Busy bees buzz blaringly

Wow, what a week it's been!

Maybe I could try a bulleted list.
What do you think, Lyra, my dearest muse? I'm just kind of exhausted here.
Go for it, obviously.

• I went to office hours for the third time ever in my post-secondary educational career. The two other profs that I've seen thus far (one last year, one the year before that), I've seen during times when I haven't felt too great. But in all three cases, I came out feeling more confident in my academic skills and intelligence.
• Joined the UofT badminton club! I'm officially a member again. Last I went there was... oh, two years ago. I'm definitely looking to improve my game this time around, especially since there are some really good players.
• Made... two new friends, and two new potential badminton partners! Let's see... the first one of four studies comp sci, the second one is a philosophy undergrad, the third studies physics, and the fourth is a philosophy grad student! And, it just so happens that I'm pursuing a minor in philosophy!
• Went to the Queer Orientiation meet n' greet! I wasn't feeling too well, so I didn't actually socialize or anything... but I did do some journaling and listen to music. And I came out feeling much better.
• Did some sprints, biking, yoga, and wore my five-toe shoes numerous times! Walking on grass was heavenly.
• Went to go see a movie! Here, I'll add a picture for once:

  

  It's a comedy, and it was really, really good! Highly recommended. Femme lead role(s).

  
  

I'm planning some great things in the coming weeks. And they will happen. As things already have. :)

Keep your dreams alive,
Lyra & Gabe

Whispers of the forsaken

I hear their whispers more than once a fortnight;
whispers of fright
whispers of angels delight

sorry... sorry... sorry... .. .
for what, I want to ask
for whom, I want to say
for what reason did you need to go away?

it's all hearsay
it's all they ever say
and it's all they ever made

echoes of the mire
threaten to overtake me
and painful jealousies
never fail to consume me

Oh, hey
it's you again
the demon from my dream
the nightmare from the beam
the ceaseless memories from my dream

Kal & Lyra 2015

A boulevard called horseshoe

So I biked today. It's not an uncommon thing to do in Toronto; but it is pretty uncommon for me to bike just for the sake of biking. Most of the time, I use my road bike to commute to and from school; sometimes to go to yoga studios, and other times to go to community centres to play badminton.

When you're biking and you don't have a set destination, the city opens up to you. You get to an intersection, and you have choices to make: "Do I turn right? Left? Keep going forward? Maybe I should do a U-Turn and find a street with fewer potholes". And the good thing about having to make these choices is that it makes the brain work; you're also not wasting gas whilst going for a joy ride.

So after my meeting at Accessibility Services (bless them!) @ UofT, I took it upon myself to head towards High Park to infuse myself with some nature. No, not literally. I mean, if I could shoot up some oak trees or some heron eggs, I probably... wouldn't. No, my intention was to bike in the sun all the way to High Park and de-stress after being caught up in the cycle of concrete that is the city Corporation of Toronto.

Instead of ending up in High Park, I took a twist at Dunda W. and biked along the West Toronto Railpath (which has been altered by the construction of a GO train service. Not a bad idea!). I got cut off at Ossington/Davenport by an impatient driver who thought it wise to dash behind the car in front of them, carelessly driving through the bike line to make a right. Totally illegal. Normally, I'm used to this, but it's about damn time I publicprivately say something about this. There have been far too many bikers injured by car drivers who think that their little shell of metal armour entitles them to break road laws.

I admit. I often dash past stop signs and I'm technically breaking the law as well. But I check who's behind me, who's coming in, and whether there are any children/idiot squirrels around. This makes me a good bicyclist.

The Tower of Angels (or yet another round of painful free writing)

-Why do I always write the best titles?
-Why do I always lose track of what I write?

The blue sunset exists. I've seen it. Not with my eyes, mind you; it's somewhere else out there. Lyra's world, I guess.

The more I look at my screen, the less creative I become. What's up with that? There's nothing free about this here. What part of my brain am I using?

I am really worried about the font I'm writing in now. It's too straight edge; not creative enough. And it doesn't matter anyway. Comma callus splice errors up the wazoo; IDGAF (that means I don't give a fuck, for you non-geeks).

I still want to meet Hayley Williams sometime. I mean, I guess I could purchase a VIP package, or go on a cruise with her or something (Parahoy, it's called).

But lately I've discovered a new band; no links, no pictures in this post.

I have so many pictures to post. I'm talking hundreds of thousands of... kilobytes worth of data pixels that captured a singular moment in time. This moment in time is merely a tense all muddled up in the future, past, and the present makes no sense at all.

The future makes so much sense. The past is just fact.

Angels. OH MY GOD I STAYED ON TOPIC!

My favourite angel these days is... oh my goddess I'm going to spell their name improperly. I could cheat and look up their name in a book that I have that's mauve and still in great shape and that I wish to study more (not by myself, mind you), here, have, some, commas, to breathe because I've been making you read for far too long now without really getting at anything particularly interesting.

MY favourite angel, these days... I... I can't pick anymore. I love them all too much. Love, love, love, why? That word is completely different than "amore", or, culturally... "amour".

Try it out. Try pronouncing "amour" (it's going to be difficult unless you can speak a romance language pretty well). Now try pronouncing the word "love". TOTALLY DIFFERENT WORDS! ... well, phonetically anyway.

Okay, I'll give it a try, Tzadfkiel. I think. No, I'm going to google you and see what the 2nd page has to say about you! IS that okay?