words that rhyme

We are le superstars.

6 months. <3

My building, as seen from our fire escape.


Looking south.



Ben and I on Friday night. We're happy.

Some of the res boys--Tim (and his room), James-who-has-now-cut-his-hair, and Drew. Oh, and Jared's leg.

Drew-Drew Drew drew Drew-Drew Drew.
totally beats
Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

...that's what I said.

Happy families!

I met Kelvin's dad last weekend. We had a really nice day on 4th Ave in Kitsilano, and went for a nice stroll on the beach. Mm, family. In these pictures is Tassillie (Kelvin's aunt, the older woman), Kelvin's dad, Rhonda (the one in the light blue jacket, also Kelvin's aunt), Jen (Rhonda's roommate), Kelvin himself, and moi.

Am I a brand whore?

I'm hypocritical now that I own a pair of LuLu Lemon pants. I admit it. I've always scoffed at the girls who prance by in their LuLu pants, Puma shoes and "gym" bag (which, weirdly enough, has two flimsy business textbooks and an oversized Baby Phat wallet inside instead of gym clothes), and a DKNY sweater. Now I own the pants.

Though if it makes a difference, I do not own and will never own anything Puma, DKNY, or Baby Phat. HAH.

These pants are glorious. I'm glad they come in multiple colours, 'cause otherwise, I would never have been able to make a decision.

Snow!

It snowed. In March. Sigh.

reach inside

7th Floor Secret; mine

High above the mountain
my feet float on
concrete
--a thousand billion tonnes it took to chisel this place--
These words, your words
--echo--
of a transparent world,
where the clouds and the river
mean rain and a bridge
nuisances. This window does not open.
This is our soaring cathedral
of red cedar, cottonwood, douglas' fir
that scrape and claw at the sky
swaying reminders
of that which cannot be tamed;
Only contained, retained, inflamed
with the sores of
too much oxygen.
--A broken taperecorder
why are you so big? covering the whole desk
whose words have you heard, whose genius
where did your plastic parts come from?
how these books did not start here, though
--the lines were printed by a man in his late forties right where I'm sitting--
when robins and flickers and warblers scream
what do you know about this paper that
creates these tomes around you?
Only one clearcut, and that for recreation
clouds, hills, trees, water
all transparent to you
--you can only see the concrete, the steel tubes, painted fake wood--
And you curse! Curse the walls the floor the roof the table the chair the filing cabinet
and you wonder, who what where why when how
can you have become this
--trembling monster, who cries in the dark--
Craving, without knowing,
--without ever having a hope of understanding--
That it is the darkened twilight of the living forest
with the silent fauna and singing flora
That we mourn.

From February

Don't worry, March will be a much cleaner month. :)

Of voting, films, and Winnipeg...

Support your fellow SFU students!

...by voting for Kelvin's movie on www.movieola.ca. All you gotta do is click on the left-hand link saying "Vote Here," and then cast your vote for the Violent Comedy. Whee!