I kick baby seals (but not penguins).

I like when the news has nice stories. And really awesome stories of seal justice. ERGHHH, PETA. If someone is reading this and thinks the seal hunt "scandal" is worthy of terrifying costumes and pies in politicians' faces - GO AWAY.

My head is splitting today. You know that episode of The Simpsons where Homer is in 3D and at the end, while he falls into the "real world" he gets split up into a million and one pieces? That's pretty much the kind of headache I'm battling right now. (Clip found here, though in German lolz, the part I'm referring to can be found at 6:15 if you are truly curious.)

Spent last night not playing Risk with the loveliest of the lovelys. We watched Dr. Suess and war propaganda cartoons instead, hilarious really and truly. And Felix the Cat!!! Oh man, does that bring back the childhood memories.

Tonight Alex and I will be heading to the Blue Rodeo concert, perhaps followed by an evening of dancing doontoon. Shall I see you there?

Shudder shock of pale.

I'm piecing my peace back together, how about you?

I've felt on edge, out of sorts and completely consumed with MYSELF this past week. This past month. Or two.

When I'm going about my daily livings, one of two things will occur:

1. I feel like an absolute and massively cumbersome idiot. How is it Sarah, that you can spend so much time talking about what you're "going to do" and so little time doing it? How is it Sarah, that you cannot find the words or actions to properly comfort/encourage/love someone who needs it? How is it Sarah, that you cannot finish a degree in the same time span it takes everyone else? HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF?!

2. Or, I feel like everybody around is me a complete and total idiot. How is it McDonald's worker, that you do not know the difference between a plain sandwich and one that is covered in condiment and vegetables? How is it truck/car/van driver, that you have your license when you cannot signal to turn/merge properly/DRIVE? How is it boyfriend/best friend/family member that you cannot grasp these simple concepts I have properly outlined for you? HOW DID I GET TO BE SO MUCH SMARTER THAN EVERY ASSHAT IN THIS CITY?!

It's a funny thing, this coexisting. I never was a team player.

You know how when girls are middle school-ish age they all want to be the Hannah Montanas of the world? They dream of big stages and bright lights. Or at least, I would assume (through my careful observations as a nanny) that the average young girl does.

When I was in grade seven I fell in love with... Emily Dickinson. Although I still find her poetry astonishingly beautiful, it was her life that enthralled me when I first read of her. She was a total recluse, who never left her house and kept in touch with the important people in her life through letters. She wasn't even a known poet until after her death, when all of her poems were discovered in her room.

At the tender age of twelve, I would dream of myself becoming a reclusive poetess. It seems, much to my befuddlement, that my path to this point has been a steady one.

Mind you my tale is set in this new era - blog entries and text messages are my choice of correspondence. My poetry is a bunch of scribbles, quotes and words that rest in the coil-bound journal in my purse. Or on this site.

This post was supposed to be about the music I've been enjoying lately. It somehow progressed here. Why fight it?

But in case you need to be inspired by others through the art of song, have a listen to one, two and three.

Purely politics.

I still don't have internet, but I couldn't resist stealing a signal to post this:

Major headache.

This is my life now? Minus the really hot guy. Aka, I got the job. I honestly don't know what I'm thinking. But at least I have a murder mystery party tonight to help me feel better. :)



Oh my.

Tuney misters.

Read this article and be amazed at the good things being done in this country for young musicians... much to Stephen Harper's dismay.

Intergovernmental relations in Canada.

This is my 600th post. I think I might need a hobby.

A little something to lighten us up as I head into my two Poli Sci exams this week.

Undercover.

Something to make you laugh during these stressful times. I've already watched it like ten times... addictive.

Sean left his jam-jams.

A week since my last post! A record for sure. No internet and living with awesomegasmic people will do that.

I'm sure things will get back to normal over the course of December. Because yes, it is indeed December, despite whatever your internal clock might say.

In honour of a very special lady day here in Canada, I'm showing you these lovely lady faces:
I look really different in those photos. Like young and old Sarah.

Also in honour of special lady day, a special lady song... CHRISTMAS SONG!


I want to start a house blog, starring my lovely roomies and I. Audio recordings of Phillipe and Moo doing it included. OBVIOUSLY.

It's cool to know nothing.

Today was Remembrance day. Instead of reiterating what I've said in previous posts, let's talk about something else.

Music? I sure love it. This song has been stuck in my head ALL DAY. Loves me some new Kaiser Chiefs too. Oh, and this song from the Amelie soundtrack makes me wish I could compose music for piano with any sort of efficiency. Well. I did co-write Mendelssohn Monster. I'm going to have to dig footage of that up.

