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Name: Ida Mae
Country: Canada
Metro: Prince George
Gender: Female
Interests: music, reading, photography, snowboarding, traveling, airplanes, walking, writing, climbing, hiking, mountains, indie rock, art, records, culture, journaling, strangers, eccentric people, coffee, getting mail, live music, epic films, natural hot springs, people watching, idealism, festival films, free spirits, Asia, yogurt covered raisins, peppermint shampoo, trees, camping, the outdoors
Occupation: student
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Member Since:
10/19/2005
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1. I like movie theaters more than the average person
2. I have a nastalgia for things that I've never experienced like old hollywood and the 60's
3. I speed even when I say I don't
4. I am a sucker for things that look cool, like macs, bright lights, and nascar in 3-d
5. I am better at pretending than real-life
6. I sometimes believe that I am a better person for going to University
7. I hate confronting people; I would rather just let things get worse
8. I will often look at old albums to escape the present
9. I like some popular music
10. I have a hell of a time finding where I stand
11. I think bad decorating is terrible
12. I like getting flowers, even though they die
13. I'm not always practical
14. I hate dreaming when I sleep
15. When I saw Iron&Wine I wanted to cry
16. I hide my eyes when I see blood on tv
17. I think that Disney Land IS one of the happiest places on earth
18. I would rather sleep all day than wake up early
19. I would rather go thirsty than drink steamed milk with tea
20. I wish Starbucks wouldn't have so many papercups but I go there anyways
21. I wish time travel was possible
22. I have never been in love
23. I have actually worried about agreeing on the names of my children when the times comes
24. I am really good at cleaning
25. Traveling makes me feel alive
26. I sometimes see movies twice in the theater
27. I don't have fun at indoor public swimming pools | | |
| fall is here I can feel it. Every time fall comes I write about if coming and it being here and how great this all is. Well it is great, but fall is school and school is fall and gone are the days of marquez and eggers, gone are the days of thoughtless wondering and street stalls and I have woken up to cool frosted lawns and the first person I greet is the city bus driver. The first book I open is all about the french and the huron and the first thing i hear is a lecture on the methods of psychology.
In october i have tickets to one of the greatest shows on earth. Iron & Wine is playing at the Commodor ball room. I have an extra ticket, if any one wants to buy it from me and come let me know. 40$ for something that may change your life.
Also if anyone has a research idea that they would like to share with me pertaining to pre-confederate history i wouldnt mind.
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| Yesterday was a windy day in Williams lake. A good day to think of death, a world without 25 cent candy machines, and cloning. It was a warm wind so it wouldn't be a tragic day to die. And if I oculd clone myself I would. And I would make my other self either get my degree or hold another job bringing in two incomes. I haven't thought of all the details yet, I was thinking maybe it could have the spare room and i'd feed it leftovers and bring it out when company was over. Im done my job in four days, and then the moment of moments I have to bring four rediculously heavy bags onto the Greyhound, while at the same time not being decapitated. Should be an eventful Friday. Then I have to spend my life savings on books that I may never wish to open and walk down halls full of people interveaving each other, with all their baggage and filled heads. And then when i get into the big halls, or the small halls, I will sit and stare ahead, once again contemplting whether or not I have mono and reminding myself that probably I just need more sleep, and then after I will most likely walk up the stairs to find the door locked and then I will find a new door and sit with the fish and awe at there marvelous colours and then I will go to sleep in a sad bed and have weird dreams about weird things. I look forward to this. | | |
| The summers almost over. The smells of starting new things linger. I'm talking about the smells of the hallways and the air in the morning and of classrooms and people and people in classrooms, and big lecture theaters. And carpet. Every year of my childhood and adult life September has a certain smell and Iv'e never been fond of remembering it. I'm not ever sure why. But this year will be more smells, and snow...also not fond of snow. Not in the school, life, everyday until it never melts and maybe even after way. So this all will start soon. Summer ends, lakes end, suanas end, Sonja time ends, yoga in summer ends, little faces with bloody noses and precious words and snack packs and skipping ropes. It all ends. I suppose there are things to look forward to. Buying books, most wouldn't think this would have any silver lining, but I like going in that book store and picking them out, especially if they say used on the side, and if I just decide not to buy them, also fun. Because then I just think of the money i'm saving. Then theres the coffee and the music and the concerts and all the classes that do not put me to sleep and experimenting different ways of staying awake in the other ones, and the new people and information overload and wine parties and dogs and snowpants and star skys and halloween. And the sneak reading of books that aren't for class when you feel like you should only be reading text books. And the bus! I also enjoy taking the bus and now that its free it's even more fun. At least i'm getting on with it. Im just about finished reading "A heartbreaking work of staggering genious" by dave eggers. A good read, different. | | |
| Sometimes I think that perhaps the purpose to life may be to relax on a high chair in some smokey basement, found in the labyrinth of a fortunate city, filled with intellectuals and poor fashion sense and listen to good jazz music with the taste of cheap wine lingering on your tongue while all the beat kids sit on their leather jackets and contemplate their futures and are inspired to just be.
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