tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13067188522429830662023-11-16T00:25:49.818-07:00loose pagesnarcissistic introspection
at it's absolute worst.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-36356923794172497802010-07-12T10:38:00.002-06:002010-07-12T10:45:44.517-06:00a little thunder's good.vanilla extract in the milk before adding the cream of wheat was a fantastic idea.<br />it's a rainy monday but it's my sunday so i'm enjoying a lazy sunday in my room... which i haven't been in much if at all this weekend. i like not sleeping alone.<br /><br />today is a coffee day, a guitar day and possibly a baking day.<br /><br />i'm smiling hard at life right now.<br />high five.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-13894985459082489722010-06-14T00:28:00.002-06:002010-06-14T00:35:28.974-06:00drunk girlsdon't always have the patience of saints.<br />i want it nowwwwwww.<br /><br />drinking on beaches, skinny dipping at 3 in the morning,<br />frigid canadian waters.<br />the way the sun sets in the summer<br />sun dogs, dueling rainbows.<br />driveway star gazing.<br />peach flavoured.<br />the hair grows like the hair grows. (faster please)<br />falsetto. fucking and falsetto. not again...<br />piles of things. why always piles?<br />countdown to lists and count downs.<br />iceland, i love you.<br />everything will change, oooh oooh.<br />la la la <3<br />among other things.<br /><br />i don't really know what you're waiting for.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-49551047210557952392010-06-07T14:05:00.002-06:002010-06-07T14:11:41.912-06:00the tallest man on earth...the cutest girl in a rain storm.<br /><br />we ain't seen the sun in years, my friend.<br />what do you think this is? 49° 15' 0" North, 123° 8' 0" West? wrong.<br />wrong, wrong, wrong.<br /><br />4 dollars can buy you all the memories you never made, places you've never been and people you've never known. it's the creation behind the faces of strangers, buildings and cars that counts. how many souls have you stolen? running counts mean nothing, it's final.<br /><br />this out of tune piano is begging to be sung to, a warble and a whisper and clean, soft fingers. i want to play you, touch you, soft to start yet harder still. to drown out the drone of the television with a major and minor chord and damper pedal. i wish you were closer to me, you echo too much in the emptiness of the living room.<br /><br />my chai tea keeps me locked to this chair, but soon i must venture out into the world and rain.<br />lists have been written and destiny has been handed to me.<br />it's grocery day.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-1149730131424065692010-06-02T00:26:00.002-06:002010-06-02T00:35:43.749-06:00wait upbeing marginally employed has perks and downfalls.<br /><br />one of the perks is an unimaginable amount of free time. one of the downfalls is an unimaginable amount of free time. another is a lack of consistent income. oddly enough, i'm having more of an issue with the free time. i spent time at work today even though i wasn't working simply because i a) and nothing better to do and b) actually really enjoy being there.<br /><br />i'm learning how to sew this month. i'm also trying to get band stuff organized and trying to figure out ways to make cd sleeves. i found a few things on the internet that would be real fun to make for our EP and since i have this abundance of time, i really hope to get myself to the reuse centre and dig around for cool looking things we can craft.<br /><br />i'm honestly so excited about band potential right now. i think we're at the right amount of dedication to finally get ourselves in gear. i've been thinking about this lack of work thing all wrong. i have 3 weeks to get my shit in gear. in this time before training, i hope to<br /><br />1) get a trip to ikea going so i can cure my storage issues. my closet is a disaster that needs to be remedied.<br />2) sew myself an article of clothing. from scratch. this will be huge<br />3) do all my own alterations on dresses and shirts that are begging for fix me ups.<br />4) do another all out purge in my room, i need to get rid of some of my stuff.<br />5) make "proto-types" for EPs.<br />6) finish recopying all my lyrics/poems/song ideas that are shoved into binders from scraps of papers and notebooks so that i look like i have some sense of control over my intellectual property.<br /><br />no more bored! i have tons to do and more often than not, it requires insane amounts of creativity. i'm so excited about my creative life i can barely think about sleep. again.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-7477388923201073392010-05-22T23:14:00.003-06:002010-05-22T23:22:54.240-06:00this is goodsomewhere between sensual and drunk.<br />that's the best place to be, i reckon.<br /><br />so much is going on in my whirlwind of a little life i can barely keep up.<br />i want to write a book about it. which no one will read.<br /><br />i want to go swimming with all my clothes on.<br />i want another bottle of wine and a surplus of short videos about friends and family.<br />i want to cuddle.<br />i want to get caught in the rain, alone, so i can dance with no one watching.<br />i want someone else to change my guitar strings, because i'm really not looking forward to that.