onsdag den 29. juli 2009

Don't Forget Me

I'm the rainbow in your jail cell
All the memories of everything you've ever smelled
Not alone, I'll be there
Tell me when you want to go Red Hot Chili Peppers



My exchange year in Canada is done. Over. Finito. In the spirit of this, I've decided to return to my old blog, which I've spiced up quite a bit for the occasion.
Thank you for following my blog through this awsome year, and I hope you'll want to take a peak at all the stuff that will now go down back in the homecountry of Denmark, and in the city of Copenhagen, when I move there for studying in August.
Find me at www.diamondsandahippo.blogspot.com

xx

fredag den 10. juli 2009

Sugar Baby Love

Sugar baby love
Sugar baby love
I didn't mean to make you blue
Sugar baby love
Sugar baby love
I didn't mean to hurt you The Rubettes
At Copenhagen Airport my second piece of luggage never showed up, so I had to wait about 200 years to fill out papers and talk about all the stuff I couldn't remember in my suitcase. When I came out my aunt and BFF Malene was there, with flags and a high level of excitement. It was pretty stella. My aunt said byebye, and then Malene and I went to the main train station, where we were met by my Peter and my sister! She drove us home to the Bronx. At home I was met by my dad, sister, Irish grandfather Ted, his wife Ruth, and my mother (the green woman doing a I'm-Actually-Really-Strong pose on the wooden recliner). Then, from behind a wall, a bunch of girls jumped out and yelled SURPRISE!

Lovely girls drinking a little cider and beer in my backyard, sweet backyard.

Paper Planes

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait M.I.A.


So I left from Regina to fly East at six in the morning. I almost missed my flight entirely because of Stupid Security Man but fortunately, I made it to Edmonton just in time for my next plane to Toronto (yes, back West again, across Saskatchewan. Makes a lot of sense).

In Toronto I ended up only having a couple of hours because of, ehm, lets call them technical difficulties. There was so many people in the airport that I knew! All these beautiful Japanese girls I'd met in Toronto were busy catching their flights back to Asia, and a lot of German students were going to Hamburg or, like me, to Frankfurt. As I was talking to my Czech friend Bára (we went to Mexico together in January) I suddenly heard this very loud, very distinct German accent shouting out my name behind me. I turned around, and there was André! We were both very tired, sad, but also excited about seeing each other and being, theoretically, halfway home to Europe. We picked up some Tim's and André almost missed his plane.

The plane was over booked and my boarding pas was giving me grief, so the Lovely Woman At The Gate With Awsome Nails upgraded me to Business Class, along with this German beauty featured below. I couldn't really eat any of the fantastic food and I didn't really sleep much, but I got a back massage for almost seven hours and I got to watch Bride Wars (the ending sucked), He's Just Not That Into You (what a crappy movie. I love SATC but the story line and over-all point here was just brutal), and a whole lot of 30 Rock and Extras (the one with Daniel Radcliffe almost made me cry, it's so brilliant).

torsdag den 9. juli 2009

Love

Nothing you can make that can't be made
No one you can save that can't be saved
Nothing you can do,
but you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy
All you need is love The Beatles

The last goodbyes were the hardest ones. We stayed up all night, people went home around three and then Kim and Lindsay came to the airport with Renée and my hosties. Saying goodbye to my friends was nothing compared to saying goodbye to Obama and Gandalf. I'm going to miss that basement.

Breakfast On Pluto

If you can't fly high
No need to feel low
The world is a merri-go-round
Look at the sky, and up there you'll go
Peacefully floating along Don Partridge


My last full day in Canada was ironically the 1st of July - Canada Day. We went to the Yorkton Fair and Jeremy and I got matching henna tatoos. Unfortunately for Jeremy, his tatoo got smudged when he got jumped by some drunk fuck on the way back to his car, as we all headed back to Sherry's car to drive back to the house.

The Kids Don't Stand A Chance

A devastating backstroke
All the way from France
With shiny, shiny cufflinks
A shirtsleeve to enhance Vampire Weekend



On my last day, Renée and I went to Chrystal Lake to walk and talk and (as it turned out) watch Sweeney Todd in her grandparents' basement in their mansion of a cabin. We wore matching Sacred Heart uniforms and lolled around the roads, getting complements from old jogging women couples and men walking their dogs (they probably all thought we were retarded and figured it would be politically appropriate to encourage our behaviour).

