A Bit of a Dedication

I can't believe that summer (more importantly, summer vacation) is upon us. I don't know what it was with this year, but summer just seemed like a vague idea, kept inside my cautionary mind for times when work was too boring. I just thought, "Wow, wouldn't it be amazing if it was real? But that won't happen, Neena. You can't enjoy yourself." It seemed like some sort of spiritual achievement, like nirvana or self-actualisation or enlightement (pick and choose). Just some sort of memory, something that even though we crave, we can't ever enjoy it for fear of overindulgence.
And today I felt the first sign that my dream is coming true. The smell of summer is spreading. It's the almost sickly sweet cherry popsicle, dripping all over your hands and running down your forearms while you scramble for napkins. It's the beer that gets spilled on your lawn or deck when you're out there with some good company. It's that kind of lazy, dusty, sunny smell after an afternoon nap. It's in the evening, when a storm is coming and the sun is setting; the air is sticky and humid and you just don't want to go.
I think the yearning is over. Something new has to begin. I have big plans to change my life this summer, even it means more time alone. I'm just a bit dizzy right now (no joke).

I Have To Admit I'm Experimental

Yes, I am vegetarian. Yes, that is an on-off relationship until I learn better self-control. No, that's not what this entry is about.

I have decided, since my birthday is coming up in a matter of weeks (approximately 6.4), to create a wishlist of sorts. This includes, most definitely, things immaterial; and will also include things that I am quite sure to not receive from anyone I know. If you happen to want to give me one of these gifts, feel free to contact me somehow. (I don't discriminate against people who wish to give more than one)

NEENA'S BIG BIRTHDAY WISHLIST (TO BE UPDATED):
-A boyfriend (preferably one being of an excellent wit, loyalty, sense of romance, and extreme fun)
-An interesting job
-Time for me to clean my closet
-Some magical power that enables me to find amazing music
-Self-control
-Patience
-Hair dye
-Some way to make me shorter
-An immense library of amazing books
-An immense library of amazing films
-Space for my two immense libraries (Room of Requirement?)
-A wicked camera (photography classes?)
-A black iPod, 30 GB
-Lots of chocolate.
-Drawing talent (art classes?)

Might as well be added to later.

After Brief Deviation, Normality Seeps.

Went to Virgin Festival this weekend. To say it was mind-blowing is an understatement of the highest degree. Both days were excruciatingly wonderful and it's just tragic that they ended. (Can you tell I'm in a poetic mood?)
Day 1: Fratellis started us off with an amazing set, even though I was sad that I missed the Fast Romantics. Listened to a bit of Secret Broadcast, then lunch consisting of surprisingly good fries and Pepsi. Much too hot to actually eat. Carolina Liar was next. They were alright, bit shaky. Time to wait for their autographs and dance around to Corb Lund (gag), then time for Three Days Grace. I've come to like them now. After getting their autographs, time for the Flaming Lips. How do you spell PSYCHEDELIC? Wayne Coyne (is that it?) surfed the crowd in a huge bubble while 20 people dressed as Teletubbies danced onstage. I hadn't heard much of TFL before, but it was amazing. Something worth keeping an eye on. I wish so much that I could have bought one of their shirts (they say legalise marijuana on the back in Russian), but they ran out. Much too soon for us, the day was nearing an end and we had to leave in the middle of Stone Temple Pilots. I like a certain description of Scott Weiland (?): "arrogant and cocky, lean, mean, and serpentine". It really fits him, I think.
Day 2: Raining in the morning, but apparently it hadn't in Fort Calgary, where everything was as dry as good humour. Attack In Black was our first show to go to, and we just sat there, taping Free Hugs papers to our chests and backs. After that we saw the Whitsundays and bit of the Spades, Stars was alright too. Ten Second Epic... hot. My main attraction (in more ways than one) was City and Colour at 5.10 pm. I will always remember that time. His voice is spectacular; I'm struggling for description of its effect on me. Every song, absolutely EVERY SINGLE SONG I was holding back tears. I didn't dare try and speak or I would have given myself away. During an impromptu "snack" we listened to the only hip-hop artist on the roster: Cadence Weapon. What a brave soul he was. You couldn't say he didn't have stage presence. Only he could have pulled off "I made a deal today - I'M SELLING REAL ESTATE!"
After cooling off with CW, the New Pornographers helped us wade back into familiar, comfortable waters with their slightly poppy sound. It was good enough to hold us until our friend was meeting us for the Tragically Hip Concert. I've never been a tremendous fan of the Hip, and I can't say that the concert converted me. It was still great fun to see the lead singer's antics, though. He must really dislike microphone stands, or else hold them below every other thing on this planet.

As for today, back to school for the second-last of four 1.5 hour segments, and the dramatic contrast struck me in the face repeatedly. Mostly everyone (excluding a few) is so mind-numbingly boring, I think I finally realised how much I truly despise school.
But overall, this past weekend gave the real definition of summer. Forwards we will go.

Quick Entry

Yesterday was the last day of school, today was our first day of exams. Exciting, hey?
I'm thinking of applying for a job not only at HMV but also at Central Blends... There's this one guy who looks exactly like Joseph Fiennes circa Shakespeare In Love.. Unsure how fit I am to work in a coffeehouse, though. Went to Riley Park to people watch and look like a total geek weaving my bracelet. Just thought I needed to update, that's all. I feel like writing but honestly lost whatever I was going to say.

NOTE: Panino = singular Panini = plural; both mean the exact same thing: Goodness
CENTRAL BLENDS SMOOTHIES = HEAVEN
Get the watermelon..

Early to Bed and Early to Rise Makes Jack a Boring Fuck

I'm at my father's place right now, and I am amazed that it's still possible to have 3 generations in one house. Most North Americans need more space than that, but we aren't North Americans.
I saw my best friend and her friend yesterday and Friday. It was hellish getting to meet them because the timing was screwed up, but in the end we found each other. As I was taking the bus home, I began racing raindrops on the window and my eyes paced. I suddenly became more acute in my senses. I could smell the new plastic/vinyl smell in the bus, and the bus driver's cologne. (No, not all buses are like that, that's odd.) The seats were cool and sticky, and the AC was blowing out from under me. I always sit the second row from the front, after the fold-out seats. Click. Tap. Focus. My eyes saw the rain, then the cars outside, (someone was looking at me from their tinted window), then the driver, and finally the people around me. I was rushing through everything, but it wasn't like a panic attack.
Kind of amazing, time went by so leisurely but then someone had to steal the fun.