I just can't do any more Italian tonight. It is making my head explode and not in the way that I enjoy.
So, questions. Seems to be all the rage these days.
1. What's your absolute favourite song right now? You know, that one that just gets you every time you listen to it?
2. If you could have me arrive on your doorstep with a basket of anything, what would it be?
3. Where do you picture yourself in ten years? And no, you don't get a spaceship. Sorry.
4. What parts of your body make you cringe- or at the very least, uncomfortable- when touched by somebody else?
5. What do you consider to be your greatest talent? I have no interest in modesty here. Give'er.
There's a steady haze of cloud and rain over what I presume to be Port Angeles. My window faces south and I can see American soil from where I'm sitting, though I'm not exactly sure where it is I can see to. I like the way the sound of the traffic nine floors beneath me resembles ocean waves. I don't know how I'd exist without the sea near me. I rely so heavily on water when figuring out directions, and my navigational skills are lost without salt water. I'm the only compass that functions better when wet, I guess.
(Don't be a perv. That's not how I meant it.)
Abandoned studying in favour of a walk on the beach with ze crushboy a few nights ago. Watched slow storms roll over the coast, far away from our sunshine, and threw pebbles into the water. Being around him gives me energy. Nobody whom I feel so lighthearted around can be poisonous, right?
I'm supposed to be heading out to Mod Night tonight, but I'm just not up for it. Last night was the Against Me! and Murder by Death show. It was great. Ran into a friend from Comox who came to visit me two weekends ago, and he hugged me, as surprised to see me as I was to see him.
It's only the people that I miss from that place, now. I could see myself growing old and dying in Comox. It's a beautiful place to grow up as a child, and an equally lovely place to die. It's not where I want to be right now, and I'm glad that I'm actually doing something I said I would do- that is, to not return for another summer- and that I'm staying in Victoria instead.
It's good for me.
My writing feels awkward tonight, so I'll stop here. Hope you're all well.
So, questions. Seems to be all the rage these days.
1. What's your absolute favourite song right now? You know, that one that just gets you every time you listen to it?
2. If you could have me arrive on your doorstep with a basket of anything, what would it be?
3. Where do you picture yourself in ten years? And no, you don't get a spaceship. Sorry.
4. What parts of your body make you cringe- or at the very least, uncomfortable- when touched by somebody else?
5. What do you consider to be your greatest talent? I have no interest in modesty here. Give'er.
There's a steady haze of cloud and rain over what I presume to be Port Angeles. My window faces south and I can see American soil from where I'm sitting, though I'm not exactly sure where it is I can see to. I like the way the sound of the traffic nine floors beneath me resembles ocean waves. I don't know how I'd exist without the sea near me. I rely so heavily on water when figuring out directions, and my navigational skills are lost without salt water. I'm the only compass that functions better when wet, I guess.
(Don't be a perv. That's not how I meant it.)
Abandoned studying in favour of a walk on the beach with ze crushboy a few nights ago. Watched slow storms roll over the coast, far away from our sunshine, and threw pebbles into the water. Being around him gives me energy. Nobody whom I feel so lighthearted around can be poisonous, right?
I'm supposed to be heading out to Mod Night tonight, but I'm just not up for it. Last night was the Against Me! and Murder by Death show. It was great. Ran into a friend from Comox who came to visit me two weekends ago, and he hugged me, as surprised to see me as I was to see him.
It's only the people that I miss from that place, now. I could see myself growing old and dying in Comox. It's a beautiful place to grow up as a child, and an equally lovely place to die. It's not where I want to be right now, and I'm glad that I'm actually doing something I said I would do- that is, to not return for another summer- and that I'm staying in Victoria instead.
It's good for me.
My writing feels awkward tonight, so I'll stop here. Hope you're all well.
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2. Money, for me. But I would share with you.
3. That lottery thing had better come through by then. So I guess not very much.
4. Nasal passages.
5. I can walk really far on my hands.