years in the making.

Starting Monday!

[In your face, Cam Nikkel. You told me I'd never be able to do it.]

change.

a different time,
a familiar place...

Coming soon.

I wish I could pour out all
my deepest, darkest secrets.

it's my birthday.

I have a lot to be thankful for.
A lot to look forward to.
But I'm starting to wonder...
am I supposed to get used to feeling lonely?

cadavers.

Coming to Winnipeg...

oh, life.

So continuously complicated...

Old buried down feelings surface unexpectedly,

taking my mind & heart by storm.

The ripple effect of past loves & losses
still disturbs whatever wave it is that I'm riding.

Despite having no regrets,
I still wonder what could have been;
if things really could have been different,
that maybe I was just too stubborn
& full of resentment to
realize that they could have been.
I guess I'll never really know.

Dealing with my seemingly
countless back problems
has been trying
to say the least, but
despite it all I've mostly been able to
remain somewhat positive.

However,
there are days...
days where I just feel
completely and utterly
disheartened,
frustrated,
misunderstood,
alone.

I rarely complain or
even let people around me
know how bad it can be.

I can do what everyone else can.
I know that.
I just have to do it while in
moderate to severe pain.
Which at just shy of 26 years old...
I think is unfair.

Nursing is the only career
I've ever wanted.
It's the ONE thing I've been chasing.
The only thing I've felt
remotely passionate about
in my adult life for any
extended period of time.
So when people tell me I'm
going into the wrong profession
and should rethink my decision...
well, I want to tell them to fuck go themselves
because why should I have to give up
the only thing I've ever wanted
due to something completely
beyond my control?
I'm willing to take my chances.

Skeleton Key Photography

Check out my friend Kirsten's rad photography blog.

I'm a dork.
These are not my glasses.

The Suburbs.

Give it a listen...

Wasted Hours

All those wasted hours we used to know
Spent the summers staring out the window
The wind, it takes you where it wants to go

At first they built the road
Then they built the town
That's why we're still driving
around and around
And all we see are kids in the buses
longing to be free

Wasted hours before we knew
Where to go and what to do
Wasted hours that make you new
Turn into a life that we could live

Some cities make you lose your head
In this suburb stretched out thin and dead
What was that line you said?
Wishing you were anywhere but here
You watched the life you're living disappear
and now I see,
we're still kids in the buses longing to be free

Wasted hours before we knew
Where to go and what to do
Wasted hours that you make new
Turn into a life that we could live

Make a splash.

Weekends away are rad.