Wednesday, June 30, 2010

By Dallas Clayton

PEAK/VALLEY

He’d peaked at age nine and he knew it.
Things were glorious then.
With his body and his mind working as one
his popularity was at an all time high.
He knew everyone important by first name.
And on a good day he was the second fastest in his class.
His parents were together still.
He hadn’t yet shaved, bought deodorant,
or been told exactly how babies were made.
He knew no difference between rich and poor.
He had no job,
and as many hobbies as you could fit into a summer.

He was perfect at age nine, he figured.
And so he would spend the next seventy -three years
sitting in his attic
trying to write a book
about how good it felt.


Reading this made me wish with all my heart that I was still nine years old. Today, I am not much happy about facing the world as an adult.
IS THERE FUCKING ANYONE ON THIS PLANET AVAILABLE FOR ME TO SCREAM AT RIGHT NOW?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Night Time is the Right Time

A hot bath
Lavender
A really good book
An ice cold cider
A very quiet house
And a cat lazing about next to the tub, periodically reaching for my hand, chasing his tail, making me laugh.

Happy Thing

Usually I always walk along 16th on my way home, and look at every building I pass...
Today I noticed that the one apartment building that obviously houses the quietest (and possibly cutest?) people is called 'Wagon Wheel Place'

Monday, June 28, 2010

I may have officially overdosed on CSI: Miami.

Like, as if a fourteen-year-old boy can outsmart, kidnap and kill a grown woman who is the wife of a police officer, and all the while outsmart all the cops in Miami AND cut his tracking bracelet off (he was on probation)?
The kid was like 90 pounds! And blonde!

Four Things

1. Sometimes I get too excited about some things to think realistically about them.
This is a fault of mine that hasn't only affected me, and right now I'm kicking myself for it.

2. I have also been blabbing about going to school to pretty much every person I know, so I can't cut out on that.
I have to go to school, now.
I'm going to school.

3. At lastly, I'm sure I have some sort of bipolar disorder. To understand it, I have to explore it. I'm not interested in getting on a medication (I don't think it's serious enough for that) but I do want to be able to control it enough that it doesn't affect my personal life so much. Don't get me wrong - I like being fucking crazy, just not depressed-crazy.

4. What to do with a rainy Monday and a day off? I think it's going to end up with me scrubbing my bath tub.

Friday, June 25, 2010

LOL!

Date night turned into drunk night, I had to hop in the cab while trying to keep my composure.
I blame it on the cigarette post-drinky.
but LOL! At least I have a nice boyfriend!
I woke up this morning in a really brightly coloured summer dress and LOL! Beach day! I am going there right....after elevenish...maybe noon.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Magic of the Internet, Part III

I just talked to three of my best buddies all at the same time on internet chat! Exciting morning!
Now I'm going to buy cat food!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Lemmy

the cat and me
it's where i want to be
on the couch
in a slouch
with a book
in the nook
of my arm
it's about a farm
(the book)
i've underlooked
misfortook
gotta remember
who's your best friender
the wee and lil' Lemmer

Finding

You know that feeling - the one that makes you want to just go home?
But you don't really want to go home, you'd rather be the furthest away from home, but what you're wanting is the comfort and calmness without having to be anywhere that is so familiar.
And now knowing how it is not wanting to be alone, a weird and unfamiliar thing;
something I'd never thought to exist in me.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Do

cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time. cannot waste any more time.

Repeat.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Hangover Delight

I am eating a chocolate croissant for dinner, right now.
I am typing with one hand, and
every once in a while I take a sip from an extra large can of 99 cent iced tea.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Three Things

1. Pacino
2. De Niro
3. Thirty Years Ago

Three Things

1. Slippers
2. Creaking floors
3. Coughing coming from two levels above

Three Things

1. brown eyes
2. soft lashes
3. 99 cent iced tea

I don't want to forget these things.

Okay, so it's the fifteenth of June and I feel like this summer is shaping up to be one of the best in my short lil' life.
I guess you could say it started with seeing Tom Petty with Kim and Masa last Tuesday. We left the show saying "Tom Petty is the Raddest Dude" several times over - that guy knows how to jam - ...then we walked back to their place in the rain and ate cold pizza. The best!
Friday involved a water taxi to Bowen Island and biking/hiking all over the place up HUGE hills only to land at one of the most beautiful beaches where I swam in the ocean for the first time this year.
I popped a tire on the way back and had to walk all the way down the hill/mountain. Thankfully, Evan didn't have any breaks so we walked together. Sean was waiting at the bottom, worried and about to assume that we were both dead and that the only thing that he could probably do is have a drink to ease the nerves. At the bar we sat next to biker dudes who yelled at the boys to hold the door open for the waitress.
Sunday I got off work early and met my sister and Monique for a coffee, and after we took the last sips of our drinks we came up with the brilliant idea to go to Third Beach. Drank beer, laid in the sand, swam in the ocean, saw an old friend. Ate Spitz, did a crossword.
Yesterday, Christa, Sean, Evan and I drove out to Pitt Lake and rented a canoe, paddling across to a trail up to some waterfalls. We stopped at a farm market on the way and picked up lunch..consisting of bread, tomatoes, mustard, and farmer's sausage. All local! Ate lunch at the falls and made it back in time to grab some ice cream at DQ in Coquitlam (AKA: weirdest town ever. Does anyone smile there?)
Today, my arms are sore.
And even on the inbetween days when there's no big plan, I was going out for dinner with Leila (I will not be eating sushi for a while...woke up that night and barfed), drinks with Kim at the Alibi Room, planting some more in the garden, and laying in the back yard doing crosswords with Tara.

Even looking forward, well, all I see right now is Bellingham on Monday. Gonna go shoot a gun for the first time! Then head to Boundary Bay brewery for one of their IPAs.

Life...is good, man.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Self Improvement

I woke up this morning with a small list of things to do:

1. Get my driver's license ---> drive across the country, in the summer.
2. Get a dog, but prior to that, get out of the city, and make sure to have enough money for the vet bill. (Take dog on road trip.)
3. Sign up for some education -----> Have a back up plan. Getting a degree in English may mean becoming a Dental Hygienist will be necessary as a 'second job'
4. Don't forget to read the books that have already been bought and are sitting on the shelf. Don't buy any more books until other books have been read.
5. Get rid of half of the clothes filling up the bedroom ----> try not to buy clothes for no reason. -----> Do that with half of the other shit in the house.
6. Spend time with friends -----> Be a better listener - listen to those things that make you want to space out. Ask questions when called for - I repeat: do no space out.
7. Get a good night's sleep, eat your greens!
8. Don't just listen to the radio all the time -------> Don't let the news get you down, man. The world isn't ending that quickly.
9. Most Importantly: GO TO THE BEACH AND GO SWIMMING!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

dead tired

So as I start writing this it's 2:19 in the morning.
I stayed up late being sober, eating soft tacos and watching True Lies and Eastern Promises.
At 1:30 I decided to have a bath?
About fifteen minutes ago I came into my room and realized I hadn't made my bed after doing laundry today.
Why do I do this? I already hate making my bed - putting my comforter into the fucking sack or whatever you want to call it. The bed sheet. Pulling the elastic around the fourth corner of the bed (always the hardest corner)...not really my favourite thing to do - it comes in a close second to salad spinning.
And then the cat comes on the bed and attacks everything that moves and I realized just now that this is ridiculous