Out the Blue

Out the blue you came to me,
And blew away life's misery,
Out the blue life's energy,
Out the blue you came to you John Lennon


Eden, Renée and I went to the park and played around, climbing trees and fighting with twigs. Eden's gone to Saskatoon now, to work on her website www.edenhearts.com and at Staples.

Dance Anthem of the 80s

An addiction to hands and feet
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch each other sleep Regina Spektor


And then there was Grad. I bought a flowery dress and wore my high heels and danced all night. Then there was the grad party. I didn't take any pictures. It wasn't really necessary. A lot to drink, a load of good party music, and the best people to say goodbye to. It was sad, but kind of cool too. Oh, and I got a free orange tee from it (Regional Grad Party 2009)

The Dull Flame of Desire

I love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance
Like lightning flashing in the sky Björk


On my last weekend in Canada we decided to go camping. Reneé, Kim, Gage, Sherry, Landon and I borrowed Tyler's tent and set off to Madge Lake (which Reneé knew because she goes to Bible Camp there every summer.. effing cool kid). Kayla, Chelsea, Troy and Dieters came out to visit, swim and eat with us. We met these wicked funny guys from Swan and stuff (which is just out of town, and none of us could figure out why they all had accents). They did BMX tricks off a ramp out by the docks and then our boys challenged each other to skinny dipping.. And then the park raiders came. It was all really funny. On our way back it started raining and thundering madly. Very symbolic, I like to think.

lørdag den 6. juni 2009

Accidental Death

He was hunting with his own father
for deer, he pointed and spotted her
and then tripped over some roots or some dead trees
The gun went off, It was a mistake
And my father was only eight
And as he watched the dying deer he was changed
Cause he felt sorry for what he'd done
And he put down his gun
Will you feel sorry for what you've done?
Will you put down your gun? Rilo Kiley

So I thought Meryl Streep and Patrick Swayze died. I heard a rumour and I believed it full-on, so I was completely crushed all day, humming Dirty Dancing tunes and feeling miserably. At the end of the day I went on google to find some news about the whole thing, maybe pictures for a memoir collage, but nothing was up! So I was like, I was tricked!! But I still love that Kiley song.


Happy Birthday Kayla!
~ Chelsey: You were the one who took my lip balm!
I was so p-o'ed about that! I went home and called my sister
and she was like "so what?" and I was like "but my lips hurt real bad!"

~ Kayla: I'm so bend, I'm so bend, if I bend anymore I break! Get bend!
~ Vicki: Look at Chelsey drunk!
~ Me: She's a gonner..
~ Chelsey: I'm not I'm not I'm not! (to the wall)
Vicki: Who are you talking to?
Chelsey: My new friend Wall!
This friday's dress up day made the grads pull out their
outfits for one final strut around the school. Jessica
had issues sitting anywhere all day, but at least she looked pretty.
Oh, and a while ago we helped Lori dye her hair. It was supposed
to be Light Brown with a hint of Auburn but it turned out RED.
We liked it, she didn't.
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onsdag den 3. juni 2009

Flower

bring sally up
and bring sally down
lift and squat
gotta tear the ground
old miss lucy's dead and gone
left me here to weep and moan
if you hate it fold your arms
if you love it clap your hands Moby

a spring walk in the park

Last night I went on the swings with Sherry and talked about life. It's a pretty big thing, life. Really, I'm for cereal, fo sho - there are so many things out there. Sometimes I just want to be little again, back when all I cared about was colouring and drawing and creating art. Once, I ran out of red marker and stuffed my fat little-Annie finger into a pencil sharpener, and scribbled blood all over the cream-coloured walls. I wish I was good at drawing and playing the guitar and singing like Regina Spektor and Annika Aakjaer.
We watched the sun go down from the hood of the cobbertoned Chevvy and found a dead raccoon. I guess it was just one of those nights. This morning I walked to school and picked a bouquet of marigolds for Emily.

30.