<br />and i'd really like to be on a greyhound bus that is almost just about to get to jasper, which will then get to blue river at 2 am (pacific time), which means it will get to kamloops at around 5 am, which means i will fall asleep and wake up to the coquihalla highway.<br /><br />i'm all a flutter lately, and i'm very much looking forward to the next week and all it's wonderful events and outings. rararararararah!<br /><br />(cross our hearts and hope to die, swear by stars that light the night... and i can't help but feel like this is good)sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-24087134363638059552010-05-13T03:25:00.002-06:002010-05-13T03:33:49.874-06:00drive well sleep carefullymy computer goes into automatic sleep mode in 4 minutes.<br />i am done lying in bed. i'm restless yet exhausted but for the past 3 nights it's been the same story.<br />if i leave my door open, the ticking of the clock in the living room beats on the offbeat of my ticking clock in my bedroom and i feel trapped between two distinctly different worlds. how many other clocks are there on my block alone, ticking? if we added them all together would they produce a constant sound, similar to a buzz of sorts? similar to the static of the universe? to channel 116 on my television?<br /><br />i feel overly stimulated yet lacking creativity. that isn't fair. with insomnia comes strokes of genius. comes guitar chords and progressions and lyrics and melodies. or poems or stories. instead all i feel is a vast amount of nothing and slight contempt at how content i am laying still and silent with absolutely no pay off. this isn't the way it's supposed to go.<br /><br />i have 2 minutes. i have nothing of importance to say yet i feel i should be saying something. the methodical ticking soothes me in ways i am not exactly ready for. i feel like a shark on it's back. this isn't the way insomnia is supposed to work. instead of creativity, i am getting sick. i'm exhausted and lethargic and i don't get why i can't just sleep anymore.<br /><br />everything smells a different way too. my shampoo, lemons, garlic bread. i left my ipod on for the past 2 days. it's been playing my top rated playlist for 2 days and i haven't even felt like listening to it... but the subtle clicking sounds tells me it's working. the hard drive inside is spinning yet the lack of sound is counter-intuitive.<br /><br />apparently my computer gives me a 10 minute warning before it shuts down. usually i'm asleep for this part. i feel top heavy, yet sleep isn't coming. i knew i shouldn't have rearranged my pillows.<br /><br />8 minutes 13 seconds.<br /><br />silence. stillness.<br /><br />7 minutes and 17 seconds.<br /><br />where did the last 66 seconds of my life even go? sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.<br /><br />6 minutes and 25 seconds.<br /><br />your sunsets are amazing this time of year.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-66377484776956072902010-04-22T15:58:00.003-06:002010-04-22T16:04:41.789-06:00i wonder if my breathing sounds loud to these people?i hate studying in areas with people because i'm incredibly distracted by noises everyone makes. usually, to solve this problem, i have ear plugs that i use... today i do not have these. however, when i do wear them all i can concentrate on is how loud my breathing is. then i start wondering if i sound as loud as i think i do to people around me and by this time my focus is non existant.<br /><br />i want to go fly a kite.<br />right now.<br /><br />plastic bag plastic bag plastic bag.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-50869044649781819922010-04-17T02:02:00.002-06:002010-04-17T02:04:28.949-06:00silver sole.it's well above normal in the temperature department.<br />tomorrow i could actually tan if i wanted to, however i enjoy having pale skin all year round so i'm going to not do that.<br /><br />just promise me we will see a thunderstorm at some point?<br />that's all i really want right now.<br /><br />or a sunset at the end of the world.<br />maybe tomorrow.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-44245561709057928402010-04-10T14:32:00.002-06:002010-04-10T14:38:35.522-06:00voluntary blindness from staring straight into the sun.it's around this time of year, season, semester where i get flashes of leaving everything behind in pursuit of solitary travels, oceans, rocks with barnacles on them, food i never consider trying, people i always want to talk to but never end up getting brave enough to, etc etc.<br /><br />that or drinking to the point of absolute stupidity.<br /><br />as i sit amongst a rather heavy feast of knowledge and research surrounding me at every single angle, i don't feel like doing anything. i could pick a paper topic that i was absolutely passionate about yet when the time came to write it, i couldn't give a good god damn about it.<br /><br />that's where i'm at now.<br /><br />my life is an endless cycle of repetition and i'm sick of going through the same motions every day. i'm sick of having the same fights every fight and i'm honestly so incredibly tired of having my future predicted onto me by my family. <br /><br />on top of this sense of caged possibilities due to school work i have no interest in doing, it's fucking windy. not just breezy, but gusting so that you can't breathe windy. it's allergy season and instead of rain i got snow. instead of rain i got wind. trees are budding in vancouver and i got snow. <br /><br />i'm being a big stupid baby today and i'm sick of always having it come down to this.