This is a watercolor that resurfaced from the Canada era. It's Nina on a rock overlooking the swimming hole, but because the sun was setting and the light was changing too fast it's sort of incomplete. When viewing this, try and listen to a piano playing in a minimalist style.

A decent amount of shit has happened as of late; not anything I'm going to fill you all in on. 2009 is definitely going to be a new year. I had 3 stages of New Year's-- 1 was on New Year's Eve that was the holiest of New Years Eves involving looted sacramental wine, bread, hookah with holy coals, a silver jesus, a ouija board, and a minister. 2 was just spending time with Maxine, Isaac, Vivi and a few white russians. 3 was fucking epic and included going to Manhattan, drinking, going to Brooklyn to a dive bar, and then sleeping over my friend Lauren's dorm at NYU after more drinking. It sounds typical to many, but for me it was outstanding. Especially because I am not yet 21 and normally cannot do these things.

The world I live in now versus the world I lived in when I was in Canada seem like entirely different dimensions. Everything was a lot more sentimental, naive and calm. Looking back, it was a very fragile state of being. I don't know if leaving that all behind is a bad thing, but I suppose it doesn't matter seeing how time manages to press onward. Though, through some turn of events or a wormhole, maybe I can return to it and to Canada again someday.
For the moment I am welcoming the now and 2009 with open arms.

P.S.
Since this is also sort of a dream log, here are some recent dreams.

I forget when exactly I had this one, but I was in my old middle school's study hall room, and at the bottom was a TV and a bunch of VCR equipment. I had my iPod on in it in a visual form, but because it was a VCR, I had to fast forward and rewind through the songs like a cassette. I tried getting to some song-- I think it might have been a Max Tundra track, but it said it was going to take 1000 minutes in order to get to it. It fast forwarded kind of like a DVD-- it skipped through scenes. Somehow I went too far and the last track on it was an episode of Pete and Pete, and Arty was angry that people liked this other version of Arty with a mustache better than himself-- the original. I had to rewind at this point and watched Big Pete and Little Pete walk on a bridge, and then it flashed to Arty and his bowling ball, and then it was at the beginning where Polaris is playing 'Hey Sandy.' I stopped to listen at this point. This is also when I woke up.

A dream from last night, which was very short, just had me brushing my hair and then noticing a part of it was longer than the rest. I pulled on the long part a little bit only to realize that it was no longer attached to my head and I was losing a chunk of hair. Then Doug's voice was in my mind saying, "Oh yeah, Ellie loses her hair a lot too." And I was kind of upset.

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