Note to self: raid Joyful Noise Recordings

Wooooow this track. Thank you Tegan and Sara.

On repeat http://t.co/ET2deryq2o
— Tegan and Sara (@teganandsara) January 24, 2014

Thanks

I wrote a big deep post, which was therapeutic but not the voice of this blog.

For now, I'll just say thank you for all the words and care. You were responsible for showing me to accept myself, and that's amazing. Somehow you convinced me I got it going on. And to all you ladies out there, it's okay to know it!

I think you're fine. And my friend in the south remembers how good you were. I've never craved an individual before. You are a sexy man, and you deserve to be dumb, wild, and free. Guh, I might throw up. 

Them shoulders tho.

Back to the natives.

The ultimate drug

... life!

Bring it.

Remember me? Let's hang. Time to get on down with your bad self. Read your face off, but discover new passion in life and relish old.

Singing, dancing, drawing, swimming.

Anything else that comes this way.

Blargh!

Mannnn sometimes I don't want icky thoughts turning my tummy over. Time to drink! Jk, reading, but I'll see you soon cider.

I got a plastic bottle of growers. It looks so hack compared to the glass. I don't get it!

Hey that's me.

A Tribe Called Red is coming to London @_@

OMG I CANT WAIT. 

This group is actually amazing, I had never heard tribal electric music before, and they were a fabulous introduction... er well I've still only listened to them. Anyways, I'm seeing them in concert for TEN DORRAH. Suck it, world. This is fantastic.

 And since I'm in a native studies class that analyzes the media, they might be coming to my class to talk about their experiences. So now I guess I have a reason to stay. Happy happy.

How does it feel like exam season again?

Guh last real semester. Am I done? Reading writing reading writing.

This Native Representation in the media is giving me less joy than I thought.

What is organization?

So uh... look an ironic video!



As far as Madonna goes... Evita is my fave.

It's been too long since I last danced under the light of the strobe.

boomchik