Name: Miriam
Apperatus of choice: Cottage or beach
Place of aptitude: Cardinal Carter
Sisters: Emily and Sarah
Likes: Beaches, Adventuring, Queen St.,
Music, My Friends, Food fights, Cottage time,
Ice cream, Water fights (at school
and on the subway), Hot dogs, Getting lost
with people.
Dislikes: Stupid-crap-assy-annoying people,
Bad smells (like indian dollar store bracelets), Chewing with your mouth open, Cold things in your underwear, Anythig trying too hard.
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Sunday, September 26, 2004
the last from so many more
.:Music|First It Giveth - QOTSA|:.
Everyone has taken all there things and abandoned this place. They've moved out to somewhere else, livejournal it seems to be. Maybe i'll give it a shot www.livejournal.com/users/penderosa
come visit me sometime, maybe we'll bake cookies
Posted at 9/26/2004 9:34:21 pm by parttimeutopia
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Fortunate Fool
.:Music|Somewhere only we know - Keane|:.
I've been inspired, or reminded, to write here again. (you know who you are)
Summer was amazing, to say the least, and i'm sorry i had to leave it behind so soon. I miss it already, or at least the feeling it brings. Went to Beach Fest, Hawksley was astounding, once again i've fallen hard for music. Alex and Sacha jousted (jaousted?), we went on the berry-go-'round and had fun in the sand. We should do it again sometime. We should still go swimming.
I know it was a while ago, but i thought i should tell anyone who didn't know that i loved Montréal and have officially decided to live there at least once in my life. (you should come visit me)
I've recently been amazed on how people can see things so differently. In a way it keeps things fresh, like when megan changes the vegetables. It's amazing how peoples concepts of things can vary so drastically.
Did you see the sunset yesturday? If not you missed a light orange sky, streaked with dakr purple and gray clouds, with splashes of red a pink to please the eye. It reminded me of being up north last Thankgiving at my uncles chalet. I like fall. I hope that they have it up there again. You've never seen a place like it. It's surrounded by tree covered hills and valleys, accompanied by a solitary cliff named "Old Baldy" because of the naked patch of white rock at the top that give you the most breathtaking site you will ever see in the fall. And flowing through the Ray's fields along the bottom of the valley, is a river conecting to a far away lake. Almost unreal. (sorry bout that)
Visit my sister's livejournal and enjoying her writing. She always makes me laugh and baffles me with her constant energy, infections laughter, superb wit, great humour, insane creativity, undeniable sense of self, abundance of confidence and the way she does everything she wants. I want to see you again is your reading, it's been a month too long.
First day of school = fun like a jack in a box (only less scary, like when it pops out at you). What did you think?
So i'm done with rambling. I'm Rick James bitch! Enjoy yourselves!
Posted at 9/8/2004 5:51:45 pm by parttimeutopia
Friday, August 20, 2004
Can cheese be a hero?
.:Music|All That She Wanted - Crowned King|:.
Holy Crap! A boot stompin' good time last night the the Crowned King concert last night. Here are a few highlights:
+ "Well... that's when me cousin died" "Oh..."
+ Skankinig
+ Ninja fighting ally
+ Cartwheels downs queen
+ Paige's animated conversations
+ Sombrero
+ I heart Jonny Biggs
+ Hiding bags
+ Walking down Bathurst shoeless
+ Jumpable guys
+ Finding a sharpie
+ Losing a sharpie
+ John's shoes
+ Free CDs
+ The pantless bus
+ HUGGING HOT SHAUN!
Deffinatly going to the next one with all of you again! A kickass time, for lack of better words. Hope your week had a good send off too, enjoy the weekend.
Posted at 8/20/2004 8:11:30 pm by parttimeutopia
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Alone in Kyoto
.:Music|Heart Of Darkness - Sparklehorse|:.
Isn't it weird how is seem like these Things seem to make people show something about themselves to everyone? How these little parts of people seem such a huge part, until you learn a little more? But then you realize, who would put they're innermost thoughts on a system where the entire world can reach it? At that point I'd start to wonder how much of this actually is the person, and percentages can't be used to measure something like that. Is it very little of them? Is there so much more to them that they can't possibly manage to put it into their computer and then here? Would they share themselve with you if you reached out? Or is it all of them? Is it everything they feel, see, taste touch and hear? Is it that there is so little substance to this person that it's so simple to blurt it all out in typing? Or are they just extremely good writers? You can choose, i'm going to bed.
Posted at 8/12/2004 2:04:03 am by parttimeutopia
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Too Much Wasted Time on my Hands
.:Music|Wonderwall - Ryan Adams, later it will be Oasis|:.
Today was a boring day. I've been releasing my loser side and doing almost nothing but staying at home all day, doing whatever pops into my head, so long as I do not have to move much from my position on the couch surrounded by the saturday paper and dirty dishes, that I secured in the late morning while still in my pjs. Huzzah for lazyness. And not knowing how to spell.
