Blue and green.

A soul was dropped on my path today, on the corner of Davie and Granville. He told me that my auras are blue and green. Blue means calm, and it was fighting, trying to overcome the green aura. Green means emotions. My life is like an hourglass that has been suddenly flipped over. The green sand, my emotions that I am fighting, are being covered in calm blue sand. I don't want the sand on this half of the timer to run out. So I shall make my egg timer bigger, and add more sand.

Once upon a time.

I met someone. He writes and stuff. Scripts. Lots of things. And he took my very real, very blunt life, and spun it into a story. My life became a dream again, the way it used to be. I don't think I mind, I've always been kind of a dreamer anyways.

Every end is a beginning.

Night.

I'm going to embrace this darkness within me. I'm going to float upon it, paint with it, make creations with it, I'm going to ball it up and throw it everywhere. I'm going to eat it. Play with it. Who am I to deny what I am?

Red, Read, Red.

Am I heartless or is my heart too big? Is there a soul behind these eyes, and will I ever know the answer? Lost I am, and lost I'll be. Better lost than found, what's life if there is nothing left to search. My mind and my heart are two million miles apart.

Painting.

Sometimes my best hope of finding true happiness is to keep pretending that I'm happy.

This way I can keep happy people in my life, and keep smiling.

There's no point in letting the seams of the quilt I've worked so hard to make, tear apart.

Confessions of a blank mind.

I was graced with the luck of having so many amazing experiences in my life, that I am now left with only high expectations of every waking moment, and I no longer see the beauty of everything around me. Simple things used to spark my mind. A blue sky, the clouds, a leaf, a bug against the bark of a tree. Now I walk under the sky as if it is a blank canvas, and I don't know what to do with it, nor do I notice it. I don't know what to write anymore. I don't know how I feel anymore. I feel like a walking, expressionless blank sheet, bleached, conforming to the shape of everything I land on.

I don't know where and when I lost touch with myself. But now I'm flailing my arms blindly, deafly, trying to find my own self again.

Oops.

I wrote a blog entry. It was genius. And then I closed the box. And just like that, all my thoughts were gone. Those thoughts were not to share I guess.

Boo-Boos.

Sometimes there's nobody to grab your hand when you trip. That's when you gotta learn to get up by yourself, brush yourself off, and keep walking. Someone down the road will help you bandage the cuts later.

Prisms.

I embrace all 58 sides of me. Inside and out.

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I am in my new home. I feel like I lost myself in a puzzle and I have to piece everything together again, one piece at a time.

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You're the only one who can fix them.

There's only so much the universe can do to help.

Stroll.

One hill amongst many is just another hill. I'm going to climb the next one like I did the last one.

Something.

We may be, but a speck of dust in the universe. Maybe even less than that. But our souls have no limit.

Keeping.

So I am making my premiere attempt at reviewing an album. I am in my bedroom, strobe light raging, 6 hoots deep, and it is 2:42 AM. Pits in the Sanblaster is playing its first song and it's delivering a proper vibe of which I was looking for tonight. Late night, chill, hiphop rhythm with soothing mysterious vocal. It's different, but I'm loving every second that passes. This is the CD that you want to sit and zone out to, or do some serious thinking to. It is the perfect background music to staring at a wall, and being completely intrigued by it. By this I mean, it makes simple seem magnificent. It's very hypnotic.

The second song finishes with the perfect amount of guitar that makes the nerves unravel.

The third, is eery and makes me want to sleep, and have weird dreams. The kind that leave you restless the next day.

The fourth, starts with guitar and sounds interesting until they start singing, and then the combination sounds generic. At first it's minimally if not very intriguing or interesting to me, but it picks up slightly enough to spark interest - but then quickly gets boring again.

The fifth song makes me wants to sleep even though at this point I am completely wired awake. So boring that I am going to skip to the next song. Although I like the random strange sounds that spurt in irregular places.

The sixth starts off sounding like I am listening to myself walk, or maybe even stand in the snow. And then listen to myself pick at bagged chips, or unwrap a granola bar, while they maintain the eery singing. The combination of eery singing and crinkling bags creeps me out a little.

The seventh is a sudden pick up. It starts off sounding like 80's meets indie. And then the weird singing starts again. At first I enjoyed their voices but the more I listen to them the more I get creeped out. But I enjoy the subtle disco beat that kicks in later on in the background. It's unnaturally catchy. Right when you are about to click onto the next song it grabs you by a string and keeps you wanting to hear the rest. Oh I know why I enjoy this so much more, they guys aren't singing at the moment. Just straight catchy beat. Whenever they stop singing it magnetizes me.

The eighth song proves their voices not to be 100% irritating and slightly more enjoyable. But still, I am not fully satisfied. I'm mainly enjoying the instrumental aspect of the song. The guitar catches you off guard and comes at amazing moments. It's near magical even, when it does.

The ninth song is slow but something about it catches my attention. I am enjoying the lyrics. This would be a song I'd go back to if the right emotion overcame me. Definately. I can't tell if my facebook is "POPPING" from a message or if it is part of the song...

The tenth song started off good. I love it. This is the song of this album and they saved best for last. It has a Canadian roadtrip in the summer vibe. In fact, I think this song is amazing.

Overall Review: After listening to the album a few times I concluded that it is mediocre. BUT, the last song is an absolute gem, and I cannot stop listening to it.

Most recommended song: Chamomile

Smack.

I spend my time and energy on nice and positive people who deserve it.

If I'm nice to you and you act like you think I'm bowing down, then return the favour by acting like you have a stick up your ass. Think twice. I don't waste time on useless people.

Erased.

Some memories are better off erased, and left to wander through time.

Farewell, home.

Bye Saskatoon, I love you.

Things I need in no particular order.

Just making a list of stuff so I won't forget and so I can get started on crossing them off.

Studio lights.
Wacom pen and tablet.
7D...obviously.
Fisheye.
Flashes.
Photo Enlarger.
A GOOD tripod.


Uh. Good enough list for now.

I played.

This wasn't supposed to make any sense. I was bored.

In hiding.