I'm slacking.

Actually, I'm beyond slacking. Blogs don't look after themselves, and I've got too many strange emo thoughts. And hell, it's a four-day weekend (religious holiday, but still), and I've got no excuse.
This morning, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, nearly coughed up a lung (dry coughs for no reason, maybe I should look into that), fried a few eggs and flipped some toast, put the coffee on, and sat in front of the tube watching the Gill Deacon Show for the next hour. Ah, free time. It isn't anything big; in fact, you may be reading this and thinking to yourself, "Oh my, what a sad, lonely girl" and really, you might be right. Sometimes it seems like I'm the only one who needs that one solitary day of breakfasts and newspapers and baths and alone-ness to keep me sane for the rest of the week - but it can't be. I'm as social as the next gal, but come on, I can't be on all day, every day.
And so here's the rest of my day: homework, re-runs of HOUSE, and maybe skip out to a movie or grab some ramen by my lonesome. This makes me more thrilled than anything. Oh dear, China will be a blast - 16 drama teens + 12 hour jet-lag for two crammed weeks in a foreign city. I think I'll take a video camera and film this thing reality-TV style and see what sort of drama comes up.
I know you may not want to see me/on your way down from the clouds."
So, today, something will become clear.
I can feel it.

Ah. Blogs. Have a great one, everyone.

Terribly, Irrationally Bored (and probably thinking too much)

I was just struck with a depressing, unwelcome thought: are all of us terribly normal and utterly boring people perpetually doomed to solely living vicariously through other people?

And am I prepared for that kind of life?

Hello Again

I think Facebook has pretty much killed every little ounce of motivation I have to blog these days. Though it may surprise you, but I have actually checked this blog from time to time, wistfully wishing that I could take the next step and actually update it. And then a little blue MSN flag pops up, or a mental post-it appears on the surface of my brain, telling me that someone may have posted on my wall, and then I'm off. So what's new? Well, everything, but nothing you guys don't know about -- namely, China! And my prom-preparation plans (join a gym, mad hunt for a Oscar De La Renta-inspired dress, ordering my hair to grow out, et cetera), and much waiting for university acceptances.

Oy vey. And I thought I'd be bored after the play was over.
Of course I've been getting back into my Toronto group lately. Friday, I spent the day at my friend Genevieve's house, just watching movies, and yesterday I hung around downtown with Melissa and Justin, watched Music and Lyrics, and then later that night we all pretty much just assembled at Ethan's house to chill out. Finally saw some people I haven't seen since, like, early February. I also stopped at TheatreBooks and bought Amadeus and I'm waiting for Oh Dad, Poor Dad (should be getting it in about a week or two).

So. That's my life. Maybe next time I'll unravel the secret to the universe, but for now, I guess that's all you'll get of me.
Have a fantastic week/March Break.

"His children are all stinking rich now, eh?"
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Well, he spent all of his time drinking and writing; wrote a shitload of books."

Thank you, bookstore man.

Finally did it.

The strangest thing was waking up today, surrounded by this lovely shade of Ikea/sky blue and feeling consciousness slowly seep into me, and being just... content.

If You Were Here, You'd Be Home Right Now.

Cold coffee and a pocket full of change
were all that I ever needed.
Bare notebooks and plastic-covered pens,
Grippy and smooth.
And you were here
And all I ever needed
was right
here.

The days were long,
and the nights were late.
and the moon peered out
lazily when we called it.
And you were here
And you were here.
The pens leaked, dried and faded, love.
They crisped and burnt.
Rings of brown ingrained into the paper
to replace the words and the feelings
those damned
feelings.
But you were here.

"Peacock," you told me.
And that was what I then needed.
The topic of my next great ball of
burning
wadded
paper.
"Chicken strips."
"Sparrows take flight!"
"Chickadees"
You taught me about the birds
and I scribbled, scribbled, scribbled
in my chicken-scratch.
Because you were here
and you were all I ever needed.

The world swirled around us,
turned, danced, dipped.
But we paid them no attention, dear.
Because we had all we ever needed.
The crinkly paper
The dried-out pens
And the caked-on coffee.

We needed no introduction
and we didn't care for conclusions.
But the body, how we loved the body!
And the verbs, the nouns, the adjectives
like our own children.
Remember
Green
Wrangled
Sky
Hair.
Because all we ever needed
was right
Here.

You saved it, didn't you?
Even after our inevitable conclusion
and all the words we loathed,
like
Loathe
Tired
Dry
Bored.
And all I needed
was right there.

No the world didn't stop spinning,
but after our self-obsessed meandering
we finally took notice.
There was evil and hate
and love and satisfaction.
Bright Sunday mornings
and slow drivers.
birds
and slow goodbyes.
and lingering,
quite a bit of lingering, actually.
But that was all I really needed.

What I set out was
not a sappy love poem.
And what I did
was not the broken attempt.
What I knew
was the weight of humanity.
And you said it was enough,
just enough.
And maybe
all I ever needed
was
right
here.

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Merry Christmas, all.