Windy.

Explain to me how you go from this:

To this.... :

To THIS.... :

It's been a wicked and wild day for weather on the Rideau. The winds have been mighty high and the temperature went from 6 or so this morning to 25 this afternoon and currently it's 18. It's muggy, humid and bomb-ish outside. The passengers have been stuck inside all day and as a result are restless and irritable. That makes my life more stressful and as a result I become more irritable. This makes other people irritable and the cycle continues.

Bah. At least it's bed time now!

What kind of person are you?

"There are two kinds of emails you can get: the ones you read, and the ones you delete. There are two kinds of people you can be: a person who people want to pay attention to, and a person people find irrelevant. Don’t let yourself become spam in someone else’s life: stay interesting, relevant, and compelling to those you love." - Molly Ford

Dreams.

Last night I had the weirdest dream I've had in a long time and I sure have some weird dreams.

I was on a mission to cross this path from one side to the other but there were all these arrows flying at me that I had to dodge. Oddly enough, the night before I had the same dream but I had no issue dodging the arrows so I was all cocky in my dream and just went for it.

As a result, I got hit and died. But when I died I didn't actually die. My body died, and I could see that but I was definitely just a soul, chillin. It was weird. I kept thinking, meh, nbd, I'm going to wake up soon, I'm not actually dead. However, my dream kept continuing on and on and I never woke up.

As the dream went on and I began to panic more that I was actually dead, I realized I never said goodbye to my mom or my dad or my sisters or my friends. It was a horrid realization. Then I didn't know how they would find out?! I remember my primary concern was finding Cluett and letting him know I had died so he could tell people.

Am I so narcissistic that also in my dream all I wanted to do was check my facebook to see if people had written on my wall that they were sad I died?!

So weird.

Westport.

My home for the night? A quiet little town called Westport, Ontario. It's absolutely beautiful here and no doubt by the time we sail through here next week, those reds and oranges on the trees are going to be 10x more vibrant.



Sam & I are going to a place called spy rock tonight which is at the top of that hill. The view should be amazing, too bad it's going to be pitch black and scary as balls. Ah well, gotta live some how.

Life.

I just saw this picture and combining it with the endless hours of Big Bang Theory I've been watching lately and you have a very humbled Anna.

Love to stumble.

ps. I just spent $102 at wal-mart on nothing. I rock.

The Rideau.

Swoon.

Love me some Rideau.

Tonight's adventure, Smith's Falls. They have a wal-mart!








Since I've lost my journal that was supposed to be a present for Clue & Dube for christmas, I suppose I should get another one of them.

and a froster.

mmm.

New tunes...

I have so much new music that I cannot possibly imagine getting through it all. It's a frustrating task to take on you know.

There is an insane amount of talent compiled into my itunes and have I listened to more than 35% of it? Nah, not even once. Come on, how sad is that. Though I cannot be held completely to blame. When 95% the music you've listened to comes from amazing British talents and Canadian indie sweethearts how why adventure?

I'm thinking of wiping my ipod and only putting on music that I've not listened to. This way I have no choice but to broaden my horizons. That however, would mean that I'd have to take Immi off my ipod and well, I've only one that once and almost died.

Autumn Nights Vol 2.

It's chilly tonight. Like chill-y.

Currently we're in a tiny place called Burrits Rapids, which is outside of Ottawa in the southern part of the valley. It's maybe 8 outside currently and yesterday night it was even colder. In 3 days it will be the first day of Autumn and the beginning of the best season in the year.

Nothing says cozy like drinking tea, curling up in a big sweatshirt and listening to some good tunes. I have an outstanding amount of music that is appropriate for this time of year. It's soft, comforting and is meant to make you feel warm and happy hearted. It doesn't have the bounce that music designed for the summer does, but is strangely comforting for the bleak time that is around the corner. The warmth of the sounds reflects the colours of the leaves and the crispness of the air.

Hopefully you like this mix just as much as I do.

1. Andrew Bird - Weather Systems
2. Bon Iver - Re: Stacks
3. Jenny Owen Youngs - Have You Forgotten (Red House Painters Cover)
4. Jason Collett - Little Clown
5. Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You
6. Trespassers William - Vapour Trail
7. Matt Singer - Bird Song
8. Blue Foundation - Little by Little
9. The Weepies - Living in Twilight
10. Matthew Good - Moon Over Marin
11. Sarah Harmer - Greeting Card Aisle
12. Stars - The Aspidistra Files
13. Papercuts - The Void

How to...

The 4 and a half minute video that just changed my life.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

It's okay to be on your own.

everything.

Everybody says time heals everything
but what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in between
are we just going to wait it out?

Waterloo feels...

Weird. Nostalgic. Funny. Right. Comfortable. Home.

Any word that makes your feel slightly uncomfortable is probably a good explanation of how I'm feeling right now. Yet at the same time, whatever words make you feel safe, independent and confident also explain the way I'm feeling.

