Timeline

summer comes to multiply, to mulitply.
and i...
i'm the carnival of peace.
i'll probably start a fleet, with no apologies.

Brass Knuckles

Everyone's (mine) favourite pint size duo has done it again. Well, actually, Robert Lee Morris has done it again…for them. Regardless, I’m hooked on the latest Elizabeth and James jewellery and I’m attempting to find a way to justify a purchase. Or two?

That charm bracelet will be on my wrist come summer end...

And beyond excited over this...

Back When

It’s like summer begun yesterday and we had all just finished grade ten. The math exam was over and we ran home to plan our next two months of freedom. No one had jobs except the older boys, who we probably shouldn’t have been hanging out with anyway. Family vacations were almost passé and the most commitments any of us had were each other.

Then four years whiz past without reflection and you’re no longer teenagers. You are half way through your undergraduate degree and you’re living three provinces away from home with your boyfriend.

Way to grow up.

The Good Times Are Killing Me

More appropriately, the lack of being able to enjoy these good times MAY in fact kill me. Modest Mouse makes an appearance at Deer Lake Park at the end of May and it is very vital that I attend. Regardless of company, you will find me there. However, anyone wishing to enjoy the concert with me is more then welcome to join. They are coming with REM...an added incentive for any fans of Man on the Moon and Losing My Religion.


If you have yet to enjoy a concert at Deer Lake Park I really recommend you try too this summer. If you’re not down for seeing Modest Mouse, Cyndi Lauper and the B52's are coming in July, and Calgary's finest --Feist will be there in August.

Home Time

Last essay, last feature, last project, last presentation...done. An exam to go and my second year of university has come to an abrupt end. Where does the time go? Cliché --maybe, but looking back on this year I feel as if yesterday could be September. As quickly as the year went by I can’t help but feel this summer is long over due...

Regardless, packing is not fun. I sort of feel stupid at the amount of clothes I think is necessary to pack for my four month return to the West. However, vacuum bags and strategically rolled sweaters fill my suitcases and if all goes according to plan, I arrive in Vancouver around 8 this Wednesday night.

Summer 2008 is already highly anticipated. Days spent sipping bucks, driving top down while blasting tunes and lying on the mossy hill. Along with nights spent cheering at the Main, eating ice-cream while chatting at Rocky Point and endless 20th parties are expected. Hopefully working like crazy somewhere in-between the fun too –it’s all too exciting.

So, good-bye white washed apartment. Good-bye all night pre-drinks and the ladies that make them entertaining. And good-bye busy city…see you this fall, sun tanned, fresh and ready for round three.