Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open

Perception is a funny thing.

Take two people and show them the same event. They’d both give you different versions of what happened. Coloured by background, past traumas, opinions, beliefs, they’d each notice certain things, gain certain knowledge and sure as hell would have two very different counts of events--right down to what someone was wearing.

No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love

I’m not a big believer in fate. Truth be told, I’m not a huge spiritual person to begin with. I don’t really believe in a higher power--or perhaps I’m just ambivalent about one. I’m a typical twenty something year old around these days. Not highly spiritual, open minded but pretty damn skeptical.

Unlike a lot of people my age, however, I tend to romanticize the idea.

"They're like humans but miniature. Teacup humans."

The best way I can sum up my personal feelings towards True Blood is that it’s very much like Grey’s Anatomy for me: unfathomably engrossing.

I could never really explain why I’m so enamored with either television show. For the most part I hate both male and female leads on both shows (Mer and Der on Grey’s and Sookie and Bill on True Blood) and I could generally go without watching them on a weekly basis. However, once on dvd or if I start streaming, I’m instantly hooked.

"You know, people underestimate the value of a good ramble."

I’m unsure (and frankly too lazy to look up) if I’ve discussed the fact that I started a small book club, but I have. I’ve decided to describe it as the non-lame, totally awesome, no-Oprah-allowed book club.

Basically, as you may imagine, this isn’t your mother’s book club.

Drop your socks and grab your crocs, we're about to get wet on this ride.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks and I know there’s countless reviews up already and I have seen these movies weeks ago but I have been wanting to write a review about them so here it goes.

You don’t like it? Well tough shit.

Just a second it's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?

Every so often (usually once a month) the Vancouver Art Gallery opens it’s doors to the night life, offering a different type of night on the town with FUSE. Combining art, music, and live performances, FUSE is definitely a twist on a typical Friday night, allowing you to not only see all the exhibits after hours, but offers a wide variety of different forms of art, each centered around one theme.

June was Girls! Girls! Girls! and my first FUSE event.

"So I am marrying in the Japanese style: for 999 years, but with the right to cancel the marriage each month".

I don’t know if I have written about this, but G and I were discussing that Vancouver has so much to offer and despite living here for 20+ years we hadn’t really taken advantage of all (read: any) of it.


This started off as a conversation over a dinner in which we were discussing how we had yet again managed to not go to Bard on the Beach and that this summer should be the summer we do it. We’re finally old enough to stay out late, that we all have (semi) decently paying jobs and since our small group of friends are not currently in school (next year, bitches), it seemed like the ideal time to, well as I titled our google calendar, get cultured.