I’ve seen the lights of this city go out at night, Instant living rarely works out right

I'm avoiding my math homework and my best friend is not on msn to distract me so I'm going to update my blog since it's been more than a week.

First, the Star Wars Concert. Holy crap it was so amazing! The crowds were crazy, people were everywhere. After waiting like 20 minutes I managed to get some photos with Chewy and C3PO eventhough they were only the costumes behind glass... Then I bought a sweater for $60 which is ridiculous but I had to buy something. This guy sitting next to me and my friend during the concert looked EXACTLY like George Lucus. It was weird. Anyways, the concert was so much fun and Anthony Daniels did such a great job of narrating. I actually forgot I was listening to a live orchestra, it was that good.

Here are some photos taken with my crappy little cyber-shot.


Padme Amidala's Senate Costume from Ep. 1. All of Padme's costumes are so beautiful, sadly this was the only one of hers on show. I was specifically interested in the costumes on show because I just think they are so important and iconic, not to mention beautiful and insanely intricate. I would love to make costumes like that as a full time job when I'm older.


Me and Ewoks. Surprisingly, they seemed much bigger in person. And they also had some seriously creepy yellow-orange eyes...


Chewbacca! He was HUGE.


C3PO and me :)


Waiting for the concert to start...


















If you look closely, you can see among the audience little blue and green lights. Before the concert, little mini light up lightsabers were being sold, and so once the concert started everybody had them on and the arena looked like a constellation of stars. I loved that so much.

















Well that's pretty much it for the Star Wars Concert. It was really long too - almost 2 and a half hours. It felt much shorter though and ended way too soon. It was such an amazing experience, I can honestly say I will never forget it.

I'm going into Toronto on Saturday to do some Christmas shopping (which is less than a month away!) and then on Sunday I plan to take some photos because I haven't done that in a while. I'm going to look up some fabric stores in Toronto because I'm getting fed up with the ones in my area. I bought about 5 metres of cotton fabric in a floral print to make a dress with, using one of my vintage patterns. I cut out the pieces and started to make it but ended up having to scrap the whole thing because the fabric was crap. I usually have to use quilting cotton which isn't very good for clothes at all because it's too heavy and stiff, but I use it anyways because I can't find pretty prints in anything else. That fabric I bought from Value Village a few weeks worked perfectly - I made a skirt out of it and it turned out really well!


Here's the skirt I made and the dress form I bought a few weeks ago. It's really useful and is adjustable which is good. It still isn't exactly the right size but it can't go any smaller so I guess it'll have to do.

I think that's it. I've been so busy lately, I'll be glad when Christmas holidays start. The only thing I've ask for Christmas are books, lots and lots of books. I'm hoping that when I go into Toronto on Saturday my mother can pick up a few things and just put them under the tree. I don't have many people to buy presents for this year - just my family and a friend or two. I've got most of them already, except my father's, who doesn't want a gift anyways because he doesn't want me to spend money. This coming from a guy who had no problem whatsoever with buying me a $1000 camera, even when I was considering a cheaper one. I don't get it. I'll have to make him something then - that way he won't bug me about how much I spent.

Also, 10 more days of school! WHAT?! Time goes by so fast.

I woke up to my favorite song, a song about heaven and where we went wrong

"I skirted fields, and hedges, and lanes till after sunrise. I know my shoes, which I had put on when I left the house, were soon wet with dew. But I looked neither to rising sun, nor smiling sky, nor wakening nature."



"I thought of him now - in his room - watching the sunrise; hoping I should soon come to say I would stay with him and be his. I longed to be his; I panted to return: it was not too late; I could yet spare him the bitter pang of bereavement. As yet my flight, I was sure, was undiscovered. I could go back and be his comforter - his pride; his redeemer from misery, perhaps from ruin. Oh, that fear of his self-abandonment - far worse than my abandonment - how it goaded me! It was a barbed arrow-head in my breast; it tore me when I tried to extract it; it sickened me when remembrance thrust it farther in. Birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love. What was I? In the midst of my pain of heart and frantic effort of principle, I abhorred myself. I had no solace from self-approbation: none even from self-respect. I had injured - wounded - left my master. I was hateful in my own eyes. Still I could not turn, nor retrace one step."



"Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonised as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love."


You may or may not have noticed that I ended up buying my DSLR last weekend. It's a Canon Rebel T1i and I'm in love with it. I took these the next day, early in the morning. I got home and all I could think of when I looked at them was Jane Eyre, stranded on the moors, lost and desolate, broken-hearted. I will always have a special place in my heart for that character. I strive to be as strong-willed and self-confident as she was. Jane built herself up with almost nothing and still managed to have faith in herself. I need to work on this badly.

It's difficult to manoeuvre around the forest. I don't use the trails because I find that I don't get very good light under the thick canopy of trees. I'm usually right on the outside, where the grass is tall and the trees are thin. I came home last weekend with cuts on my knees, it wasn't pretty. I would love a wide field or meadow, but I'm not sure where to go. My house sucks for taking photos in. I don't even bother now unless I have natural lighting anyways. Now that it gets darker earlier, I can't take photos after school because the sun is going down and I'm usually not ready in time. I don't like that, I leave for school in the morning and it's dark, and then when I come home there's only about an hour left of daylight. It's so depressing.

Alright, I'm going to fangirl all over my blog about New Moon now so if you're not into that stuff you can skip this... (oh and spoilers obviously)

HOLY CRAAAAAAP. I was literally speechless after I had left the theatre, partly because my throat was hoarse from screaming. It was such a whirlwind experience. One second, I was waiting in line with my friend, my heart practically jumping out of my chest in anticipation, and the next I was walking out to the car, on my way home. I was sad afterwards, I felt like part of the journey was over, I was so used to counting down the days in my head. I specifically remember walking out of the theatre after seeing Twilight one year ago with the same friend and saying to her, "a year from today we will have seen New Moon". At that time, I didn't know how I would survive; a whole year seemed so far away. I look back now and think that it wasn't nearly as long as I thought it would be. Needless to say, New Moon was a hundred times better than Twilight and I feel bad for my mother having to see Twilight in the first place because her initial thought must have been (like many other people's, I'm sure) what a shit franchise. I feel bad for saying that but it was pretty horrible, I can't help watching that movie and feeling some sort of second hand embarrassment. However, one thing that was done right was the cast. As much as I hate Jacob I think it was wise to keep Taylor for the part. I am so glad Chris Weitz got to direct New Moon. I was so impressed when I left the theatre, the way the movie was shot and how well everything was done just made it seem so much more real. I especially liked how Chris showed the passing of time and the super-human speed of the vampires was so much more realistic (in Twilight it just looked silly). I cried during the break up scene, and I could hardly contain myself during the scene in Volterra. I can't believe I'm going on and on about this like some pre-teen fan girl but it's seriously hard to believe that this movie is related at all to the first. It makes me wonder how much better Twilight could have been, even though at that time I'm sure anything would have done. At that point, I think everybody just wanted to see the characters personified and on the big screen. I know I did, and I think that's why I accepted Twilight for what it was. At least it was something, and at least they had the characters spot on. Of course, I'll be seeing it again this weekend, and I'll be dragging my mother along with me. I love going on the opening day because I love the feeling of belonging to something much, much bigger. It's like, every single person in the theatre has at least one thing in common: their passion for the books and the characters. It's like for one night nothing else matters. The euphoria in the theatre is so intense, everyone is on the edge of their seat and people are screaming and clapping and it's just so much fun. I wish I could do that every weekend.


Team Edward of course. Oh when my father saw that Burger King commercial with the two girls, one's Team Edward and the other is Team Jacob, he asked "What team are we on?!" and I proclaimed EDWARD and he replied with "Ok. It's good to know these things." My father is obviously very cool. Not really.

Ok so now that I'm done fangirling... Oh no I'm not there is one more thing. Apparently Eclipse has a release date of June 30, 2010. That just so happens to be the same day that I fly off to Ireland for a month. That kind of pissed me off but whatever.

