I'm dancing around my kitchen listening to the radio and cooking a dinner fit for a king (or a student). Life is good.... until the radio host announces that we're expecting flurries on Friday! Now I don't know who "we" is but speaking for myself, I am not expecting flurries at all! "Hey Flurries! Don't come round my backdoor!" Suddenly the ghosts of summers past, flash into my mind's eye as I scramble to hold on to what little memories I have left. I'm taken back to the sweet days of me at Seventeen: working to shop,Flying High and Chasing the sunrise.
(Next summer equals massive amounts of loafers and calf socks, But until then. Bundle up)
I got my laptop back. It's almost like brand new but just the same as when it left me (a little bit battered and bruised but simply made for me). It feels good to feel the keys with every word I type.
Anyway, I'm rebuilding my music collection for what seems like the 20th time since me and this thing called "the virus" became frenemies. Although I curse the world everytime this happens, I can't help but be thankful. Each time my musical taste and style is reborn. I'm basking in the sweets sounds of Joni Mitchell, Journey, Kings of Leon and Whitney (before Bobby) just to name a few. My I pod has never been so alive and my ears have never been so happy. I think if you happen to spot me on the toronto streets you may see light shining out of my ears. They beem with glee as I saunter through the autumn leaves.
I think I truly fell in love with Joni upon one instance the I imagine will lurk my mind for the next while. If I ever write an autobiography this particular story may just enter it. And if you know me, you'll be overcome with empathy.
" So I'm walking to my house from school. I forgot some crucial component needed for the work I was doing in the studio. More than mustard, I HATE when I forget things. (that's A LOT) Anyway, I'm walking on the sidewalk and I come face to face with a gust of wind. In the battle there is a casualty. My scarf flies into my face rendering my eyes useless. In panic I try to enable my vision but in this struggle I drop my bag. I'm flustered. I have my belongings displayed on the sidewalk and I imagine looking like such a tool to the outside world. As I bend down to assess the situation, I note all of the people who are walking by me. At the moment I remembered my Grade One teacher Mrs S saying that it was important to be kind to one another, to help others when they needed help and to share our scissors. Here in the city, I am invisible and no one has learned the lessons I have learned so long ago. No one stops to help, no one smiles at each other. We are zombies trying to get from point A to point B. I got out of my own head for a moment as i picked up my belongings and Joni's voice echoed. "Oh it gets so lonely when you're walking and the streets are full of strangers" I couldn't find better words to describe the scene. It was lonely. It was cold. It was beautiful. It was rhyme. "
It was a literary discussion of the ages. I sat on the infamous red futon dissecting my latest musical obsession. Cranking up the volume as loud as it could go on the laptop, St. Vincent's "All My Stars Aligned" gently filled the room received by my ears, nostrils, open wounds and mouth. As stated, I'm always thankful for great lyrics, but even more so, I'm thankful for music that allows the audience to walk in the artist's shoes for 3-4 minutes. Well, i've walked the route so many times these past few days and my feet are sore. Listen and I won't need to explain myself any further. "I do a dance to make the rain come..." It's such an odd thing to characterize the rain. I often think of storms as negative things or that we must endure the rain just to get a rainbow. In reality, rain can be a gift. This lyric is proof. I'm doing a dance all week to make my rain come. I want it to fall and drench me. I mean, when was the last time I played in the rain? I think I've finally got the dark cloud over my head outsmarted. I'm simply not afraid of it anymore nor am I annoyed. In my class act of desperation, I hope I'm cleansed of my extreme pessimism.
Today, the urban planner handed me a flower with only two petals. this was my thought: "they love me, they love me not" gah! I think I need to be injected with sunshine and cotton candy.
PS. I bought a really good shirt the other day! The Gap has treasures if you wear 'em right.
It's raining again today. I wasn't too sure if this was a true fact upon waking up this morning. You see, there's this black cloud over my head and it's raining hard. I thought I'd try to outsmart it by running in circles or doing zig zags down my corridor, but, it anticipated my every move. I even continued into the shower, thinking this cloud would take a smoke break or something and let me enjoy a relaxing shower, but No-way-jose. The cloud continued to rain down even harder, fucking up the water temperature. In that moment I rememberd how mama said there'd be days just like this... she just never taught me how to deal. I've been looking through some old note books and this bad boy was scrawled in my worst lettering:
are we ever really prepared? Doubt it, but w/e
On days like these I like to stay in bed, do some reading/ writing, and catch up on my perez. I can't get enough. Anyway, for a moment or two, the sun appeared when I saw this Amazing new video from that chick: Sasah Feirce! or is this one Beyonce? Either way, I totally dig the tune and all the popping and locking she's briging into my life. I've pretty much had this video on repeat. It's so tough.
Continuing my Beyonce Binge, I'm in love with this coat. I've had this picture saved on my computer in hope that if i wish for it everyday it'll drop out of the sky and into my arms. Beyonce pulls this MJ inspired look off better than budding fashion icon Rihanna and that's saying something- fucking Diva.
"It was said that America would get their first black president when "pigs fly". A little while into his reign as president, "Swine Flu" " - HAHA
Speaking of Swine, I'm sick/ developing allergies! Not fun at all I tell you, not fun. Sickness= "Bad face days"!!! It's basically like having a bad hair day but obviosuly a lot worst cause I don't have a plastic Surgeon at my disposal. Anyway, the plus side of these BFD's is my choice of some pretty stellar apparel to compensate. I’m going through such a grey phase. I like to think the colour isn’t seasonal, but can actually break past its winter association. I could be wrong…but whatever. Deal with it. I wore this for my night out with the Dreams. Such a good production btw.
