Archives for the month of: August, 2009

Angry not sad.

August 31, 09 //
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Moving is that time where you can sit down and really evaluate your life. When you’re staring at the empty white walls and your life’s work is neatly packed away in American Apparel boxes and garbage bags, you really start to wonder, “what next?” or “how many of these books have I even opened?” My goal for the next move, in November if all goes well, is to reduce what I own to a few small boxes.
With that said, the move is over and my only possessions are safe at my parents house. It was a hectic start to what will only become a more hectic week. For those who do not know, my grandmother died the other night. She was 90 years old. It seems that almost my entire family is flying in for the funeral and will be sleeping in my house. I plan on camping in my backyard to avoid the mess.
The funeral is on Thursday and will be my first ever funeral. I don’t know what to expect except what I’ve seen in movies or tv. Will I cry? Will I trip and embarrass myself while carrying the casket? I really hope I don’t see a body. I don’t know if I could deal with that. In all honesty…I’m just feeling very uncertain about everything and I just want this week to be over with.

This is going to be a good year, I am going to do everything I can to make it a positive one. I have a few plans which include:
1 – Actually staying in shape! I will run and bike as often as possible until i’m back downtown and can join a gym. I’m in the best shape of my life and I don’t want to ruin that(that being said, i’m at TWIGS right now and am going to order dessert)
2 – Create! I want to start making clay-mation and I want to continue taking pictures.
3 – Go back to school in January! I am going to make an appointment with Concordia this week and do everything I can possibly do to make it back to school.
4 – Start collection and restoring Straight Razors. I need a fun little hobby and i’m tired of throw away razors.
5 – Keep playing guitar.

And finally, i’m going to post here as often as possible. It’s fun to write and can only help me improve my writing skills. I plan on writing about my Straight Razor restorations, my quest for the best G-Tao and Veggie burgers in Montreal and various other random thoughts and actions throughout my daily life.

River of sorrow

August 10, 09 //
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Today we were rained on twice, I got stung by a wasp, I fell a lot, climbed a few rock cliffs and fell into a swamp up past my knee’s. We also had to re-do 3 hours of work apon the owners request. Best 100$ I’ve ever made!

While staring at the white wall in front of me, the brown linolium flooring with it’s burn marks and the hosptial bed most likely dating back to the Korean war underneath me, I find myself missing the warm and friendly glow of my stereo system.
When I’m lying on my floor late at night, the jazz quietly overtaking my room, I fall asleep to the warm glow my amplifier emits. The light hits the floor, my dirty clothes, the magazines and books and exposes the raised area’s of my blankets.
I miss this and the sounds of John Coltrane, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong that make me feel like everything is just a little less futile.

As a town of 400 people, Bear Lake, BC has only one transexual prostitute. A number much lower than most towns in Northern British Columbia I imagine.
This being my second year in Bear Lake, I feel like I know this town well enough to avoid it at all costs.
Last year my experiences broke down to three seperate incidents.
The first occured as I passed a room and watched the owner of this motel, a middle aged Native Charles Bronson lookalike, call his son a “fuckin’ idiot’ before pushing him and threatening to smash his face in for accidentally breaking an oven.
The second involved finding out that the toilet water leaked into our oven whenever someone flushed.
The third was while we were tree planting last year and we were camping beside the motel in the attached camp grounds. I was camped beside the highway, fast asleep when I was awoken by the sounds of a group of young kids belonging to the ‘Bear Lake Krew’.
My anger turn to pure amusement with the loudest of the gang yelling,
“I swear to god, if Clarisa opens her fuckin’ mouth again I’m going to kick her fuckin’ ass”
My headphones were promptly inserted after the same girl yelled,
“The first two times I got pounded…it hurt and I didn’t even enjoy it!”

From Bear Lake we will be moving to Houston, BC. A town with the world’s largest mill and a population just as interesting as say…the world’s largest mill. Till next time…