Ok that's all of the Twilight stuff I have to talk about, promise. The Star Wars concert is this Thursday night, I'm really excited for that. I'll be taking lots of pictures, and I really hope Chewbacca will be there so I can get a photo with him. That sounded really lame but how cool would it be to get your photo taken with Chewbacca? I mean how many people can honestly say they've ever had that experience? Me, in 2 days, that's who.

I still have homework to do. And it's late. Damn you math. I'll be glad when this semester is over. I haven't been in my dark room for so long! I miss that. Next semester I get to be in one every day. That should be nice.

Hope everybody had a good weekend! Feel free to fangirl about New Moon in the comments so I don't feel like such a lame little obsessive fan who cares too much about a fictional vampire. (And ya fangirl is now a verb, incase you didn't know.)

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears

My brother gave me the flu. The worst of it is over, my mom has it now. It was nice actually, I stayed home for a few days and got some things done. Between sleeping, eating chicken soup and doing my homework (just another perk from having my father work at my school) I did some drawing and sewing and managed to knit a scarf. By the time I went back to school on Tuesday, not only was I completely caught up in all of my subjects but I had also accomplished so much more. It just goes to show you how much of my time is actually wasted at school.

I don't know how to write this without sounding like a whiny bitch. It feels like everything is going to complete shit and the only light beyond the horizon is exactly one year and seven and a half months from now. I'm tired of talking about the same things over and over so whatever. School sucks, you all know that.

I wish I had some pretty pictures to post or something mildly interesting to say but I don't. I'd post some of the drawings I made over the last couple of days but I know if I do that I will regret it and end up taking them off. Oh oh oh something good that I forgot to bring up - me and my father are going to look at DSLRS this weekend. Now I'm not entirely sure if this is even good or what I want because if I get an expensive DSLR and take photos that end up looking like shit then I'm going to be sad and upset at myself. I think I need to take something and just focus on that. I have many hobbies - including photography - but right now sewing and fashion and clothes is something I'm much more interested in. I'm also good at it, which helps. I'm asking for a dress form for Christmas, along with books, lots and lots of books.

My parents put the down payment on my trip to Ireland this summer, did I ever mention that? Ya well I'm not regretting it yet so that's a good sign.

I honestly don't know what else to type here. Do you ever have that feeling, when your life just isn't meeting your expectations? You think of things - and you want them to be real - but they aren't. I hate that. It's like no matter how hard I try, nothing is ever enough. I don't think I will ever be content with myself or where I live or how I live or what I'm doing. I feel like everything has gone to complete shit. I kind of want to disappear for awhile. Bring my camera and my sewing machine and my dogs and my movies and my books with me. I guess I'm just tired. I'm tired of talking and being and caring. I'm tired of going to sleep and getting up in the morning to go to school. Maybe I'm being unreasonable. I'm sick. I feel sick, I look sick, I can't eat, I don't know what is wrong with me. I don't want to go back to the doctors because he will just give me more fucking pills which I don't want. It took me forever to get off of those, I finished with them this summer and I'm not going back. I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder about two years ago and I think it's BS. I'm not anti-social, I'm just painfully shy and have self-esteem issues. Doesn't everybody? I remember, two years ago when I was "diagnosed" (if you can even call it that) I was so upset because everybody was treating me based on what I was labeled, not on who I was. Also, I'm just going to say that I HATE the idea of paying somebody to listen to you. Counsellors are fine and all but it's just sad that you can't talk to a decent person without handing checks over. I guess that's why I like blogging. You can write and people will listen, people will generally care, and I appreciate that so much. It means so much to me when my readers comment, really. So thank you.

This is turning into such a sad/depressing blog post so heres a little drawing I did a couple of days ago.


A really pathetic little sketch of Simon & Garfunkel. The fact that Paul looks like Spock makes me smile. But honestly, I kind of want to give this picture a hug because they both look so adorable. And obviously I can't draw shoes so just pretend that isn't there.

