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?

Ageless beauty.

Last night I got to fulfill one of my life goals. Cool, huh? I have a list of ten bands I need to see live before I die... now I can cross a second off (the first was OLP)!

Stars makes me musicgasm all over the world. I don't know how else to describe it. I bought Set Yourself on Fire in 2005 and there has been no going back.

AND I GOT TO SEE THEM LIVE. LAST NIGHT. WOW.

We were like three metres from the stage and I peed a little when Amy Millan and Torquil Campbell came out with giant smiles and handsome attire. They were made for live music.

Oh, and Torquil threw me a rose. Yup. Why not. It almost bet the Raine Maida pointing at me thing. I WAS MADE FOR THIS STUFF.


Now if only Muse would play here so Matthew Bellamy could blow me kisses...

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. :)

Backstreet Boyz.

Sea lion woman.

Sun. Sun. Grass. Grass. Nice. Nice. WINTER.

Wow. Yesterday’s explosion of weather was seriously intense. I can’t recall a time when we’ve entered the winter season with such suddenness.

Friday night we walked to the concert downtown and skipped about on all the hilly roads. Saturday morning we all just gaped from our windows at the 20cm of snow that sat (unplowed) on our streets.

The lights were flicking on and off all day yesterday, so it wasn’t a surprise when around nine it went out with a beep of the fire alarms.

My aunt (who was stranded here the whole weekend because the TCH was a death wish), my Mom and I broke out the candles and played Scattergories by candle light. Yeah, awesomeness runs in the family.

FEIST NIGHT.

So don't look for me in confession booth.

Three words for you: fell in love.

Tonight, I had the pleasure of seeing Sarah Slean in concert. It really truly did not sink in until I was sitting in Holy Heart Auditorium (a place Sarah says was probably "home of many Christmas pageants").

I knew this show was going to be amazing when she danced and skipped out on to stage in a beautiful red dress, her smile showing just how happy she was to be doing what she was doing, where she was doing it.

Her voice blew me away. It actually, with no joke, sounded twenty times better than it did on CD.

She bestowed love upon the crowd, mentioning more than once how happy she was to be in Newfoundland once again.

I cannot believe the talent that poured out of her. Her voice was one of the (if not the) best voices I have ever heard in my life. She rocked my socks straight off my feet.

After her two encores, and agreeing to meet everyone in the lobby afterwards it was finally over.

I asked Holly if she wanted to stick around and she replied with "No, I think I have enough love." Couldn't agree with you more, I didn't want to ruin the absolute whimsical image I had of Sarah Slean imprinted on my brain.

10 stars out of 10.