tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20804032806194670062012-02-02T01:18:57.668-05:00"this plane is definitely crashing. this boat is obviously sinking. this building's totally burning down and my, and my heart has slowly dried up." - modest mousesaint modestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08295659189276999472noreply@blogger.comBlogger3271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-19018074395100741442012-02-01T22:13:00.003-05:002012-02-01T22:14:45.124-05:00

hi i'm dr. oscar bluth-wilde and i'll be taking over this blog for a little while while emily allows herself to continue in a downward spiral by watching charmed every night until 3am.yes, i just want you to know that i have been taking online classes and i have received my phd in psychology so i am now a doctor. you may call me dr. oscar or just oscar that's ok too. since i am just getting my

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so peel peel peel back the layers to find the same thing. it took four years to grow backward, to say look i did the circuit and now i'm back, looklook, i climbed the mountain and it was just as lonely on the other side.

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[st. vincent - apocalypse song]the vocals on this song are amazing. this song is amazing.(by martin stranka)

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emily, did you write your paper?of course not.what have you been doing for the past 3 hours?nothing. i made an internet purchase.you have not moved from that chair for 3 hours.i found the cat in the bathroom. lying next to the heater.write your paper.i can't.why not.i am defunct.you are not.yes i am.no.yes.this is stupid.yes.write your paper.in a second.how many cups of coffee have you had?2.now

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i cut myself in half. i split myself in two and i said, "i can be whoever i want to be. and i can still be happy." i can make this part of me disappear, i can make this part of me appear. i can wear a new skin every day. i can be in love i can be out love. with a snap of my fingers i need you/i don't need you. i am -i am -inside this room i wear these boots and i am in charge.outside this room i

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click on themsan franciscokatieold friends, the best kindjebacatcate

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hi i'm oscar here to bring you a very special message about life which i know a lot about despite only being 7-9 months old.firstly i don't even know why i have to say this because everyone should know this by now but open bars are a bad idea. the number one rule of life is "don't be too drunk" and open bars result in a direct contradiction of this rule. alcohol is this very silly thing that

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i've disappeared from the internet for the past few months. the truth is that i've just been living real life instead. i'm sorry because the internet has given me so much and not sorry because it feels good to live, and i think i'm actually happy even though i don't believe happiness is a real sustainable feeling.my internet friends probably have forgotten i exist; my real life also probably hate

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hi i'm oscarhi i'm oscarhi i'm oscarhi i'm oscarhi i'm oscar i'm a cat i wake up early in the morning and no one is awake so i sit in front of cate's door on a chair waiting for her to wake up ok. hi cate please wake up soon and play with me and also bring me snacks i really like snacks i like to eat food a lot all of the time. some of my favorite hobbies are playing with pens and knocking things

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so i saw feist play at metropolis on saturday and man, is she good! she seriously brought her A game all night. she didn't play '1234' which i'm pretty happy about because she doesn't need to. she did play 'cicadas and gulls' which i have previously said is my favourite song off her new album.anyways, here's 'my moon, my man' from saturday. super fun song!since i've already posted about feist

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[destiny's child - bootylicious]I DON'T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THISi have an all-woman late 90s/early 2000s playlist going on right now and it is so awesome.

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hey love.touch you here or there?kiss your head or go away?because go away i might.if you want me to i might.if you said,"go away."i might say,"okay."i might say okayand heart crush like dust.just a touch, love.'cause love i just might.remember thursday night?quiet love or loud?'cause whisper i just might.if you want me to i might.if you say,"please stay."i will say,"okay."i will say okayhow'd it

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[destroyer - don't become the thing you hated]what if the thing you hated becomes the thing you love? what then? do you love it or hate it? what if doing the thing you love interferes with the reasons why you love it? what then? do you still love it?you like the feeling of being good at something. you like familiarity, you like feeling important, and most of all you like the idea of something

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[lana del rey - video games]i meant to post this on monday, but then forgot. i'm not that into her other stuff, but this song is amazing, everyone needs to hear it right now.swinging in the backyard,pull up in your fast car,whistling my name...

