Random Channel Surfing

I actually got the internship at Lobster Press. I actually have a cheap (but good) place to live. I actually have a reasonably priced round-trip to Montréal. In short, I actually might move to Montréal... again. I'm so excited. Not a bit of me is scared. All of me is so ready to take on Montréal again. I know it's going to be different (being in that amazing city without Krystina, without any  of the stagiaires), but I know I'll manage. The only thing that makes me sad, is that I'll probably spend Thanksgiving alone. It's a good thing I have friends there now. It'll be cool seeing Leora (who's getting her Masters) and the Museum folk again. I'm so happy! Eeee!!

I applied for my dream job.  I had the interview already. It's in Montreal. I should have stayed. I still don't know if I'm going to get the job. It would be beyond awesome if I did, but I'm here... the job's there. Who knows what will happen. I'm beginning to wonder if the memories I have of this summer are as significant as I thought they were. I'm feeling isolated from the rest of Edmonton--even my best friends seem distant. I'm going through another one of my existential crises... Surprise, surprise. If you want to see my dream job's site, click here . 

Lars and the Real Girl Watch it. Ryan Gosling and Emily Mortimer are perfection.  Delusion... al.

Applying for jobs is so annoying. First you have to write your cover letter, making sure to include all of the pertinent information and leave out all of the superfluous stuff. Very tiring. Then you have to edit your resume and make sure that it caters to your future employer's needs. And finally, you have to check that your portfolio pieces are STILL okay... even though you know that they've been edited at least twenty times before. Le sigh. Why can't a job just land in my lap? I would buy free ice cream for everyone in the world if that was the case.... So far I have completed two of the seven items that are on my "List of Awesome Things To Come!!" list... (sorry for the redundancy in that sentence). I better get a job soon... I might just be tempted to stay at the theatre... Again... boo.

I hung out with my three best friends on Sunday night.  It was our Sex & The City  date.  While an enjoyable movie, it was so predictable. Near the end, I wanted to bitch-slap Carrie across the face when she... well, when the movie ended (I'm not spoiling it for anyone who hasn't seen it!). There is nothing worse than predictability in a movie. Anyway, other than the movie's predictability, it was a super-funny, much-needed, inexpensive date with my hunnies.  We talked about Nicole and my escapades... about my plans concerning my move to Montréal next summer... about Nicole's plan of following suit... about Jenn's wedding plans... about Janis' new boy. It's amazing how they make my life whole. We realized that night that my desire to live in Montréal has everything to do with the wonderful city and nothing to do with my stupid irrationality. *Fewf!* That was one twist in my story that I wasn't counting on... at least now I know. 

Yesterday was day one. Today is day two. Tomorrow: day three. After these three days of mourning, I will not be sad about being home. Being home is a blessing really. I missed my parents SO much. My bed is my own. My kickass radio and TV setup is still kickass. Still, Montréal me manque. Beaucoup. That is why I have come up with a "List of Awesome Things to Come!!" - Sex & the City with my sheilas! (Finalement!) - Oasis (with Matt Costa!) - Job-hunting! - Money saving! (Yaya! No more rent for me!) - Saint Alvia Cartel (on Against Me!'s tour) - Bedouin Soundclash (with Hey Ocean!) - random adventures with MY FRIENDS I know Montréal is incomparable and that my internal mourning will last longer than three days, but I will be happy to be home.  Eventually.

So I'm on the plane back home. I'm praying that it'll miraculously land back in Montréal as opposed to Edmonton. Fuck. You cannot imagine how crushed I am to be away from Montréal. I have hardly stopped crying. I'm just thankful I didn't cry in front of anyone (except for everyone on my flight, that is!). It's so pathetic. Last night, as soon as I turned off the lights, I couldn't control the mother-fucking tears and I had to bite my cheeks so I wouldn't sob. My heart was so overwhelmed with cold... It actually scared me because the rest of my body felt numb--it felt completely chilled. My fingers, my feet, my arms and torso... everywhere. Even my scalp! I laid in my twin-sized bed and let it all out. I haven't cried myself to sleep since I was a little girl... and now, at the age of 22, I feel homesick for a city that isn't my home.  Why did this summer have to be so incredible? Why did the people have to be so amazing? Why d

