banjo

my face is cold. my cheeks are rosy.

the things not said between us, add to our silence. i don't know why i didn't realize it before now, i don't know if it's possible for us to move past it. but i can't tell her, i won't.

as i stood at a concert at the artel tonight, i felt a wave of nostalgia. i don't know why, i don't know what. but it was there. i stood listening, and watching the people around me. aren't people fascinating? especially musicians. i don't think there's anything i get lost in the way a musician get's lost in her music. but maybe there is. a person tends not to realize when they're completely absorbed in something.

it seems to me that fear is a good sign.

after the concert i said goodnight to tracka and harry potter... err, i mean lyon (tim cut his hair and totally looks like harry. it's awesome!), and went down to the goat for an hour to read. i had my ipod with me and totally enjoyed my chilly stroll. i wasn't there long, only just settled at a table when i saw from the corner of my eye someone approaching. like a sixth sense, i knew what was coming... he hit on me. i politely told him that i was just there to read and wished him a nice evening. poor guy, i kind of felt sorry for him. he seemed really nervous (which was kind of peculiar because i don't think i've ever made anyone nervous before). but! one must give the guy some credit for being ballsy. good for him.

after i finished meticulously reading (i made for darn sure that i would get a lot of reading done, i didn't want to turn him down in order to read and then spend the next 45 minutes staring out the window), i got on my winter gear and headed home. i LOVED walking with my ipod, that was only my third time using it. it was GREAT! it makes walking so much more enjoyable. i danced my way up colborne street in the dark, holding my free soup from the goat in my left hand. good times. this is clearly the beginning of a beautiful relationship. my ipod and i get along like a house on fire.

now's my chance to find out who i am without a man.