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"don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable." - beyoncei've seen you before. don't worry, we are all children looking up for validation. i know you don't want to feel special, you want to be special. you are so helpful. you are always there. you are so kind, so loving. you want equality so long as you are the equal one. i've seen you before. don't worry, you always get what

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names changed for privacy.i used to live in a shitty apartment in the plateau, surrounded by nicer looking triplexes. the landlord was a busy jewish man with a black suv who banged vigorously on our door for rent every month. i found my roommates on craigslist. i think originally it was supposed to be a one-bedroom apartment but was then turned into a three-bedroom to fit more people. greg's room

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october 21 2010now, now, it's broken now. all of it, all of us. i am up late again, waiting for a bus. the sky is a worn midnight wash, i mean, that's a real colour. i felt i knew it all along, and now i feel it, painful, hungry again, lonely on the way home from work.i would like an invitation, would like to stop dreaming about a white shirt i've never seen you wear. would i even go? no, no, no.

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[belle & sebastian - come on sister]heard this at american eagle.and it's dumb, thinking of you like the way that you were.

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i wrote this thing in october 2010 about the landmarks that were approaching in my life. it was called 'why is everything so weird'. instead i posted this. reading this right now makes me feel weird.Late November, early DecemberAround this time I started working at American Eagle, which was supposed to be a Christmas job, and yet I'm still here even though I live far away from where I work. I

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[feist - cicadas and gulls]have you heard feist's new album yet? it's amazing. i'm going to see her in december and i have continuous happy feelings about this.this is my favourite song from the album (obvs). i'm a sucker for sad acoustic songs.(via)

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this chicken used to be frozen until i fried it in a pan. chicken for lunch. inside a tortilla wrap with lettuce.i used to be a human but now i am just a thing the cat uses to get somewhere else. it used to be sunny but now it is rainy.it used to be rainy but now it is sunny. what the fuck?this page used to be blank until i wrote these words.my mind is blank.

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World, meet Oscar Wilde, the fourth member of Hotel Tupperware.Family portrait!From left to right: honorary member Rachel "ludacribz", Emily "dictator", Jeba "BOH (bitch of house)", Cate "Cate (every household needs a Cate!)", Oscar "wild" WildeWe will never get work done again. Meow!

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october is a nice month, weather-wise. the trees are all pretty, i can wear a scarf and a sweater, and retail keeps tricking me into thinking it's almost christmas. i feel like i've learned a lot about myself, even in just the past two months. my roommates and i might foster a cat, and while this has the potential to turn into total disaster, i'm pretty excited. our house is already a lovenest of

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+ one egg+ three boxes of crackers+ five boxes of cereal+ ten boxes of tea+ five cans of tuna+ five bags of pasta+ two packs of tortilla wraps (totalling 20 tortilla wraps)+ two large bags of raisins + two bags of sugar+ two bags of flour+ three cartons of a vegan vanilla soy beverage+ three boxes of microwavable popcorn (totalling 9 bags of popcorn)+ one bag of chips+ two packs of fish-shaped

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[glee - it's not unusual]this was my favourite song from the season premier. also this video will probably be taken off youtube in like 2 hours.

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1. Life is what happens when you're busy making other plansI feel like you can try and be really prepared for things but life is just going to happen anyway, and it doesn't care what you planned for. I think you kind of just have to lie in the middle of the road and hope that cars don't hit you. Or maybe that is really stupid.2. I am in a false worldThese are not my pants. Where the fuck am I?

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how to write a country songhow to eat raw beefhow to get pregnant without a manhow to be a doormathow to tie your shoehow to get new bone structurehow to listen to frank sinatrahow to shop at zellershow to shop at american eaglehow to ride the bus one-handedhow to win friends and make enemieshow to get what you don't wanthow to make me a sandwichhow to the botanical gardenhow to be chinesehow to

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sleep, don't weep, my sweet lovemy face is all wet 'cause my day was roughso do what you must do to find yourselfwear another shoe, paint my shelf[damien rice - sleep don't weep]i wish someone would whisper this song to me as i fall asleep.

