bicyklette.

dear world.

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 11:46:22 -0400

Alanis Morrisettes’s “Ironic” was on the radio this morning. All I hear when I listen to that song is the people saying “that song isn’t ironic at all”. I hear people laugh when I listen to some songs and I hear different versions of songs when I listen to others and I totally felt like putting all of that down. Woo-oop.

Yeah. Everytime I drive down Jameson I see something I love. Yesterday I had 2 things catch my attention. A good father to his daughter, sharing a chocolate bar on a bench. They were there having fun, you know? There was way too much traffic to ever think the place they were sitting at was beautiful. It was run down and dirty and maybe even dangerous- but they were beautiful. They didn’t care that their surrounding wasn’t peaceful or urban or fun, they had eachother and that’s what mattered.

Just down the street, I was stopped at the light and I saw a little boy barking at a dog. He was just having fun and his exhausted mother was holding on to her pregnant belly with her right hand wearing such a gorgeous afro. The dog never barked back. I turned the radio off and opened the windows in my car. I wanted to hear the world.

Sometimes it’s time to drown it out. Sometimes you just can’t take what people are saying, doing, how they’re acting, how you’re acting, how you’re feeling - music helps people, I get it. I get tv to help me out. It does the thinking for me. Writing helps my thinking for me, puts it all together and tries to make sense of it - I can’t do it on my own.

You sit me down in a room with nothing on the walls… I’ll still have something to think about. Even if it’s about the nothing that’s on the walls. Even if it’s about the things that I miss or the things that I need or the things that I want or the things I’ll strive for, work for, get by chance, regret, forget.. and then remember.

I’m just a dirty sesspool of words.

hi and have a lovely day x

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:06:34 -0400

hi and have a lovely day x

This just in..

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:53:39 -0400

I’m not sure why I used to straighten my bangs when I left my hair curly. It never really worked and I don’t think I’ll be able to do it again.

Thanks, bicy. x

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Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:34:56 -0400

EXACT.

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:21:52 -0400

I won’t fake it when I don’t have to. I won’t get up and tell you that I know that the moon is 92% full today. I didn’t know that but I read it and I chose to believe.

I choose to believe and understand as much as I can because disbelief is doubt and I need to throw all of that away.

Do you doubt yourself? I know you do sometimes. I know you get up sometimes and you’re a cranky motherfucker. I know you’re annoyed with some people and I know that you feel fucking great when you realize that you’re being a little more patient than you were yesterday. I know you laugh because you think something is funny and I know you’re jazzing out about the guy who’s just not as funny as you are. I know you feel great when you’re appreciated and feel a bit better when you appreciate things. You feel fucking good, don’t you? “Yeah, I did that and I’m awesome” — give yourself a pat on the back. Seriously.

I get it. I am lost and I know nothing (and I know that much.. but do I really? - probably not really, but kind of). I won’t sit here proud, but I will not sit here in my puddle of pity (that is just enough to get soaked). I am behind and I am ahead and I am one. I am a girl and I am a daughter and a sister and a friend and a lover and probably a fighter (with a big ol’ fuck you up in the air). I love a fucking lot (but probably just as much as I complain). I try. I hope you try. Things stop turning when you stop trying.

Take this or throw it out. My friends are fucking geniuses. I am happy I have them and also jealous and also amazed that sometimes I make others jealous. FEELINGS ARE CRAZY AND GOOD. How do you feel today?

I feel excited that my breath almost came alive this morning. I feel happy that the sun walked me to my car. I feel upset that the smell along the Gardiner wasn’t what I expected (what the fuck is that smell). I feel childish for saying fuck in every paragraph but fuck fuck fuckitty fuck (boo boo kitty HA). I feel unaccomplished because I am not doing my work but redeem myself everytime the phone rings and I decide to pick it up. I feel loved because my father told me “good job” yesterday when I picked him up from the airport. I feel a lot. And sometimes I turn it all off. And that is okay because I haven’t stopped trying yet.

Song of the day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypaH1Gj6VIs

…. love x

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-8-17)

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 09:40:04 -0400

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-8-17):

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

"I’d go gay for Michael Phelps"

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:45:00 -0400

“I’d go gay for Michael Phelps”

- JC Coutts

lee: (via patrickmoberg)

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:42:03 -0400

lee:

(via patrickmoberg)

a little bit of light reading. (my niece Méa)

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:48:27 -0400

a little bit of light reading. (my niece Méa)

Monday life in the office.