Angel

You're my angel

Come and save me tonight

You're my angel

Come and make it all right Aerosmith




Have a super Sweet Seventeen, Nina! <3
30

tirsdag den 2. juni 2009

Field of Marigolds

Whether the weather was hot or cold
She laid herself by the marigolds
Waiting for nature to take its turn
For the sun to enlighten a mighty fern

She wondered about the air so clear
The air in her wondrous atmosphere
Waiting for nature to change her tone
The sun was enough to breathe alone from a poem by Anne Rold

Things on this busy mind of mine

Summer, summer, come oooon.
Yesterday a guy I know from school got hit in the
face during a fight with this other idiot. The guy
who was hit smashed his head on the pavement
and broke his jaw. Olivia and I checked his breathing,
made sure someone had called an ambulance,
and walked to the track field. It was still raining as
the three policecars pulled in and dragged witnesses
away. A mother arrived. It was pretty exciting business,
and the whole smoke pit society was first cheering,
then in panic, then running as far away as possible.

To be or not to be a vegetarian? This could become my summer '09 thing.

"The Elephant in the Room"
Drew and I do nothing in Creative Writing. It's now official.
But today he showed me this guy, Banksy, who does AMAZING
art stuff! www.banksy.co.uk.

Grad was last weekend! I don't know who these people are
but they sure look happy. Grad... then fourteen days of
school and a week of finals. Fun.

Fair's coming to Yorkton in July, yay!

Exams in a few weeks. So not ready! I'm taking math,
drama, and... english? maybe canadian history? It's
only about 150 years of facts, soo..

Exchange student reunion in Copenhagen at Marie Jo's
place in the fall. This is Copenhagen. This is where I'm moving

to in August!My cousin turned seventeen! Tillykke Martin! <3
My Nina and Malene's birthdays are coming up!
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onsdag den 20. maj 2009

Under The Sea

The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for? from The Little Mermaid
Anne: Hello. This is Drew Loucks speaking. I am gay. As in very happy. Especially in the morning.
Drew: You're such a liar! I'm gonna sue you for plagiarism!
Anne: How do you spell that?

Drew: all you danish people are no talent ass clowns, signed canada
Anne: Uncalled for.
Drew: Anne is now a converted pastafarian. Nice leopard tights ;)
Anne: Catholicism is for baby midget losers. Pastafarianism is the flow.
Drew: You really just put all the worst pictures you could find of me up, didnt you?
Anne: Pretty much, yeah.
Drew: Tomorrow, put up nice pictures of me.
Anne: The ones of Drew with his hands down his pants?
Drew: Yeah. Just nice ones like that.

torsdag den 14. maj 2009

Lover

And I-I,
I wanna fill your cup,
cup, cup, cup,
Fill it up,
fill it up to the
brim with love Devendra Banhart

An homage to snow;

dear snow,
you are my favourite white companion
you save me every time
today I was supposed to go running
and then you fell so fine
upon the Saskatchewan greens and fields
to no-one or nothing must you yield
instead you cover it all so nice
with you crystallized, powdery, beautiful ice.

As you might imagine, I was quite impressed with the weather today. Yesterday it was coming down as hard, hard rain (your breath smells like cardamom, and the words came just like a hard rain.. oh Shout Out Louds), yet today, after school (early dismissal! No bio! Whuppah!) it suddenly, sporadically, started snowing! I was meant to go to track at four (in half an hour) but on the announcements it said "unless it starts raining hard again, or unless it snows", so I guess I'm off the sweaty running hook for today. Hurray, hurray, silver lining!

Interesting things happening? Dillon won the elections and is the 2009/10 SRC President for Sacred. I heart elections! Fun speeches, free candy, random skits, nervous sweating, stuttering pleads, embarrasing desperation.. it's a ride. This week is spirit week and people have been dressing up with ugly tees, hockey jerseys (oh canada - we even had a special hockey analogy in one of the morning prayers, about how the ice is our future so lets get our skates on and go partake. Very original, I know), beach attire (yesterday - I salt-spritzed my hair), hardcore Sacred stuff (today) and tomorrow.. I think it is dress-up day like usual on fridays? I want to wear a top hat, but I don't own one. Oh, and I got my hair cut yesterday. It's shorter now, with weirdly long sidebangs. Need to trim them up a bit. Still quite pleased with the result, and not so grossed out by my disgusting split ends anymore, yay my hair.

Long weekend ahead of us! I have no idea what I'm doing. Rentals are out of town, and there are definately going to be some good parties in town, pit ones I've heard, so let's see if that's something to enjoy. Sherry went to Nova Scotia (or Vancouver?) to celebrate his sister's wedding, so I'm missing him already of course.

And 51 days to go. Scary! I had a convo about me going away today with Emily, and then this girl joined in;
Emily: just stay here, forever!
Girl: Anne, where are you from again?
Emily: You're kidding, right?
Girl: No seriously?
Me: You know where Yugoslavia is?
Girl: Hmm-hmm!
Me: Yeah, it's not a country anymore. I'm from Denmark.

Oh and Mom, please check your african email (:

søndag den 10. maj 2009

Funny Like Strange


She found me sealed in this jar
preserving and fermenting
the demons that dwell in the bar
where I said you'd be mine
Now alcohol will sum up the time
of our life Volcanoless in Canada

Drama Provincials are over. We got back from Regina yesterday, slightly bitter, but not really that let down - it seemed the winners of several of the (very prestigous) awards had been given at random. We didn't win any overall performance awards, except for best stage crew, and then we won a bunch of teccies - runner-up to best stage manager for Grace, make-up certificate for Amanda (she did my Freud-face and -hair), lights certificate for Mitch... and three acting awards for Luc, Brandi and I. Hells yes! I was very excited about it. It was a really good play, a really fun time, but I'm kind of relieved it's all over now... No more psycologically, no more literally, only literature. Uh, and Grace totally hooked the hot British guy from Your Mother's Butt. Just sayin'...
There were some people there who really really deserved to win the big ones though - like the 12-year old lead in A Thousand Cranes and the twin brothers in Inside Al. They didn't get the recognition they deserved, we all kept ranting on about that on the bus.. "We'll talk about it on the bus!" hahaa drama humour.
Anyways, we had about an hour and a half to go shopping in Regina - we went to that mall thingy, not the big mall, but just a mall. And I ran into my exchange student friends Gabbi and Gary! So random! I saw Gary and I was all like.. He looks foreign. I recognize him. Hmmmm... It's GARY! And I walked straight up to him, stared at him akwardly, and then he suddenly yelled out: ANNE! and it was a beautiful moment. We had fifteen minutes to catch up, get a couple of asian pics taken, then I had to bolt for the bus. Story of my life.
When we got back, Rey, Grace and I went to the coffeehouse. We didnt have enough money to buy the albums (made me feel like an ass) but we paid for a ticket and got nice cycle and sports ltd stamps on our hands - classy. At home I unpacked my bags, ate greek salad, put on an Obama shirt, watched hockey and went to bed with Rey's chocolate and the chamber of secrets. Today I have coffee, a peanutbutter and banana sandwich, and possibly track practice at four on my mind. Oh and happy mother's day. Ireland celebrates this day on the fourth day of lent. Shake you up a little?
54 days.. fml

søndag den 3. maj 2009

Baby Can I Hold You

Forgive me
Is all that you can't say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me
But you can say baby
Baby, can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time
You'd be mine Tracy Chapman


Tillykke Mor!
Du er den sejeste kvinde jeg kender, min stoerste aspiration og inspiration .
Jeg elsker dig. Tillykke med de 45!
Stort knus og kram paa din foedselsdag,
Din Annepande<3

Congratulations Mom!
You are the coolest person I know, my biggest aspiration and inspiration.
I love you. Congrats on turning 45!
Big X and Os on your birthday.
Your Anne.

Summer Sunshine

Just sweet beginnings and bitter endings
In coffee city, we borrowed heaven
Don't give it back, I've never felt so wanted
Are you taking me home? You tell me you have to go...
In the heat of summer sunshine
I miss you like nobody else
In the heat of summer sunshine
I kiss you, and nobody needs to know The Corrs



Today is hostmommy's birthday. Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. They are both turning 45. Isn't that kind of funny?




The weekend was going good, and then today happened. Friday was sweet, then yesterday I went to a big bonfire party, real Saskatchewan, way out of town. I've never met the guy who's place we were partying on, and I didn't get to meet him. None of us knew him, which is kind of funny and adds to the mystique. The fire was massive. At least sixty people showed up, which is impressive for Yorkton, and especially Willowbrook, which took everyone quite a few u-turns to locate accurately. It was a lot of fun though, a guy's pants caught fire and a girl peed on herself, oh and Rey accidentally pulled the hoodiestring out of Gage's sweatshirt, which is like the meanest thing you can possibly do to a person. Came home reeking of fire and spilt slurpees, but its nothing Y-town hasnt seen before. Today I woke up tired and restless. I coughed and sniffled. Then I watched Weeds and did my bio homework.

