Up Northern Wolves!

Happy Gypsy Days one and all! Its Homecoming week (nearing the end, I suppose) and the man who helped me move my fridge is our Homecoming Gypsy Marshall! How splendid. The Homecoming Queen, on the other hand, I have never seen in my life. I guess when you are in the marching band you're really not expected to know people. Tomorrow will be a crazy day of marching in the Gypsy Days parade and at the big football game. This is such a stereotypical american college. It makes me laugh.

Sufjan Stevens was phenomenal.
They shook me up inside and got me excited about music and touring and life and future. They were absolutely electric and ecstatic and blew me away. There were at least 9 of them crammed onto the stage in the Sokol basement, all dressed in coordinated orange and purple Illinois cheer outfits.
I love love loved it.
Omaha was wonderful. I can't wait to go back to the city. The Decemberists play at the end of October. Maybe I will actually SEE them this time around if I run away to Omaha again.

We went to the zoo in the morning and saw gorillas. I stood and stared at his hands for what felt like forever. They looked like "strength" if you could see the word materialized. The elephants were so beautiful. I am always amazed that an animal that is so massive, wrinkled, and grey can be so incredibly beautiful. There were also tons of monkeys just tossed in at the oddest places and more tigers and other felines than I have seen in one place. The Omaha zoo is definitely one to see!

Its an antisocial night for me. I am hiding out all by myself, trying to finish up my drawings, listening to radio feeds over the internet. I have been in high spirits lately, despite my horn and I having bitter disputes on and off. Maybe it is because I got my scarves and mittens out at last. Unfortunately there's a warm spell coming up so they will have to hang behind my door for a bit longer. It's supposed to be 90 on monday (Fahrenheit that is). Yeesh! Doesn't sound like October to me! EEEK! I can't wait till October. What a beautiful month.

I really miss Edmonton in the Autumn. There is this place in the river valley that I loved to sit when the leaves were yellow, on those two or three days before they fall to the ground. There was a perfect little crevice to lay back into and look up at the bright yellow against the bright blue sky. I will never forget that spot.

I haven't been writing to people nearly as much as I'd like. I suppose I should be doing that right now instead of typing this pointless blog. I've been busy as always, but now there is a new demon (or should I call it an old friend?) that is absorbing valuable sleeping hours. I'm getting sucked back into Garage Band. I have a few songs on the go, but knowing me they will never be fully finished. I will avoid it tonight until I finish all 18 drawings I have to do... better get on that.

We got fish! There are four of them! They are so precious! I get to name the one with the little black stripe on his head. It looks like a mohawk so I was thinking Judy or Ramona, but I also kind of want to name it Django. I suppose it depends if I decide if it is a boy or a girl. I will be sure to keep anyone interested updated on my dear fish's name.

Goodnight.

I hate the trumpet. I want to smash it.

Shake it in the grave.

Have you ever wanted to party with the dead? I just did last night. It was splendid. There was a Zombie Party at the home of dear friends Tara, Robin, and Emily. What rad, rad ladies and a rad, rad night. I went as the late Audrey Hepburn.

There was a dead scene kid,
dead batman,
a really intense burn victim,
and many other random dead people.

What a night.

The strap on my accordion broke this weekend. Its pretty much driving me mad because I just want to play it. My trumpet teacher asked me to come play accordion in his music appreciation class and I decided I would try to learn La Vie en Rose special to play for them. Now I probably won't because I will take too long deciding whether to make one, order one, or fix this one somehow. Go team indecisive!

I managed to forget my frustration briefly when I went walking in the rain today. It was wonderful. I got incredibly drenched and then went to the art studio to work on my perspective project. Drawing class continues to be incredibly exciting. I keep surprising my self and drawing things that I didn't think I could do very well. At my last class I got up to get some water, came back and said to myself "Who drew that? I couldn't have!" I had been so wrapped up in the details that I didn't realise what the entire picture looked like.

I'm going full out badass this week and skipping classes to see Sufgan Stevens in Omaha. Its a six hour drive and I am damn pumped. Word on the street is that Omaha is an awesome city so I can't wait to see it. It will be my first time in the state of Nebraska. I'm checking them all off, one at a time. Can't wait for Monday to be over and Tuesday morning to arrive with all its skipping town glory. I love long drives to lovely places.