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if you never say your name out loud to anyone, they can never ever call you by it.[regina spektor - better](via)

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MORE COFFEE, LESS SLEEP!i will do it all: school, work, eating, drinking.normally i can't do it all. normally i am very slow and require many hours of sleep therefore limiting me to about one activity a day. but, no! this year/semester (starting small) i will be in a constant state of motion. except right now because i'm in the library where there's internet.anyways, so far my new life is going

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today: work, pack, make pizza for dad's bday dinner tomorrow: work, move into new apartment monday: find a grocery store that's open, unpack tuesday: school, get internet set up, don't panic wednesday: work, school thursday: school, work friday: NOTHING! YAY! satuday: workworkworkworkwork

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1.Hi, I have a 3 and a half which I want to share with 2 persons, (unless somebody want to pay me heavy rent for a single room), its on [redacted], exactly in between Concordia and Atwater, Rent would be near about $300 including everything, I guess internet also.Place is awesome, rooms are too big with a big kitchen and store. And no need to worry about shopping stores, its Downtown!I can share

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Warning: the following blog post is extremely dramatic and contains language which may not be suitable for people who don't like swearing. Reader discretion is advised. ++ A few weeks ago I went to the orthodontist and he suggested that I get 3 or 4 braces on my bottom teeth to fix this one tooth that wasn't doing what he wanted it to do. My orthodontist had made this proposition to me 3 months

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the best/worst way to die ps- here is my article about china, published on autotraddle.com

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1. death cab for cutie - monday morning2. us royalty - equestrian3. bon iver - calgary4. empire of the sun - walking on a dream5. chairlift - evident utensil6. radiohead - weird fishes/arpeggi7. hurricane bells - monsters8. sensual harassment- soldier9. the weakerthans - sun in an empty room

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So after many years of thinking I didn't want to be famous, I have now decided that I do. I mean I have now decided that I am going to be famous. This abrupt shift in thinking came after realizing that Alex Pettyfer was born the same year I was, and also Lily's article where she realizes that she can no longer be a teen star because she is not a teen anymore. It's weird because I don't even

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1. a studio apartment (or, really, just any apartment)2. a new bike3. an iphone 44. fame5. this hoodie 6. laser eye surgery

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Well, I'm back from Beijing and finally have access to my own blog. Being home is entirely weird and also entirely natural. Habits are hard to break.Since I haven't done a music Monday in about 2 months, here are a bunch of songs I've been listening to while in China. I may or may not ever get around to writing a big post about my feelings, but I'll definitely post some pictures when I get them

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in the back of a taxi,my head out the window,rain on my tongue,eyes open enough to see gray concrete buildingsand the left side of beijing blurring by.from above i was staring at the ground,by the rosebush crying, with bruises on my chin.just a tree and a concrete wall,freshly rained upon dirt,black dirt and choking up my insides.lying on my right side,blinking slowly at two seats in front of me,

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sometimes i still think about the emptiness in my stomach, leaving my stomach in the air and my breath hovering around my ears, sucking in the world through my mouth. it passes right through me. bungee jumping is like this:a heaviness around your anklesfalling into absolute nothingnessand by contrast falling into everything.the stars above the great wall of china are like this:explosions in the

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+ milk+ cheese+ cereal+ clean/non-polluted air+ public bathrooms with toilet paper, doors that lock, and actual toilet bowls+ a shower that sprays into the bathtub and not onto the floor+ facebook+ clean drinking water+ bagels+ friends and familyotherwise, i don't ever want to leave. actually, just get me some good milk and cereal and i'm happy.

