The new, the new and improved lucky you

Mmm Cup...

One of my new cups, in my new house, in my new town, my new life.

Tyler, we're going to miss you.

Tyler and Adam

So it seems that everyone is leaving. Which is fine, I'm gone in 3 days, thank goodness. I don't think I can stand it here another minute.  I've never been so excited about change.

It's time.

Hungover On A Tuesday ~ Dredg

So long to the end and stormy weather
It's time for a cleansing
Nice try, but you can't avoid this forever
You know it makes you feel good

Feeding on your soul
You'll search for a cure
You'll want to be sure
You don't lose control
You'll want to be sure
That this is really you

So long since I can't even remember
It's time for renewal
You know that you won't have fun after
You know it makes you feel good

Feeding on your soul
You'll search for a cure
You'll want to be sure
You don't lose control
You'll want to be sure
That this is really you

Fell towards the fire
Shielding myself from sin
Things are looking brighter
This is the way I want to live

So long to the end and stormy weather
It's time for a cleansing
Nice try, but you can't control me forever

Feeding on your soul
You'll search for a cure
You'll want to be sure
You don't lose control
I'll always be sure
You'll want to be sure
So long to the end
You'll always be there
But you are gone to me

Hour after hour, our work is never over.

Kingston in December.

The music is so obvious right now; I love it. I can't walk properly, but I can feel the music? It's everywhere, in the smallest and darkest corners of my body, places that are easily forgotten about. Places that only a lover would pay attention too. The previous statement was not ment to be be filthy one.

This feeling comes and goes. As I said earlier this evening I take out my soul before I go to work and it lays on my bed and waits for me. Everything feels better when I put her back where she belongs. I feel bad about leaving her home alone all day, it's almost in-human. I just can't subject her to a day in my work place, she might die, and that would be worse then leaving her behind.

so cliche, but so nice.

Muse, baby. Muse.

Music is my not so secrect lover.

This summer I got an excellent opertunity to go to an awesome indie music festival called the Back Meadows Music Festival (BMMF). Held out in a meadow in Douro. For those of you who don't know where or what Duoro is, that's not really improtant (I just sorta, live there...).

It was really great. Invitation only event (next year guys, please a map on the back of the invite? We drove around for like fourty minutes trying to find your place) to keep the trouble makers out, very handy, very safe; names where taken with ticket numbers, when we left our car was checked to make sure no one was driving drunk and to see if we could give anyone a life into town and if we were coming back. Very friendly, very nice ^-^

While we were there, I ran into a few people I knew from working downtown for a few years, one person from high school and friends of people that I know.  Acutally the first real act was a young lady named Sarah that lives down the road from me, I used to help coach her horse back riding lessons and let her show my horse for a couple seasons. I didn't actually see her, I was half passed out on a blanket in the meadow next to the stage. But what I heard of her I really enjoyed, I was pleased to see she turned out to be a pretty awesome person (with mass amounts of musical talent).  

The next best thing happend later on in the day, a band called The Burning Hell restored my faith in the local talent. They were pretty awesome, but then agian any band with a cello is automatically 
put on the awesome list in my mind. They were different anc catchy, which is what I
look for when I'm getting into new music. i can't really describe there catch, but 
it made my ears happy and that's all I need really. 

You can check them out only on myspace right now (unfortuatly..). But seriously, do it. http://www.myspace.com/mathiaskom

I another awesome character slowly crept onto the stage. His name Curtis Eller, of New York. If my friend Nick and Borat had a love child, it would be this man (which makes me laugh out loud every time I make this comparison). He was so unique, it made me smile from ear to ear just watching him. He played the elecrtic banjo (how freakin' sweet is that?!), and played what I can only describe as alternative/folk/acousitic? Yeah, that's pretty accurate.

Right now the only place I can find him is also on myspace.com, for realz give him a listen listen.
http://www.myspace.com/curtiseller

I would just like to thank the three mentioned above for making the weekend of July the 21st a lovely one.

