just like everyone...

So, this is now my blog for trips. Not that I take a lot, however, I'm on my second week of a six week stay in Quebec. I know late, however, isn't it better late than never?

Here's what I've seen so far:

1.) Montréal - China Town, Oratoury de Saint Joseph, open market, parts of the Jazz Festival, and these beautiful streets that call out your name and beg you to stay and search every corner and get to know all the people that wander over their surfaces.
2.) D'arbre en Arbre - All the way to 130 feet in the air, with only a couple of ropes attached to your waist holding you up, you make your way through four levels of difficulty, with places to stop between each, you make your way between trees, work your body, and watch the ground swim before your eyes. You do everything from walking on ropes, to walking on logs, to walking from handle bar to handle bar. The adrenaline is...amazing.
3.) Juste pour Rire - Which takes up about five or six blocks of Montréal and is PACKED. Montréal is amazing to begin with, yes. But cut out the traffic in an area and you have people, and smells, hot dog vendors who sell their stuff for 3,50$ a piece, little stores by bars, sushi shops over top of hookah bars, with Starbucks and McDonalds right around the corner from it all. What I saw were these street gymnasts who made non racist comments, kept me up on the sushi's step and captured my camera. There were others, people painted in gold and standing like statues, people dressed like deer, walking on stilt, people in white with a ghost held in their hands.
4.) La Ronde - An amusement park packed with people from top to bottom and all sides. The lines are ridiculous if you don't have a Flash Pass card, however, I would rather wait in line because I don't think it's fair. That's just me. However, the rides that I did manage (all of two, plus the carasoul) were worth the wait. The food is also expensive, which is why I only bought two Freezies and frozen lemonade which was made of heaven. During the summer they have a firework competition between a whole bunch of countries, there's two different countries who go once a week. Tonight we watched Portugal's fireworks set to music. Breathtaking and amazing and just perfect. Hopefully we'll go and see more next week. :)

And those are the major things that I've seen so far. Next time: either the Biodome or the Olympic Stadium.

Wish List

CDs:
-Dashboard Confessional
-Metro Station
-The Perishers
-Paramore
-Five for Fighting
-The Decemberists
-Evermore
-Phantom Planet
-The Streets

However, the first like..four are really top of the listsXDD

Books:
Seriously, a gift card would be lovelovelove However:
-The Raven by Alisson Croggen
-most anything by Jodi Picoult
-and anything fantasy/literature/mystery/etc ( iread anything and everything..pretty much kid you not)
-POETRY!!



There y'ar. A few things. XDD

The Gamble of Life

you're throwing it away
without knowing by
playing a hidden poker
game with your drinks
& lovers,
showing every card in
your hand without blinking

you've scratched out
your queen of hearts &
taken the joker
instead

precious diamonds have been
beaten by clubs
while the spades
dig your grave

Love, Love

Don't smirk and raise your
eyebrows at me.
Why? Because
it's not nice.

Should you care?
Well, you care about
me, don't you?
See, it should matter
to you.

I told you I'm not
-hey!
Go away!
Personal space,
Love.
Heard of it?

Why not?
I call a lot of
people 'Love'.

Haven't I?
Oh, I thought I
had.
Does it bug you?

Again?
Why's that
Love?

Hmmm, does it
now?
Rolls right off?
And how do you
figure that?

Ah, I see.
You're right,
-I really don't,
but you still
love me.

No, this time
it's a...thing,
not a name.

And yes,
you most certainly
do.

I just do.

Because females
know everything.

I told you!
I'm not ticklish.

Seriously

Public Talking

I’m plugged into my MP3 player so I can’t hear anything: damn crickets, voices that crackle like static, distant over the radio.
Voices that are still somehow still attached to people that once upon a time I couldn’t live without, and now can barely stand the sight of seven out of ten chances.
The only thing that connects us is the smallest thing in the world: blood.
I’m perched somewhere, I’m thinking a quickly fading moonbeam, and have no idea what’s going to happen when it finally fades completely.

If it weren’t for a few pics from events where I’m someone else, pr around strangers, no one would know that I’m part of this family.
I’d be easy to wipe off, a smear on an otherwise clean mirror. A shining, perfect mirror that, where the shadows their quiet fingertips, are scratches and dust, from what they don’t want anyone to see.
I’m a mother that’s never been pregnant and is still a virgin.
I’m an adult that isn’t old enough to vote, and who can’t make her own decisions because her parents are ignoring it.
I’m living in the shell of a girl who’s wandering somewhere, lost.
I have a mug with a teabag still left in it from almost a week ago. Markers, papers, batteries, money, my wallet, a magazine, and my laptop are what I’ve managed to use to define my life.
It’s easier to love when you only see their words, and through that their voice.
Or see their pictures of what they’ve seen and pretend that you were standing next to them as they took it, the flash disorienting you for a minute as you blinked rapidly.
I always figured I’d be one of those people who had everything figured out, but fate used her same trick and yet, the only thing I have figured out is that: I don’t know anything.
Actually, not true. I know that: I want to go to Oxford after graduation and never look back. Leave it all behind.
I’m not a fifteen year old teen girl. I’m not. I’ve had/still have more responsibilities that kids older than me haven’t had, and won’t have for a while.
That I’m pretty sure that I don’t want kids. I love them to fucking death, but I don’t want to inflict the oldest with being an adult and parent and make them give up being a kid without asking.
I don’t want that. And, I know that I’d do what my parents have done.
Not that I’m saying that it’s all their fault. I should have told them to fuck off and let me be a kid.
Then again, it’s not I knew what fuck off meant, nor what having responsibility would do to me, or what it meant I had to give up/
I’m the daughter my father never wanted, and only a person to clean spilled milk.
I’ve been bumped from “eldest” to “person who inhabits a room”.
My best friend left me for writing, growing up, Ikea, and yoga.
We both diverted crying with laughter and promises of calls.
The laws of Fate, Time and Space have stolen the only person who a.) understood me and b.) talked to me in public.

Black n Colour

can i dictate in
black & white
and have us
dancing in the rain,
middle of the
street,
still shots
flecked gray
lying on the grass,
watching the sky
spit out
stars?

can i capture you
in colour?
peel away every layer
to reach the
negatives?
splash paint to
lighten the load you've
forced on yourself,
and help you find
who you really
are?

Trying

let’s make it
happen, first steps
synchronized so we
don’t feel alone.
if it turns out to
be a mistake
we’ll know that
this time at least
it wasn’t just a ride,
we were finally
trying.