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Attention All Passengers [Wed, Jan 1, 2020 @ 12:54AM]
Some public, most friends only because I like to pretend I am a secretive person.

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Procrastination Party [Sun, Jan 31, 2010 @ 10:53PM]
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[Mon, Mar 31, 2008 @ 10:24AM]
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R.I.P Dude 2000-2008
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[Tue, Sep 11, 2007 @ 12:47AM]
Probably unnecessary since I have been posting much less than I used to, but I am getting a little bit sick of the internet scene. I think I just need a break/more real life stuff to happen.


I will keep on checkin' LJ every once in awhile, I just might be on hiatus for a bit.





Peace
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[Thu, Apr 12, 2007 @ 7:46PM]
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RIP Mister Vonnegut


Bah dang.






I don't really have any other news. I finished reading Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita", which is written beautifully. I've got exams starting Monday, and two papers to hand in tomorrow. Also, The Arcade Fire's "Neon Bible" album = brilliant. Neil gave it to me last weekend and I can not stop listening to it.
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[Fri, Feb 2, 2007 @ 12:43AM]

Still nothing had been forgiven
Clay turns in to rock and rock just sits
So sitting on a crowded beach
I'd pretend I was a leech
And I'd stick to things here and there
For a little bit
And back when I was thirty-one
I knew I'd become what I'd become
Nothing left to reveal and nowhere else to turn
So shocked and withered, dumb and bitter
And in need of a babysitter
I'd gladly let my hand fall off and burn, burn, burn

-Back When I was 4 excerpt
Jeffrey Lewis
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I Foil My Own Plots [Wed, Jan 31, 2007 @ 9:38PM]
Fuck.

Despite all of my anti-romance, love, relationship proclamations I am much more of a romantic than I like to admit.

I'm half watching American Idol while working on an assignment for my Blake class, and a man named Sherman Pore, in his sixties, petitioned to audition. His wife of twenty years was diagnosed recently with cancer and she dedicated herself to the petition so it was a way for him to help her distract herself from her illness.

She died two days before his audition, but he went and sang the song "You Belong to Me" in front of the judges. It was incredibly sad and sweet.

I just fucking cried like a baby.

See the pyramids around the Nile
Watch the sun rise
From the tropic isle
Just remember darling
All the while
You belong to me
See the market place
In old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember
When a dream appears
You belong to me
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I think it's the birds that get me [Sun, Jan 14, 2007 @ 3:19PM]
His blood on my arm is warm as a bird
his heart in my hand is heavy as lead
his eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love
O send out the raven ahead of the dove

His life in my mouth is less than a man
his death on my breast is harder than stone
his eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love
O send out the raven ahead of the dove

O send out the raven ahead of the dove
O sing from your chains where you're chained in a cave
your eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love
your blood in my ballad collapses the grave

O sing from your chains where you're chained in a cave
your eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love
your heart in my hand is heavy as lead
your blood on my arm is warm as a bird

O break from your branches a green branch of love
after the raven has died for the dove


- Leonard Cohen
"Prayer for Messiah"










(Wow - Usually I hate this style o' poetry, but I really dig this one. I think this is the first book of poetry I have actually paid for [Leonard Cohen's Stranger Music] and I'm pretty impressed. Then again, I'm not hard to impress...

Also, I'm really in to The Editors right now - download the song Bullets because I say so)
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[Wed, Nov 29, 2006 @ 4:11PM]
I find it absolutely bizarre that I am sitting on my balcony working on a canvas wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt for two reasons:

1) Holy shit, it's been a long time since I've picked up my paint brushes

2) Um, hi, Canada? This is Sarah. Where the fuck is winter? Because I'm wearing a t-shirt outside on November 29 and I am still hot. People are wearing flip flops and shorts to classes. Boys are playing football in the streets with no shirts on. Families are eating bbq'd food for dinner. It would all be so pleasant if it wasn't a fierce reminder that our planet's melting. So, any time you want to get back to me with some appropriate snowfall, I'd really appreciate it.

Edit: I requested snow, not a gentle summer rain.
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[Wed, Oct 11, 2006 @ 11:34AM]
Grizzly Bear + TV on the Radio = a great show.