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-37714380670217069652010-03-31T22:56:00.003-06:002010-03-31T23:00:19.141-06:0011439 ++sand, sun, salt, sunsets.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />because march is essentially over, in 5 months, <br />i'll be allowed back to the place of sand, sun, salt and sunsets. <br /><br />did you ever want something so badly?sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-50882200716959752742010-03-25T22:09:00.002-06:002010-03-25T22:16:35.054-06:00i'll take care of you.when i was in high school, i fantasized about losing my virginity in a dusty room with sun streaked air while listening to fractal pattern. i remember writing a pseudo-poem about how it would feel, what it would look like and who it would be with. <br /><br />what feels like years and years and centuries later, i have very much the same feeling running through my veins with beach house's new album. more specifically "silver soul". that song is just the right kind of sensual and moves me right back into a dusty room with sunlight pouring through a window. milk crates tossed on the floor that are supposed to be housing records. my fantasies and thoughts ruin my life in ways. i want someone who can somewhat understand my irrational love of music, which, more specifically would entail finding random songs "sultry" enough to want to have sex to them. this kind of stuff doesn't happen with a random person. it's been a long while since someone understood this particularly idiotic side of me and went along with it.<br /><br />dear los campesinos!... it's not that romance is boring... we just haven't found people who do it right yet.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-89732257695817182662010-03-21T15:03:00.002-06:002010-03-21T15:05:36.572-06:00wanting like verucai feel panicked and nauseous inside and i can't put my finger on it.<br />in every single daydream i ever had about my life in the future.... i never though i'd end up stuck this way.<br /><br />i don't think i'm going to come home tonight.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-80581011019596959172010-03-13T21:33:00.003-07:002010-03-13T21:35:31.106-07:00i want to get to know you, better.the past few days of the past few weeks have felt like a blur to me.<br />i can hardly remember specifics and time passes faster and faster.<br /><br />we are 4 days away from opening night,<br />i am 4 days away from a midterm i haven't studied for yet,<br />i am very excited for the run of the show to start.<br /><br />so much time, effort, energy and dedication have been put into this show. it's starting to come together and i'm getting anxious to show it off.<br /><br />and i would really like to go out for coffee and learn about what makes you, you.<br />if i had that as well, life would be pretty damn good right now.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-79720289203151406052010-02-25T21:05:00.002-07:002010-02-25T21:12:29.109-07:00fuck you, damien rice.i want to be the only person on the planet for one day.<br />like i am legend, but without the whacked out zombie mutant human things.<br />i want to get rained on and feel soaked to the bone.<br /><br />and even though i'm trying, i'm getting nothing in this place.<br /><br /><br />NEXT.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-73171153626428590202010-01-24T20:16:00.003-07:002010-01-24T20:20:57.857-07:00RESTLESSSSSSSi miss the ocean.<br />i miss the SMELL of the ocean.<br />i miss enormity.<br />i miss the loneliness associated with going somewhere by yourself.<br />i miss jumping into cold water.<br /><br />i'm pretty discontent with winter. <br />i have had a lot of fun, and with my own snowboard gear, i should still want to enjoy winter for a while. and... i guess i do... i want to go boarding but finding time to do it is a pain in the ass.... and grey, white, brown and grey are SO PLAYED OUT. i miss seeing colors. any colors. and windchill can f.o.<br /><br />usually when i get tired of winter, edmonton and miss the coast, i start going through websites to plan out my trip in the summer. i have travel guides and day trips in books and books on my desk for seattle and portland. i have numbers and figures for hostels bookmarked on my browser... and for a while it totally got me back into the spirit of being here...<br /><br />but lately all i want to do is run away. somewhere west, somewhere alone where i know no one. i like the rain. i want the rain. i'm sick of snow and wind chill. <br /><br />i'm entirely restless and it's not going away if i don't think about it.<br />for the amount of time i spend wishing i was there, i really should be living in vancouver by now.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-23509352952222542122010-01-16T19:01:00.002-07:002010-01-16T19:05:51.991-07:00staccato.my pale skin glows in your dimly lit room. i've got a bird's eye view to everything you are and i love how you see the world. i froze up. i'm sorry.