Alright so um New Moon in less than a week. I'm going to try not to fan girl all over my blog but I'm really excited. Less than a week after that, Star Wars: In Concert. I wish there was a bit of a lull between the two, you know, spread them out a bit. It helps when I have something to look forward to, it makes school a little bit more bearable.

I think that's all. I'm sorry for being away longer than usual, hopefully next time I'll have something more interesting to talk about. :)

Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme that I burned for six days in the sun

I was going to start off this blog post talking about how everything is pretty much going to shit atm but then I went back and deleted the three paragraphs that I had already written. I was so sad on Friday, everybody was talking about getting dressed up and going out and it just made me feel like shit because I knew I wasn't doing any of that stuff. I feel sorry for my mother, she doesn't like seeing me upset, especially when there isn't much she can do to make me feel better. It must be so frustrating. On Halloween, I ended up going to see Saw with my friend, as mentioned, but we didn't come back to my place. My brother is sick with the flu and my parents didn't think it was a good idea to invite somebody over. I'm just glad Halloween is over and I don't have to think about it anymore.

But fuck that. Ya, I didn't go to any parties on Halloween, I didn't dress up, I didn't carve any pumpkins, I didn't get any candy, etc etc. I make a point of not being a totally miserable person, I choose to find happiness in the small and mundane, day to day happenings of my life. I have to, if I didn't then I think I would be far worse off than I am now. Those Star Wars shirts, for example. It seems so insignificant but I was beaming on Monday morning when I wore one to school. Or getting a letter in the mail from my Pen Pal, and seeing it sitting on the kitchen table when I get home from school. Even finding new music I like, downloading it and listening to the album over and over and over. These things make me so happy, which is ridiculous but it's not like I can look forward to much else. Painting my nails pretty colours, finding a new way to style my hair, doing crafts, making things, finding a lady bug crawling on my desk while sitting in a portable during history class. I feel sorry for people who can't find even the smallest things to be happy about.

"I pity people who can't find laughter or at least some bit of amusement in the little doings of the day. I believe I could find something ridiculous even in the saddest moment, if necessary. It has nothing to do with being superficial. It's a matter of joy in life." - Sophie Scholl

That's why I went out to take photos early this morning. It makes me so happy, being out in the forest at sunrise, alone with my camera and the trees. I spent two hours there, my mother had to come in and find me, I didn't want to leave. It was as if, for a moment, nothing else really mattered. I want to live every day feeling like that, I hate having to constantly be on my guard at school. It is so nerve-racking, it's wearing me down. I'm sad that school is becoming this much of a let down. I was talking to my grandpa a few weeks ago when we went to visit, and he said that these would be the best years of my life (or should be - he's 92 years old, he isn't familiar with how my life is like at school). That scared me, I feel like I'm just wasting away my time. Surely I'm not the only one. I feel that the only person I may ever have a chance of actually forming a strong bond with is somebody who, like me, knows exactly what it's like to be completely alone and isolated from people there own age. Or, no, maybe not, maybe just somebody who has an open mind, and a genuine, kind soul. I think that's it. Somebody who's not trying to be something they aren't. I value honesty and knowing ones self, I think that is so important, to stay true to what you believe in. Why is that so hard to find? Maybe it's not. Maybe I'm just not looking hard enough.

I'm ranting now - here are some photos from today.




The focus in this one makes my heart do back-flips.





Sweater courtesy of my father's closet, altered by me.

These next photos are from a different roll. I used a 100 ASA film but had the camera set to 400... I thought I had ruined my film but the focus in some of these are pretty incredible. Yay for happy mistakes!







Alright well I've saved the best news for last.
I'm going to see Star Wars: In Concert with my best guy friend. I'm so excited, you have no idea. There's going to be a live orchestra playing the score from all six movies with a montage of clips narrated LIVE (yes, he's going to be there) by Anthony Daniels (C3PO). There's also going to be an exhibit with props from the movies. I've been waiting for something this awesome to come my way for a long time now and omg I can hardly contain myself. Going with somebody who is just as much of a Star Wars fanatic as me is a plus too. Is it November 26th yet?!

