let's do a road trip.

i've found that there are certain people who, long after they've left your life, still manage to retain a hold on you.  i suppose in some cases that can be a good thing, but i think more often than not such a condition is more of a hindrance than anything.  there's a hesitance that becomes almost suffocating when trying to get on with your life.  that being said, i'm happy to report that at some point today i realized that i was no longer feeling that entrapment because of said person.  it's such a release, and i feel infinitely more at ease with myself, which may be part of the reason why i seem to be jumping headfirst into everything this year.  regardless of the reason, i'm excited and i'm ready and making a conscious decision to go forth and live.  

hold on and scream, kids.

the moon is beautiful beyond all measure tonight.

i got lost in that moon.


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an old man said the sweetest thing to me yesterday.

"i don't have much of my eyesight left, but i've discovered something we all have and that's heartsight.  i see so much beauty in the world everywhere i go, beauty that i missed before.  let me tell you that you are a beautiful person and i wish you all the very best."

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so last night was, ah, intense.

i'm still trying to wrap my head around everything.

between scott passing out, the mina-marko hookup, petra vomiting in the bathroom, the attempted set up of chris and jess, running into nick while leaving with the boy (you're kidding me, right?), the boy being dumb, (no, sweet pea, dancing doesn't seem like such a great idea when my friend is being driven off in an ambulance.  you might call it a buzz kill.), and then wandering the 'cokes, i guess i'd say all in all it was a full evening.

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i'm sure he's fine.
i know he'll be fine.
it terrifies me to see him like that because he's always looking after me.
oh scottie
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watching any sort of sport on tv doesn't really interest me.  in person, eh, maybe.  i generally only ever watch/pay attention if i'm somehow emotionally vested in the teams playing i.e. team canada, the leafs, ukraine.  and even then i pretty much only pay attention if they're in playoffs or something along those lines. 

simply put, i'm a bandwagon whore. 

so because canada didn't make it to the world cup, and ukraine did, i've actually been watching the games, and i've come to the conclusion that anyone who plays professional soccer is also a professional model.  it must be a requirement, though i have yet to find it written down somewhere...

whatever, fit boys are extra incentive to watch and make dull games more fun, along with and making up nicknames for the players and commentating in really thick accents.

so anyway, ukraine and switzerland played an excruciatingly long game today.  it went to penalty kicks and ukraine nabbed it.  that made us quite happy and pretty hyper, so we drove through bloor west cause it's where the action was gonna be.  somehow i didn't see anyone i know, which is odd, but good since i'm all sunburned and gross-looking (thank you, pride parade with no sunscreen).  so to commemorate this bittersweet win (because we will, without a doubt, lose the next match.  it's with italy), i wrote a haiku.

driving through bloor west
ukrainians are u-crazy!
i am so ethnic.

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true story.

pride was awesome.

boy is great.

highlights a plenty.

...more to come.