<br />if i could do everything over, i'd press repeat until i felt satisfied and full. until i felt like i could tackle the next bought of indeterminable time sleeping alone.<br /><br />but i don't want to.<br /><br />we'd sleep like puzzle pieces and then make waffles after everything is said and done. nothing lasts forever but this is just cruel. <br /><br />i barely know much about you, but i feel welcome in the life you have found for yourself.<br /><br />i wish we fucked that night.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-10261300154845596172010-01-05T10:34:00.002-07:002010-01-05T10:41:00.631-07:00killing time!!! (with gin and lime, not reeeeallyyy)i didn't write a "new years 2009 recap" blog this year.<br />ON PURPOSE.<br /><br />last year was like a set up year. this year, good things are going to happen.<br />at least i hope so. no more wasting time. go for broke. or something like that.<br /><br />new vampire weekend on constant illegal play right now. who the hell do they think they are? paul simon? i love it. keepers of the backbeat.<br /><br />i'm feeling optimistic. i have one more stupid year of my degree. i could have a semester only. we'll see. i might change my mind about spring and summer courses. probably not. because in 8 months, i'm going to portland, seattle and vancouver for 2 weeks. ($$$$$$$)<br />planning that out is a mood upper when i'm feeling vindictive. god i love that ocean.<br /><br />i have a constant want to go snowboarding. that's new. i might not just be all "fuck winter ARG" all the time. at least this is something that can get me through the "winters" in vancouver when i move too. <br /><br />i shouldn't be counting my life down to events, but with so many things coming up in the next year, i can't help it. <br /><br />i wanna spend a weekend on a train somewhere.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-42975060515544973832009-12-27T21:53:00.002-07:002009-12-27T21:53:55.224-07:00anthems."whatever happens in the end," she said, "i don't want to lose you as my friend".<br />he looked into her eyes, "i promise i will never be your friend, no matter what, ever"<br />her voice cracked, "if we fuck, i'm gonna feel like shit tomorrow"<br />"that's ok with me," he said. he lifted her shirt over her head.<br />"i love you," she said. "i never hurt you on purpose."<br />he nodded, "i don't care."<br /><br />he would not be going to italy.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-79100299682610190612009-12-16T00:58:00.003-07:002009-12-16T01:00:18.945-07:00misssssssssadventures.i miss the ocean, i miss the sand EVERYWHERE.<br />i miss green space, not freezing to death after leaving the house,<br />crunchy leaves under my feet, allergies due to blooming outsides, hell... even hayfever.<br /><br />i'm having a sudden burst of "seasonal "fuck everything" disorder" it's only momentary and i'm still pretty ok with life, but i miss a lot of things i can't have right now.<br /><br />and i really wish i was 1600km southwest of here. <br />even for a few days, it would do me a world of good.<br /><br />i fucking miss that ocean.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-39079030829382954532009-12-13T00:53:00.002-07:002009-12-13T00:55:44.886-07:00i shouldn't be doing this.i pulled out the suitcase of "stuff" and started reading all my journals.<br />i shouldn't be so shocked at how things around me have changed so much.<br />6 years is a very, very long time.<br /><br />it is still weird, reading things that i vividly remember doing.<br />conversations i can still imagine having.<br />then i got to that summer entry.<br />we had crayons and drew pictures.<br />and i had totally forgotten about that.<br /><br />there's a lot of things that i keep deep down inside.<br />i shouldn't, this is who i was and i need to accept that.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-75853389928115107662009-12-07T21:28:00.002-07:002009-12-07T21:30:42.457-07:00past in presentyou do a lot of thinking when things go wrong.<br />it's been a long while since they have.<br />and i've been seriously considering this for months and months and months.<br /><br />and i want a do over. <br />i think that as we are now, we'd be pretty damn great.<br /><br />and everyone likes to double clap in songs.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-19464232940742771802009-12-05T01:36:00.003-07:002009-12-05T02:27:08.196-07:00wintertime is here at last!this quiet little city i call home has been under a winter storm warning for a fairly long time and as a result, there is a foot of snow outside that was not here last night. as i trudged outside to get my errands done and realized in the process of syncing up my ipod, that my favorite album at the moment had magically erased itself from my portable music device... i had to rely on other miscellaneous music.<br /><br />which lead me to find my wintertime playlist and ultimately made for the most satisfying day ever. because this weekend is looking to become a "stay in bed with lovely covers" type of weekend, i feel like sharing some music to encourage the laziness that comes with the first major snowfall of the year.<br /><br />SONG 1:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nG_iDAEDt6s&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nG_iDAEDt6s&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />this song has been THE first song i put on automatically when it snows since i first heard it in December of 2001. i can't argue with time-honored traditions, can i?