Carpel - A plants female reproductive organs consisting of the ovary, stigma and style.

Dad called, which was sweet, as always. My sister is apparently on her way to Japan now, surprise! She's in Australia at the moment, so a littel random, but cool for her. And she's decided not to go into medicin, but to go into civil engineering instead: Kudos. I'm totally going to be the uneducated failure of this family, I can sense it already.

The most up-lifting happening today: I had cold chinese food for breakfast, and probably will be eating maple cheesecake in about an hour.
The most depressing: only 61 days til departure

torsdag den 30. april 2009

Ghosts

He walked down a busy street
Staring solely at his feet
Clutching pictures of past lovers at his side
Stood at the table where she sat
And removed his hat
In respect of her presence
Presents her with the pictures and says
These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you
These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you Laura Marling

Oh yeah so how's life been, Anne? Well pretty swell I must say. Keeping busy with track (ran today, I almost died, running is hard!) and drama rehearsals (one week to Provincials!) so yeah, pretty pumped. But you know what pisses me off about track? Those people who run riiiiight behind you, but at almost the exact speed as you. Like continuously right behind you. When you start doing track you get the basics - always give a hundred procent, the fastest runners get the inner lane, if you're warming up you NEVER use lane one, if someone is in your lane and you're going faster than them you yell: TRAAAACK and they're supposed to step to the side, no hard feelings. If you run faster than someone, you run in front of them. If you are slower, you run behind them. If you run at the same speed, you run beside them. Is that logic to you? Be-he-heeeey, it's certainly logic to me. So stop running right behind me where I can only hear your heavy breathing but not see you, feel your impatiently beating feet but not step aside for you... Stupid track amateurs.

Oh! You might've noticed a new super-cool header I got. Yup, my Landon made that for me. Pretty cool guy. Also made the War is Wonderful poster. I tried convincing him to co-write this blog with me cos he's pretty funny and quite the computer nerd, but apparently that's way to cool for him, so yeah, he's not my favouritest person in the world anymore (high five, Santa). Today I went driving with my evil driving teacher, Mrs. Evil Driving Teacher, and she pretty much told me I would have to improve a million times to be able to go for my license before I leave. I almost cried, honestly, she is so mean, and then I drove for another half hour and she was all "oh that was a perfect turn!" and "very well done on that stop" and I was like yeah bitch I DO know how to drive BUYA but instead I just smiled and nodded and tried not to get blinded by her fake blonde bob of hair.
Papa G's got a poker game tonight. I'm feeling it.
You don't need eyes to see if someone's got a heart of glass
65 days! ah!

Runaway

I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Want you to stay
Want keep you inside
Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Want you to stay
Want you to be my prize Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Me: Hey Renee!
Rey: Yup?
Me: You're a zero. What's your name? No-one's gonna ask you.
Rey: ....
Both laugh
Me: No really, you're a zero.

A couple of reviews for the school news paper

Bob Dylan; Together Through Life

“Lay Lady Lay” is one of my Top Ten favourite songs in the history of the world. Honestly, I’ve listened to that song maybe a trillion times, and I have heard every cover of it, from Neil Diamond to the Byrds, even the Cher version (but frankly that just made me want to punch a baby. I mean, come on - shiny wigs, rhinestones and an ex named Sonny doesn’t mean you can pull off everything). Bob Dylan writes songs like no other, generation-defining tunes that has managed to stay true to the people for more than five decades.

Although Bob Dylan is known for originally being the product of the musical era of the 1960s, which included the likes of The Doors, The Velvet Underground, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Janis Joplin - basically every druggie band that’s been so successful musically, that they are still worthy of a lent ear almost fifty years later - he is still going on strong, with his newest album, Together Through Life, being released this Tuesday, the 28th of April. There is a lot of pressure on the quality of said album, especially after his last three albums (‘97’s Time out of Mind, 2001‘s “Love and Theft”, and 2006’s Modern Times) were mind-blowingly popular commercially, praised to the skies critically, and a general favour respectfully amongst Dylan’s artist peers. I did a little Internet no-no action to find tracks from this yet-to-be-released album and must say that I prefer the first two tracks, Beyond Here Lies Nothin’ and Life is Hard, above all the rest the album has to offer. If these are supposed to be sound bites accidentally-on-purpose leaked to the public to represent what the album will have to offer, they are very well chosen indeed. Take Dylan’s breathy, throaty folk voice, mixed with something that can only be described as 1950s-inspired acid jazz, and what you get is a compilation of surprisingly catchy tunes and romantically delicate lyrics that will hopefully keep you swaying for another decade or two.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs; It’s Blitz!