Made forty dollars today and almost fell asleep while babysitting nextdoor. Isn't it embarassing when the parents come home and your sleeping when your supposed to be on the look out for fires and choking chlidren, among other things? But that money only makes up what I spent on a pair of earing, necklace and bracelet. I'm horribly addicted to shopping, it's going to be my bank accounts doom. I think shop owners can smell this, either that or the ones around me are very friendly.
Too tired for writing something interesting. Enjoy my day. I sure did. *zzzzzzzzzz...*
Post Script: It seems as if everyone has abandoned their blogs...
Posted at 8/8/2004 1:20:54 am by parttimeutopia
Friday, August 06, 2004
La Chasse-Gallerie
.:Music|Left and Leaving - The Weakerthans|:.
*click* Algonquin was my home for the last week, in all its glory. Most of the time I was staring at the wonders around me, amazed that something so simple, so natural, could be so beautiful. A few times I stopped breathing, unable to capture and hold everything I saw. Those few days amid nothing but the purity of it all, surrounded by trees, crystal lakes and water lilies, their beauty being highlighted by the golden sun, and you, in the middle of it, cooled down by the occasional breeze or sudden thunderstorm. I realized there that living without most modern conveniences can do wonders to your way of thinking. You no longer care how many bugs have touched your food, how much dirt you track into your tent or the amount covering your body for that fact. It doesn’t cross your mind that all your clothes smell like smoked meat from nights around a campfire roasting marshmallows intertwined with chocolate bits and squares of gramcrackers and, while I can only speak for myself at this point, I no longer care about how many blemishes are scarring my face, if frizz is once again waging a war with my hair on the losing side, if my ass is out of proportion to my top half and if my legs are following its suit or if my skin looks slightly greasy and my eyes are mildly puffy from the restless sleep of the night before. During the time when my main fragrances and beauty aids are bug spray, dirt, girl sweat and lake water I feel free. There are unfortunately very few times when I don’t look at myself in a mirror that points at my flesh’s weak spots, mocking at the very thought of something being created to look like me, and wonder if people see me the same way that I do in those moments of insecurity, or if it’s merely an over exaggeration of my own imagination, in a way of teaching me to not be so concerned over how I look, and to be content with what I’ve been given. Some of the only times I feel like I could be perfect in my own flawed way are camping and around the very being that is so far from me right now. He left on Sunday, two days after my departure from my downtown Toronto haven, and isn’t coming back till nearly the end of august, when I happen to be roaming around the French province, acquainting myself with lost relatives and being bombarded by stories of my father’s childhood, not to mention the gorgeousness of Montréal and Québec city. It’s not till days after his return that I get to see the creature that shows me what it’s like to feel emotion so raw, and in turn reflect those visions and thoughts on my everyday life, as if everything becomes more vivid and I see my skin as what connects me to the universe, not what separates me from it. Now, these parts of me are wandering aimlessly, trying to find what is so far away, in hope of being able to feel what it’s like to be to close to him again. It’s barely been a week, and I have to endure three more, serving my heart to the emptiness in front of me, a small piece for each day. I wait in 4/4 time. So I sit here, pouring out my emotions out on to a window that fills your screen. Leaving myself vulnerable and half naked, unclothed of my metals wanderings, pouring out my emotions for their 15 minutes of fame, to be viewed by anyone with internet access and enough willpower to read through the writings of a teenager, hopefully conveying passion for something. A human going through a stage in life where everything they feel is untainted. Every moment is felt in it's pure form, intensely wonderful or horribly depressing. Too those who put up with my whining and read all of this congratulations, may you be hit by the opposite gender, arms leading, and too those who gave up half way through to look for something more worthwhile, your not missing out on much. Thanks for tuning in, be sure to watch out for our next program “stranded in the ocean with nothing but potpourri to save you” shortly followed by “three dead trolls in a burlap sack”. Hope to see you next time for another semi-exciting adventure through my head. Stay classy San Diego. *click*
Posted at 8/6/2004 11:50:49 am by parttimeutopia
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Bhagavad-Gita
.:Music|Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangsta - Geto Boys|:.
