(prose. for better or for worse.)

(fashion forward s&m to brighten your day.)

Tip of the day: sleep cycles come and go but my so-called life on dvd is forever.

haiku:
i go home early
you're sleepy eyes say it all
waiting for sunrise

February is threatening to drag its way into April. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. Lupe Fiasco was a bust. I'm spending all day every day either writing, or avoiding writing. In an attempt to be optimistic I'll admit that my discovery of vanilla yogurt has changed my entire outlook on life. Things are looking up. And even if winter is dragging on, the heavy snowflakes looked beautiful tonight.

(i wear my heart on my sleeve.)

Canadian Music Week is long over. Every band and their drummer from Winnipeg has vacated the city, for better or for worse. It was good to have them here. Caught the Details show at Rancho Relaxo, and probably will be doing a q&a with them for AndPop.

Speaking of AndPop, new article up with A Cursive Memory. Britney Spears, Paparazzi, Jerry Springer chants, and oldschool boomboxes. The whole thing is quite Pop Fiction, which by the way is terrible.

In other news, Toronto Fashion Week didn't kill me either.

In fact, while it was no New York, it was fun. Nothing was overtly inspiring, but I caught a lot of decent shows, and got to gossip with my fashion-forward friends. It came up in a hurry though, amidst 1000 essays, exams, articles and a new job. I'm exhausted, and glad it's over with, but it was fun while it lasted.

The new job lets me read, and despite what Oprah says, Their Eyes Were Watching God was not that good.

On that note, I'm off to read before sleeping. Class starts in T minus 9 hours.

R