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Aug. 16th, 2009 | 10:58 am

Advocacy Group Decries Peta's Inhumane Treatment of Women

I kind of want to make this true.

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i'm in love with catholics, i'm in love with your blue cars

Jul. 29th, 2009 | 09:22 pm
music: A Little Heat - Black Keys

Tim Wise - imperative viewing.

A Girl Like Me - After, like, the second day she was like, oh, stop that, she was like you starting to look African.

Four Letter Word - talk to them, flirt with them, hang out with them and watch kung fu movies, pretend they don't suck at guitar, sit on their laps, cut their hair.

Finished the paperwork for my Tier 4 Student Visa, choosing which books and records I want to take, writing a really cheesy essay for sweet government money. If I've been receiving the correct information, I'm pretty sure my time in Edinburgh will look something like this:

Although, with any luck, it will look like this:



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it's wednesday

Jul. 22nd, 2009 | 11:14 am
music: lost love - wildbirds and peacedrums

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oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head

Jul. 16th, 2009 | 10:18 am
music: Temeculah Sunrise - the Dirty Projectors

I stole it.

1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

if your hair is like an eagle, your eyes are like two dovesCollapse )

Chris and I got smashed after the shift last night and starting talking about animals and killing them and eating them. I transcribed, drunkenly. Opening my notebook this morning: TAKE THE LEG TAKE THE LEG RUN RUN RUN

Hey you. Look at me. I am dancing beside you and I want to know what you mean by this hand holding nonsense. I want to make out. I don't want to wait until Berlin. Love, Gracie.

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leave all your love and your loving behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Jul. 14th, 2009 | 11:56 am
music: i'm not calling you a liar - florence and the machine

it's here! it's here! it's here!

i'm going to go put on a dress and dance in the backyard.

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on a bleak monday morning hold my hand, everything tastes right, permanent daylight

Jul. 6th, 2009 | 02:23 pm
music: Waiting Game - Lightspeed Champion

Went down to the sea and drank wine and beer with my cousin. I've only known him a month or two after we both met at the Biltmore ("Gracie? I didn't know you were a fucking hipster!") but he has happily taken a place in my heart as secret-secret-family; my aunts and uncles don't know that we know one another. He held my hand while we talked about our bikes and music and Vancouver. We both can't wait to get out. We made a vow to rendezvous Berlin for Christmas, then went to the show:

I can only think of three things that are better than the Dirty Projector's soul buttering, three-party harmony covers of Black Flag, and they are foxes, mustaches, and breakfast.

Such breakfasts! Kara and I went for eggs and coffee and watched the weird rain. We exchanged books. She's moving to this neck of the woods in a month and we plan to sleep on one another's floors until I leave. Plans! On the 24th and 25th we're going down to Capitol Hill Musicfest in Seattle to drink and dance and man-eat. American man-eat. Ain't we got fun. Also...

I have a date on Wednesday. With the prettiest girl I've ever seen who shares my musical tastes, AND is an avid watcher of Sailor Moon. Dear Universe: what are you doing to me and my poor heart? Why do you wait till I leave in two months before putting the two of us in the same bar? This never happens to me. I'm so nervous. I am a picnic of nervousness.

Also, fuck Gravity's Rainbow. I'm going back to Calvino, Walter, and reviewing my Latin conjugations for the rest of the summer. This "gem of postmodern fiction" is going to go in the corner with Infinite Jest, and I will start them both again in two years.

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our home on native land

Jun. 24th, 2009 | 10:50 am

I am sick to death of hearing people say that Canada is such a nice place and while we used to be kind of nasty to our Aboriginal people we're giving them money now so they should stop whinging and move on like the rest of us white folks.

the bullshit continues.

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teen creeps, i've seen you on my street

Jun. 21st, 2009 | 11:42 am

punk's not deadCollapse )

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with your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Jun. 17th, 2009 | 01:01 pm

photo from here

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levitate me higher please, higher please

Jun. 6th, 2009 | 09:50 am
music: Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear

tuesday: worked, got underwear, got sushi, worked. smoked a joint with casey and helen at kaslo park and went through her belmonts on our backs under the stars. wrote a few poems in bed.
wednesday: hopped the fence to science world with alex, took jump shots in the photo room, chilled in the hollow tree, watched a movie about beavers. hung out on the downtown east side with benny israel, went to the brickhouse, did shots and played darts with benny, pete, and laura until three in the morning.
thursday: slept till three, drove around and smoked cigarettes with alex, barbequed a delicious veggie burger, drank two bottles of wine, handsome furs handsome furs handsome furs, smoked a joint, smoked more cigarettes, stole some flowers from the 7-11 and made a shrine in the alleyway. i believe i am very happy.

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