Since this has turned into some sort of a demented version of a love list, I might as well keep going.

Loving diet Ginger Ale and the beautiful friends who brave the cold to get it for me.

Love making plans with my super cool awesome Robynsky for super cool awesome extravaganzas.

Totally love the word: extravaganza. Say it aloud a few times... extravaganza, extravaganza... don't you feel wealthier!

I love an event where I can go and make crafts out of recyclables (pictures to come!), eat bacon and pancakes and celebrate with friends ALL IN THE SAME NIGHT.

Love predicting futures. No matter how screwed my friends are. :)

LOVE YOU.

And I loves me some Degrassi Junior High. Currently in the middle of season three and it is ROCKIN'. Spike had her kid and Shane has finally stopped being a douche bag and is giving half of his allowance to help support them. 'BOUT TIME. And man, Lucy sure goes for the pervs. And Allison, oh Allison! How you slay me.

Everyone else blinks.

I cannot believe I've had a Ze-free two years. I miss him thinking for me. :(

REMEMBER THIS.


AND THIS.


OH MAN, AND THIS. PMD's... love it.


Sigh. He's like a smuttier version of Alex Marland.

The man will speak.

There is something important about a politician's voice. Maybe it's the whole voice-of-the-nation thing. In Canada we've had our share of poor speaking leaders, as well as legendary ones.

A single sentence can make or break a politicians career.

I wish Obama would do books on tape or something. I would definitely read the Harry Potters if Barack was the one describing all the wizard shit.

What am I getting at? DUDE CAN SPEAK. And America needs to gain some face in that department. Because rarely is the question asked: is our children learning?



Obama '08, baby!

Make butter for my piece of bun.

Sarah is on meds A, B and now as of today, C. A and B are fine together. But C causes B not to work. And A mixed with C kills Sarah. But Sarah needs meds A and C. WHAT DOES SARAH DO?

Answer: watch Top Model and read about municipal and federal interaction in Canada, all the while pretending that everything is alright.

Sexy Cartman.

This makes me love him even more. And when exactly is he breathing?

I exist in someone else's head.

When some people are sad, they cry. I generally just get mad. When some people are mad they cry tears of frustration. I just get angrier. And when some people are happy, they smile. I usually cry.

Last night, I honestly thought I was going to burst. Like burst. I kept shaking uncontrollably and crying and screaming and losing my mind. I had my two bifizzles beside me and in front of me Our Lady Peace.

I wish I could convey to you how much this band means to me. Pretty much anyone my age living in this country loves OLP, it’s almost unpatriotic not to. But to put into words what their music, their passion, their spirit has done for me over the past decade... well I can’t.

And I think the only way you would know how much this band means to me would be if you were standing next to me at that concert last night. Watching me sing along with every song. Watching me scream like my life was ending. Watching me cry with every emotional wave.

I knew it was going to be one of the best experiences of my life when before even any of the lights came on, the bassist started playing that deadly opening line for Naveed.


They played a lot of songs I wasn't thinking I'd hear (off their older albums) and only two songs off their latest one. Hope, Starseed, One Man Army, 4 AM, In Repair et cetera. Songs Ashley and I happily screamed along to.
The guitarist looks like a 19th c. painting in this photo:
Good news to those who missed this concert, they promised they would be back here when they tour with their next album. :)

This is not really happening.

So I am pretty much peeing with excitement. Monday needs to get here right now.

Two more work shifts, Saturday and Sunday! Eighteen more hours. Four more breaks. Two more early mornings. Almost finished!

Monday is going to be an early morning too but for all the right reasons. You can't guess why and I'm not going to tell you. Trust that there will be TONS of pictures.

I will probably end up telling you.

Ummm. I need you to watch this, okay? MMMM, A CAPPELLA.

Your choir group should sing that one, Robyn.

Toronto explodes.

There is something absolutely frightening about an entire city screaming together into the night. Watch until at least two minutes.

Listen to the music of the moment.

Listen to this song and you will feel 56%* better than you did before you watched it. That's a pretty big jump considering it's only three minutes and forty-one seconds of your life.


*statistic randomly pulled from my behind, possibly inaccurate

Let's count some more.

I don't remember Sesame Street being this cool when I was a kid...

It's like the night is taking sides.

I am so totally in love with this song. Plus dude is sexy as hell. Though he dates that Much VJ chick who is such a hussy. Egads.



And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me. Such as, living with the uncertainty that I'll never find the words to say which would completely explain just how I'm breaking down.

Miss you alreadyness.