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Hello, this is Laura. Emily's in China and can't get to Blogger because of the Great Firewall, so I'll be posting blogs she sends me from now until she gets back. xo++dear friends,beijing is strange/amazing. parts of it are super modern and fancy, and other parts of it are just...exactly what you might picture when you think of china. there are these small streets where people share the road with

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tomorrow i go to china.in true fashion, i've packed everything at the last minute.but it's okay because i've been mentally packing for the last week.on the campus that i'm staying at, breakfast costs $0.50. apparently.i feel sad because laura wooley left my house today, but i'm excited for breakfast. i mean, i hope someone will eat breakfast with me.also it's entirely possible that i will not

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Sometimes I'm a little slow to develop pictures. This time I'm pretty much 9 month late. Here are some pictures of trees and shit from last summer. They were all taken with my lomography camera.these are trees and sky that looks like paperthis is what my backyard used to look like:these are some buildings in new york citythis is laura on the swingsthis is me at the park when i was 5

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I think Dianna Agron, star of Glee, pretty blonde flower dress girl, is secretly a hipster.And I secretly love her for it. (well not so secret anymore).First, I have to admit that I love Glee. I was about 1 and half seasons late to the party, but whatever. I'm all caught up and a little bit disappointed I'm missing the season finale because I'll be in China.Second, I have to preface this with the

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Apparently Death Cab for Cutie's new single "You Are A Tourist" has been out for a month now, but I just heard it today. I have to say, I'm really, really liking it. It brings me back to the good old days of Transatlanticism, which is a relief because I was worried they would continue in the direction of Narrow Stairs. Not to say that Narrow Stairs was a bad album, just not one of my favourites.

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[valerie - glee club]Naya Rivera rocked this version. Seriously, I can't stop listening to it. Plus she's hot.Anyways, I hope all you Canadians voted today.

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As you may or may not know, Canada is going to have a federal election on May 2, 2011. That's in like 2 days, guys. This election is very neatly straddling the line between "stupid" and "super important". Mostly it's stupid because we keep having elections and nothing has changed, and super important because, well, maybe it will.There are all sorts of reasons not to vote, especially for young

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I might have told you already, but I guess it's time for me to "officially" announce that I'm going to China this summer!This is what's going down:It's an 8 week program with Concordia, kind of like an exchange except I don't think anyone is coming to Montreal. I'll be getting 12 credits, taking a 9-credit Mandarin course and a culture course. I'll be staying at the Communications University of

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"Realise tes rèves" the sign sayswith a picture of the skybecause dreams are in the sky and the sky'sthe limitbut we've been on mars sothat proves that mars existsor somethingor that we existare there dreams on marsdreams people had but then forgotwhen they woke upis there anything else up theremy old schoolbooksthe other half of this pair of socksmy childhood perhapswhich i misplaced onceand

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[lord huron - mighty]This song is perfect. It makes me think of the jungle in The Lion King, which is another example of perfection.

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Needing glasses is one of my least favourite things. Ever. Even more than having cowlicks. I am completely and totally dependent on wearing glasses or contacts just to go outside and behave like a normal person. Once my contact ripped at school and then I had to walk around blind and issue a warning to people in my workshop class that if they were making eye contact with me I wouldn't know. It

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This is a better written off shoot of one of my other identity crises. Despite being Chinese/having an "Eastern" background sometimes I still feel like I'm an Orientalist/appropriating other cultures. ++When I look in the mirror I don't see a Chinese person. I don't see a Jewish person or a lesbian. I don't see a boy or a girl. I don't know what I see. I think I see someone who is just scared of

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Things America Has That Canada Doesn't1. Chick-Fil-A2. Target3. Hollywood4. Biscuits5. Cheap alcohol6. Sarah Palin (ha ha!)7. "do they put thousand island dressing on cheeseburgers in canada and call it 'special sauce'" - laneia8. "specifically i'd say animal-style fries from in-n-out is a thing we have that you definitely do not have" - laneia9. fried pickles10. The opposite of the metric

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Sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while, I've been really busy being stressed about life. But here's a song to make you feel better (or maybe worse?) until I write something real.[laura stevenson and the cans - master of art]This song makes me cry/feel really sad and I'm not entirely sure why. But I really like it and maybe that makes me a masochist or something. It hurts so good.It's

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I'm starting a "Creative Writing" project. So far not many words have been written but we'll see what happens. I'll be interviewing basically anyone I know who consents to be interviewed, about whatever they want to talk about, or I might have something specific I want to discuss with them. Whatever inspires me is what what I'll take out of the interview, and it might turn into a prose poem, a

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1. Get essay assignment ~1-2 months in advance.2. Realize you have ~1-2 months to do it, tell yourself you'll "do it later".3. Be reminded by professor that you have ~1-2 weeks before your paper is due.4. Repeat step 2, replace "months" with "weeks".5. Decide on a topic.6. Feel accomplished.7. Do nothing for a while, bask in accomplishment of choosing a topic.8. Take some books out of the library

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[cut copy - take me over]This song makes me want to dance. I'm going through a Cut Copy phase right now, which is good because I need upbeat music so I don't die during this essay-writing period.

