M VL.

The trees,
             they keep changing
             and my mind's a fallen leaf.

The water all around,
             the ripples that it leaves.

Beautiful,
             horrendous,
                      can you see it, friend?

I've lost it.

The agony,
            the patience
                    the balance it takes.

Can you hold me?

What would Emily Haines do?

She would jump around the stage and be awesome.

Photograph by: THE GAZETTE/John Kenney

I'm in love with this woman.
Metric was fantastic last night.
I, unfortunately, did not get any pictures, so this is a shot from the Friday show. However, her outfit last night was even better.

Amazing. Simply amazing.




*Note: The Stills were also fantastic. Again, I didn't get any pictures and I can't find any from the show last night or Friday, but they were great.

Alienz, or, It Came From Outer Bass

Shapes and Sizes

Cryptacize

Sufjan Stevens

I could have posted this a lot sooner.

There'll be more of these in the near future.

This was a great show by the way.

Upcoming shows:

• Metric w/ The Stills
• All That Remains w/ Maylene and the Sons of Disaster & Lacuna Coil.
• Lights w/ Jets Overhead
• You Say Party! We Say Die! w/ Immaculate Machine
• Norma Jean w/ The Chariot
• Tegan and Sara
• Billy Talent, Alexisonfire, Against Me! & Gallows

This had to go somewhere new.

It creeps up in the dead of night
and sinks into your skull.
It sends the chills all down your spine
until the world goes numb.

He leaves you lying, shaking there
to die alone in sleep.
He thinks about your pain and
doesn't shake or cry or weep.

The voices creep into your ears
and shake your brain around,
and when you start to get some sense
there's not another sound.

Your muscles ache, you try to move
but you don't go anywhere.
You strain your voice, you try to scream
but no one seems to care.

The light seeps in and numbs the rest
'til nothing's as it seems,
until your eyes snap open and
you realize it was a dream.

La STM vous souhaite la bonne soirée.

I met a boy on the train.

We exchanged numbers.

We scheduled a date.

We met.

We walked.

We talked.

We sat in silence.

And then he left.

Without warning.

"It's nothing personal."

Prochaine arrête, Georges-Vanier...

Cons.

I got bitten by a child at work today.

My grandfather's in the hospital dying.

I got a cute boy's phone number yesterday.

Pros should always outnumber your cons.

Hair Cuts.

I haven't cut my hair in about a year.

I haven't had hair this long in 4 years.

Before that, I always had short hair.

It's very long now.

I hate it so much.

Hair cut on Saturday.

All of it.

Gone.

Symbolism?

Maybe.

Also, Happy October :]

My favorite month.