Karen O has proven herself worthy of the praise of the world once again, along with her two not-so-mellow fellows Chase and Zinner, who make up the band that’s been pumping us up on indie/alt/dance punk since 2000. I know I’m a terrible music harlot, especially in giving grand applause to albums that might not be in everybody’s taste, but the YYYs truly pulled off what should seem logically impossible - to make an album with enough variety to please every person with a preference for pleasurable tunes, without having to sell out for commercialization (thanks a lot, Killers) or stray from the reasons why we fell in love with them in the first place (in this case, the prominent guitar, heavy synth and distinctly high-pitched but mesmerizing vocals of Karen O). The album, which was released on April 6th, is composed of ten very pop-y indie-rock dance songs, each defined and independent, although every song also compliments the next in a way that makes it imaginable to play the entire album in one night alone, and still dance your tail off. The last song, Little Shadows, is an intensely pretty, peaceful, soothing song, with the ability to serve as a slow dance beat at clubs, or to lull you to sleep on a Tuesday night. As for the cover art: it represents very well what the album has in store - power, punk and protein. In case you’re still confused, it’s an egg. Being smashed. In Karen O’s hand. Let’s just agree right now, that if Soft Shock or Dull Life becomes the club beat of 2009, I called it.

lørdag den 25. april 2009

You Learn

I recommend
getting your heart trampled on
to anyone
I recommend
walking around naked
in your living room
Swallow it down
what a jagged little pill
It feels so good
swimming in your stomach
Wait until the dust settles

You live you learn

You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn

You bleed you learn
You scream you learn Alanis Morisette





After coming home from Saskatoon last night, I went to this pit party out by Theodore. It started snowing, blizzard-style, and the roads were freaky. We made it out there, got heated up around the fire. Some got a little too heated, and started picking fights. I tried standing in between this idiot guy who wanted to fight everyone, and my friend who was too drunk to understand what he was getting himself into. It ended up in blood trickling down the side of his face, red tears of ego pride. When I woke up today most of the snow had melted, and my hair seems longer, and it reeks of smoke.
Tonight I'm going to Sarah's birthday party, until then I'm planning some good me-in-the-tub and Count of Monte Christo time, with a cup of pollinsky-honey'd tea on the side.

first collage- wild things tee from urban outfitters, nonprescrition glasses from le chateau, covet perfume, gold braided headband from american apparel, Of Montreal Skeletal Lamping album, black men's shirt from fifth avenue shoe repair. canadian flag pin a gift from hostmommy.
second collage - vintage blue polkadot bomber and leopard nylon bomber from value village in edmonton, sequined scarf on sale from le chateau.

On the Radio

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some...
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed

But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
Regina Spektor

I've been singing this song the last couple of days, it's trapped in my mind for good. Stick it into some, someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood.. That just gets to me.

It's been a semi-busy week, and an awsome weekend. Not as much homework, a little more spring. Wednesday I signed up for the track team. I felt pretty damn cool. Thursday I went to the first practice, we ran 800, 1500, and 3k around the schools and the polluted lake/Canada goose reservoir. It was pretty cold, and I am definately the worst on the team, but it's so much fun and I after the long run I felt like going around a second time. It was pretty stupid of me not to bring anymore clothes than my new running shorts and a longsleeved drama shirt, cause I ended up getting a really stupid-sounding cough from it. Silly silly. Then yesterday, Friday, I went to this Catholic Youth thingy in Saskatoon. I'm not really a big religion fan, but my school's Catholic and the trip was all paid for by the administration, plus anything beats going to school friday with three tests lurking... So I went. And so did a bunch of my pals, so it turned out to be the supercoolest thing I did all week! I sat next to Landon on the bus, spiffy as hell, we rock the iflood on Kayla's ipod.

The speaker-dude who entertained us all day was from Louisiana, and all the talks were supposed to be about Jesus and stuff, but it just turned into this very personal comedy show type thing instead. So cool!


69 days... omfg