I think that's all. I'm going to go and do nothing for the next hour and then go to bed. I've been up since 6:00 and I feel like I might drop dead soon.
I hope everybody had a good Halloween!

"Don’t call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease.”

More clothes! wooooo

I went into Toronto today and did some shopping. I wasn't finding alot as far as vintage goes. I looked for more granny ankle boots but couldn't find any which made me sad. I did find a super cute dress though. It has a black and white top with a striped floral bottom. I feel like a flower child when I wear it.



I didn't find any other vintage clothes which is disappointing. So I went down to Urban Outfitters and bought a skirt because I have absolutely no willpower whatsoever. I didn't even need a skirt but I bought it anyways because it wasn't gathered like all of the ones I already own, and I have an unhealthy obsession with pretty florals.



Next, I went to H&M to look for tank tops and as I was walking by a table of clothing I spotted out of the corner of my eye a Star Wars t shirt. I looked around for more and when I found them I kind of had a mini heart attack in the middle of the store. I was so happy with myself, I bought a shirt and a dress. YES. A STAR WARS DRESS. IS YOUR MIND BLOWN? IT SHOULD BE.



It's more of a t-shirt dress but a dress nonetheless. I'm going to be the happiest person at school (for once) when I wear this thing. OMG IS IT MONDAY YET?! Oh and as if it couldn't get any more awesome, the back is covered in little stars. It's like I'm a freaking walking/talking-galaxy-far-far-away.



The other t-shirt. I'm so giddy right now. Who knew t-shirts could make you so happy?


I bought some other little stuff, nothing too important. I had no idea today was the Zombie Walk in Toronto. It was creepy as hell. I was waiting to catch a street car on Queen St. and I look up to see a freaking zombie standing on top of the little shelter, screaming at cars going by. It was the funniest/scariest thing I have ever seen. I started seeing more after that. I even saw somebody dressed up as Pyramid Head from Silent Hill walking down the street.. Oh and then you had the odd zombie sticking their head out of the bus windows screaming at everybody as they went by. Hahaha. If I knew somebody who would want to dress up with me I would have totally taken part in it. Dressing up as a zombie soulds like so much fun. I've always wanted to go to Comic Con and dress up. I love those types of things. The idea of being with a group of people who all share the same general interests sounds like such a good idea. I mean, when you go to things like that, it's pretty much guaranteed that everybody there is just as much of a geek as you if not more. I wanted to be Poison Ivy this year for Halloween. I thought that was such a good idea, seeing as I already have the hair for it. Which sucks is that, even if I did buy the costume, I wouldn't have anywhere to wear it to. My friend was supposed to hang out with me at Halloween, and we were supposed to dress up and go out. Not anymore. I'm kind of crushed. My mother said I could have my own party. That made me laugh. I think my idea of a party is not the same as other people's ideas. I would have like halloween themed disposible paper plates and napkins with little ghosts on them.. and we would sit around and eat halloween cake while watching Casper on my big screen tv. And then we'd carve those little mini pumpkins. I love those things. Too bad I'm not even carving any pumpkin this year, my mother isn't giving out candy. One of my favourite holidays is being slowly taken away from me. Thanks mom.

So instead, on Halloween, my best guy friend and I are going to see Saw and then we're coming back to my place to watch the rest of them. Fun fun fun. Oh and the day before, my father's birthday, we're going to Mandarin (this huge buffet place that charges ridiculous prices but is oh so good).

I was going to take photos tomorrow morning but I'm too tired and I've got so much homework. I'm afraid all of the pretty leaves will be gone soon. Hopefully by next weekend not all of the trees will be bare.

Ohhhhh - New moon in less than a month. The break up scene was leaked. I couldn't watch it. I wouldn't allow myself. That is the one scene that definately should not be seen until you sit down in the theatre and watch the movie for the first time. I'm going to have to bring a box of tissues with me for that one. I'm kind of embarrassed to be a Twilight fan seeing as a large portion of the fan base has such a bad reputation for being slightly insane. Which I am not. I don't think.

