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seeing my childhood dream come true at long last and reuniting my odd threesome for the one and only time this summer vacation.i cried in this movie. too good. THEY DON'T MAKE THEM LIKE THIS ANYMORE.
despicable me with claire. so good. sooo good. hello? steve carell, jason segel? genius?
watching flight of the concords with my best friend. in between shirley temples, tagging, letter slicing, and blueberry lifestyle cookies.oh, and planning for osheaga.
vegan, having to be off of vegan, going back to vegan with vitamins, and aux vivres food.
rooftop talks with paul overlooking the world we live in.
got my rook pierced.
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vegan, having to be off of vegan, going back to vegan with vitamins, and aux vivres food.
rooftop talks with paul overlooking the world we live in.
got my rook pierced.saw this movie with adam. gorgeous. awkward, but gorgeous.
the tunes that amplify summer's magic:
concert stories i never told:
- the free concert for arcade fire was spectacular. though i did not obide by my "no less than 3 row" rule, i let it slide. it was insane. you still felt that radiation of "this is why i love music" from the nosebleeds. (speaking of which, an idiot crowd surfer landed on my head. i let him fall. serves you right for crowdsurfing in longueil.) also, i ran into toby from degrassi! HE CHECKED ME OUT! TOBY CHECKED ME OUT IN HIS WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE TSHIRT. mtb, point.
- cocorosie was rad. super impressive and creative. they inspired to be more whimsical in my everyday life. we also fell upon this guy with an art mask project. pretty very impressive. props, bro. and he had a friend that was tripping out on something by the name of Dangerous. i don't ask questions anymore.
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- wolf parade. now, based on the details from cocorosie, there has been a flow of people coming to concerts high on some form of something illegal (i am not giving you freaks any tips or suggestions), showing up late, moshing and stumbling your way into the first 5 rows, and then causing a general annoyance and ruckus.
jerks and germs that decide to follow this mascarade, warning: do not do so when i am at a concert.
people have their sunday mass to talk to God and remind themselves why they are walking through life and how they will survive.
concerts, especially those that i pay for, are MY sunday mass.
we don't have books, we have holidays (osheaga and other festivals), and only one rule:
thou shall not be a dipshit to other listeners.
and guess what, acidtrippers?
thy art a flippin' listener.
and thou be'st preventing my listenings.
so, come wolf parade, i am bouncing in my respectful bubble. swaying pleasantly but in no ones way. enjoying everything stephen and the pack have to offer with my friend claire. life is good.
and then the tide of waste comes in moshing all over my venue.
hell no.
claire, this 10 pound girl gets tossed to the curb and looks at me with the "let's get out of here" look.
if there is one thing Meaghan Amber Virginie Marie Tardif-Bennett is not capable of,
it's going to sit in the back when i am kissing the stage.
no no no.
i don't speak Failure.
i don't just stand my ground, i am the ground.
and these crackpots are about to kiss me.
like an engine, i turn on pushing all this shits tipping over, scratching themselves and wondering what happened.
grabbing them by shirts, pants, and i'm pretty sure the hair at one point, tossing them away from me like garbage.
one crazy shit gets front row, starts eating crystals, and places cards on stephen's keyboard.
big mistake, bro. no one touches stephen's keyboard unless stephen SAYS to do so.
after a stack taking up room on his instrument, he crumbles this boy's deck, tosses it to billy crystal and says "i don't like you!"
done deal, right? the judge has spoken. life emprisonment for being a waste of everyone's time.
but no. he continues trying to make a house of cards.
idiot.
anyway. the crazy has calmed and i continue to enjoy the concert.
until one of these jellyheads floats over next to me. and out of nowhere, decides to twirl around and get the gang going.
sorry, phucker. not in this life.
i grabb him by the shoulders, this 6 foot something fluff, and launch him to my right to stack the dirty laundry.
he bounces back. wants to go for round 2.
he has the guts to wrap his arm around me, trying to pin me in one place to stop his wrath of annoyance.
mistake number 1: existing.
mistake number 2: coming here.
mistake number 3: touching me.
this buzzcut isn't for show.
you are out, timber.
i dig my nails into this guy's left branch, throw that twigg off, announce a final push,
and he never even enhaled the same air as me after that.
my hands are clean, they play my favourite songs including I'll Believe In Anything.
What I believe in? Music, Love, Empathy, and fucking karma.
I borrowed her hands, green giant. if you have a problem with that, i'm always willing to take you out again.
less than half of this liberty left!
so much more to come!
so much more!
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