i'm frustrated from this painting who's genius,
and my own satisfaction,
remain just outside my scope.
so i'm leaving it for tonight..

i downloaded the first five minutes of blade:trinity..just to see my friend paul die.
he's the guy who says "there is something below us!" and then he gets his head ripped off.

ben and i discovered this kitchy, tiny, veggie burrito place. supper.
then i made him watch the sex and the city episode where big moves to napa.
t minus 11 days.

i have pennies in piles of ten all over my coffee table.

conan o'brian is the funniest mind alive.

still only april and tonight was the first buddies, beer and beach night of the season
it was soo beautiful
walked down to vera's burger shack
and then to this rad part of the beach
where we stayed until the tide threatened our comfort levels
one of our girls is a crazy pastry chef brought crazy desert
and a relaxed, ocean beach night was had.

another completly un-glamourous friday night
for this single gal
..including grocery shopping.
yikes.
rescue me.

weakerthans, constantine and jonathon inc?
april 29?
richards on richards?
i think so.

man i'm full.
i walked somewhere around half way home today after work
bought the new p:ano cd
da da da da
then it started POURING somewhere around burrard and broadway
and umbrellaless julie decides
oh no i'm not
so she bought a hot dog and a pop and plopped down on a step to wait it out
i kept walking up to granville
and decided to just make this whole eating on the go thing
my supper
and subsequently bought a crepe as well
man i'm full.

here are some cd's that i want
haiku d'etat*
new folk implosion*
(*these two with direct thanks to joel loewen)
pedro: hard to find a friend
ari da silva..i think?
fiest
the sea and cake: whatever album michelle was playing in her car that jarret gave her because he didn't like it.

i try and do this and this and this
and all jesus says is
just tell me you're broken
trying to draw something profound and perfect
all i feel is
god save me
i'm falling apart..

i sit here at my desk with thoughts that make me want to cry/giveup/goaway/get stubborn/fight the shit.. its all jumbled and emotional..
somewhere in the back of my mind
is this huge blanket and pillow and the love calling me to come on back
ok i say
and
thank you
its your arms
its your love
its your unrelentlesness

a tribute to damn funny. sorry you're gone.

-I would imagine that if you could understand morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy

-I opened up a container of yogurt, and under the lid it said "Please Try Again" because they were having a contest I was unaware of. But I thought I might have opened the yogurt wrong, or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me. 'C'mon, Mitchell, don't give up. Please try again. A message of inspiration from your friends at Yoplait. Fruit on the bottom, hope on top.'

-The Kit Kat candy bar has the name "Kit Kat" imprinted in the chocolate. That robs you of chocolate. Kit Kat has come up with a clever chocolate saving technique. I'm gonna go down to the Kit Kat factory, and say "Hey, you owe me some letters."

-I don't have a girlfriend. I just know this lady who'd be really mad if she heard me say that.

-If you had a friend who was a tightrope walker, and you were walking down a sidewalk, and he fell, that would be completely unacceptable.

hey kids
now y'all know that i'm not a huge fan of the christian music scene
but in totall support of some rad musician friends
i say go HERE
and vote for an amazing band
called in medias res
they really are stunning artists

after a longish day at work
THIS
made me absolultly piss myself laughing.
its worth downloading quicktime for if you don't have it.

days seems to be getting longer at work.
right now i'm at dave and corrinas. with stephen and lisa.
drinking wine and eating s+v chips. class.
ben is leaving soon. for pretty much ever.
maybe i will leave soon too.

i'm teaching myself to be more social.
its a bad thing i can get into by just coming home after work and staying in.

i can't stop listening to the following:
amos lee: arms of a woman
the district sleeps tonight: postal service
death cab for cutie: lack of color
my new low cd:the great destroyer. (i went and saw them with pedro the lion on saturday. it was the best pedro show i've seen. delicious) and i totally swiped that photo from whereever on the web. its not even from the show. i'm orrible)
aaaaand sufjan.

thats me.

and michelle is back from thailand. tommorow is her attempt at thai food for us. and we will love her. and be so happy that she is back.

today i heard a funny quote that said
the word music come from the seven muses,
seven women who were creative, inspiritive, yadda yadda
so any male
who has the desire to perform
and to create
has got to have a little queer in him

the girl
she is now 24
and up a whole lotta bouquets of flowers
and one plant
called metallica
which, i'm told
requires for its survival
sex drugs and rocknroll
it's this plant that will turn my black thumb around

i'm sitting in fucking kinko's checking my email and printing off some documents that are not important for you to know.
my life seems funny good these days.
thats all.
meeting rad people, getting free mocha's, giving free bread..huh.
anyways,
this is all to say,
that,
once again,
in my life,
i'm without an internet connection.
it 'orrible.
its midnight.
i've just made a midnight run to kinko's.
my life is wierd indeed.

and some ongoing rage:
this new yougurt thats a mousse,
canned icing thats whipped
all it is,
is the corporations have figured out how to give you less product,
but marketed to make you think,
oh how grand
how marvelous and gourmet.
i had one of these yougurts at the insisting of a friend
and i stirred it with my spoon,
and it ended up being about 1/2 of what the air made it look to be.
and it was more expensive.

hung out with katie and kelly
we ate lunch at my amazing neighborhood mongolian grill
we played the game of,
name as many states in the united states as you could
we were so fucking confident it was ridiculous
bring it on we said
this crazy canuck managed to kick ass with 45
damn you new hamshire, west virginia, nevada, iowa and florida.
new hampshire and west virginia i never would have gotten.
west virginia?? come on. you can't have a virginia and a west virginia.
you can have an east virginia and a west virginia,
but one plain, and one that denotes geographics, is wrong wrong wrong.

ciggy, harry potter, and a mocha.
the perfect bed time combination.
well maybe not the mocha..yikes.

broken.basement.records.
doesn't sound too bad.

karm at the carrolls.  

i try and do this and this and this
and all jesus says is
just tell me you're broken

trying to draw something profound and perfect
all i feel is
god save me
i'm falling apart..

this song has me thinking

..but for now I feel like singing of a life involving happy three,
the girl and me and the beauty greens that
fill in the spaces
the ones i never really understood,
but we all live with them and when they come to parade
we all wave
and they wave back, singing,
“tu ne sois jamais content avec la vie”
And I would sit there and agree
cause it has always been
what’s out of reach that makes me who I am...

(tu ne sois jamais content avec la vie- brock tyler.)

nathan and heidi carroll. 

lisa and her cat. wilco.

ugh!!! i've offically sent away my application.
i don't really feel like telling you what it is...i'll only say that its soemthing i've been waiting to present itself..somthing of a perfect job...AHHHHHHHH!
so those in the know, THE APPLICATION IS SENT. my heart was in my throat as i put the email together.

i want CHINESE FOOD.

julie edgeley appears courtesy of her own bad self. tracks 3 and 8.
saw simon off with a bit of a soiree tonight.
got my own copy of above catch phrase.
peed ourselves laughing until late..