New job?

My tanned footsie.

Yeah, I got a new job and look what it's doing to me....

They call me Chevron.  Apparently it's cute, I really don't think so.  See the tanned part, that's what my leg looks like now- but only until just above my knee. Then it goes back to being pasty as anything. It acutally looks like two different legs, I laugh almost every time I look down. 

I'm pretty sure my new bosses hate my guts, which is ok, I'm getting a pretty good time. You should see my back really, it's like a rainbow. It goes from super tanned to burned, to pasty to a darker burn.  I get laughed at a lot..

It's been far too long.

Ginger Kid, sitting under the apple tree

It has been far too long. I'm very sorry, really. I've been very busy; moving plans, two jobs, working at the barn- did I mention moving? Heck yes, I'm getting outta this town, and I'm getting more excited about it with each passing day. ^-^
I'm heading to Ikea in Ottawa tomorrow, check out some prices on some beds and chairs, maybe a rug or something, we'll see how it goes. I ended up with two days off work because it's so damn hot.  I wanted to move some of my mass amounts of junk up to my new home, but no car and I don't want to drive up alone and back. Even if I do need the time to myself.

I accidently took a picutre of my leg. It kinda turned out neat.

Nonsense Ramblings.

It is way to early to be forced to put together coherent sentences. I find on my days off there are always plenty of things to be done, but I somehow always find myself bored, lying in bed doing nothing by three in the afternoon.

In the past six months I think I've lost whom I am well not so much lost, but changed drastically. About a week ago I went and cut off a good five to six inches of my hair. Something that I originally planned not to do. Then again I'm one of those people that needs change every couple months (with my appearance at least, I find that it gets dull and boring).

One of the ways I've been filling my nights is by learning bass. Joshy is teaching me and I got my first callas last week. I was pretty proud of myself. So the Bass Bug bit me pretty bad, now I want one (mom said maybe for my birthday, which would be the sweetest thing ever [I hope it's purple]). Also when I was cleaning my brother’s room last week, I found the acoustic that my mom and dad got him for Christmas last year. He only used it for a semester then put it in the closet. And me, being overly curious in many ways decided to pull it out to see if I could tune it. Well as I put it across my lap and discovered how badly it needed to be tuned I also notice that the headstock is busted. Which makes me sad (it's a really nice acoustic), so when my next paycheck rolls around (which is tomorrow ^_^) I'm taking it to get the headstock fixed and to get new strings. Every once and a while since I found it, I get this urge to take it and to just sit and become familiar with the strings and the tunes and the vibrations- then I remember that it's broken and has no strings. I'm taking at a sign that I really need to get on fixing it.

In eight days my mom, dad, grandma, (favorite) aunt Mary and Nanny are going to Ireland, for twelve days. Which is a really nice (for them T-T ), unfortunately though it means that I will be stuck at home for twelve days taking care of my brothers. Making sure they get out to school, that they get a lunch, bathed/showered, making sure they have dinner. Then making sure the house stays tidy and that I keep up with the dishes, laundry and yard work (I'm a fucking idiot and told mom that if she left money for plants I'd start working on the garden). I also have to some how put in a twenty-hour workweek between nine in the morning and three in the afternoon. Needless to say it's going to be along fucking twelve days and I better be getting nice things brought back for me. I'm trying to convince my mom that she needs to make out her will. And that "just leaving a note" that says I'm power of attorney and that I get everything, isn't really enough. In all seriousness I hope that I setting up her will is completely unnecessary.

I'm trying to make the next eight days as enjoyable as possible, seeing as this is my last weekend of freedom until the sixteenth of June. I'm going to make it a, me weekend. Visit some people I haven't seen in a while, get some stuff done; it really is going to be lovely.

If only we weren't so selfish.

