I'm scared about life.

 Well, uh, my heart dropped but I think it missed my chest.   ...Come back?

What the hell is going on?

Right now this means lying in montreal snowdrifts face-up, looking at a sky that is never dark, wishing I were home where the great trees are ( Read more... )

I'm dreading the morning and relishing the thought of my bed.

I was thinking about penguins today, and how they seem to have found a spot in the media.  Penguins as celebrity?

Bed bed bed bed bed.

-Alison

I don't know why I'm updating but here goes...

My life in a nutshell:  Weekdays I wake up around 11 and get to work by 1.  I sign out around 5, just when all the shops are almost closing and don't want to see the faces of any more shoppers.  My bosses are driving me nuts and I wish I could just leave, but that would be pretty inconvenient as I'm ( Read more... )

There's something about the mall at night in the wintertime.  Something that I like to be surrounded by and absorb.  It's oddly comforting.

Hellfire.

My parents were away for not enough time.  Maybe I'm weird but I don't like talking to people when I first wake up and as soon as I come home, and those are the only times I see my parents.  I need time to collect myself.

Only with friends do I feel comfortable to simply be, without having to be anything.

I bought some good music.  I have a ( Read more... )

I forgot about that tired feeling you get after sleepovers.

campfires + Ian and Jesse + brains made out of jello = good times

I don't know how we got along before those boys came into our lives.

Apricot Tea!  ...isn't that a song title?  If I had some I would drink some.

There are owls everywhere:

Owl poem on the bus,
Owl article in the newspaper,
Owls on the cover of a magazine

What kind of omen is this?

I had a dream I lived in an orange apartment on Birthday St.  It was close to the #6 bus.

Life is SO WEIRD right now.

It's beautiful and wonderful and hysterical

but it's also frightening and confusing

...it's freedom?

There are so many people I'm ignoring in reality who are spinning circles in my head.

Do me a favour and say this phrase out loud: I imagine sitting in those bucket seats.
How does it feel?