a brush with fame

The girls!

The boys!

Robin Williams! (second from left)

Yep. Twas a good film festival.

return to scene of the crime

Your hand, the dark percussion
of steel strings and creaky old wood
pencil can be erased.

These chords sing—
of hope, possibility, taking me up
on wings of diamond glass, brittle.

These thunderclouds have silver linings
if our bodies survive the ice and electricity
cleansed by the storm.

Silky voice, don’t stop
I’m too high to come down
Vancouver pavement still too hard.

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.

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