the sins of my conquests will save my soul.
iTunes is spinning: the stills -"lola stars and stripes"(tidbit: after seeing the best of wedge last night, i was reminded of all the cool stills songs i downloaded in hongkong, a pure influential reflection off off seth cohen's soul.)
so after a horrendous plane trip that brought me from,
hongkong-tokyo: 5 hours
stopover: 4 hours
tokyo-chicago: 12 hours
stopover: 3 hours
chicago-toronto: 1 hour.
= 25 hours of goodness.
on the plus side, i whilt away the hours in chicago by chatting it up with a certain young gentleman named luke donavan. i met him while we both were agonizingly awaiting our plane ride back to toronto. home for me, fun for him who currently resides in halifax. majoring in commerce and so far as i can tell, an all around cool guy who likes to play ball and ski. both of which i approve of. he told me i was cool, unlike most of the girls he knows who are 'boring'. girls aren't boring. we're equipped with so many fun qualities and trinkets. enough to boggle any young man's mind. the female species, a woman, girl, mother, daughter, sister, friend/foe... a chalice (dan brown reference). well. i would say that we're a dangerous specimen. beknownst to most men, the full pontential of our powress. heh. so back to what i was talking about. luke was telling me that on alexander keith's birfday the bars in halifax give out free beer!!! wow. that sanctioned a vote for going to halifax for a visit. i'm not sure what else does.
bah.
all along i was eager to come back. and now coming back. i'm not so sure anymore. i feel as though this year has already brought on so many changes. i'm a girl of changes... but i'm not sure i like these new changes. but in accordance to my personality, i'll prolly go on living without really acknowledging them or giving two turds. but deep inside, i'm a mumble jumble of confusion on how i want to proceed with my hardly lived yet. this body needs to see pieces of the world.
so i've been thinking a lot lately. that i'll be okay.
it's five thirty three: and the world is glossed over with a layer of snow and it's covering the happiness to my soul.
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