Currently I'm chillin', on my own, in the Starbucks uptown and this, this feels normal. This feels like what I should be doing. Yet, this is not what I am doing more regularly than right now. That makes me miserable.

Ah well, all a part of growing up I suppose. I guess 6 months isn't enough time to grow out of a 5 year habit.

Branded.

Would
You
Look
At
That.

Mixtape vol 2.

So, I wish I was cool and knew how to put my mixtapes online but all I know how to do is make a folder with the songs in them and upload it to a file sharing website for you to download... It's lame but its what I'm going to do! Eventually... baha.

Since I'm on my way to Waterloo I figured I would upload my "Follow the Distance" playlist. It's primarily comprised of songs that remind me of Waterloo, beats I want to travel to and other songs I really like. A few of the songs, specifically 1, and 6 I stole from a driving cd I'm in love with. They always make me want to go on an adventure. The last song is a lot different than the rest but it's perfectly fitting to me and means a bunch.

The reason it's so long? It's like 5 hour bus ride to Waterloo, ok? I get bored.

With that, here we go!

1. Imogen Heap - First Train Home
2. Stars - The Passenger
3. Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism
4. Reverie Sound Revue - Passes and Passports
5. Two Door Cinema Club - I Can Talk
6. Apparat - Arcadia
7. The Temper Trap - Science of Fear
8. Vampire Weekend - Jonathan Low
9. Kids of 88 - My house
10. UNKLE - With You in my Head (feat. The Black Angels)
11. The Pass - Colours
12. Matthew Good - Born Losers
13. Elliot Brood - The Valley Town
14. Florence + the Machine - Kiss with a Fist
15. Stars - Opinions vs. The Sun (Stars vs. The Album Leaf)
16. Tegan & Sara - The Ocean
17. Phoenix - 1901
18. The Weepies - Slow Pony Home

Buses, a Birthday, ink, Waterloo!

So tomorrow I'm leaving for Waterloo. The next 24 hours are going to be so insanely rushed. In 12 hours I'll be home, in Orillia where I have to do laundry and pack and sleep which is fine, it's the waking up at 7 to go into my Dad's house to walk down to the bus station and grab a bus to Waterloo by 9:30. That's the nerve wracking part.

It's Clue's birthday tomorrow and I'm pretty sure I know what I'm planning to do for it, but whether it works or not will be a different story. He deserves something awesome for his birthday since well, this week was no doubt stressful for all the FOC and all the Coords. I just want to make it a good birthday. You only turn 21 once! It's not like I'm doing anything big though so don't get excited.

Waterloo soon!

Oh my gosh Orientation.

Check out the awesome!

I've watched it seriously about 10 times just so I can learn the dance in time for next week.

Also. Ink in 3, just sayin'.

Autumn Nights Vol 1.

I've been inspired to start making my own mixtapes since I've been listening to them so much. You may think, whats the difference between a mixtape and a playlist?! Well not too much to be honest. I find that my playlists are all for a particular reason rather than a mood. What I've decided to do though is change that.

Currently on my itunes, I have 22 playlists. They are all pretty varied; whether it be genre, location or occasion. I can never find a reason to delete them though. Each one means something different to me. However, I deleted them all. Well, not all. That would be a lie. I kept 5 that I had made, plus all my yewknee ones and my kitsune noir ones (but they weren't included in the 22). Time to start all over and September seems the perfect time to do so.

Even though August just ended, it is pretty well Autumn. It's below 15 and the leaves are changing, it's Autumn. Welcome to the best season of the year. Only thing left is to have an awesome soundtrack to go with it.

So check it out.

Autumn Nights Vol 1.
1. Black Before Red - Underneath Gold
2. Ra Ra Riot - The Orchard
3. UNKLE - Persons & Machinery
4. Radiohead - Sail to the Moon
5. Stars - Undertow
6. The Narrative - Eyes Closed
7. Trespassers William - Vapour Trail
8. The Weepies - Citywide Rodeo
9. Barcelona - You'll Pull Through
10. The Black Keys - I'm not the one
11. Bon Iver - Babys
12. Jason Collett - Tinsel & Sawdust
13. The Silent Years - Someone to Keep us Warm

The over all feel is a little shaky but at the same time, it's pretty decent. It's soft, which in my opinion is great for curling up under a blanket with a tea. Mmm tea.

I'm strongly considering putting up the .zip file I made of this but I'll have to wait until I'm off the boat to do that since my internet usage is already way over cap.

<3.

The person I've become.

I've always thought I was pretty cool. However, lately, I feel really cool.

I mean, I'm not horrendous looking, I laugh a lot and can be silly but know there is a time and a place and I like good music and aren't one of those awkward funny people, I'm just flat out funny. Ego much? Nah, I'm just saying I think I'm pretty cool. It has just been lately that I've realized that I actually really enjoy the person I've become over the past few years.

