quiet dog

i like this. it's kind of hypnotic.

But you dont know what he means to me, jolene

"he talks about you in his sleep
theres nothing I can do to keep
from crying when he calls your name, jolene"


i've been craving this song all day for some reason.
i love that they didn't alter the lyrics so that he wasn't singing from a woman's perspective.

i saw the white stripes live when they were here a few years ago. i don't remember what they played, but i remember i had a great time. i was right at the front against the guard rail thing. my friend andrew acted as a security blanket around me. jack white commented on a rowdy guy right behind us, and i swear we made eye contact. i'm not a huge white stripes fan, but i think they're interesting and i do like quite a few of their songs.


the original. p.s: check out that guys bedazzled jacket at the beginning! it's intense.

i had no idea i had enough energy for a 6 hour bike adventure.

-biked to the uni
-biked down pembina to os
-read in os for a bit
-biked by the parliament building
-biked wee wee wee all the way home

i checked google maps to see the distance that i covered, which was about 33.5km or 20.815 miles. i figure i was actually biking for just over 3 hours in total. the rest of the time i was walking, reading or eating. all in all, it's been a good morning/early afternoon. i feel like i didn't waste a minute of my day so far which is a lovely feeling.


on saturday i had my first full saturday off in what feels like forever. it was a great day. the afternoon was spent with my friend lounging in a park, reading, napping, seed throwing and gymnastics. dinner was at the nook where i nibbled my usual, a tasty cinnamon bun. the night was filed with great friends with even greater one-liners, play structures, styrofoam swords, dancing, and the best end to any wpg summer adventure...a slurpee.

my weekend has been great, i hope yours has been too.

dear leopold rabus,

i think your artwork is awesome.

love,
lauren.

one reason i love my friends is because of the weird text converstations we have.

me to tim:
"age is of no importance unless you are a cheese"
tim to me:
"you're looking for advice on your 46 yr old boyfriend Salvatore, just follow your <3"


^this makes me happy

chocolate chip banana muffins from hell

making muffins has never been so infuriating!

-i preheat the oven. i see a small fire at the bottom of the oven because someone let something fall and burn and never cleaned it up (to be fair it was probably me lol)
-i clean the oven
-go get chocolate chips and bananas
-start mixing stuff. i don't have eggs.
-go out again and buy eggs
-while peeling the bananas i drop one in the garbage
-i continue mixing stuff while spilling flour EVERYWHERE
-i mean EVERYWHERE. i'm worse than a kindergartner
-time to put it in the muffin pans
-where the heck are the muffin pans
-call my sister and my folks to help solve the mystery of the missing pans(my mom was the last one to make muffins and she washed the pans after. she never washes dishes so she probably put them away somewhere ridiculous)
-they know nothing
-i look everywhere and can't find them anywhere. whoever took them didn't even bother to leave a ransom note.
-conclusion: the pans have entered a black hole and are never going to be seen again
-now i'm trying to bake chocolate chip banana bread
-i've never made banana bread or anything close to it before in my life

.....we'll see how this ends in about an hour...if i don't burn the house to the ground in frustration first.


on the plus side: i won tickets to see the movie away we go tonight, so i'm going to that with kelsey. i'll get myself a popcorn and nibble away my bad vibes. another good thing: i bought cherries caz they were on sale and they're delicious.



UPDATE:
the banana bread turned out ok.

just some poems to make your heart smile

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what is is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands