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

tirsdag den 21. april 2009

The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. William Wordsworth

I bought another poetry book, A Treasury of the World's Best Loved Poems. $2 at the opt shop. yay.

I am just sitting here, drinking water, eating cheerios and gathering inspirations for a dozen poems i have to write for friday. I wrote three and kind of lost interest in the project... It's a little too structurized for me. Wait, is that even a word?
Anyways, I was looking at blogs and I'm currently stalking this very perrrdy one called A Cup of Jo, and she had posted about stuff to do on weekends (http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-wonderful-weekend.html). And the one called It's fun being a girl, isnt it? Linked me to a page with Sonia Rykiel pictures. And I might be crazy, but isnt that Lewonderland's Amanda on the left?

Finally it's so pretty and spring-y in Y-town. The sun was really nice out yesterday, so I went for a barefooted walk to Sorbie's with a couple of friends to buy frozen yoghurt and bitch about car pollution and evil subs. As in teacher replacements, not sandwiches. I'm going Trebuchet now.

mandag den 20. april 2009

Father and Son

It's not time to make a change,
just relax take it easy,
you're still young that's your fault
there's so much you have to know.
Find a girl settle down.
If you want to you can marry,
look at me I am old but I am happy.
Cat Stevens


Dear Ruth,
I am sorry my preference in background colourings interferes with your pleasure in reading what I post on my blog. From now on, for you, it will be back to light and old-folks-friendly eggshell-esque nuances. Enjoy (:

søndag den 19. april 2009

We Will Vacation, You Can Be My Parasol

vacation says
vacation says
we have to be good to each other
we have to be so good to each other
we have to lend our support Be Your Own Pet

I am back, finally.
This has been a truly spectacular Easter break. In Canada, the break is the entire week, so my hostiemummy (Christine), my hostiesister Rey, and myself, decided to go to Edmonton, Alberta, for a little girls' trip. It was awsome, and the Foo Figthers know I don't use that word lightly.
It started an ended with the Coffeehouse.

I started off enjoying the weekend with a little partying thursday night, a little sleepover at our house later, followed by packing and then a trip to the coffeehouse saturday afternoon to see Welcome To Reykjavik at their album release of "For Sleeping Lovers and Those Who Wake Up Alone". Very cool. At 1.30 am, Saturday, we grabbed the Greyhound to Edmonton through Saskatoon and were betting to rest a little on it. Rey and Christime fell asleep instantly. I, on the other hand, had the creepiest old man sitting directly behind me on the bus. If anyone follows Sask news at all, you would know why I was totally and completely freaked out when this guy suddenly puts his hand RIGHT BESIDE MY CHEEK on my seat. If not, follow this link (its gross and gory and very sad, not for easily peeved souls like myself). Of course, he could've just been adjusting himself in his seat, but I flinced and sat very straight the next couple of hours, until we reached Saskatoon, where the creepy old guy got off. Actually, in the light of the bus depot he just looked like a tired old grandpa. Maybe I was a little paranoid there. The rest of the trip I listened to all my music on my shuffle and then listened to Mani Spinx and Welcome To Reykjavik over and over again.
Once in Edmonton we visited the family, had Easter dinner and all that jazz. On Easter morning we went to Anglican church and had a blast. Besides all the confusion on whether to stand or sit, and the really lond announcements on who's job it is to bring dip to the next social arrangements, it was really a lot of fun, and Rey and I sang all the songs in whatever alternative language was offered (usually French, sometimes tribe languages)

Of course we went to the West Ed Mall, which was just really, really big. I know thats the point of it being the biggest mall in North-America. Trust me, it was huge. The best was the skating rink where this little chinese boy did a million supercool tricks. We ate Yogen Fruz and admired the art.
And there was an indoor pirate ship. No biggie.

We ate a lot. Like every hour. One day we went to the Creperie and ate crepes for hours. It was sweet, but honestly, we all felt like throwing up after that. I was full until the next day. It was quite an experience.

We went to the Pincess theatre on Whyte and saw Adventureland. It was really cool. I can't believe that girl is in Twilight too, she is just incredibly talented and awsome. Go watch it. We also went to this improv show called Die-Nasty, its on every monday. It was so cool, honestly worth watching every single monday if you happened to live in the city.

We shopped a lot. I bought two escort dresses for the two grads in town this summer. One's black, one's white, I'm wearing the same accesorize on both because I'm just that cool (and just that cheap).
We went to Winners a lot a lot. Rey tried on many a dress while Christine searched every cook and nanny for a bedspread. I bought a pair of Adidas running shorts for half price.
Then we went to Saskatoon, and continued the search for a bedspred for Christine. It was kind of obsessive in the end. We went to the mall and to Digout family places, and to the movies to see Adventureland again (because its THAT good).


When we got back, I went for run in my new running shorts and fell in mud. Twice. We went to see Welcome To Reykjavik and these three other guys playing at the coffeehouse, Yorkton was their first tour ground, yay us! in the evening I wore my new H&M black pants and slided down a slide that was really, really wet while playing Grounders.

Tonight: rehearsals got cancelled, so tea and homework are still my date. Happy Easter.

onsdag den 8. april 2009

Tillykke Far<3

Kaereste Pappi,
tillykke med foedselsdagen! Du er i Pennsylvania lige nu, saa ingen gaver til dig - du maa vente til jeg kommer hjem! Jeg haaber du faar en dejlig dag, og at du husker at fejre hvor gammel du nu er! Ha' en super dejlig dag, jeg elsker dig og savner dig til skyerne! Glaedelig foedselsdag.
Kys og kram,
din Anne <3
[Dearest Dad,
happy birthday! You're in Penns right now, so no presents for you - you'll have to waut til I get back! [in july]. I hope you'll get a great day, and remember to celebrate how old you are getting! Have a great day, I love you and miss you to the skies! Happy birthday.
XO
your Anne ]