The Summer Room

Toronto in the spring is wonderful. Toronto in the summer is wonderful. Toronto in the fall is wonderful.

I get to spend my whole summer until September in the most glorious room. It's right in the middle of Parkdale, which means it's close to hip hang outs, close to the beach, close enough to the city center, close to no frills, close to a shopper's, close to the library... pretty much close to everything worth being close to. Which is why I love Parkdale so, so much. When I first moved to Parkdale in 2009, I didn't really even notice anything because it was getting cold out and I was busy. Once it got warmer and I became less busy, I noticed what a fucking fabulous neighbourhood I was living in. Naturally, when I got back from Alberta, I refused to live anywhere else. Why on earth would I want to? Cheap rent and all the above listed perks of living here... forget about anywhere else.

So anyway, suffice it to say, I'm pretty fucking stoked.

There's a nice sunny window with a quaint garden view. A wardrobe and dresser, which are a VERY nice change from living out of two suitcases squished under my bed + a large pile of clothes IN my bed. A desk, room for my bags to be hidden away, and it's about the same size as my old apartment with a nice big bathroom next door, and a good sized kitchen just up stairs. And I get a porch! And I don't have any psychotic drunk neighbours who will throw things at the walls and scream out the window at 7am. Fuck that dude. Seriously.

I shall now lounge in the gloriousness that is my summer flat.
Good night, and good luck.


I should totally see that movie, shouldn't I?


Also.

I bought Walk The Line yesterday.
I've spent forever in a coma of the deliciousness of Joaquin.

Johnny Cash; Underwear

Basically.

I'm celebrating the fact that I can once again walk around in a thong and tank top without anyone flipping their shit saying I'm inappropriately appareled.

I'm celebrating the fact that I can once again do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want.

I'm celebrating the fact that I, once again, am home.

<3 Hello Toronto. It's nice to be back.


And tomorrow, I'm going downtown to finally buy Walk The Line. Because no video shop in Canmore had it.

However, I do still mourn the fact that I was away during every opportunity to see Rammstein.
Fuck my life. They mean absolutely EVERYTHING to me.

So close when we were in Edmonton on the same nights... but could I go see them?


Of course not.




Europe. In Europe, I can.

I Wasn't Going To Say Anything

... but seriously? All this business about Osama Bin Laden is such bullshit.

People are celebrating that he got killed.
As if he was at all still relevant.

This hasn't been about Al Qaeda for a long time. And even if it was, there is more than just one person in it and behind things.

If this REALLY was going to make ANY difference at all, wouldn't soldiers be getting pulled out of the Middle East??
Yes.

And are they??
No.

Which means that this makes no difference to anything. Cool. Osama Bin Laden can't plot any more terrorist attacks.
It doesn't mean no one else isn't going to.

People are celebrating and chanting "USA!" in the streets, or so I hear.
How embarrassing.

He's being compared to Hitler.

How absolutely ridiculous. He was a fucking terrorist. He occasionally orchestrates mass murders to get a rise out of people.

Adolf Hitler managed to become chancellor of one of the most powerful European countries, take over most of Europe, convince enough of a country that genocide was the way to go to make Germany a better place to live, actually go through with widespread genocide, cause a World War, etc. Plus he had a whole bunch of nasty associates to play with. (I'm sure Bin Laden also has many of these, but I don't know their names)

You can't claim that Bin Laden started a war, because that probably wasn't his intent. I'm going to blame that one on the government of the United States. Way to go. By the way. On that one. Yeah.
Not really.

Hitler, on the other hand, wanted to take over the world, and would start a war over it if necessary. He ordered the ethnic cleansing of millions of people, and then caused a war, which killed tonnes of other people.

Added together, I'm sure the death toll far surpasses however many people were killed in acts of terror.
Not including suicide bombers themselves, of course, because if you really want to die killing other people, that's your problem.


ANYWAY.
I'm in Southern Alberta right now. On a farm. Just until Wednesday, though.
I can see Montana from the barn.
Chief Mountain (or something) in Glacier National Park.