As it stands the world (or at least mine) seems to hate me.  Which really isn't fair, I'm a loving, good natured person.  My goals this new year was to better myself, get in shape, loose weight, not judge people, be nicer, and most of all insure my own happiness.  I'm reading a book called "Perfect from now on, how Indie Rock saved my life", it's greatly amusing. I've only read about twenty pages and I'm really enjoying geeking off to it.  

Today I've run through the rain, listened to four hours of  music and played bass in the dark. Lately I've felt like running, running away and not stoping.  I thought this feeling would be something that I would grow of out.

In better news, two new (annoying) additions to the family. A kitty Misty and our Shitaki puppy Buffy.

Buffy and Misty sleeping together on the couch after a long afternoon of wrestling <3

 

Madson=Mady

So it's Madsons birthday in 9 days and I'm going down for the weekend. I am once again making her one of my bitchin' mixed cd's, but I also want to get her something eles. Something that say "holy fucking bitch you're twenty".
Any suggestions?

Oh Charles Dickens

Peterborough Satruday WhizWord.

Yes, that's right, it says 'cumbucket'.

Nothing elese needs to be said here.

Madson I love you like crazy

krista says:
we are vikings next year, and apparently have a good basketball team
Mady ...no grip no grip no grip!!!!... says:
vikings are good
Mady ...no grip no grip no grip!!!!... says:
go vikings!
krista says:
woot
krista says:
I'll be Leif Erikson!
Mady ...no grip no grip no grip!!!!... says:
i'll be John Wayne!
Mady ...no grip no grip no grip!!!!... says:
haha
krista says:
lol <3

FYI

Your ignorance is not welcome here.

The Good Old Days, And Days Yet To Come.

me and jess at the brew pub.

I have a feeling that in the future I'm going to have many more photos similar to this one. Hooray for moving away.

Home away from home.

Yes, yes that is an old beer bottle filled with mold.

So I don't know who pays attention to my life or who cares. I know sometimes I don't but I'm so excited, I'm going to tell you anyway. I got into the college program that I really wanted, I'm so excited.  So it seems that I am moving to Kingston, lovely town even if it ends up killing me. I still haven't decided what program to take. In other news I got awesome green socks today, they make me smile.

I miss the old days.

Tali and I at her first off property show.

Way back in the day when I had talent (or something like it). Above is Tali, or Taliexpena, imported from Mexico. Cantacerous, crusty, moody (yeah, a huge bitch) and I loved her just the same.  We fit so well together, she would panic and start freaking out, I could always calm her down. I would start to tense up and not breath and she'd be there to remind me to realax. Such a team, I really miss her somedays and wonder where she ended up, I heard a girl that I new when I was twelve had bought her. At least I know she's ok.

Oh yeah, that's right.

Doesone = sex. 

 Subtle is amazing, seriously.
Note: I didn't take this photo, but the guy that did shoved his fat head in front of me at the concert.

spices upon spices!

The first mix cd I've made on my new laptop, for a party that never happend.

I think This playlist is pretty good:
1. Subtle - Mercury Craze
2. And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Intelligence
3. Apocalyptica -  Harmageddon
4. The Arcade Fire - Black Mirror
5. Beirut - Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)
6. The Blood Brothers - Set Fire To The Face On Fire
7. Buck 65 - Devil's Eyes
8. Death From Above 1979 - Black History Month (remix)
9. Gym Class Heros - Take A Look At My Girlfriend
10. Interpol - Obstacle 1
11. The Most Serene Republic - Proposition 61
12. Muse - House Of The Rising Sun
13. Regina Spektor - That Time
14. She Wants Revenge - These Things
15. TV On The Radio - Wolf Like Me
16. Wolf Parade - We Built Another World
17. We Are Scientists - Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt
18. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Gold Lion

Some songs don't go together that well (I will admit that I forgot to mix them around before burning them), I've been forgetting things today. Most likely thanks to Dan for kick me in the head with his steel toed boots last night. For those of you who live in Peterborough, Armour hill is insane right now as it is completely covered in ice, and jumps... I didn't want to go down alone and we figured it wasn't safe to go down the hill one right after the other, thus TOGETHER! Also a bad idea. One thing led to another and we found ourselves literally flying down the hill into each other, Dan has the good sense to tuck and roll. I on the other hand have no such sense. I'm alive, but my neck hurts like a motherfucker, seriously.  I was going to go party tonight with Dan, but it got pushed back, maybe drinking isn't a good idea right now.