That's all I suppose. Tomorrow - math homework and Star Wars 4, 5 and 6. :)

Please don't go, I'll eat you up I love you so.

I saw Where The Wild Things Are tonight with my friend. Oh my god. It took my breath away - it was so beautiful. I wanted to live there, I wanted to sail away and live with my own family of wild things. The music, the cinematography, the wild things themselves, I can't get over how perfect everything was. The characters were so well done, every wild thing had it's own distict personality, you couldn't help but to fall in love with them. Max Records was perfect as Max (haha, Max/Max? Funny how that works). It was so believeable too. The wild things looked so real, their expressions were so heartbreaking, almost painful, at times. I felt like just giving each of them a big hug. I'm not going to lie, I was crying by the end of the movie. I mean, who hasn't felt like Max at one point in their life? Like nobody understands, you're being left out, you just want to run away and create your own world and make everything you want to happen, happen. Ahhhhhhh I don't even know what else to say, I'm so blown away with this movie.

When I get home from movies like this I get sad. The idea of a different world, different creatures, different people, basically magical faraway places, is a sad one when I realise it all isn't real. Even books, when it ends I get sad because the adventure is over and my life will never been as magical as that. Oz, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, that's why I love these things so much. They are so beautiful and fantastic and the characters are so strong. They will never be real though. When I go to Europe, the change in scenery and people bring me one step closer to that non-existent, magical place. I'm so hopeless. My head is constantly in the clouds, never thinking of what is real. I think that's why I can let go of relationships so easily. When somebody pisses me off, and I mean really pisses me off, I don't even think about it. I just let them go. I just stop caring. I can't tolerate senseless people. Then I just shrink back into myself even more, with my books and movies and ridiculous dreams. Even when I have a chance to share this with somebody, they don't care. When somebody is talking to me about the things they care about, I'm more than happy to listen. Heck, I would love to listen, because I know it is important to them. But when it's my turn to say something, these people don't seem to pick it up. They just drop the ball. Then I'm left, sitting there, feeling like a complete idiot for even trying to talk about myself for once. So I don't anymore. They used to, back when I was in public school, I had a large group of friends and it was so much fun. Then, I was sitting in class one day, and it hit me so hard. I forget what it's like to be with a large group of people.

Wowowowow sorry for all of that depressive shit. Ok I'm going to post some happy fun stuff now. How about some pictures? Everybody likes pictures.



I made an acorn necklace! Isn't it cute? The acorn is from my brother's University campus. It's supposed to be good luck. :)



The Where The Wild Things Are t-shirt I bought a while ago and wore to the movie. Don't ask about the lame Sponge Bob pillow - I was obsessed with that show in the sixth grade and I've still got a few things left for nostalgic reasons.



What I've been watching all week while doing my math homework. Such a good show, I will never get tired of it. The first generation will always be my favourite. This season kind of makes me want to punch Tony in the face though.



Some vintage fabric I found at Value Village the other day. There is so much of it, atleast 5 meters. I think I'll make another skirt, I'm really obsessed with pretty florals lately.

I was going to take photos tomorrow but I don't think I will because my parents are going to Fairview or some other mall in Toronto to get my brother's iPhone fixed. He dropped it in the toilet. Ya. Those things happen at University. Especially when you're carrying around a rye and coke with you. I'm going to stay home and work in my dark room a bit. I would go with my parents but I'm going vintage shopping next weekend and would rather spend my money then. I'm going to look for some more little ankle/granny lace-up boots (think Pretty in Pink) because I have a black pair which I'm in love with.

That's all for now. Go see Where The Wild Things Are if you haven't already yet. Seriously.

The leaves that are green turn to brown, and they wither with the wind, and they crumble in your hand.

