Month: September 2011

• bright lights, city nights.

  

  above: me and a few of my friends sitting outside gardner at about 4:30 am after a really good concert and an amazing, neon-lit night.

  we went to see zeds dead on friday and everything went right.

  wait, scratch that, there were some technical difficulties and it took forever for zeds dead to actually come on, but it FELT like everything went right, and really, isn’t that the only thing that matters?

  i was with good company and the venue was nice and the lights were flashing and the music was blasting and everything was active and sweaty and beautiful – the noise in my ears and the pulse of it all, the rhythm flowing through my veins and out my limbs and the nonstop heart-quickening movement.

  we were even on stage at one point, and i looked out and saw the crowd – all of those people lost in the music – and i smiled at the energy and carelessness of the masses.

  this was the best night i’ve had in this city by far, and i’m so happy i made it out and didn’t die like i did the saturday before that.

  by the time we exited the building, we were covered in sweat (our own and other people’s) and we were all just happy to be breathing in and feeling the cold air of a good night.

  we walked home, got changed out of our sexy clothes and into frumpy sweaters, and then headed up to gardner to do some illegal things and relax.

  and after we were done being little criminals, we went back home and watched the sunrise.

  now i’m sitting in my bed, sick as can be, with a garbage bin next to my bed for snot-filled tissues.

  i missed my classes yesterday because i was too ill, but i’m going to be a good and dedicated student and head to social psychology soon.

  things are starting to pick up around here.

  i gave my presidential candidate speech yesterday – in a big and booming voice – and it was received with a hearty round of applause and cheering – i took this as a good sign.

  i might even have a hand to hold in a little while – a pair of eyes to look into with useless words thrown away, and a bare body to keep me warm in the winter.

  who knows, really.

  only time will tell.

  September 21, 2011

  musing, rahnt, rant

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  so apparently this is a really good photo of me.

  i used it for my residential president campaign.

  i want to win.

  September 20, 2011

  me, photo, pickcha, picture

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• to new beginnings.

  

  above: a few of my new friends and i preparing to go out.

  i’ve been in montreal for a week and a few days and i’ve only just now found the time to write anything about it.

  everything has been this drunken, hazy mishmash of new things, new places, new people – new street names to remember, new pubs to crawl, new clothes to wear – new posters on my wall, new numbers in my phone, new classes to attend – everything is just this bright and shining kind of new and it makes me excited.

  i’m starting to get used to living life independently and i’m slowly adjusting to this new and liberating freedom – even if i can’t do my laundry quite on my own or cook for myself yet (i made microwavable clam chowder the other night and it was absolutely disgusting).

  however, i do have to start monitoring how much money i spend. there’s just so much going on in this city and i want to do it all and it’s kind of hard to limit myself.

  classes have been easy so far (sigh of relief here) but that’s only because my course list is a joke:

  – social psychology
  – the bible and western culture
  – natural disasters
  – comparative government and politics

  i only have one class tomorrow and it starts at 3.30 pm but i’m grabbing breakfast with nellie and i have a whole ton of other shit to do so i guess i’m waking up early anyway.

  these past few nights are finally starting to take their toll on me. i can feel my voice fading away and i’m tired when i shouldn’t be. i guess the seemingly nonstop party has finally reached its end – and walking out at 2 am won’t mean facing a bunch of students smoking after having just returned from one club or another.

  frosh itself was kind of a disappointment – the night events never turned out as good as i’d hope they’d be and getting drunk on an open field can only be so fun. every night i went out (essentially every night i’ve been here) i’d encounter what appeared to be a massive dry orgy on the dance floor and i always got sick of it after about half an hour or so.

  but still, i’ve met some pretty cool people and made some new friends and i’m actually looking forward to spending the school year here.

  i can’t wait until everyone starts getting into the swing of things. i can’t wait for this place to really become my home away from home.

  i haven’t really met anyone special yet though – no requited flames of passion here. but i guess there’s time for that.

  i’ve decided to rest up tomorrow in preparation for all star weekend.

  i’m super excited for calvin harris on saturday.

  actually, i’m kind of excited for everything.

  here’s to hoping for something good in the city i’m growing to love.

  September 7, 2011

  musing, rahnt, rant

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