One day we will all awake to find fish bowl rocks in our right front pockets.

So Sunday March 4th, the massively long and intense journey was made from Kingston to Peterborough to Toronto, then back to Kingston. Then again back to Peteroborugh the next day. It was long, and it has been agreed upon, it was totally worth it. Best show I've ever seen (once again we all agreed). We saw Subtle and TV On The Radio (if you haven't heard of them before, seriously check them out), I've never been so blown away.

snow squalls!

The backyard.

This isn't my backyard, it's not even in my neck of the woods. I got up in the morning and deicded that for once I could enjoy the snow (if you don't know me that well I hate winter and being cold).

A little depressed at the moment.

Days fall between nights
stumbling across weeks and months,
lights flashing, and people passing.
A whirlwind of sound and color.

I find myself surrounded,
surrounded by your own paraphernalia.
Your shirt on my back, your bed sheets hugging me,
tightly in the night. My head on your pillow.
It's like being lost in a forest, where all the trees,
and all the leaves have your name and face.

They whisper to me, in the darkness.
Words hope, words of hate, words of love.
Encouraging me, pushing me down.

I walk down a path, solitude is my only ally.
My self worth has slowly begun to flutter away.
I chase it, running, one foot in front of the other.
Faster! Faster! One foot in front of the other.

There is a light.

And you are standing there.
With all of your grace and majesty.
Head held high, looking down on me.
It's just the three of us.
You. Me. My self worth.
Only two of us will make it out alive.

Asthma.

Through the trees,
and the leaves
he only heaves
longing to breath.
 
Shallow pools cannot
fuel the fool.
He uses others
as his tools.
 
The water flows,
and the wind blows.
When he falls to his knees,
dying to bleed.

The shadows come,
there’s no where to run.
Staring at the sun,
waiting for death to come. 

Asthma

Untitled.

He told me once,
He’d always be there.
He told me once,
He’d always care.

But now I know,
That our trust is lost.
Too bad to say,
My feelings are lost?

I was suppose to be his,
Now and forever.
Sorry to say now,
I’m not the favorite.
As the night comes,
the cold sets in.

I’m ok, I swear
I would never lie.
But with you still around
My love will never die.

sleepy..

Me

I didn' take this picture, but I am in it so it counts. This was taken a while ago, on a friends couch. I was sleeping and they woke me up to taking a picture of me. Unflattering but my hair is great.

onfire.

Liisa pumping gas in December.

 This was taken at at gas station near Marks house. We stoped there before heading to Starbucks to pick up Madyson and Jeremy to see Alexisonfire. I was randomly taking photos it was fun, I don't think this is a really good picture, but Liisa loved it so, here it is.

Velvet sky.

In the west, past the mountains
where the sun runs from the moon,
a chase as old as the earth.
A race to last until the end of time.

When the small hide deep under the sheets,
when the bats emerge from sleep
and the owls awaken from there slumber,
I stir and create for now is time of peace and solitude.

The darkness is a blanket, welcomed and enjoyed.
Most sleep, either alone or in the company of lovers.
Time will pass slowly, holding onto my soul as is drags by.
My company comes and goes as I do,
for a short while, always the same.

The future will bring my lover near,
to rest beside me, to bring peace of a different sort.
Be still my beating heart, be near to me dearest.
While the sun hides and the stars rule the sky,
hold me, protect me, love me.

LCD

 Liisa's Camry

Logic Control Deck? What the hell Toyota. I drive an older model carola, and I don't have an "logic control deck", I'm totally jelous. 

Booze, booze, booze.

