the Manitoba Comic Convention website (yet again) and to my surprise someone new has been added to the 'celebrity' guest list. Now this is worth blogging about: LeVAR BURTON. I am sooo there, just to be in the same presence of this childhood friend, is worth my 12 dollars. When he started playing Geordi LaForge in Star Trek, I was convinced that he was Levar's evil doppelganger, and I couldn't quite put two and two together. But I was like 4. How weird is to watch your favorite children's PBS host after school and later watch him as a blind sci fi guy on Star Trek. Well, it was weird for me. Now, it's just a matter of finding someone who is willing to come with me.

adolescent folk

A hoard of teenagers rampaged the store today. I hate teenagers especially in large groups, mostly because they scare me. Running around with their malicious thoughts and messing things up (all loud and obnoxious). They came in a pack of approximately 20, I'm assuming they were part of field trip of sorts. Most of the time, such that it is when I am with smaller humans, I have no concept on how to interact with pubescent people at all. They just look so mean and ruthless. (remember mean girls?). I watched as they walked by and took a gander inside (good lord don't come in here, you can't afford anything anyway), I hoped that they wouldn't bother coming in, but they did anyway. When they rushed in I was basically praying under my breath for them to leave. Then I secretly wished that they would terrorize the store across from me (October), just so Eco and I could have something to text each other about besides my aching stomach. Gawd I'm bored.

My favorite part is when the piano explodes. Epic.

Another quick summary of the weeks events:

Vendredi, le juillet 11
Crystals Castles was basically a melange of human sweat and electro thrash. Alice Glass looks like a zombie and at one point J was nice enough to push me right into her when she decided to crowd surf. Hah. Almost almost. Kev Kev came in for the show from Kingston and it was nice to see him again. After-show events are left undocumented because my camera was temporarily out of order so no awesome pictures of all of us eating FILET O FISHES! (well, just J and I). Boo. That and I probably looked like a bag of garbage. Who wants to see that? J, like no other, drove us home, which I was suuper thankful for, because the metro closes at 12am. He's like the most humble person I know and Emily has decided that he is like her grandpa. So true. Haha.
I went to the pomme-pomme craft fair on the weekend at La Sala Rosa. So awesome. It reminded me of the "ain't your grandma's craft sale" in winnipeg (which was probably a knock-off of the fair in Ottawa) I picked up a few things, some posters, a silkscreened tee and a Supayana top. Something that I've been meaning to buy for a long time now. Periodically I check her blog/ebay/etsy store and pretty much want everything I see. I met her too, which was kind of weird. I basically felt like I was telling her I was her biggest fan. Oh the internets. I hope there is another craft sale before I leave. There were a lot of things I wanted to pick up but I didn't get a chance to go back. Dimanche, le 13 juillet
Sunday morning (more like afternoon) was welcomed with a hearty breakfast at Eggspectations. I think everyone has decided that every sunday we're having breakfast there. It has been established. I've already decided what I'm going to order for tomorrow. :) This sunday, I think it is safe to assume that discussion will be on Elaine's liaison with the infamous "Felippe". Dorm room GOSSSSIP. Hey-o! jeudi, le 17 juillet
The afternoon was spent shopping on Mont-Royal, and eating more waffles at G Point. This time I took pictures. Look at that sweet goodness. I also stopped in a Cupcake shop called Petite Gateaux. Last nights pre-game party on floor 17. Sociables. google it.
And finally...At one point in the week I was down St. Denis where Juste pour rire was. There were some cooky things going on, such as these two men with vegetable/fruit babies.

Blagh

The weather here has finally cooled down a bit, and my room is less stuffy as it was two days ago. The last events in a nutshell: Emily and I waiting for the metro, I cant remember where we are headed. Grocery shopping me thinks. - Which I'm already running low on. le mercredi 9 juillet (har har har) we went to an activity, Theatre de la Verdure (spectacle de danse) which was an outdoor contemporary dance performance, in a park. We didn't get to see the complete performance because we got rained on. Boo hoo. I thought it was cute how some people continued to watch in the rain, some pulling out umbrellas. It was nice to be rained on. Headed over to Frite Alores on St. Denis, for some poutine, and bought me-self a phone card finally. On Thursday, I went to Musee des beaux-arts de Montreal, and later ventured to the Yves Saint Laurent LOVE exhibit. I won't post any pictures of the Musee, they pretty much suck. I saw an Eames chair, Frank Llyod Wright dining room table set and a Frank Ghery cardboard chair, and some other jazz. I wasn't allowed to take any pictures inside the YSL exhibit. Oh well.
After that .....I journeyed to Amherst to HQ gallerie and boutique, met the owner who is from winnipeg too. Super nice, recommended some things to do, that include tuesday nights at casa del popolo and a craft sale this weekend at la sala rosa - which i'm pumped for. Met up with J and bobo for eats and later watched Adrift in Tokyo at the Fantasia film festival. Soooooo good. Soooooo funny. I'm hoping to (no actually i;m going to) watch some more. Thats it for now.....blah blah blah. Crystal Castes toooonight.

UPDATE:

There are dead bugs in my fridge. Nice. Real nice. :(

I have finally settled in my dorm room (whoopie doo.) and I basically live in jail cell. Earlier this evening I found a dead beetle on its back, it was a little unsettling. My mattress is covered in hospital green plastic, making it impossible to sleep on at night, and it is UNBEARABLY hot in here, due to the lack of the goodness that is called AC. Thank God I have a fan. I want to say I'm extremely excited and pumped to learn french and live here for a month, but in reality I think I'm not. I super miss home (already) and the duo (no longer the trio! pooo! ). I even miss J even though he lives here, just when I was beginning to get used to things. It was good to talk with Che tonight and catch up, left me all teary eyed. Its only a few days in, I think I just have get used to this.
A recap of what has happened the last couple of days: Pizza Hutttttt yum. yum. Les Studios, Res. BOO. Emily's "jaffa" cakes view from my window. booorrring. Bierre on st. laurent. 2 dollah chowmein My jail cell. I miss these goons.