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Last night I had a dream that a giant goldfish came out of the drain while I was in the shower in a giant 4-story home where I lived on the 2nd floor with a couple with a baby, but nobody cared about the giant goldfish because somebody related to me had just given birth to a baby and everybody (and by everybody I mean my cousin and this girl I used to work with?) was all obsessed with the baby. I

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009wore sweatpants today. no longer care if i run into [redacted].Monday, November 1, 2009Today I bought cigarettes so I could stand outside on Maisonneuve and potentially see [redacted]. Except that I bought bitchsticks and she wasn't there.Tuesday, November 10, 2009Goal of the day: don't cry. Accomplished. Got the job at American Eagle. Really, really, really tired. 2

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[elliot smith - bottle up and explode]put it away, and check out for the day.(via)

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I am a 20 year old getting my BA in Creative Writing with a minor in Political Science and yeah, I know those are two completely different things.My therapist told me there are steps to becoming [x]. Like there are steps to becoming anything. Like if I want to be a writer then I have to do this this this this this this and this and this like everybody else and then I will be a writer. And if I

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[six organs of admittance - wolves' pups]this song is like staring out the window on a rainy day and it is one of the most beautiful things i have heard in a while.

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When we climbed up to the top of the mountain it was like 4am and I was pretty drunk. It was cold it was sometime in November I think. No, it must've been October because Ryan didn't hate me yet. It was just me and him and Karen and I think Ryan liked her at that time. I liked Casey but she kept getting me down. That night I had seen her outside the bar sitting on some other guy's lap and

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Cats have the best life.laura wooley's housemate's cat edwardThey spend like 90% of their time napping in the sun, and the other times they are either eating, playing, or nuzzling you for attention.Cats basically own us. They will get bored and leave you to do their own thing, but you will still feed them when they're hungry. And pet them. And snuggle with them.I wish I were a cat. Then everyone

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sometimes you are sitting on the third floor of an apartment in a rocking chair watching the snow fall listening to norah jones, and sometimes you are walking home at 5:30 with your collar up high thinking about fresh bread.sometimes you can only hear out of one ear and it's hard to concentrate."run, don't walk," laneia said.sometimes it feels nice not to think about anything at all.

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[bright eyes - at the bottom of everything]and then they splashed into the deep blue sea.it was a wonderful splash!

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The last time I got a haircut was in the middle of August on top of a roof by professional hair cutter & stylist Laura Wooley Mammoth and I was half naked. Look, here is a picture from that same day.my hair stylist and I are closepersonalfriends.I usually get my hair cut every ~3 months as my hair grows fast and it is also short which means that I have to cut it in order to avoid the shaggy dog

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A box of good tea...Ankle socks...A mix tape...(via autostraddle)A blanket...Paper letters in the mail...And a warm fuzzy hug from someone you love.

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You guys, I'm worried. What is poilet fuking. In other news, this would explain why "the hairline receding" gets so many hits.However, none of mine are quite as bad as Allie's from Hyperbole and a Half.

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ingredients:+ 2 slices of bread+ cheese (I like to use goat, cheddar, and jarlsberg)+ tomato+ onion+ avocado (optional)+ balsamic vinegar (optional)1. Do whatever you do to prepare to fry an egg. For me this means olive oil, a pan, and a stove set to medium-ish heat. On the side somewhere, prepare your sandwich.2. Fry your egg. Now this is an important part: I like my eggs over-easy with a runny

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[ratatat - cherry]I am going through an "instrumental"ish phase. This song is amazing. I would highly recommend listening to this album (self-titled) with the volume turned up.(via)

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Laurrrrita Wooley Mammoth showed this to me when she was in Montreal.This is a map of the world. Did you know there are more than one different projections of maps? I did not, which was probably naive of me. Forgive me for thinking that map making might be objective/accurate. The photo above is a mercator map. You might recognize this type of map as seen in all your classrooms, my bedroom which

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absence poem #2 (heavy blanket) in the morning in the cracks between my blinds: snowflakes. + absence poem #3 (surrounded) snow in the suburbs: the heavy sound of silence. i am all alone.

