An Open Box

So today I recieved a box of my things that Brynn has had at her place since we broke up. Truthfully, I could care less about getting the books of mine back, but it’s awesome to have Speck, my Pound Puppy and first stuffed animal ever back in my hands, and the envelope of some old song lyrics, which, over the years and many geocities websites and blogs, I have lost some of. I’ll be posting them up over the next little while.

While we’re on the topic of song lyrics, I think I’m going to totally rearrange that page- not only have the song lyrics there, but little notes about what the song is about to me, when I wrote it (if I remember), that kinda thing. At the least, that’ll give me something to do at work if it’s slow. I may also merge the Parts of Songs page in with the main song page, we shall see.

[Update]

Upon looking at the songs in the envelope, it’s mostly just song fragments and songs that already posted here, with a few exceptions. I’m sure I’ll be able to piece together some of these fragments if I recognize I intended that they go together, and if not, well, at least I’ll have some things to base new songs off of.

[Update the 2nd]

I just remembered that in one of the books Brynn sent back, which is a journal type book where we wrote/put stuff that reminded us of each other, has all the songs in it. I am so ready to laugh at some of these.

Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance

So, as always, I really fail at updating. Then again, as always, nothing too exciting is going on. Yesterday, I managed to actually get out of the house and go to the Stampede with a bunch of Nexopians. I met up with Melissa, who was in town from Vancouver at about 3, then we went over to Gary’s and played some Rock Band. At 4, we walked to the C-Train station by Gary’s place and met up with Melina, whom I had met a couple years ago at a Nex BBQ, and their friend Dusty. We took the train down to the grounds and met up with another of their friends, Heather, and made our way inside. We didn’t really do a whole lot at the Stampede though. We went into a couple beer gardens (no drinks for me!), walked around the stables where all the horses/cows/llamas and stuff were, where Gary was “inside a horse” as he said very loudly at an inopportune moment (the horse was just licking his hand and getting the hand in between its lips). We walked around the Midway where none of us played games or went on rides, though there appeared to be a distinct lack of rides to go on this year. We went around the Round Up Center, checked out some of the merchants and art for sale, bummed around the casino (no gambling for me!) and watched the fireworks. Dusty’s roommate, Colin, showed up at around 10:30, and he provided us with a lot of entertainment. He’s one of those guys that hits on pretty much every girl he finds attractive, but they all look at him like “wtf is up with you?” and totally shut him down. It was pretty hilarious. After the fireworks, I ran into Jeff, the brother of one of my very good friends from high school, Tanis. We caught up for a minute or two before having to take off for the train. Dusty and Colin went back to Gary’s to pick up Dusty’s truck and head home, while Melissa, Melina, Heather, Gary and myself went to Heather’s apartment to pick up her car, and then we went back to Gary’s house, where we all hung out until just after 3am. Melissa drove Melina home, we checked out her new motorbike and then Melissa and I got going to my place. On the way to my place, we almost got hit by a cab. Melissa was in the left hand lane, signal on, because we were turning left. The cab was on the opposite side of the street, in the left hand lane, signal on to turn left. Melissa pulls out and starts the turn, and the cab driver pulls out too, but then turns his signal off and keeps going straight. Melissa and I both scream out “what the fuck are you doing!?” and gesture madly at the cab driver, who thankfully managed to stop before hitting the passenger side. Other than that, I made it home safe and sound at around 4, where I proceeded to call Shay and wake her up to tell her I was home safe.

Things with Shay are just incredible. I’m sitting here thinking of how I can describe it, but all I can do is just grin. To have things just come together like they have over the last 3 or 4 months is just a fantastic feeling. I’m just excited about EVERYTHING when it comes to her- our daily (or nearly so) silly pictures and videos for each others, our MSN chats, our nightly phone calls, just everything. I’m excited for her to be moving out here in September, for us to get our own place and start living together, though there are still some lingering feelings of nervousness about it. I’ve never lived outside of my parents homes, so to be having Shay come out here and to live with her is a pretty big step for me to be taking. I’m probably going to be nervous until it actually happens, but I’m mostly really excited for it. September can’t come soon enough for me.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Matt Good’s song Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance lately, have been singing it in my head. I’ve always found that song profound, even more so now that I’m about to take probably the biggest step forward in my life that I’ve ever taken, that being moving out of my dad’s and into a place with Shay. To me, it’s always been a song about taking the worst in your life, taking what you’re scared of and moving past it, and that’s something I’m doing right now, and I couldn’t be doing it with anyone better.

Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance

Monster, a monster feeding
Like a climber lost in the mountains
I dream only of sleeping
Ain’t it something?
Ain’t this something?
Ain’t we something?
Nothing to move, nothing ever to explain
Just pillow clouds of poison gas
And moving on somewhere that always stays
Miles away…