<br /><br />SONG 2:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrQRS40OKNE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrQRS40OKNE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />how i love harmonies. the minimalism in instruments used for the first 40 seconds combined with harmonies and reverb make me feel like i'm walking through a snowy forest.<br /><br />SONG 3:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXSRZ1esX_g&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXSRZ1esX_g&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />animal collective has an amazing way of turning music into an experience. this song is such a great collection of sound and noise and energy.<br /><br />SONG 4:<br /><br />while this song is not available on youtube at all (sadface), Small Sins - We Won't Last the Winter is a commonly played song during the winter months. if you ever get a chance to check out this band, do it. love.<br /><br />SONG 5:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDZrkFm7Ji4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDZrkFm7Ji4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />i love britta persson's voice and the calming guitar of this song. this type of mellow, lazy cuddle song in the winter is the best.<br /><br />SONG 6:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqSTUMlU1Q4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqSTUMlU1Q4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />unfortunately, the only video that could be found for this song was a live video. either way, still a great happy song to listen to while walking in the snow.<br /><br />SONG 7:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCad3daqu-Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wCad3daqu-Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />gregory and the hawk. simple guitar melodies and a haunting voice combine to produce some of the saddest and prettiest songs i've heard ever. <br /><br />SONG 8:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oYzorDh1uY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oYzorDh1uY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /> <br />naturally one of my favorite bands would show up on here (more than once, may i add) tackling the rather unpleasant things about long, canadian winters.<br />how wonderful they are. how nice and wonderful they are.<br /><br />SONG 9:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnplYvjBaKI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnplYvjBaKI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />ra ra riot is a band i put on a "must see live" list after being massively in love with them for the better part of last year/early this year. missing someone during the winter is the worst. <br /><br />SONG 10:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dVjV-dbtLA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dVjV-dbtLA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />this song gets on here specifically because of the lyrics:<br />"frozen land, frozen mind, frozen hands and frozen time, <br />everything moves real slow when it's 40 below". oh prairie winters. i'm glad sam roberts gets me through em.<br /><br />SONG 11:<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4i8ml0XnR4k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4i8ml0XnR4k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />this band rocks. simple. they are fucking good. my brother deserves a medal for getting me into them. a band who combines my love of foot stomping percussion, shredding banjo and big time harmonies is pretty much golden.<br />also, i am sexually attracted to the singer. is that weird? i like his vests 8)<br /><br />SONG 12:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zd6bRZ1LplM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zd6bRZ1LplM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />hi, animal collective. i love you ever so much. period.<br /><br />SONG 13:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0AXpufpHug&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0AXpufpHug&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />i like you, sufjan stevens. i like how you can turn lonliness everyone feels and make music that strings chords inside me. this one gets combo points for referencing christmas too.<br /><br />SONG 14: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdqdPVARIMU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdqdPVARIMU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />yeasayer is another one of those bands that i have playing in the background and forget about listening to completely yet am always aware of how much i love what's going on. gang vocals for the win. always.<br /><br />SONG 15:<br /><br />upon searching ardently and being dissapointed, i couldn't find a video of said the whale's "a cold night close to the end" but it's a beautiful song and a perfect way to end a playlist:<br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">and we'll make no tracks in the snow. we'll follow the lakes to where the cold north wind blows and cover for us both so we can hide. and if we survive the cold and the night in the dead of winter, we'll watch the sun rise on the ice together....