I like my clothes, my style and the way I dress. I think the clothes I have embrace my personality and show that I'm one of those extremely girly people who dresses like they live in a city that is bigger than 30,000 but at the same time can walk up to a mud puddle and want to look in it for fish and worms. Not that my clothes say, "Hey, I like fish and worms"...

I like the music I listen to. Music has officially taken over my life. I'm an indie kid, no joke. I'm balls deep in the scene now, especially with these mix tapes that I've been listening to lately. It's kind of gross when I think of it. I'm learning how to play the piano, writing songs and saving up to buy myself a trumpet. What giddy up?! How cool is that. I'm also seriously considering applying for a spot in the orchestra in Orillia once the season on the boat is over so I can really jump back into it. I also want to take piano lessons. I have a feeling I'm gaining some bad habits trying to teach myself.

I'm funny. I make myself laugh and whether other people are laughing at me, or with me, I'm not always 100% sure but nonetheless there is lots of laughing going on. I think too, if you were to ask anyone who knows me well, they would say I'm funny and have a personality.

Intellectually I'd not change a thing, personality wise, also, not change a thing. There is the odd physical discrepancy but I mean, I could sit here all day complaining that I look like a bag of apples or that I feel blahish because I look blahish, but really. I'm okay with myself right now.

Hear that, I'm okay with myself right now. I think this tattoo is only going to increase that. Now is that confidence or acting egotistical?

Mmm. All without a boy. Feels nice.

Happy Orientation Week?

Well, it's September.

I honestly can't say I know how I feel about the fact that not only is it September and I'm not in school but the fact that none of my close friends are in the same position as I am. I'm not going to sit here and say woe is me, woe is me. I'm a 20 something with no direction, wah, boohoo. I've done that enough and even I'm sick of the same sob story.

I am however, sad. I'm missing orientation week. That seriously feels weird to me. A handful of the people I love and adore are coordinating the entire thing and another handful are involved in every way possible. It's exciting to hear all about their adventures and the stories and how things are going but at the same time it's depressing. I wish I could be there and help and just enjoy being a part of the entire thing.

Maybe that's what I'm missing, the sense of belonging to something bigger than just me and the 10 foot circle around me.

Who knows.

Side note: Tattoo in 8 days. Oh god. I emailed Anabella the photo of my ink today and I'm craving it now. It's all I've been thinking about lately. It's become an obsession. It's gross. If my ink is in 8 days, it means I'm off to Waterloo in 7. It feels like I was just there, even though it's been about a month. It's just so much less time between visits then there was before. I'm so excited to snuggle with Clue and Euni and Amber. It will be weird going to Waterloo and not seeing Dube though. I don't think I like that too much.

Day 5 tomorrow, then off to Kingston. I've never done this trip before so I'm kind of excited to see the adventures the Bay of Quinte has in store for me.

Music Sesh

Oh my shit. Florence + the machine.

My mind has just exploded all over my room because it's that good. Go. Listen. Adore.

That is all.

Curiosity or boredom?

I am probably one of the most curious people I know. It's how things have been ever since I can remember. As a kid I was always covered in mud from playing in the muck behind the house wanting to know what was there, or typically in trouble for looking in cupboards or under the stairs where I wasn't allowed. It got to the point where the funnest thing I could do by myself was take my computer apart and put it back together. Such a nerd, I know.

Now I find after graduating, I've fallen back into the ever curious person I used to be. Through out school I was just as bad, but it was always about scientific stuff. Like why this bug has this type of wing and lives in this type of environment, or why when you add too much acid to this environment, different species thrive while others decline. It's still like that, but I also find that I'm constantly trying to find the impossible.

I've always read too much into things, made things more dramatic than they are. It's at an escalated level now. I'm constantly looking for things that are out of the ordinary, things that make me different than everyone else. I'm curious about how people think, what they believe in. I'm constantly trying to justify my own beliefs and thoughts. Is it curiosity or boredom though?

I'll get off the boat and go exploring on my own in places I know I shouldn't be not only just because of safety reasons but because who in their right mind wants to go into a bush, late at night, alone, to see if they can find something interesting? No one, that's who. Not unless that person is so bored and so curious that they've signed off on a death wish. Apparently I am that stupid.

Now I'm getting a tattoo in 11 days and all I can think about is how it's going to feel. I find myself obsessing over it. What's it going to feel like, will it make me feel stronger, is it going to be liberating, am I okay being with this for life? I want to watch one being done, I want to feel what it's going to feel like. It's like a sickness. An obsessive addiction to something that isn't in existence yet. See, how am I this bored. Or is it just that I've been bitten by a curiousity bug? How is it that I'm digging for something fantastical?

Something weird is going on in this head of mine that I can't quite figure out and I hope to God that it's not sheer boredom, though I'm sure it is, that is making me think, feel and act like an idiot. I almost justified actions of people around me treating me like crap just because there's no one else to take my attention away from it.

How lame, bean, how lame.