Beautiful is a song by Scatterheart, yes, and I've actually met, talked, and even taken a few different yoga classes with the lead singer. He told me he might put on his wings again for my birthday; but this was so long ago that I would not hold them to it.
22/01/19
19/01/19
Majestic and poisonous
I started my day by picking a card; treading is what was given to me, so tread I tried to do.
Was I cautious? I certainly feel like I was, since I decided to bike home by renting a BikeShare bike and pedaled, pedaled I did on mostly watery roads illuminated by the harsh glow of endless cars. It was a fun ride home, in different words.
The highlight of my week is attending all my classes - I'm finally doing science again. I'm picking up almost where I left off, oh, say, almost 12 years ago now, which would have been the last time I was in IB and taking science. And indeed, this was a time when I was blogging furiously and emotionally, and I'm getting back into that.
I don't want to be sucked into a scientific hell where I see the world through the lens of pure numbers and molecules, so I decided to check out A Farewell to Arms from the St. Michael's Library. I've read it in French before, and I thought it was a terrific story. You really get to feel the emotions of the characters that Hemingway writes about, and the imagery almost rivals Tolkien's. I can't wait to read it in its original form!
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I still feel lonely, even more so on campus. I don't look anyone in the eye anymore. I think it's too painful. My iron heart keeps beating, and my carbonated lungs process the toxicating smog that I regrettably inhale each day. For how much longer will the poison spread?
Was I cautious? I certainly feel like I was, since I decided to bike home by renting a BikeShare bike and pedaled, pedaled I did on mostly watery roads illuminated by the harsh glow of endless cars. It was a fun ride home, in different words.
The highlight of my week is attending all my classes - I'm finally doing science again. I'm picking up almost where I left off, oh, say, almost 12 years ago now, which would have been the last time I was in IB and taking science. And indeed, this was a time when I was blogging furiously and emotionally, and I'm getting back into that.
I don't want to be sucked into a scientific hell where I see the world through the lens of pure numbers and molecules, so I decided to check out A Farewell to Arms from the St. Michael's Library. I've read it in French before, and I thought it was a terrific story. You really get to feel the emotions of the characters that Hemingway writes about, and the imagery almost rivals Tolkien's. I can't wait to read it in its original form!
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I still feel lonely, even more so on campus. I don't look anyone in the eye anymore. I think it's too painful. My iron heart keeps beating, and my carbonated lungs process the toxicating smog that I regrettably inhale each day. For how much longer will the poison spread?
16/01/19
Mad Libs @ Stella's
There; without a plot, a human being is like a tiger lost in High Park. Predictably, taking a hike is something that doth not happen often - that is, unless you're into twisted paths that creep into dark voids.
Arguing for the sake of arguing is called rhetoric.
Canadiana is sold everywhere in this god-forsaken city. I would not be surprised if Vancouver had it worse, considering the considerable amount of trade routes.
Sunny days ahead, especially after February 5th.
Arguing for the sake of arguing is called rhetoric.
Canadiana is sold everywhere in this god-forsaken city. I would not be surprised if Vancouver had it worse, considering the considerable amount of trade routes.
Sunny days ahead, especially after February 5th.
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