I like summer, with it's heat, extra moisture, UV rays, beach days, sunburns, sun glasses, unexpected turns for better -or worse-, late bedtimes, hot sleeps and the freedom to do anything you want, even if it's just to stay home all day watching T.V and eating ice cream until your fignertips are nearly frozen through (a run on sentence?). It's hard for me to grasp that it's almost halfway done, it doesn't help that I still have so much to do. I still have to go to my cottage -favourite place to be-, visit my sister in Trois-Rivières, indi concerts, camping, Montréal, camp, volunteer somewhere, lifegaurding courses and all around hanging out with more friends. *yay*
Today I got an -amazing- surpirse . Michelle called me from her cottage saying "Hey, Alexandra can't go to the \m/ Alice Cooper \m/ concert so we have an extra ticket. Would you like to come?". Sweet Jesus! So i'm going to the Alice Cooper concert tomorrow and we're going to try to meet him before hand. And we will, providing that he is the coolest guy alive and wants to meet the hardcore fans who come early. *woot*
In a momentary lasp of sanity, I've decided to read the Bhagavad-Gita and some writings by Lao Tzu. Maybe I'm crazy or maybe I just want a wider view on the world and what it can hold. I can't say I'm expecting some great enlightenment through reading and trying to comprehend these works, but I'm always up for some new knowledge to absorb. *word*
I only have a little over a week left with the object of my affection. Whats sadder, I've only seen him about 4 or 5 times this July and he's leaving to travel across the ocean where I cannot feel him holding me anymore. To make matters worse, if my travels are planned correctly and he does not go to edge, I will not see him for all of August. And it scares me. Because until I saw him Monday, I had not seen him since the sunday before and I missed him... a lot. That was with me being able to contact him on the phone, at least I could hear him. It's going to be that, at least three times over, without his voice, without any words of comfort to ease my loneliness, to put my mind at rest. No reassuring tones to discuss my joys, fears, trials, tribulations, my moments of angst and happiness. There won't be an answer at the other end of that number with whom I can have my silly conversations, meaningful thoughts and raw emotions. Just my unrequited emotions bouncing back at me through the thin wire, throwing my lyrics in my ear. *think*
Posted at 7/21/2004 8:34:41 pm by parttimeutopia
Monday, July 12, 2004
Train Tracks
Something dark and different... a new colour for this
the train is passing by
and i like it
I think you would like it too
but your not here
still
the train is passing by
and i like it
maybe is passing for me
coming from you
even if it's not
the train is passing by
and i like it
Posted at 7/12/2004 2:25:02 am by parttimeutopia
While I still have you on my arms...
.:Music|Six Underground - Sneakerpimps|:.
People make it seem like certain events change your life forever. Like suddenly after that hour, you see everything completely differently and that you yourself are a completely different person. It's not like you get thet powers of King Midas. Like turning 16, it's something you look up to for your entire life, until you get there and you realize that the only real difference between that age and 15 is the extra year you have been alive. Maybe it's just that little bit of experience, that tiny bit of knowledge that you may have aquired. Maybe it's possible that all that is true for everyone else and I'm more messed up that I thought, but I doubt I'm emotionally stunted. Or maybe I'm just pulling stuff out of my ass and leading you all on a ride to nowhere. Who knows, read this and ponder it. Let me know what -you- think of this topic. I'm curious to know.
Wrapped in the warm night air, accompianied by the dull buzz of cars passing by the lake, I lean against my window sill, indulging in the smell you left on my skin only a few hours before, when your arms were still around me. But my thoughts are escaping, they're running away, leaving my body hoping they'll bring back memory of where they visited. What strange and curious lands they were in, where time can stand still, making seconds lat forever. Where it's always a warm summers night, my favourite time of all. So calm and dark, it seems to vibrate with life and with love. It holds you in it's comfort, until the early rays of sun break through, leading to dawn then dusk as they fade away. My eyes drift downwards, followed by the lids, to bask in my sleep, tinted with my dreams of times I long to live again.
Enough of my rambling, Enjoy the crappy poetry, or call as you will. I'm off to bed to, perhaps, dream as I've written.
Posted at 7/12/2004 2:06:30 am by parttimeutopia
Saturday, June 19, 2004
14.10$ for a revalation
.:Music|Hell is around the corner - Tricky and Portishead|:.
I was on the go train today, on my way to Oshawa -today was my first Brien family reunion-. Before Rouge Hill *a random stop before Pickering*, i looked up from my CD player and glanced out the window... and there was the lake. A grey-blue , like the sea after a storm. A colour you could lose yourself in. Right at that moment I wanted to jump out of the train and in to the water. Just swim, I wouldn't care care about what would happen. I wanted to get lost in beauty, that beauty. It was then that I realized that beauty is everywhere. Sure i knew that it was before, I guess i never really saw it before. You can't reach for it, you have to absorb it. Anything is beautiful. The bew condo development downtown, the rusted train tracks in the middle of over grown vegitation, the industrial factory complete with big neon lettering reading "Redpath Sugar" or the old lady sitting on the bench waiting for the bus to come. It's there, you just have to see it. Our idea of beauty today is so fixed. Paradise is always the tropuc scene, palm trees, sand and a sun setting over the ocean. What about freschly fallen know on a winter evening, a forest in the middle of nowhere or somewhere in a city. What if heaven was like that? Heaven is your paradise and hell is your hell. Not just the pearly gates and white clouds contrasting the eternal fires torturing you forever. So people would have what makes them happy, or what makes them sad. But for that matter... how would you get your heaven? Are two million out of six billion going to be saved because they're the ones that believe Jesus is, was and will always be the only messiah? If "God" loves all of us and wants to save everyone possible, wouldn't he send more than one messiah if he knew one wasn't going to do the trick? The woudn't all Gods be the same God? Kali an evil side, Buddah a good side and others a mix of the two? What if there is no heaven... what if this is all we get? or this is it, this is heaven and we have to make the best of it? We would make our own lives a heaven or hell. Or a pergatory. So if all this is true, then why are we so afraid of everything? Why do we try to analyze everything and place into a a neat little labeled box? But hey, what do i know? I'm just a kid with a big imagination trying to make my way through this crazy world.
Posted at 6/19/2004 7:40:28 pm by parttimeutopia
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