goin’ to wisconsan August 23, 2007
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i love the drive to my grandparrents place in saskatchewan, there is an amazing feeling of peace atached to the memories in my head. when i roll the highways and maps and turnsignals around in my mind one event stands out. last winter about 7 hours into my drive i came upon a full herd (if that is the right word) of deer. their coats melding with the shimmering snow offering a feeling that they actually belonged here. i remember them being lead by a big buck, a steaming fog pouring from his nostrils as he lifted his head high to examine my vehicle. cuz it didn’t really seem like it belonged. i traveled slowly through, like a school zone at 3:30 had been set up in front of me, and part of me really wanted to stop and just watch, but the a bigger part of me could see the wildness in the picture — and how it should be left alone.
i seem to be a very calm person lately, due to a lot of factors i think. one of which is that i’m on holidays. but i find it funny as i leave that a high school girl is trying to protect me from the cruel realities of life the best way she knew how. and how the cruel reality is the same as when i was in highschool, people talk big but in the end they would choose a plastic cup full of chemical over you.
je sors (i leave, i am leaving, i do leave) August 16, 2007
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well, i’m leaving wainwright. on to the big city i guess, to follow my dreams, reach for the stars and take another step on this path laid before me. But as i’m sitting here, amidst packing my things, i stop to take a long stare back on the past six months. there are a lot of things i’m going to miss and a lot of people i truly hope i will see again. its not been the easiest season of my life, in fact one of the most difficult, and i just hope that it will show me to be better now than when i rolled into this sleepy, snow covered town on february 19th at 2:00 in the morning.
as i’m sitting here staring back, so much of my memories are lit by the a dim and hazy yellow light of a certain restaurant. Surrounded by a peculiar sort of family, with a strong sense of interdependability and a warmest affection.
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here are a few of my favourite things to remember for darker days:
like the first time i made g-unit laugh (i told her if i could change one thing about my life i would have remembered to put on a belt that morning.)
second hand potatoes andtalking philosophy and life with jordan on late nights.
the story of a little girl running into a burning house, and guy that tried to convince her to go out with me by telling her i saved an old lady and small child from in front of an oncoming train.
an intellectual with a warm embrace at the back door.
a dishwasher that i hope outlasts us all.
coaster poetry andcampfires put on by tom and hank’s landscaping crew.
mojo’s at 2:00 am on a tuesday listening to classic no doubt on the juke box with motor cycle drive by running through our brains.
making appleberg martinis
and the bestest of girlfriends with her beef taco salad in the park.
building a new bridge with an old friend,
and a new friend (also my boss) that really cared, and could show it with a small gesture on a night when everything is going wrong.
summit, and how i could see God there.
homemade grilled cheese and how it made her smile.
15 cent txts.
leaving our mark (with three pots of coffee, twelve hot chocolate packets, and pounds of laughter in our stomachs) as we watched the sunrise.
the greatest conversations with my bpbff and ever.
and a warm night at clear lake with a girl who would push me in if i gave her another chance
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could you hear my heart break from so far away? August 13, 2007
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let’s just be honest and say that bobby flay lost in a fair iron chef america battle tonight.
i feel bad becuase of that.
would you laugh? August 8, 2007
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would you laugh at me if i said that i shed a tear on this evening?
as it was today that bobby flay was pronouced the defeated in the food network’s fried chicken throw down.
would you laugh?
could i catch a hint of a smile?
or would you also shed a tear with me, bend down to my atmosphere and breathe my air.
huddling with me,
us, a picture of two east asian boys caught in a torrential downpour that i saw in a national geographic magazine once.
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(this is where a picture should thearetically go, but lets use our imagination. because imaginations are good things, and rain is more taste and touch, hearing and feeling than anything else.)
hope, sunlight, good-things… August 2, 2007
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travis is a good band with some of the best videos i’ve seen in such a long time. i can’t recal videos this good since coldplay’s the scientist (though there might have been)
