hi

My mom is looking for a house to move into. I want to help her and project my design aesthetic of bright airy rooms with large windows, winding corridors and various nooks and crannies to hide out in into her choices, but chances are I am not going to be living with her.

She has even downsized her options from 4 bedrooms (one for each of us and her) to 3 bedrooms for just her and my brothers.

I really want to move so I have a solid concrete reason to get rid of all the shit that I have. Almost everything I own is unnecessary, but I'm a bit of a pack rat.

(I guess you can sort of see this conflict in personality - the desire for bright, clean, airy rooms and my tendency to hoard junk - in the pictures I posted..)

Also the thought of having a brand new house empty of stuff to start over with is soooo appealing to me. The house we're in now is a complete disaster, and I want to say that when my brothers move out, my dad and I will go and clean shit out, but it probably won't happen.

So that's is what's happening right now.

A little bit of a life update; I had my first shift at H&M today (well, not really a shift, but orientation). It's weird working in a big store again. Folding doesn't require a board, and sizing things is considered a waste of time. I could get used to this.

I was escorted out of Madison Pub by security on Friday night where I spent the whole night sitting on the front steps and throwing up, so this is a warning to all you who like to have parties and go out drinking on the town for your birthdays. I cannot go to the Madison again. Sorry.

Aaand I just spent 52.00 on a ticket to go see Fleet Foxes at Massey Hall on my own. I am sitting in row A seat #2 on the left side, so I probably won't be able to see shit. But hey, at least I'll be able to hear? (I'm right by a speaker, so I'll need ear plugs I guess.)

Que coisa de mierda.

I need to start scrapbooking my 6 month ordeal in foreign language territory.

But, I have yet to take out the bulging ziploc bag full of receipts, ticket stubs, beer bottle labels/caps, polaroids, feathers and newspaper clippings from my backpack that has been chilling in the same corner of my room as it has for the last month, where I dumped it when I first got home all those weeks ago.



On a related note, Ayman had kept pretty much every bottle cap from every bottle of beer we had ever opened the entire time we were in Manoel Viana, and when he took out this HUGE plastic bag FULL of caps for distribution when we were at Camp Boscoe, we all got hit with a face full of a... yeasty... smell when the bag was opened. I hope this does not happen to me.



ANYWAYS.

Here is the line up for Coachella - a music festival I will probably just have to resign myself to dreaming about going to ... unless someone amazing comes along and offers me a road trip and wristbands....

Seriously? Each day guarantees a dance party and a good time. If you're too lazy to read I WILL SUM IT UP FOR YOU.

Day 1: Girl Talk, Crystal Castles, the Presets, Los Campesinos!, Steve Aoki (and Leonard Cohen and Morrissey, not the dance party type, but legends in their own right.. and Paul McCartney, I guess)

Day 2: FLEET FOXES, Hercules and Love Affair, Surkin, Glass Candy, Billy Talent (just kidding)

Day 3: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Lupe Fiasco, Peter Bjorn and John, PUBLIC ENEMY, ahhh Paolo Nutini (sorry), the Kills, Sebastien Tellier, Late of the Pier, Junior Boys

bob dylan

i cannot tell you ow nice it was to be outside of valleyfield.
last night my host parents were amazing enough to drive me and my work homologue to monteal to see bob dylan.
honestly, the show was alright. but it was inside, i was sitting, it was warm, and even though it was $7 for a beer, there was beer. (and no line ups!)there were times when i was so absolutely blown away by the fact that bob dylan was standing there, singing. hes almost 80 years old. it mustn't be easy... but his voice was still the same.
there was beaucoup de monde there, and it felt really weird to be with so many people.
stylish people. people you dont find in small towns in brazil, and in valleyfield.
i wanted to be friends with everyone. but unfortunately it was a really big, middleaged anglophone who sat next to me at the concert. nicole was right when she asked why it couldnt have been a goodlooking guy. but whatever.
i miss the city so much. walking around in the freezing cold last night in montreal was honestly a feeling i cant describe.
if york continues to strike till january, i mght just stay in montreal.