I would like to thank my dear friend Mr. Knight for re-introducing Ron Sexsmith to me. He is utterly splendid. He's not the only thing I jacked from you that I adore though. Stars and Kings of Leon have pretty much been playing here in my little room non-stop. Thank you.

Can someone PLEASE tell me why I can't make titles for my posts? I want to make clever titles! Where is the title option? BAH!

My fortune forcast according to cookies reads.

"Genius is more work then genius."

&

"Good books are friends who are always ready to talk to us." (I love that one)

word.

First thing's first.

I love Black Tie Social.



Have a fucking awesome show tonight. You have no idea how badly I wish I could be there to see it. You will kill. I know it. I miss you all.

Next...

My brother might be MOVING TO BERLIN! He might get a 6 month internship in GERMANY!! THAT'S IS SO FUCKING COOL! GO CAMERON!! I can't wait to go visit him. It isn't even for sure yet and I am already making plans. Anyone interested in going to Germany with me sometime this year, apply with in. I may have to sell all of my worldly possesions to make the money, but hell, that's how much I love my brother. I miss you, Cameron.

I feel my chops slowly returning to me. I missed playing trumpet all day! I am starting to think again. God damn, I love music history. Woodsy spent an entire class talking about how hard and boring the material was but when he got down to it, I fell in love. I am such a nerd. I love school. I love books. I love learning about the Greeks, the quarter tones, Ethos, Musica mundana, humana, and instrumentalis, music's relationships with science, math, and astrology: music of the spheres. I am so glad to be back. I'm taking drawing! How cool is that! I'm gonna be a drawer mammy! And I am FINALLY back into french. FINALLY! Soon I will be able to turn the subtitles off and watch Amelie the way it should be watched, IN FRENCH! (Maybe that will take awhile, but STILL) My old habits are returning to me, good mostly. Practice, practice, study, study. I have, however, fallen into a familiar trap... the chalupa. DUH DUH DUH! I promised myself I would avoid American eating habits, the fried food, the pop, and yet, I cannot escape from my beloved chalupa. DAMN YOU CHALUPA! There are worst things aren't there?

Being single again... whoa...a bizarre feeling after what seems like a lifetime instead of 10 months. Lifetime in a good way though, that sounded all wrong. I don't know if I can handle being so distant from someone that has been so close. We talk, we're cool, but we are on edge or something, strangers almost. Give it time, right? Well, I'm impatient.

I want to go jam at the Rooster tonight. Tuesday nights is when all the ol' timers play bluegrass and country. Too bad I have no car and I'm already sick of bumming rides. BAH! I want my public transportation back! Thursday I'm gonna go play at Graham hall, maybe a little Yoshimi, a little Ain't No Aunshine, maybe wip out a new one now that I have all the keys back on my full 120 bass accordion.

I shall end with some word of advice, relayed by a dear, dear friend of mine.

"Always eat what the fat kid eats."

109 Days till Christmas

I am a destroyer.

I am cruel and selfish.

I watched a heart break in front of me. I watched it crushed, tight in my own fist, unable to release clenched fingers, just so that I could chase away my own dark cloud. It might have been easier to lie, to pretend, but just as cruel. There is a weight lifted from my shoulders but with it comes guilt. What a long wait for a bitter end.

I am sorry. I hope you will forgive me.

I just ate half an avacodo with my spoon that has a yellow handle, in my room that has an air conditioner, and on my chair that rocks a little. I'm back in Aberdeen, back in school. I pretty much didn't stop laughing the first two days I was here. I am working to get one dark cloud to clear from above me and then the year should be clear sailing.

It took only 2 days of class for me to get stressed out. I am turning to indifference to calm my mind. If these courses don't count towards my major in the end, who gives a fuck. Atleast I will be able to draw! Ha... ha... ha ha... heh...

I caught a cricket and put it in a fish bowl! I was hoping he would chirp a lot. Not so much.

I felt like I actually had something to say when I set out to write this. Not so much. Lot's on the mind that shouldn't be written down.

I lead a dull life...occasionally.
Julia