I did it. I went out to the forest with my gigantic tripod and took photos. I got up at 7:00 and was at the forest by 8:00. There was nobody there, everything was still and quiet. The sun was low in the sky, just after sun rise, and everything was so beautiful I could hardly contain myself. It reminded me of those day dreams I frequently have, the ones where I imagine myself somewhere beautiful, totally happy and content with my surroundings. I was there for atleast an hour, maybe more, wandering around open meadows and through thick clusters of trees. It was cold, I regretted not bringing any mittens with me and fumbled around with the self-timer using frozen fingers. I had stolen one of my fathers rediculous XXL sweaters the night before and altered it so it fit (for the most part). I've christened said sweater the Atari sweater because it reminds me of an old Atari video game. It was difficult taking pictures of myself, the hardest part was estimating the focus. When I got the film back, about 70% was out of focus or over exposed. I wanted an 800 ASA film but had none, so I used 400 ASA instead. The 30% of the film that did turn out, kind of took my breath away. It makes me want to go down and take photos again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. It makes me want a DSLR camera even more. Here are some of the photos:







I've posted a bunch on my flickr too.


Alright so what else? Not much. Other than Thanksgiving, which is tomorrow. I don't really get together with much of my family, my mother's side lives pretty far away and my father's side is always busy with stuff. My two cousins on that side are grown up and married now, so it's not like I have anything in common with them. My mother's sister is really cool though. She lives in Goderich which is this absolutely beautiful little city on Lake Huron. Her house over looks the lake, and the beach is a two minute walk away. I love it there. She's also done alot of travelling and has a house in France, so I can always talk to her about those types of things. My brother is home too, he's alot nicer now compared to how he used to be. I think University has done something to him. The stories he comes home with are so crazy and fun, I'm sad that I'm still stuck here myself. We're having our turkey tonight, and tomorrow I'll sew for the day while my parents drive my brother back to University.

Usually when my parents drive my brother from and to University I sneak into the basemeant and bring my father's Simon & Garfunkel vinyl collection with me. I have a record player all set up to the sound system, it's rarely used. It always has Tea for the Tillerman on there (I'm pretty sure it's my father's favourite record), place sitting and never actually being played. He has so many records it's not even funny. I'm glad he hasn't gotten rid of them like he did with most of his books. In the basement of our old house, the walls were covered in old books and about 200 National Geographic magazines. I used to sit down there on saturday mornings and go thorugh all of the National Geographics while my brother was playing Zelda on his Nintendo 64. Anyways, when we moved he got rid of alot of books and most of the National Geographics which makes me sad. He was looking for a copy of Ulysses the other day but couldn't find one because he got rid of his old copy. Now he's too cheap to buy a new one and I'm sick of waiting for him to find one used.

Speaking of Ulysses, I went to an information meeting this week for my trip to Ireland in the summer, the one where I go and earn an English credit. Don't worry - we aren't reading Ulysses, hell no. We are studying James Joyce though, and staying at University College Cork in Cork (obviously). I've told myself that I'm not going to think too much about this. I'm just going to go. I'm going to be nervous as hell but that's just life and I'm going to have to deal with it. Theres an average of about 60 people each year, and 50% know each other with the other 50% don't know anybody. This gives me hope that I will make friends with atleast one person. Classes are Monday to Friday, 9AM to 3PM unless an afternoon excurtion is planned. On Saturdays, you go on a trip, and Sunday is a free day to do whatever you want. Here's an example of one of the excursions: "Visit to Kinsale, a picturesque seaport, and site of the Battle of Kinsale, which brought about the end of Gaelic Ireland in 1601. Fish and Chips at the famous Dino’s on the pier.
Opportunity for supervised swimming in the Atlantic Ocean." Is it just me or does that sound absolutely amazing? It's good that I'm getting more excited about this and less nervous just by reading that.

Totally random and unrelated to anything - could somebody buy me DJ Hero for PS3 please? The idea of pretending to be Daft Punk while pressing buttons on a fake plastic turn table really excites me. If I were to get the game I would go directly to the Daft Punk songs, beat them on easy a few times, try on medium, give up, then sell it and get half of my money back (if I'm lucky). My friend has rock band and I'm always on guitar while he's on drums. A true friend plays rock band with you even when you suck and can't play any level past easy.

Well I'm going to enjoy some turkey now. Happy Thanksgiving to all of the Canadians out there! :)