A Post For Being Stoned

Matthew's here.
He's playing Warcraft 3 on his laptop and I'm writing a blog post (apparently) on my parents' computer. We're listening to reggae, potentially to his dismay. Meh, Bob Marley and Lauryn Hill have been making the last few days bearable. Half an hour or so ago I attempted to listen to Damien Rice's cover of Leonard Cohen's song "Hallelujah". Good artist singing a good cover of another good artist's song sounds like a good idea, right? Wrong. As it happens, I'd over-looked my previous emotional reactions to Damien Rice and Leonard Cohen, and especially, to the song "Hallelujah". Anyway, I've again fallen back on Bob and Lauryn. Or, in the matter of this particular song, Lauryn and Ziggy. Because as unbelievably depressing as some of these songs are, they can always make me feel better. Perhaps because I'm imagining being stoned in Jesse Hefling's car with Adrienne Arsenault last year. Perhaps because I'm imagining being stoned in Jamaica. Who fucking knows?
So, my parents and sisters have been out of town for the last two weeks. They were expected to come home today however now my nine-year-old sister, Rachel (AKA Pooh) is in the hospital in Montreal. She is dehydrated and hooked up to an IV. She's been there for three days and the doctor seems to be reluctant to send her home, especially on a eleven-hour car ride. In any case, the family doesn't seem to be coming home today. As long as Pooh is getting better, I don't mind being alone for a little while longer.
I've given up hope on reggae. It stopped making me happy. So I'm listening to Leonard Cohen because he's fucking God. Blasphemy makes it all okay. Haha. P.S. Although this all sounds very depressed, it's not. Okay? Okay. Good.

-1991kmh

A Post For Hopelessness

I

I feel like I am
Limited by this format
In expressing life

II

Listening to Bob
And Lauryn sing about life
Makes me miss living

III

I thought I was past
This shit that I've always done
And am doing now

-1991kmh

A Post For a New Friend, an Old Friend, and a New Friend

It's been an entirely eventful week.
First of all, although this has been previously mentioned, my new friend, Dee, slept over on Saturday night. It was absolutely amazing and my awe hasn't quite worn down at this point. Dee is one of the most wonderful people I've ever had the pleasure and the privilege of spending the night with.
Secondly, on Monday morning I received a pleasantly surprising telephone call from my best friend in Fredericton, Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn: I'm at the bus station.
Kaitlin: Oh yeah? Where're you going?
Kaitlyn: Your house.
Kaitlin: HOLYFUCKINGSHITMOTHAFUCKINJESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!!!
So obviously I had the coolest possible week of all time. We did the same old thing, being the same thing we did all summer, in the old days. We ate pizza, smoked cigarettes, and watched the L Word. It was absolutely fabulous.
Thirdly, I'm moving out! Pretty fucking sweet, right? Next week. Que gasps. On Lonsdale with my friend, and supervisor, Carol.
Woah, that was all I had to say.

-1991kmh

A Poem For the Congregation

Thousands of flowers
Bowing their heads in a field
With a word, they rise

-1991kmh

A Post For an Empty Bottle of Green Shit

My new friend, most definitely, Dee, came over to my house at midnight. It was not a typical initial encounter. We immediately acted as though we'd been close friends for quite a while. There was no awkward conversation or uncomfortable silence. It was pretty fucking sweet. Neither of us shut the fuck up until five or six in the morning when we fell asleep. As it happens, I divulged a hefty portion of my life's story onto her plate. I like to think I listened just about as much as I spoke. In any case, I had an exceptionally good time and was blown away to discover she was even more excellent IRL than on Facebook.

I wanted to write
A haiku for Dee - my friend -
But I'm no poet

Oh, and, my boyfriend came home at about eleven o'clock this morning. I fucking missed him something terrible. I must admit that I was grumpy. I can't deny that I was a tad mad for no particular reason. There were a few things that we needed to talk about... and we did. Everything is better now. Rather, everything has resumed being extraordinary.
Anyway, I'm going to go play Spyro on my boyfriend's PlayStation. There are no Fire Temples, thank the Lord.

-1991kmh