If anyone wants to buy me a gift…this coffee making alarm clock will more than suffice.

An alarm clock!

That makes coffee!

Dreams really do come true. 

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WatchingFrank

Dark comedies - the only kind for me. 

Listening: Alvvays.

Entire album’s all kinds of great, but these two are my favourites - Archie, Marry Me and Adult Diversion.

Reading: Generation X by Douglas Coupland.

If I could deliver any message to Douglas, it’d be in the form of a note that’d go something like this -

"Hey there Mr. Coupland. Every single book of yours I’ve read thus far is kind of hilarious and judging based on your art exhibit that I recently went to, you seem like a fun kinda guy…wanna be my friend? Yes? Yes! Coolio."

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Some people hang out with people at parties…I hang out in corners with cats. 

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Over n out till next time. 

Things that make me a little sad.

Broken cigarettes.

I don’t smoke, so why this saddens me is nonsensical, but I guess it’s because people who do smoke love it, and to see this little thing that could’ve created joy for someone, that could’ve sparked a hundred different conversations on a hundred different nights in different places ending in completely different ways…all this in a single broken cigarette.

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A shoe laying dirty in the street.

Because one always wonders - what in the world happened to the other shoe? And although whatever the owner was doing that night was so incredibly fantastic that they didn’t realize what had occurred, they will inevitably wake up and realize with horror that they’ve lost a shoe.

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Water damaged books

No more words, no more adventures. 

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Disturbing the peace…

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#St.Vincent aka #AnnieClark aka #mynewcrush

#St.Vincent aka #AnnieClark aka #mynewcrush

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"Quote the raven, ‘Nevermore’" #edgarallanpoe #vancouver #nature

"Quote the raven, ‘Nevermore’" #edgarallanpoe #vancouver #nature

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HAPPY NEW YEAR’S E’RYBODY!
Hope you all look like this cat - perhaps a bit happier? - by midnight tonight. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR’S E’RYBODY!

Hope you all look like this cat - perhaps a bit happier? - by midnight tonight. 

Left my mailman cookies with a note, and got a note back! I now know my mailmans name is Bill.

Left my mailman cookies with a note, and got a note back! I now know my mailmans name is Bill.

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Naughty, me n “Miley”.

Naughty, me n “Miley”.

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Sunday is the most popular day to write songs about. 

Observe:

Blur -> Sunday Sunday

Queen -> Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

Beirut -> A Sunday Smile

Bowie -> Sunday

Velvet Underground -> Sunday Morning

Patrick Watson -> Sunday

Morrissey -> Everyday is Like Sunday

Bloc Party -> Sunday

Sonic Youth -> Sunday

U2 -> Sunday Bloody Sunday

Green Day -> Church on Sunday

Mum -> Sunday Night Just Keeps on Rolling

Jonathan Richman -> Sunday Afternoon

Oasis -> Sunday Morning Call

Nick Drake - Sunday

Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down

No Doubt - Sunday Morning

…for a grand total of seventeen songs.

Out of curiosity, I looked through my music for how many songs were composed about the rest of the week ->

Monday: 4

Tuesday: 0

Wednesday: 1

Thursday: 0

Friday: 3

Saturday: 7

…curious. Curious indeed.

Theory:

I think this may stem from Sunday being the strangest day of the seven day week; somehow it manages to be serene, somewhat hopeful, and simultaneously drenched in nostalgia and melancholy. There’s a stillness to it that one can’t ever really escape, even in movement, and whether it’s the morning, afternoon, or evening part…it drags, pulls at your soul a little. I always dread their beginnings, and am always glad when Sundays come to an end.

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That time I went sailing…

In the past four months I’ve lost my keys three times.

I wonder if this means something.

The last time was a week ago, and on it was the key to my bike lock…the last copy.

Needless to say, I haven’t been able to adequately sleep for seven days.

Can’t stop listening to Good Morning Spider by Sparklehorse. Favourite song off the album? St. Mary. I’m dong that thing that I do of putting a song on loop, and have been slow dancing around to it in my apartment, heart yearning for something I’m not quite sure of yet. But something. Definitely something. 

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Life things:

1. At 24 years old, after giving up on reading the instruction book, doing the online tests, and then writing the actual test in under 7 minutes…I finally got my G1 (a.k.a. the first step to getting your license; YAY). 

2. Tomorrow I’m going sailing. Why? Because. 

3. Tuesday I have a sword fighting rehearsal for an episode of a TV show… the fact that I have the greatest job on planet earth? Confirmed yet again. 

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(via Toronto Life Hosts TIFF’s ‘Most Stylish.’ | The C Daily)
The internet tells me I’m stylish.
(Ps. Me to the left, lovely Miss Kendra Timmins to the the right)

(via Toronto Life Hosts TIFF’s ‘Most Stylish.’ | The C Daily)

The internet tells me I’m stylish.

(Ps. Me to the left, lovely Miss Kendra Timmins to the the right)

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How to: Make Mondays more exciting.

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Mind is rebelling against any attempt to focus…it’s taken me nearly three hours to memorize three pages of dialogue.

Why? 

The internet vortex.

I’ve watched an innumerable amount of videos of the cutest Korean baby alive, at least half a dozen cat videos (as well as other animals/reptiles of sorts), and spend far too much time in both the Huffington Post and NY Times arts sections. They’ve informed me of incredibly important news, such as the possibility of new Salinger books, that is was Man Ray’s birthday (*insert cultural pride * both Russian Jews…obviously means me n the Man would have been bffs) and the fact that George W. Bush is now painting cats. …yeah. Go figure.

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Tomorrow marks the last day of night shoots, and I have a confession…I’ve missed day time.

I firmly still stand by the fact that afternoons are the worst - Sartre said it best, “Three o’clock. Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do” - but there’s something about that lazy, almost stupid time, when one can’t do much, that I sorely miss. 

…I give myself a week back to normal life before I fully retract this statement. 

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