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+ an expensive notepad+ an expensive stereo+ an expensive chess board+ a small DVD player+ an expensive post-it+ an expensive calendar"i hate it when i lose internet and my facebook machines just becomes a typewriter that plays dvds" - kcdanger(i was just without internet in my apartment for about a week and it was very strange but very refreshing. these were basically the only things i used my

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Some albums are just meant to be listened to from start to finish. I wrote a post once with my top 10 concept albums and this is kind of like that, except they might not have concepts or stories. I mean, even some of the ones I picked back then didn't have full stories so I suppose you could say this is just an update.There are so many bands and artists in the world now and a lot of the time all

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I went to bed last night around 11:30 and woke up at 1am with some serious stomach pain. I thought that if I rubbed my stomach it would go away, but it didn't. It stayed. It stayed for hours. It hurt to move. I sweated and moaned and rubbed my stomach and I'm pretty sure my roommate would have thought I was masturbating if he had been awake, but I wasn't masturbating, just dying. I think I died

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Every day we wake up we promise to be better. We promise ourselves to make changes. We want to love more, love better, try harder. We can do anything we want to.I will stop worrying about money. I will live better. Maybe not tomorrow, but today at least. That's all I can give. That's all I can promise. For today to be better, at least.I am not growing in a straight line. I want to learn to love

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[the beach boys - wouldn't it be nice]wouldn't it be nice to live togetherin the kind of world where we belong?

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1. [f a l l i n g in and out and in and o u t of love]With everything, and everyone, constantly. I just can't do the highs and lows. Well, sometimes I don't understand me and sometimes I don't understand you. I don't know you or me. I don't understand the happiness or lightness of love; I don't understand the sadness and excessive weight of love. I've given you all and now I'm nothing.2. ["

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can i tell you a secret.'teenage dream' by katy perry plays at work and more than once it has almost made me cry. now i am listening to it on repeat but i don't know why.last year -- december 2009 -- i was wandering up and down a street i knew too well. i was always looking for this one person without trying to make it look like i was looking for her; i was smoking cigarettes outside leaning on

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I'm sorry, last night I was celebrating my freedom from exams and so I didn't bother to do a music monday. But I'm doing one today so you can just pretend it's Monday. Okay? Okay.[band of horses - NW apt] band of horses' latest album, 'infinite arms', is really, really good. i told you about it once and i think i wasn't so sure at the time, but now i am sure. this is up there with 'everything all

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Do you want to hear a funny story? I'm sure you do. Today I had a Very Important Exam and I forgot a few things at home:1. a pen2. the keys to my house3. my brainFortunately I managed to get a pen but not the 2 other things. That's okay because I have tonight to stave off insanity before the next Very Important Exam.Today I wanted to talk to you about WINTER but I totally forgot everything I

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Hi. Okay, I don't really have any ideas for a blog post so I'm just going to tell you things so that you keep reading and don't forget about me.I went to see Hollerado Friday night in Montreal and it was one of the best shows I've ever been to. I don't know how to explain it other than to say that it ended with the audience on stage with the band, jumping around to Neil Young's 'Rocking in the

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[m. ward - post-war]amazing song. i know when everything feels wrongi've got some hard, hard proof in this songi'll know when everything feels rightsome lucky night.(via)

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I've never seen myself as particularly "Western" before, but that's because I live in The West. I identify as a Canadian partially as a reaction to the things surrounding me that are Not Canadian, like the United States. I notice my "Chineseness" because of all the Non-Chinese people around me. And I identify as gay, or queer, because of the "divide" between queers and straights. If there was no

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[bon iver - skinny love]now all your love is wasted, and who the hell was i?(via)it's a time for this song.

