09.09.06 - 4:26 p.m.

I'm not sick anymore! School's in full swing and my life is a swingset, with room for all. The last couple days have left me changed; I'm riding around on the shoulders of my sentimentality now. It seems a lot stronger and older than me. The crazy view I have is good, like peering over the edge and down into whatever's happening, and I listen to a lot of Final Fantasy.

At a Vincat house show on Thursday Zannie and I crept upstairs before the music, and found three dream bedrooms and a cat that truly looked like a little lion. Us four drank rounds of whiskey shots all over the place, and I had a good long conversation with Lucas. I confessed to him at the end that "I'm just here to make memories." It feels so shady sometimes.

The music eventually faded that night, and I headed out to meet up with John and some kids at a place where it was much louder. I never seem to spend more than an hour at Lucky, though, and as long as I'm still inside, the travel time between there and sleep seems pint-sized. My head's started sending me blurry pics of my future, and it's full of long, risky rambles through the hills of San Francisco in the dead of night. But it's still Saturday afternoon, and I still live in Victoria, and I'm still so happy about it.

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