<br /><br />and your hands and my hands as soft as the sunlight when the day begins... and as cold as the night blows in. and if we are to die tonight i pray with my heart that you'll love me forever... and at least we will leave here together</span>"<br /><br />so much love.<br /><br /><br />drive well, sleep carefully!sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-33841357475976736492009-12-02T23:47:00.002-07:002009-12-03T00:05:49.862-07:00devouring piece by piecei had a thought while taking a bath.<br />the lights were out and i had 4 candles lit. <br />2 were vanilla<br />2 were cucumber melon.<br />i love the way my bathroom looks lit by candles.<br />the same for my skin. it could never look that good lit by electric light.<br />i get a head of myself.<br />i make lists. i've been working on one that isn't a healthy one.<br />it's an unattainable list of my perfect person. <br /><br />this person lives in my sim world.<br />he is tall. he has brown eyes and dark brown hair.<br />his skin is light and he has a slanted smile.<br />he likes to wear semi formal clothes. he doesn't need to be bribed to wear a tie.<br />his voice is smooth and he talks about things he loves passionately.<br />some people think he's weird. he might be awkward. i think he's charming.<br />he's average sized and gives amazing hugs.<br />he can appreciate plaid more than the next guy.<br />he has mastered bed hair and 3 day stubble.<br />he knows how to be funny without being malicious.<br />he appreciates art. all facets. <br />he's musical. he's literate. he is open minded.<br />he is comfortable with a campfire. <br />he is at home on a beach.<br />he has soft hands and gentle eyes.<br />my mother loves him.<br />he argues back if he thinks he needs to.<br />he kisses my shoulder before falling asleep and knows how i like holding hands.<br />we like museum exhibits. we see them often.<br />we read books. sometimes together. sometimes aloud.<br /><br /><br />we fit together like puzzle pieces and he doesn't exist.<br /><br />i had a calming bath. i thought about this future that i could share with someone and i breathed in the steamy, vanilla air and cleansed my head. i feel fantastic. i feel soft and smooth and relaxed for the first time in weeks. i am ok. i am better than ok.<br /><br />i miss the sunsets on the beach in the summertime, but there's something about the sky here.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-49017331395636622522009-11-23T00:34:00.002-07:002009-11-23T00:44:08.027-07:00goodbye 24, 45, 59it takes a good friend to say you've got your head up your ass.<br />it takes a good friend to meet you in the park in the dark.<br />it takes an enemy to help you get out of bed.<br />it takes your lover to leave you to feel loneliness.<br /><br />i feel kind of overwhelmed by the next 2 weeks. i feel alone and lonely. i feel like cold toes and fingers are my reality for the next 4 months. i feel angry at these reoccurring headaches. and the sleepless nights, and the alarm-less mornings. i feel apathetic about relationships. i feel like there aren't enough hours in a day or enough days in a week. i wonder where my year went and what my final paper topic for film will be. i miss people i shouldn't. don't miss people i should. i feel like my toe nails grow ridiculously fast compared to my hair and eyelashes. i feel like i should be old enough to like fruit and vegetables. i feel like something is missing but no one is saying anything about it. i feel grateful and great-full and everything and all things and everyone and everywhere. and i miss my self proclaimed second home.<br /><br />but most of all, <br /><br />what i really wanna do is dance.<br />i wanna dance. i wanna dance. i wanna dance. i wanna dance.<br /><br />i wanna dance.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1306718852242983066.post-84484305124617256072009-11-19T00:48:00.003-07:002009-11-19T00:54:32.565-07:00our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn upi want to <br /><br />live in a log cabin in the woods<br />and wear flannel<br />chop my own firewood<br />eat food out of cans<br />walk to rivers to get water<br />feed birds sunflower seeds<br />take pictures of chipmunks<br />swing in a hammock between two 40ft tall trees<br />listen to the wind rustle through a forest<br />fish for rainbow trout on a dock while the sun sets<br />give up showers for sponge baths and dump water on my head to wash my hair<br />skip rocks in a lake<br />fall asleep with someone in a sleeping bag<br />walk on trails, singing to myself to ease my fear of wild animals<br />canoe to drop offs and jump out<br />taste the salt water of the ocean on my lips<br />feel the sun on the skin of my back<br />be on a ferry to vancouver island at 8 in the morning<br />stand on a pier with the wind violently blowing my hair around<br />kick the waves back into the sea, yelling "WE DON'T WANT ANY!"<br />watch a sunset on the west coast<br />curl up in blankets in a place i've never been before<br />write happy messages on random sidewalks with chalk<br /><br />i miss summer and it isn't even winter yet.sarah franceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575387394907350966noreply@blogger.com0