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"You never could have imaginedback then with the waves crashingwhat the body could erase."- Stephen Dunn "The Vanishings"I stumbled out of a bar to a street I know too well. My shoes fell in dirt, a block of concrete removed to make room for a tree. I leaned against the tree, my head falling back in laughter. I'm so inebriated that I cannot see three feet in front of me. I want a cigarette to

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Sometimes when I tell people I spend ~$15 a week on groceries they are very amazed. They think I don't eat anything. False. I never stop eating. I also think grocery shopping is really cheap.This is a half-guide to grocery shopping. I personally think good grocery shopping is a science/art/something you need to master and I'm just learning. It's also a lot of fun. These are some things I've

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1000 years, ain't enough to tear down your walls.[yukon blonde - 1000 years]i saw yukon blonde in montreal a few weeks ago, and they were awesome! this song is the best of their self-titled album, which you should get if you have the chance.(credit)

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+ a harmonica (~$10)+ ankle socks + the shower tap to stop dripping+ garbage bags (~$7)+ tea (~$4-$15)+ a haircut ($25)+ a week's worth of groceries ($15)+ moleskin with graph paper ($16)+ measuring cups for dry ingredients+ tickets to the stars concert in december (~$25?)+ boyshorts from american eagle or american apparel (or you could just give me money so i can do this myself)+ boots (~$30-$70

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You got what you wanted. You stumbled home drunk and it was cold. Why is that a thing that you wanted. You were alone. You were walking with a ghost who's not coming back. You lay on the bed and your head spun and your ears rang and your heart burst but mostly you did not feel because you had drank too much. And it reminded you of other nights in another city where things were softer. And you

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[bright eyes - blue angels air show]a thing happened.a person happened.she was born, she grew fingers and legs and stuff. often i would wonder how something would get to where it did, like how did those little hairs on her cheek get to be in those exact spots. why were her fingers that exact length. why is it like this.why is it like this and not like this.we fucked up i guess.did we? i am pulled

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OH MY GODWHY ARE YOU WEARING THOSE PANTSlandmarks:+ october 23, 2009 - dying/saved. i have changed/not changed.+ birthday approaching - don't want to talk about it. currently compiling a list of things i want/need/intend to solicit people for.+ one year at ae - help, i have feelings. want this sweater asap. i have so many feelings about my job.currently:+ wish everyone would read laneia's blog.+

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Wanted: Robot GirlfriendPosition starting immediately - mid/late-DecemberTasks:+ eat dinner with me+ go grocery shopping with me+ do laundry with me+ be available for hours of cuddling and spooning (therefore it would help if you are a critter)+ come over when i call you on the telephone+ appreciate random text messages+ make me breakfast in the morning+ go to bars with me at the last minute+

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[tegan and sara - the con]nobody likes to, but i really like to cry.nobody likes me, maybe if i cry."Once you get through the first three or four months, that's when it all comes out.. that's the con. You create this person that you're going to be, and then it all falls apart." - Tegan QuinI'm shifting things around to make myself presentable because I want you to like me.

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there was a moment of madness, i lost myself. i lost my head. we did some stupid things. i was no good at loving you, good good good, i went and looked at pictures of you when you were 17. your hair was lighter then. kisses were lighter then too, and sweaters; warmer weather.i could kiss kiss kiss you now, across the counter, you are just my height.and why must women have hair that they brush so

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Holy fucking shit it's October. Did you think we would ever make it to October? Me neither. Let's talk about it.So, September was a shitty month. It was shittier than February, which was shitty, and also confusing because because it's the shortest month of the year. Clearly, this plan sucks and should be scraped, it was written from the vantage point of being happy, sometimes I feel like happy

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i walked up the mountain because i wanted you to see it. i thought maybe if i were there, you would be there too. i thought maybe i would find you at the top, as if you'd been waiting for me this whole time.in the middle of the night we can walk in the middle of the road. we can run and jump and skip and it's just us alive. we can be the tallest city mark.the trees are littered with gold and red

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