I love TV. The only song they didn't sing that I wanted them to was Ambulance, but I'll get over it.

Aaron and I are going to make a band when we learn how to play instruments. What the hell else are we going to do when we graduate as creative writing majors? We don't have a solid career future any way, haha.
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[Sun, Sep 10, 2006 @ 10:31PM]
Fingers and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
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[Sat, Aug 19, 2006 @ 9:38AM]
How is it that I don't get sick in the winter...but I've been ill twice this summer?

Rachael got mad drunk last night and lost her wallet, which contained my health card. Luckily someone found it and called this morning. Relief!

I left work early yesterday. Cancelled all plans, declined all invites and basically slept myself in to mediocre health. Christine and Neil ended up coming over around 10 or 11pm because Neil had a book of mine, and then they cut some stencils at my place and left.

Now they're going to get sick too...buahaha.


Where now is Karnak, that great fane?
With granite built a miracle
And Luxor smooth without a stain
Whose graven scriptures still we spell

The owl and the jackal may tell
Dark snakes among the ruins climb
Like an echo in a shell
Where are the cities of old time?
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[Wed, Aug 16, 2006 @ 7:07PM]
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery star
Honey kisses, clouds of fog
Sugars shrugging off
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words
Picking apples for kings & queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery star
Honey kisses, clouds of fog
Picking apples for kings & queens of things I've never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can


- Radio Cure, Wilco
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[Tue, Aug 1, 2006 @ 10:51AM]
30 more days of work.

Everything in my life has been so surreal lately. Not even surreal good. I just feel like I've been kind of haphazardly passing through and by everything without taking notice or being heavily affected. I mean, I react at the time of certain events and then afterward it's kind of dreamlike. It's like everything that goes on doesn't involve me, I'm just there. It's not such a bad thing...but it's making my life feel really fake and I keep waiting for something to happen [wake up] when nothing will.

Weird.

Read me your scripture and
read me your scripture
read me your scripture and I will
twist it

Show me your wrist and I
show me your wrist and
show me your wrist and I'll
kiss it
kiss it
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Mmmmmorning [Mon, Jul 10, 2006 @ 9:49AM]
A Scanner Darkly = fanfuckingtastic.
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3 [Thu, Mar 23, 2006 @ 7:00PM]
So we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
and she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
Every drinker, every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
and the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
All the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found and it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time

We're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, 'Where's the beef?'
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but closing time

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me -
you were in it for your beauty too
I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like G-d to me
declaring that your body's really you
I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I miss you since our place got wrecked
I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's closing time

And I miss you since the place got wrecked
by the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's closing time

We're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
and my very close companion
gets me fumbling, get me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights -
we're busted in the blinding lights
of closing time

-Leonard Cohen
"Closing Time"
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[Fri, Jan 27, 2006 @ 9:53PM]
Saw Brokeback Mountain with Lauren. Liked it.




I feel sick.

"fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
there are no beautiful suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants
and the end of gifts"
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[Thu, Jan 26, 2006 @ 11:52AM]
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1965-2006


And since I'm on the topic of bad news,

VOLDEMORT LIVES!Collapse )
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[Sat, Jan 14, 2006 @ 12:55PM]
full out in house mode scramble. our choices for a 3 bedroom are disgusting. i have to come up with $600 for today to get the only decent place we have looked at. crazy shit.

[edit] broker than broke, but we got the apartment and i'm pretty excited about that.
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[Sat, Jan 7, 2006 @ 1:34AM]
group drunk at my place yesterday. watched movies. ate. drank drank drank. passed out.

em woke me up today at 12:30 (hayl was sleeping in my room and everyone else left at 9:00ish) and all three of us went and got our eyebrows waxed by some crazy european lady. dropped hayl off cus she had to work at 5, came home and dyed em's hair brown with pink streaks. now she's a hot little 13 year old. prostitot.

chris came and got me and we had timmy ho's and visited hayl at work and then watched tv at chris's and ate crooners and garlic until we felt violently ill. travelled to first markham and watched memoirs of a geisha with keitho and ashley. chris and hayl came over for all of twenty minutes and then headed home.

now i think i should probably sleep but i'll most likely stay awake and do something stupid and get mad at myself tomorrow.
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