notebook rhymes

young one sleep

your heart still beats

with lights alive

your energy jives

but you should know

your youth will go

if you're not wise

with hungry eyes

a love will burn

in your willow

frail and worn

you'll need a pillow

so now you're open 

absorb to see

run to magic

but rest your tree

it's ok to find out what you don't want to be.

they talk and advise 

she smiles but her crease is pursed

uncomfortable she zips

buttons

and ties up the laces

heels stick in every sidewalk crack

confused, she is wanted

joy is born into the heart of her unknowing peers

she's gone into a handbag

beside her lip gloss

a broken mirror

stubborn scurry there's no hurry.

a sleepy head 

won't get some rest

stubborn, stubborn

she forgets

what makes her happy

now she's stressed

her morals are a tangled mess

she thinks she's dealing with her chores

when she knows she's scared of 'bored'

scurry, scurry

she never stops

she needs a stab

she needs a flop

Easter Weekend Trend

Writing in my notebook never stops. I was away from the internet this weekend. I missed it...I guess. I guess if I had to choose what aspect of it I missed, I would have to say the crowd, the interaction. I mean, I must admit I hope a few people are reading this thing, but only because I hope I am interesting. I think I am. 

My family's thoughts on my notebook:

little cousins: " Qu'est ce que tu ecris?"

me: " N'importe quoi"

little cousins: "Est ce que c'est comme un journal?"

me: " Euuuhhhh.....oui. C'est comme un journal"

My grandmother sat across the table from me as I jotted down scribbled words and said to me in French:

"You'll write that you saw your grandmother's underwear!" - which happened- so it's true.

I laughed. She also said with a mouthful of Easter treats:

"You'll write in your notebook that you are watching a big pig shovel chocolate down it's throat!" She's funny. This stuff actually did end up in my notebook since some of what I share here comes from my notebook. Not for errors or editing/revising. Just because I have pen-withdrawal issues. I have an addiction. I had a really relaxing time in Thurso, QC with my grandmother Aurore. That's Aurora in English, pretty eh?

I finished my book over the Easter weekend. It was really good. I'm trying to figure out how to get in touch with Bruce, I have tons to say to him. The only address I have though is the publishing company in New York- arrrghhh. I'll get to digging in the dirt on that.

completely absorbed

Tonight I am really anxious to sit my ass in my old high school auditorium and watch one of my closest friends, Amos Joannides, perform an all-giving show. He's so amazing, really talented. He has a Jason Mraz vibe. You'll find me there tonight @ Massey Vanier high school @ 7hpm treating my mind and body to earthy, soulful music. "Quebec" is one of my favorites! You can listen/ sample all his songs on his website- and even buy/order a CD there! Have a listen!

www.amosj.com

music show tonight

the best kinds of friendship

Had a sister day with Alexa yesterday <3

Super fun!

quiet simple floor work

I worked on my scrapbook today.

but it's colorful on the inside
This is the book I'm reading

I really like this guy. Have you seen the Evil Dead movies? Army of Darkness? I don't like them at all. They're horrible. But that's the humor, and Bruce Campbell, the lead, is a great dude.

This is my notebook at the moment.

I love it. It feels right and the pen goes good on it. Plus the pages are line-less. Free open blank pages.

This is my typewriter.

I love this machine. Something about typing with it seems so crafty. The only bad news is when you're making good copies you absolutely can't make a mistake.

I wore my woolies today

Now it's dark all of a sudden. Time to turn the lights on. Or Candles.

this is what i am.

I brush my hair at night

it feels real nice

Muddled mixed playing tricks

 I got a little messed up today

Dancing Montreal's beat

On cold, windy streets

Maybe a jokester

Ran through my feet?

Dressing room get up

Got annoyed 

Left in a hurry

No clothes for me!

Realized later

My black tights were on inside out.

At The Eaton Centre.....

I decided to go all out and try clothes on and everything- knowing full well I wasn't buying. I don't really enjoy going into a tiny cubicle and undressing myself and trying on stuff, but I just get so darn curious: Will it look as good on me as it does on the hanger?

What irritated me this afternoon, so much that I left, were the girls trying clothes on in the cabin next to me. They said things like, like, like like, like - seriously. I even took out my notebook while changing just so I wouldn't forget some of the exact words.