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 15:05:00 -0400

I am almost sweating, drinking this Tim Hortons double-double which tastes nothing like I think coffee should taste like. I can hear people arguing with members, some are explaining themselves and the rules they have to abide by in regards to these programs. RULES.

I can hear the air conditioning. I can hear people typing and people talking to one another and myself typing and my sweat. Hey. Yes, I can hear it.

Ben Schumacher’s birthday: Happy Birthday Ben. 23-Years Young. I hope it is a good year. For some reason mine has been so… fortunate. I am understood and listened to and I love that people are reading between the lines. Hi All (even you, goodnight).

I feel good sitting here.. but only after I remind myself that I have more than I bargained for. If it goes away I might have to climb back up.. but for now it’s one day at a time (or so it says on the internet… I read random quotes on there and they control my life).

I don’t know why I did this.. or why I seem so perky in it… but here goes everything: http://bicyklette.blogspot.com

love with a backwards E and then heart with a backwards E and then glitter and girly things.

BICY x

bicyklette is everywhere x

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 09:59:02 -0400

bicyklette is everywhere x

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-8-10)

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 09:05:23 -0400

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-8-10):

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

Random Torontoness on Queen Street.

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 16:19:51 -0400

So last night I walked down the street. I walked by a man and… maybe his girlfriend? Wife? Friend? Who knows.. either way she had a buzzed head and was walking a dog very slowly.

He was yelling at her before I could even see them. They were a little used up. They weren’t glamorous. They were pure rough, dirty, city slicks.

So yeah.. I just walked by and she was smirking but I don’t think she was on the same planet as he was .. but he just cussed her out:

“THEY KICKED YOU OUT BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO DRUNK AND I WANTED A FUCKING DRINK AND NOW I CAN’T FUCKING HAVE ONE”

Let me tell you, his slur was RIGHT on, too.

I was interested. The end.

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Something is wrong...

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:13:03 -0400

Okay, everyone, bring your eyes to me- Thanks.

Now read this: http://www.winnipegsun.com/News/Winnipeg/2008/08/07/6371591-sun.html.

Now, I am reading a story here where “common sense” has no place. People in Kansas, from the Westboro Baptist Church, are going to come to a funeral and PROTEST. Attend funeral that isn’t even in the same country! Well, not even attend rather.. mortify those attending the funeral. Does anybody find this upsetting? A bit? Funny? Tasteless? I have no idea… okay, I understand that people do stupid things all of the time - but this kind of crosses the line.

I can’t really tell you what does, and does not, cross the line, but I’m a bit bothered! I’m not going to lie, this “fundamentalist church group” is bothering me! Some poor guy is killed (and mutilated) and is now going to have the most awkward and ruined funeral (which is all he’s got left to leave a mark). There is no reason for this!

“God is Punishing Canada”, they are preaching. Maybe he is… for sending us a bunch of retarded hicks to soil a powerful and meaningful ceremony. A funeral isn’t a joke and it isn’t a place where you get to make your mark. Shouldn’t people who attend church know this? This group is completely oxymoronic.

Fred Phelps - you should reconsider.

And your little Phelps daughter who claims that connecting dots means this:

“We’re trying to get you to see that your rebellion against the standards of God, your disobedience to the commandments — your idols, your false gods, your filthy ways have brought wrath upon your head.”

Connecting the dots means closing up a figure. It means closing something up. It means building up walls and it means limiting yourself to only that shape, that figure, that idea, that thought, that way. And that means you’ve already stopped thinking for yourself.

Tim McLean Jr., may you rest in peace.

So I went to Timmins for the long weekend. My sister got married...

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 13:56:00 -0400

So I went to Timmins for the long weekend. My sister got married and she was effing beautiful. I loved it. It was great, the people were having fun and the speeches were getting heavy and I even shed a bit of a tear.

Then it’s time for the sisters’ speeches. Nath gives her 9-page long speech and I’m loving every second of it…. until: bam. My dress rips open. It’s as if some horny demon was like “hawhaw hawww OFF WITH YOUR DRESS”. Seriously! What happened? I have no idea. All I know is that one minute I was laughing at a joke made in a speech, the next minute, my perfect fitting, not-too-tight, probably-could-have-been-tighter dress… RIPS OPEN.

Needless to say, it broke the ice for my speech. So, I gave my damn speech, while 2 girls started to safety-pin up my dress. I gothed the shit out of it and danced the night away.

Well, by dance, I mean, laughed at twinkle toes van “Shake” while he danced in circles around me.

My sister was beautiful. All was well. Good long weekend OH! EIGHT!…