Maybe....

what happened to music like this. It's so raw and emotional. it makes me crave REAL music about REAL thing.

Remember Jewel?

"You Were Meant For Me" was the first song that I ever sang in public. I was in Gr. 7 and my dad played guitar while I sang. It was in front of my ENTIRE school for a talent show. Listening to this whole album makes me so nostalgic. It makes me miss my dad a lot. I think I'll go visit my parents this weekend maybe. OH! speaking of this weekend. COme see Vanessa and I djing at Fisticuffs and help us cheer on KIKKI!

woooo.

Skratchin my Head...

over last night. oy. Well , again. apologies if you missed our set. Turns out we were apparently supposed to play for an empty room for 2 hours instead of just 1. I guess we misunderstood. Camp so Chill was apparently supposed to start at 9pm and we got there at 10pm and had to start immediately. We're a little sad that we didn't get to hand it off to Paul, but whaaatever. There were so many of our friends there, I ended up having a wicked time and danced the night away. Skratch blew me away once again. he's so fucking GOOD. man. Videos of Avery dancing onstage to follow.

Today I need to find a job.
I want a burger.
and a nap.
a;kfa;osifa.

whoa. first blog.

My life is preeeetty interestiiiing. you think you guys can handle it?

So I gave my two weeks at the drake last monday. which means I only have a week left there. I'M FREAKING OUT. I need to get a job so soon or I'm going to be so broke. I really don't know what I was thinking. I should have had a job lined up but I realized I just couldn't do it anymore. I probably sound like a huge baby and you're probably thinking "god it's just a cafe" and you're right it IS just a cafe but, i don't know, the politics there are pretty intense. Anyway, I'm sure I'll be fine, I'm pretty lucky with that sort of thing, but I'm still feeling the stress of needing a job.

In other news, Camp So Chill is opening for Skratch Bastid on Sunday and for The Cool Kids on thursday. BIG week.

Any of you that have been wondering about that painting I was supposed to be doing. You'll be happy(?) to know that I am throwing in the towel and with my dignity too! I spoke to one of the guys on the phone and understood what I was going through and reassured me that it was totally fine and to bring in what I have finished. He even said: "Stop feeling guilty, get a smile on your face, and get us off your conscience." As a gesture I'm going to take a pretty picture of the lake, or some sort of body of water, and frame it and bring it to them, just to show them what I can do and that I really am sorry. After getting off the phone with him, I nearly started crying. THAT's how relieved I was. Major major relief.

yay.