21st
Victoria
After a harrowing adventure, meeting Willy from 4th Salish on the ferry, playing pool downtown, and ending up at a house party at some crazy mansion, I am now tucked safely in bed at Eve’s house (Chelsea’s friend). Tomorrow’s day plans include hitting up many thrift and specialty t-shirt stores and eating greasy foodstuffs. I don’t like sleeping in other people’s houses. It reminds me of staring at the ceiling every sleepover every weekend from grades 1 to 7 at my best friend Brandon’s house and noticing the ceiling had stucco, while it was smooth at home, and being unable to sleep because it felt so foreign and potentially hostile (ie. ghosts). It also reminds me of the one christmas my family spent at my grandparent’s in vancouver. Old people always keep the thermostat about 10 degrees higher than is naturally comfortable for a fully functional person. There were also strange ticking noises all night, I still remember that awful night. I don’t remember Christmas the day after, just how uncomfortable I felt that night. My estranged aunt who was abducted by aliens and is far from her right mind was present, I think, as well. She kidnapped my Grandma who has alzheimer’s in recent years and wouldn’t let our family see her. Now she doesn’t remember us, but my dad finally won in court and she’s in a home now. I won’t see her because it makes me feel uncomfortable. I don’t think she’s the same person she once was at all, I don’t think she would even want to be remembered like she is unless she had a profound sense of humour. (she talks to curtains) This is quite sad in all honesty, but I guess you can’t take it too seriously or it will just get you down, which is always a concern.
Anyways, I’ve decided to compile a brief list of my favorite things at the moment:
1. My girlfriend. She’s awfully neat.
2. Lucid dreaming. Fascinating stuff. Closest thing I’ve ever experienced to something spiritual. I’m always searching for some glimpse of holiness in everyday moments and there’s just things.
3. Sufjan Stevens tunes and The Bled breakdowns. Fuck.
4. Comments by Peter Im regarding gender differences.
5. Jamming out to a song on my acoustic while recording it on the computer and promptly realizing the depth of my incompetence.
6. The way university professors employ their large vocabularies to circumvent appearing rude, instead as intellectually objective.
7. The fact that I can hear springs creaking in a very consistent, rapid rhythm upstairs, indicating possible friskiness between Eve’s parentals.
8. The way bunnies wiggle their noses and/or whiskers.
9. Public transit. So many interesting people I will not meet.
10. When Conor Oberst agonizes his way through his manic depressive lyrics and I am left with a feeling of intense joy.