" Omygod, this like, makes me look totally wide."

"Oh no, it really suits you, because, like, you're soooo skinny and you have a butt. Like, if you had no butt, you would look like a twig."

"Ok, good, because like, I don't know what I look like from behind."

They continued to say things like "You have a great body" , "I do? Oh thanks!", "Yeah, when I look at myself in the mirror I see a freak", "What? No, you're pretty You're sooooo thin"

They were both thin, stylish and beautiful. Sigh.

On another note....

Uptown girl, she's been living in her uptown world.

I was a downtown gal today! I don't usually bustle around in the heart of the city much, I get awful claustrophobic. Seeing as I was already east, I decided to stop on my return home, at the Eaton Centre.

There weren't too many people so it was alright. I walked into Bikini Village hoping to find a cute one-piece suit, since I'm bathing suit shy. I have 25 free dollars to spend there, a gift certificate I won at a Beach Party for shaking my buns the mostest. I wasn't much in the mood though, and they didn't have much selection.

All of a crazy sudden the Eaton Centre was full of loud whistling noises! There seemed to be hundreds of students blowing whistles. I couldn't hear anything! It was so loud! I captured a clip on my celly. Not fab but check it out!

 Translation "Symphonie pour une universite. En Crise Majeur" =A symphony for a university. In major crisis

I know, you can't even hear what I'm saying! 

" There are people whistling in the Eaton Centre! I don't know why!"

" It's crazy! It's so loud!"

Turns out students were raising awareness for La Communaute De L'universite Du Quebec a Montreal a.k.a UQAM. In English, the University of Quebec in Montreal. I read the leaflet more thoroughly once home, and here are the shocking facts! The government of Quebec is fishing out over 300 million dollars for the renovation of a casino while an under-financed university is and has been struggling to make ends meet for years. This is absolutely outrageous! More outstanding stats can be found at www.uqamengreve.com  

And although the whistling was quite ear-piercing, it did last for only five minutes after all, and it sure made people listen! Everyone was curious about the fuss, and I'm sure many were educated as I was today on this pressing issue. So I say- whistle away!

Rain, Rain, Rain, more rain... and snow?

It was snowing this morning in Montreal! Yikes! I really think its the sun's turn to shine- pun intended! :)

My umbrella definitely felt like a cool, smart accessory this morning matched with my riding boots, mock leather jacket, purple neck scarf and owl pendant. At first it fashionably sheltered me from the rain, but then it began to snow, and holding the umbrella suddenly felt so silly. I didn't think about it too long because the wind picked up fiercely! So I closed the umbrella anyway before losing it to city streets.

So this morning, I got my first, real massage ever. Of my life. My friend Ashley Schinck is in school studying massage therapy @ Institut Kine-Concept on The Plateau a.k.a East Montreal. She had a stage today on which she will be marked and asked me to be a recipient to her massage. Hmmm, lemme think about it..... YES! 

It was amazing! At first I found it was hard to relax and it felt strange. I still haven't figured out why. In any case I felt the atmosphere was comical and I'm naturally bubbly. I mean, one of my closest friends was massaging me while I was half-undressed, strangers (her teachers) were watching occasionally and really corny relaxation music was playing...that kept skipping. Eventually I succumbed to serenity when I turned onto my belly. I stuck my face in the hole. Haha that sounds so funny, and it looks even funnier!

Anyway, before the session I ate a 'sammich', as I like to call 'em, so I wouldn't be hungry during the massage, and this is what I gathered from that:

TIP OF THE DAY: Don't eat an egg salad sandwich before getting a massage.

My insides were grumbling and I was deadly afraid of an accidental release of a bodily function- catch my drift?

goodnight world.

 

Silent night

Quiet room

You are gone

But not for long

The laundry is still warm

Now I'm folding

I'm a little distracted

A little nosey

It's raining still

I can hear it

The window pane is black

There are a few dishes in the sink

and some crumbs on the counter

We ate sandwiches earlier

Bought some glue

To scrapbook  pictures

Of me and you

I wish you didn't work at night

My mind wanders

When I'm lonely

You start at 11h30

I miss you already

Oh Waittttttttttttttt!

I just wanted you to know...

Result of last nights attempt to eat supper. But I just wanted to show myself. True colors.

-Unafraid

-Good hearted

-Real