you know that phantom planet song "california"? the one that was featured as the opening to one of our generations finest shows, The OC? God I love that song.
i was listening to it this morning and gosh does it ever conjure up memories of high school...bonfires on the beach, the house i burned down when i was hiding from the police, the time i shot my boyfriend's brother, my brief stint as a lesbian, my old range rover i used to get me from my mansion to school everyday, my trip down to cabo where i od'd on tequila and sleeping pills....ahhh the good times.
or at least it may conjure up such memories if i had gone to high school at an exclusive private school on a sunny californian beach in the wealthy suburbs and if i was a 25 year-old playing a 15 year-old as opposed to a middle-class girl nut-deep in central ontario.
anywho, such a great song for a fantastic show.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
when i grow up...
when i grow up i want to be kassia meador. but since she's already taken that spot...i'd also like to take photos like this guy:
kyle lightner
his work is unreal. though a part of me still believes if i ever broke down and bought an iphone i could pull out something like that too...
maybe.
kyle lightner
his work is unreal. though a part of me still believes if i ever broke down and bought an iphone i could pull out something like that too...
maybe.
are my wrinkles showing?
yesterday somebody was talking about age and said to me:
"well you would understand, you must be 30."
what is a 27 year old to do when she is mistaken for 30? act like she is 18 again.
i would like to apologize in advance for any shenanigans that are to ensue this weekend as a result of the above comment.
"well you would understand, you must be 30."
what is a 27 year old to do when she is mistaken for 30? act like she is 18 again.
i would like to apologize in advance for any shenanigans that are to ensue this weekend as a result of the above comment.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
9 months and none the richer...
i cannot believe it has been over nine months since my last post. oh how the time has flown by...
have we not all experienced the joy of running into someone we have not seen in a while and the inevitable awkward pause before the even more inevitable question, "so is anything new?" oftentimes this question is answered with a simple, "oh not much." and while the conversation itself is often of little importance it can have the affect of making one reflect upon one's life and ending up on the couch with either a bottle of red or a bag of peanut M&M's (depending on your poison) thinking how boring and predictable our lives have become. why has nothing changed? why is nothing new? why am i still working the same hospitality job in the same town in a share-house with 7 people laying mousetraps and driving a car that doesn't make it up a lot of hills....or something along those lines....
but sometimes this is not the case. sometimes the 9 months since you last saw said ambiguous acquaintance has brought a great deal of change and revelation.
my last 15 months have turned a dear friend into a lover. my last 12 months saw my best friend who became my lover become my roommate. my last 9 months sent me from Australia to Hawaii to Canada and back to Australia again. for the first time in my life i gave up what i thought was important in terms of career and finances to fly across the world to stay with my partner. to live in the basement bedroom of a run-down home with missing windows, in a bed balanced on milk crates, with a faucet that only runs hot and with a push-bike that is prone to flat and tires and theft as my means of transport. my last 6 months have sent me to Bali and back. to my first AFL game in Melbourne and to LA and then to Canada and back to Australia again. my last 3 months have seen me learn how to use a sewing machine and change the tire on a bicycle. to feel confident driving a manual 4x4 truck. they have brought an acceptance to a prestiguous university and a deferral at said university.
the last 9 months have brought with them a lot of big decisions, big sacrifices, and big changes. and i have never felt more comfortable and confident with who i am, where i am, and where i might like to be...and who id like to have beside me when i maybe end up there...i wake up every day in my second-hand bed in my basement apartment with my ever-dwindling bank account balance, and get to have my best friend, my lover, my roommate- my partner- wrap his big arms around me and pull me in towards him. and i know im at home as long as im with the man attached to those arms.
have we not all experienced the joy of running into someone we have not seen in a while and the inevitable awkward pause before the even more inevitable question, "so is anything new?" oftentimes this question is answered with a simple, "oh not much." and while the conversation itself is often of little importance it can have the affect of making one reflect upon one's life and ending up on the couch with either a bottle of red or a bag of peanut M&M's (depending on your poison) thinking how boring and predictable our lives have become. why has nothing changed? why is nothing new? why am i still working the same hospitality job in the same town in a share-house with 7 people laying mousetraps and driving a car that doesn't make it up a lot of hills....or something along those lines....
but sometimes this is not the case. sometimes the 9 months since you last saw said ambiguous acquaintance has brought a great deal of change and revelation.
my last 15 months have turned a dear friend into a lover. my last 12 months saw my best friend who became my lover become my roommate. my last 9 months sent me from Australia to Hawaii to Canada and back to Australia again. for the first time in my life i gave up what i thought was important in terms of career and finances to fly across the world to stay with my partner. to live in the basement bedroom of a run-down home with missing windows, in a bed balanced on milk crates, with a faucet that only runs hot and with a push-bike that is prone to flat and tires and theft as my means of transport. my last 6 months have sent me to Bali and back. to my first AFL game in Melbourne and to LA and then to Canada and back to Australia again. my last 3 months have seen me learn how to use a sewing machine and change the tire on a bicycle. to feel confident driving a manual 4x4 truck. they have brought an acceptance to a prestiguous university and a deferral at said university.
the last 9 months have brought with them a lot of big decisions, big sacrifices, and big changes. and i have never felt more comfortable and confident with who i am, where i am, and where i might like to be...and who id like to have beside me when i maybe end up there...i wake up every day in my second-hand bed in my basement apartment with my ever-dwindling bank account balance, and get to have my best friend, my lover, my roommate- my partner- wrap his big arms around me and pull me in towards him. and i know im at home as long as im with the man attached to those arms.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
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