I've moved --> vivent_libre

Consider this a reverse friends-cut - add me at the new journal if you want to keep reading my shit.


4 and a half years and 510 entries later, I'm done here. I'm not really sure why, but it's something I kept thinking about so I figure it had to happen eventually.

Canada, I love you. This is the epitome of perfect Christmas Eve weather - only a few degrees below freezing, with the snow coming down thickly in big, fat, gorgeous flakes. And there's so much of it! Our backyard is getting buried.


Merry Christmas, all.


[EDIT] Hah, nevermind. In typical southern Ontario fashion, it is currently pouring.

Oh, so here's a new, previously undiscovered dimension of stress: smelling gross! I thought maybe it was just an off day, but Alison says that she gets the same way - you sweat like 3 times as much for no particular reason and therefore get to enjoy the smell of your own BO for the majority of the day, and your breath stanks, also for seemingly no particular reason.

I know, gross, don't want to hear about it, but man, it's fucking weird and I wanted to share. Plus I feel it adequately sums up how my week has been going. And yet, am I trying to alleviate the stress by working hard? No, I am procrastinating my ass off.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into. I was doing so well up to the... last couple weeks, too! Way better track record than last year, but still needs improvement. At least I'm working on it. Really and truly.


Hi, it's 4am... and both of my neighbours are still up. Our floor never sleeps. Really. Like, not ever. The one time we did sleep was the time that Marg Ad was penified.

(Yeah basically somebody ran around our entire residence about two weeks ago, drawing and writing penises EVERYWHERE. It was a colossal effort, really. Would've been impressive had it not been so immature... still, it was amusing, if only briefly.)


Live through thiiiiis and you won't look back.

I am so nervous for tomorrow. I was on the subway when I saw headlines reminding me of it and I felt genuinely nauseous.

I can only imagine how it feels for Americans.

Good luck, world.

Listening to Kevin Devine's music on your own while sitting in your room with your headphones on or your speakers blaring is an entirely different experience from listening to Kevin Devine's music live as he stands on a stage in front of you holding his guitar.

I've always heard people say things like this about his performances, but you don't get it until you experience it.

It was honestly unlike any show I've ever been to. Maybe I haven't been to enough indie shows of artists I really love, but this was just something else. He's captivating on stage, and there's something almost magical about his performance. He also really connects with the audience and his banter is great.

There's a lot more I could say on the subject but the right words just aren't coming to me right now, so I'll just sit here and enjoy the warm feeling in my stomach left over from the show.

But it was incredible. Easily my favourite show of... ever? I don't know. I love Brand New and all, but damn, they got nothing on KD's stage presence. He just really knows how to work the stage and make the show really intimate and personal, in both senses of the word.

But hays, I got a poster:

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Such a great night. This is what all shows need to be like.

You're not really laughing until you're laughing so hard that you think you might die because you can't take a proper breath of air through the hysteria.

But that kind of thing only happens on drugs, doesn't it.


Whatever. I've turned 19, which is insane even though it really isn't because hey, birthdays happen at the same time every year so they don't exactly catch you off guard.

But hooray for legal cigarettes and alcohol (should I now change my username?) and being able to go to the good shows, because most of those are 19+.

I'm getting a credit card soon because I'm sick of borrowing my mom's every time I want to buy something online. I'm also sick of how long it takes SmartPunk to ship my shit to me. And I'm also sick of constantly smiling at people every time I make eye contact with them. Working customer service sucks, because then you get into the habit and people give you weird looks on the street when you dazzle them with your teeth just for making eye contact.

At least I get Friday and Saturday evening off again. The girl who does our schedules must love me for no apparent reason.

Lastly, why the shit am I up at 3am and why am I listening to this song?

I'll never understand why some girls are so proud of their boobs.

Oh, did you grow those yourself? Congratulations, it must've taken a lot of work.

7 consecutive days of work at Delta is irritating as hell. I haven't had a full day off in 12 days if you count PPL too.

PPL still owes me money - they promised me they'd call me as soon as they had my cheque ready (they ended up sending my money to my closed CIBC account by accident), but it's been nearly a week and still nothing. Ughhhh.

Some kids think they're such clever little assholes, it's ridiculous. I probably would've snapped if I had to spend another 6 hour shift around those bastards. I mean, I like kids, I do. But, not in excess and not when they make their best attempts to drive you nuts because they know you can't do anything.

Buuut I get tomorrow off, and also Friday (and an afternoon shift on Saturday, meaning I can definitely spend the night downtown somewhere). Getting my hair cut, doing a bit of shopping, maybe getting a pedicure (feet are gross), and putting together the bookcase I bought at IKEA with my dad in the evening.

I know, seriously, my days off are soo exciting.

The first speaker is a Holocaust survivor.

"It is said that the Messiah will come at the end of the world."
"But it was not the end of the world."
"It was. He just did not come."
"Why did he not come?"
"This was the lesson we learned from everything that happened - there is no God. It took all of the hidden faces for Him to prove this to us."
"What if it was a challenge of your faith?"
"I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this."


--Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (which is amazing, by the way. I'd recommend it, but I know that nobody actually listens to anything that anybody recommends them anyway.)


I had always thought that the argument that the occurrence of bad things to good people proved that God didn't exist was stupid. But I guess perspective is everything.