"I'm going back home to the West Coast." See you in nine months to a year, Montréal. No more metro. No more awesome Starbucks staff. No more French Olympics. No more Outremont. No more Côte-des-Neiges. No more... no more... no more. It'll be great coming back to this city in a year. Especially coming back with Nicole.  Moving here means that yet another alteration will have to be made to my life-plan when I get home. I don't know if Guatemala is still in the cards. Montréal has overshadowed all of my old plans. Montréal. "Montréal, c'est cool ouais..." I visited the Museum today and told my friends my plans about moving back here. Élaine got goosebumps, Valérie hugged me, while Vicky and Marie-Claude told me that I could count on them when I return. I'm gonna miss them.  Why do nine months seem like an eternity? Fuck. Why do I feel like there's a huge knot in my throat? Why do I feel like Montreal won't be as ama

Last night I dreamt that one of my favourite coworkers was in Montreal for his layover from Europe. We met at the Trudeau Airport and reminisced over our awesome summers.  I told him I wasn't coming home and he told me he wouldn't tell anyone. I can't stop thinking about the certainty I felt when I said I was staying. Then I woke up and remembered how impractical it all would be and my feet landed firmly on the ground.  FuuuuuCK. In other news: BEDOUIN OCTOBER 25!! EDMONTON EVENTS CENTRE!  I know they're coming to Montreal in mid-October but nine days later, they'll be in my... home... town... ew. I must accept it. Je ne suis pas une montréalaise. Je suis le triste. 

I am going home at the end of this week. Fuck, eh? I remember the exact moment I wanted to stay in Montreal. It was late May and I was researching for the Museum (scanning websites, looking through papers, looking through magazines, etc), when I stumbled upon upcoming events on Voir.ca. "illScarlett JUNE 16", "The Raconteurs JUNE 25"... I added these two shows to Osheaga and Death Cab and knew.  I have to come back. I need to live here. To quote my good friend Lucina once more, "Montreal is where the party's at..." It's been SO hard to make this decision. I love this city.  Here are SOME resons why I love it so much:  I have FRIENDS here.  Did you see all the concerts I've been to this summer?? Its beauty makes me forget that it's hot and humid. I don't see effin' trucks every five seconds! It's close to every awesome town (think NYC, Ottawa, Toronto, Quebec...etc) In short... Montreal is perfection. Why would I want to go home?

We five (I'm not pictured, hahaha!) went to the most amazing concert I've ever been to. And, I know that I always say that, but honestly, Radiohead was beyond words. Thom Yorke's voice was awe-inspiring. It's funny now, but during his ballads, all THIRTY-THOUSAND spectators were silent. THIS shocked the shit out of me. It took us 1 1/2 hour to get out.... *grumble* The above picture was the best one we took all night. Thom Yorke is the most perfect man. The following is the most shallow thing I will ever say: even if Thom Yorke is not that attractive, his voice and talent more than make up for it.... mmmmmmmm...

So Osheaga was WONDERFUL!! It took me a while to get inside the actual venue, BUT thx to the wonderful Dine Alone people, I finally got in. I handed out Sleepercar flyers (400 to be exact....), got a few papercuts, but overall, it wasn't too bad. I missed Sleepercar's set (Fudddgge!) but I could hear them from the Media/VIP tent. They of course played "A Broken Promise, " and I hummed along. Ah, wonderful, wonderfulness! I spent the entire time with my roommate, Marc, and his friend, David. 'Twas fun. Marc is the reason why I managed to get pics of the bands, haha! I am so short that I couldn't even see the stage. How sad. BUT, both he and David are over 5'11". OSHEAGA!! METRIC!! IGGY AND THE STOOGES! !  THE KILLERS!!   Anyway, when we got home, Paul was there, too!! (He was picking up his stuff before he left for France this morning) We had some last-minute roommate goodbyes, then went to bed. I can't believe I only have 11 days left here.... W

I. Am. On. A. Guest. List. Yep.  Me. I am going to one of the coolest music festivals ever because I managed to snag a spot on the guest list. Eeeeeee!! I am uber-stoked! Thing is, I will most likely be by my lonesome... :( That kinda sucks but I won't mind too much... I hope.  How did I snag said-spot?? By supporting the world's best indie label: Dine Alone Records . Please check them out!! Their bands are sooo amazing. Don't believe me? Just check out this mini-list: Bedouin Soundclash , Sleepercar , Black Lungs , Attack in Black , Arkells , City and Colour ... and the list goes on. So Osheaga will most likely kick ASS! I will be witnessing the greatness of Sleepercar, Plants and Animals and Metric tomorrow!! (Oh, and the Killers, too but I am not too big a fan of theirs... but STILL!!) Knowing that Iggy and the Stooges will also be in my vicinity is very awesome, too. *SIGH* I am very excited.