And so it begins.

I think I've decided that I don't like flying. The flight was pretty flat, but aside from the shitty recycled air that left my throat dry and sore, and that I had no other option but to sit between two people, it was relatively pleasant (in the sense that I generally don't like flying). Laubo checked me in, which was a bonus and Elaine came to see me go, extra bonus. The Winnipeg Blue Bombers were on the flight as well, that was kind of neat, I guess. I didn't sit with any of them though. Because they are larger men, they are seated through out the plane and not altogether to keep it balanced. I thought that little factoid was neat. The girl next to me was reading a french book called La Fee Carabine and I don't know that means. What else? I hate chewable pills, gravol gross. So now I'm basically just waiting for J to pick me up, oh and it's raining. I'm kind of glad for that. Wait, actually I am.

There is a man who comes into the store every so often, asking to do the windows for ten dollars, but Mike is never around. He's even bought a pad of manual receipts to give out. Today I told him to come by on Canada day. He pulled out his pad of receipts and attempted at writing something out, when he asked me how to spell Canada. I'm pretty sure he was borderline illiterate. I secretly watched as he struggled at forming the letter 'd'. I guess I'm naive, but I can't believe there are people out there who can't read. This upsets me.

holograms and gay men on scooters.

Some crappy pictures of the MIA concert, (that does not justify how much fun it was), and a dazzling french man I met in the exchange today. Look at those killer legs. .

It's devastating how bored I am at work right now. WWW doesn't do it for me anymore (well at least for today), yet I feel that without it I'm lost. The door is open and I keep hearing a mythical jungle man and his signature call. Was Tarzan mythical? Where is said Tarzan and why is he in the exchange district? I wonder if he's just wearing a loincloth.

Tomorrow I'm going to see MIA, perhaps I will take pictures. Perhaps.

Church of the future.

Biased Shmiased.

Cupcake extravaganza part II avec cousin Che. These ones were white vanilla cupcakes with strawberry cream icing, some of them had almonds on it. Tons of fun baking and making a pseudo cooking show complete with commentary. (I'll leave that one out.) Always a good time with Cheryl. Being a full time recluse seems to be much more fun.

sugar & whitebread

I made chocolate cupcakes and took pictures.Yum yum in my tum. I also managed to break my moms mixer mid cream. Way to go Kimbo, but it seems to be working now. Look at these babies!

I never thought you'd catch that train.

Midnight bike rides and an anorexic diet is officially on the agenda until July. I'm pretty sure the absence of food won't pan out, I'm already hungry thinking about it.



Emily and I went for a bike ride tonight and I stink like gross right now. I enjoy empty streets and the occasional bum. One day I'll run into that one I met at Sals that late night. I'm pretty confident that his name was Gord. I regret not buying that drawing of Iggy Pop he did.



I've also decided on biking to work from home (good luck with that Kimbo, pretty ambitious). Paying for parking and my existing pile of parking tickets sucks.

Also......Sylvia Plath, makes me angry with the world, and everyone in it.


I am a ghost

Dracula's soul brotha.

Hero.

I hope I'm somehow related to him.

circa 1997.

Also, blah blah blah, some songs that will always hold a place in my heart: It drips on the street
Muxtape styles. p.s. For some reason Rouge Wave sounds completely distorted and slowed down. I guess that comes with the whole 'mixtape' idea.

Serious breakdown this morning. I need to pull myself together.

things that I would like to bottle and keep for later purposes:

1. That feeling of accomplishment after finishing a paper

2. That feeling after writing an awesome paragraph, and thinking shit that was a good paragraph.

3. stage 4 and REM sleep.

4. good hair days

5. smooth legs right after you shave 'em

6. watching Kevin eat a burger. (pretty much a rite of passage)

7. Nostalgia after hearing a song you haven't heard in years.

8. Finding money in your jacket pocket that you haven't worn since last season

9. Grade 7 pubescent body (I'm half kidding)

brown envelope suggests importance

Looks like I'm going to be in Montreal for a month for more schoolio. The debauchery begins. Whoop whoop! Monsieur Boustan I'll see you and your awesome mustachio soon, this entails shawarma (like everyday). p.s. Somehow I don't feel as excited as I was before, maybe its all these papers I need to write thats weighing me down. I'm full of complaints, that and I'm repressing a lot of angst, graduation is around the corner and I'm seriously scared of what's next. Like so scared.

Feeling so lost and guilty.

Why does everyone bite the candy right away? Doesn't anyone savour the taste of it? I'd like to meet that person.

worms in your poo.

Stressing cause I have tests and papers coming up. I have two tests this week, one tomorrow and the other on Thursday and I have a stupid cold. I thought I could get away this year without one, I guess not. Really really looking forward to Spa day on the 24th with some lady friends, but a little worried about how much a facial is going to hurt. An art opening on the 14th (Valentines day - whomp whomp whomp), "Subconscious City", should be interesting? I dunno. Valentines day is for suckers, and it can eat my ass. This head cold can eat my ass too. P.S. Dallas Green likes to eat ass. I want to buy his new album solely for that reason, and I like 'waiting' WHAT?

This is it.

Or I could always just perm it like slash from Guns N Roses. ROCK ON.

hairdoos

I've been thinking of getting a perm lately. (I know I know..perrrrmss gross blah blah). But I've been seriously debating on the idea. These are my top choices, guess which one is my fave.