Underland

When I was little, whenever I would get sick and have a fever, I'm not sure if it was NOT taking my ADHD medicine... or because I DID take it... but I used to have the same dream over and over again, as well as other night terrors and hallucinations when I was awake. I distinctly recall a specific instance when I was in my parents bed, and my mother was with me, and I was certain there were buggly little machines crawling across the bedspread doing their own little jobs. I don't remember if I thought they were terrifying or not... I can still see them in my head.

My mother kept telling me they weren't there, but I couldn't sleep because I could feel them, and when I'd open my eyes, I could see them, as well.

To this day, when I am sick, I still get this weird jittery feeling when I'm lying in bed. I don't think I have the hallucinations anymore, but I do still have "the dream". It's my sick dream. I always know I'm actually sick when I have it.

It's like I'm two people at once, sitting in a house looking faaaar across some sort of open space into the other house, at myself. One of them is alone in an empty house, and the other is in a house full of people with buzzing chatter going on. It just keeps switching perspectives.

ANYWAY. I think I probably blog about this every time I feel at all sick, but whatever. Whenever I am sick, I always watch Alice In Wonderland. It somehow makes me feel better because it's mad anyway, and when I get sick, my brain goes a bit... round the bend, really.

It's Alice time.

In other news, since I'll make this not a completely pointless post...
Today we went to the Nordic Centre and went cross country skiing. Which was kind of like torture. I did pretty all right for the most part, but when I was returning my skis, I had a ridiculously clumsy moment and slipped on the concrete of the rental centre. My knee hurts sooo bad now and I dropped both my skis and poles and ended up in a ridiculous sprawl across the entry way. The staff laughed at me and said I was awesome. I was like, "oh gee, thanks." But honestly, I definitely would have done the EXACT same thing if it had been someone else.

Blogger is really dropping the ball on the ease of updating thing... It's so slow lately! It makes me want to never update here... but I've had this blog forever, so I shouldn't stop now. It's the most faithful I've ever been to any sort of blog or diary in my life.

I feel like shit, so I'm going to watch Heston's Alice feast, and then actually watch Alice, at which point I will probably pass out half-way through.

Wild Hearts

Guess I was pretty shit at updating in March. Oh well. It was mostly because blogger was being a fucking dick and I kept losing patience instead of waiting for it to get its shit together.

Anyway. I guess I've been busy doing things. Work. Reading. Whatever else.

What I really wanted to blog about was music. I was watching this video, because I came across it on a website, not youtube, and decided to watch it.



Every second of every song I listen to, my life is changing. The way I listen, the way I think. Everything. It's all just in a constant state of flux because of music. It's kindof amazing.

One of the great things about music, is that, you're always listening to someone who is in love with what they do. How can they not be if they struggle so much to be able to create it?

My point is, music is beautiful. And it teaches me things every day.

Also. Go look at this. She just updated it, and her photography is always beautiful.

Things I Miss

• The CN Tower at night.
• Living alone.
• Hour-long showers.
• Sleeping in until however.
• The waterfront.
• Otto der Teufel (my bike).
• Loud music all the time.
• Living alone.
• Spending all day in bed.
• Walking around naked.
• Not doing dishes.
• Not cleaning. Ever.
• Doing whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want.
• Changing my mind from being vegan, to vegetarian, to omnivore, and back, whenever I fucking want to and no-one saying shit about it.
• Riedel (my bass).
• Living alone.
• Sleeping in the same bed as my bestfriend, whenever.
• No one bossing me around in my own house.
• Not being constantly overdoing everything.
• Not being constantly exhausted.
• Legends of Karaoke on Monday nights at Sneaky Dee's.
• Parts & Labour.
• Living alone.
• David.
• Spending all day just me and my vibrator. :P
• Spending all day just riding my bike.
• Booster Juice.
• Not running into my students' mothers at karaoke.
• Warm weather.
• Sleeping on a shitty futon mattress on the floor.
• My Holga.
• Living alone.
• Big cities.
• Zooming off to NYC whenever I want.
• Vegan restaurants.
• Actually good vegan food.
• Living alone.
• All my friends.
• Living alone.

Calgary [is Gross]

Alberta is generally gross. The Rocky Mountains are nice... but let's be honest here, they really belong in BC instead.