 Liisa Residence floor.

Liisa forgot her good pants at York over the holiday,  so her Tobin and I made an adventure out of going to York for a day to get pants.  I drank as well, they call it "liquid cocaine" that's IF you like cinnaom hearts (which I don't).  We also took the time while stuck on the 401, I decided to blow bubbles out the window. It actually made some people go from crazy, angry drivers to, some what smily rush hour drivers. ^_^

Mmmm Mmmm Tequila

 Tequila at the Brew Pub

This was taken at a friends birthday in early November. I can't remember if I was the one to drink the tequila or not... 

kitty, kitty.

Friskey, napping in her favorite spot.

This is my cat Friskey. She  can be annoying but I love her very much. My great grandma gave her to me, she was the last one left in a box at a yard sale. She didn't have the heart to leave her there.

 

Down town came up town.

Downtown Kingston, Canada Day 2006

The plan was to be in Ottawa that weekend, it didn't happe. My family was in New Brunswick for a week visiting my Nanny and Grampy, unfortuatly I couldn't take that much time off work. So we decided to do something fun for the weekend, so Kingston it was. The fire works were good, overall it was a nice night. It stormed pretty bad, but luckily that held off until the fire works had ended.

 

Bloody Saturday

Take a step back,
One foot behind the other
and open your eyes.
Look at the truth
as you expose the lies.

Take a step forward,
one foot in front of the other.
Look around and discover
as we take off the covers.

Be still in the moment
as I show you,
all you will ever need.
Take it from me,
and you will see.

Push your limits.
Gain the courage,
And your strength
will follow.

A little wisdom,
from me to you.
Open the widows ,
look deep inside.
Decide for your self.

 Capiz shell flower.

This was a gift from my boss on my last day when I worked at the new age store downtown. They are candel holders that are made from capiz shells imported from the south Pacific. They are pretty sweet. That was  the greatest job I ever had, it was so easy and my regulars were the most interesting people.  I love that personal photographs can bring so many memories.
By the way if you get a chance you should listen to some Apocalyptica, they make my ears happy.

Lily of the valley, lily of my eye.

 Lily of the Valley in my garden.

This was taken not long after I came home from my week long photography course. I really love my gareden and spending time in it. I know that taking pictures of flowers is all to easy, but these flowers acuatlly mean something me. There aren't many things that make me happier.

 The Lilac tree in my backyard

This was taken in my backyard about two summers ago.  This photo isn't overly impressive, or very well done but it does have sentimental value. This is a Lilac tree that wouldn't bloom about three summers in a row, I was getting really depressed about it. The fallowing summer I did my best to make it bloom. Watering it twice a week, removing all the dead branches and also new soil all around it.  That summer there wasn't much change in it, but the fallowing spring, it started to come alive as it should.  By summer it was in full bloom and I was so happy, better yet, we haven't had any problems with it since. Sometimes all you need is a little TLC.

 My old computer

I've decided that there should be some sort of text to go along with most of this, nothing much,  just why I took it, or how it makes me feel.

I took this pictrue from my 'random' file in 'My Pictures'. It's pretty ok, nothing overly special about it, it makes my eyes happy. I was thinking about entering it in like a contest or something, but that never ended up happening. I might play around with it later, and acutally do that. There are different places you can enter it and win money for school.

The Isis Of Iris

I remember the first time you looked at me.
Your eyes looked right into my soul,
into the very depth of my being.
I was at peace.

Glances across the room.
Your eyes, your beautiful eyes,
when you look at me
a minute is a lifetime.

You’re overwhelming.
I don't know what to do.

To swim in your pools again,
would be so sweet.

Formal parties fade to grey.

Fleming Formal 2005
 

For the love of pretty things.

Hwy 401 between Oshawa and Toronto, November 19 2006

I've started this blog, I'm not going to tell anyone about it.  

I've always tried to be an artistic person photography, and poetry.

What I create will be posted here.

I'm excited.