I am a war, already won.

Weekend recap part one (part two will be my night in Stephenville):

So everyone knows that I and the McWhitesons headed across this great province of ours for YC et al.

The trip began Friday morning when the five of us somehow magically managed to fit into Meagan's little car. I'm not sure how I didn't die because usually on trips like that, my legs just stop wanting to be attached to my body.

The trip was really long up until Gander but then Robyn and I found really awesome ways to keep ourselves occupied. Good times.


So YC highlights for the goers and non-goers:

• Starfield owns me. I've liked them for years now, this was the fourth time I've seen them in concert (amazingly). They are just a great Canadian band. We went to a panel discussion they held and I fell even more in love when they said "One of our big influences are Our Lady Peace, they are a great Canadian band." :)

• Newsboys did the one big fancy concert. I didn't like them going into YC, and I pretty much didn't like them coming out. Plus it was just one giant flashback to the 80's. Shows how much I know about contemporary music, since they're like the highest ranked Christian band of all time.

• Desperation Band. They have three singers? That's all I have to say. It worked completely though.

• Tree63. The lead singer plain owns me. From his singing to his amazing pants, I want him to come live with me. I super love this band and their accents and everything about them. They're put together so well.

• Danny Williams popped in for a visit.

• Mike Yatojaofhaifhski was soooo cool. I'm sure I'll tell you his homeless story at one point but if not, check out his book.

• Fireworks are cool. Sharon Snow isn't.

I also got to meet some of Meagan and Robyn's friends and hang out with some of mine. They were all very nice and I got to bond with their really good friend Heather over our shared love of scrapbooking. That's always nice.


Driving home today was super better because of the room in car. Lesson I learned though: Do not pee in a super sketchy rest room at a sketchy gas station, where the window in the bathroom leads into another room instead of outside. Ew.

Arriving home tonight I accomplished nothing. Why am I not surprised. Do I not realize that 15% of my grade in English is due on Thursday and I don't have it started? Smart.

Voting is for suckers.

So yesterday was, Meagan's 18th birthday! WOWZA. That is always superrrr fun.

There was lots and lots of food, and a beautiful cake (created by Robyn!), presents galore and dancing.

After we stuffed our faces and danced to Robyn's cool CD, we went upstairs and took a nap. We also did Meagan's hair and make-up and I cannot believe I didn't get a picture. It was awesomeeee.

I bought Meagan a really cool unicorn lamp, but the best present of the evening was given by both Robyn and I. We recreated the "G'night my treasure" picture frame, seen here for your viewing pleasure. :)









Overall it was one of the best birthday parties EVA' (with maybe the exception of Kylie's birthday weekend this year). It seems that eighteenth birthdays are the way to go!

But this reminds me of that saying I heard somewhere, "Friendship is the golden thread that ties our hearts together." HAH. :D

Ticket for sale.

ANYONE WANTING OR KNOWS OF SOMEONE WANTING TO GO TO JOSEPH AND THE TECHNICOLOUR DREAMCOAT, LEAVE A COMMENT.


I have one ticket, front row center, Thursday night. Someone, anyone, buy it please.

Message behind the music.

Tonight I had a conversation with Robert about lyrics. Their words, their meanings.

There's a big difference between quality and crappy lyrics. Let's see if you can pick out which is more "significant" in the real world.

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Those who travel now in coffins


Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!

Now, what lyrics are more meaningful? I guess it depends on your perspective. I know the majority of people would rather sing along with Nelly Furtado's "Maneater". Most teenagers probably don't know what Rage Against the Machine is even talking about in "Testify".

But seriously, what kind of world are we? We are the kind of world that turns a blind eye to the suffering and destruction around us. Now I can hear the people now "I read the newspaper! I know about the war, the famine, the genocides!"

I don't know about you but I'm not doing anything about it.

And I know. We're teenagers. We're not severely wealthy. We live in Newfoundland. We have lives, friends, studies, obligations.

But when is this going to stop? Who's going to put a stop to it if we won't?

Stolen from Matthew Good, a comment someone left on his website that pretty much inspired this whole thought of mine:

“…if this was another decade, there would be riots in the streets. I guess our rebellious youth are waiting for the revolution to be streamed on Youtube first.”

Double take.

Two posts in the span of one hour, aren't we fruitful.

I figured I should just get it out there and explain today's happenings as well. Woke up. Worked. Ate. Picked up Robert. Went to the library. Semi-worked. Joined by Meagan. Failed work ethic.

After Rob and I went to the mall and I picked up. . . A Yeah Yeah Yeah's CD! I am super pumped and the songs are all wicked. <3 for Karen O.


Tonight I was invited out to a girl's night at Heidi's! I was very honoured and ended up having a blast. We watched Monster-in-Law and ate lots of junkfood. Boys ended up crashing our shin-dig, but we retaliated by breaking out the Dance Dance Revolution. Burn!

I had a wicked time and once again had an epiphany. I am soooo blessed to have such a structured group of friends, there is always someone there for me, all I have to do is look! I take for granted that I have people to laugh with, bitch with, chat to, smile at, sniffle with, study with and become a grown-up with. So blessed.

So next time you're feeling sorry for yourself, sulking in a pit of despair, take a look around. At least you're not cleaning tables in a food court.