i'm on the right track baby

ME: sitting, writing my thesis. writing a scene where I had to look up what a certain aspect of Dene life was. I look it up. I click back to my "outline" notes. The paper, the notes, the research. It all feels familiar.

And then it hits me.

I've done this before. Not really, but really.

Deja-Vu. Hard.

I believe deja-vu is a way that the universe/creator/fate/etc is telling me I'm on the right track. That I am exactly where I am supposed to be, doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

And that makes me excited.

Rock star.

lazy weekend

Last night, as a surprise, my boyfriend took me to see New Moon. And I gotta admit, those indian boys are haught. This may seem all shallow and what not but for real: haught.

Anyways, my poor boyfriend sat through a crowded theatre of girls squealing, giggling, cat-calling and there may have been some howling... and that may have been me howling... yeah. He's a sweetheart.

I will be posting a more in-depth review of the movie later but I think first impression was that the eye-candy alone was worth it, but there for sure wasn't any good morals here.

Afterward, I painted my nails. I'm been on this colour kick and I played with all my greens and blues. It makes me smile.

We've honestly got nothing planned this week. I had a light-hearted discussion with one of my bff's about what it means to be Metis and her honesty and answers stunned me. We've never had this discussion so it was kind of crazy to hear her p.o.v. I'll write more on that later.

So happy Saturday and enjoy your weekend.

tenille's day - creepy photo style

I told you I was gonna do this. It amused me all day.

The day starts with the interweb. Charge the iPod. Check my email, facebook, bank account, blogs, and find out where the new classroom is for today.

Hair and make-up are next. My hair area is usually much more clean, but whatever. Just keeping it real folks, just keeping it real :D And the eye make-up is MAC. I think you should know how much I love this product. I love it. That is all.

This is part of my walk to the bus. You can see the grass path woven along the way. I have to cross the windy exit ramp to get there and dodging cars is always fun. And the walkway was full of rain and water today, thanks to all the weather we've been having. But I survived.

Just in time to see my buss pull away. And yeah, I don't run after buses. I'm just not that city yet. I took pictures instead.

I finally caught the next one. This is a standing room only bus, unless yo catch it at certain times in the morning. I hate the bus. I get bored. I text a lot.

I had to get off at an earlier stop to get to the new classroom. My day usually isn't this active. It was raining.

What? You mean you don't make-out with your AM Starbucks? Is it just me?

These are the creepy black squirrels that try and hunt you down when you walk across campus. No joke.

My friend M. waiting for class to start. It never really did We had no key. It was fabulous.

So instead we traipsed in the rain to White Spot, an on-campus restaurant, for brekkie. I love days that don't work out.

Num-num-num. Brekkie.

There was work-shopping, coffee drinking and laughter. A good day.

So I had to go back on the bus and I missed my stop so I managed to get to a train station and hopped on the Canada Line.

It was fun. I was near the front.

Then I had to hop on another bus, but at least this one dropped me off right in front of my building. It was still raining.

Finally I arrived home, after two buses and one train ride. This is the back alley to my apartment building.

That was my day. I'm a rockstar.

thursday mornings suck

I went to bed at 2 AM. Woke up at 5:00 AM. Got up at 5:30 AM. Today is going to be one rough day.

Random thoughts on my mind that I want to get down:

1. I was over at Lumlas & Pancakes and she did this post on being Indian in the academic world. I have so much to say on the matter, from my perspective (we're both pale-faced Indians) but I'm not sure where to start. But I will say something, because it's important.

2. I want to do a photo-collage of what it's like going to school. Like, real paparazzi-style. I think I'll do it today.

3. I had a horrible nightmare two days ago involving Vancouver, earthquakes and the feeling of being inside a building as it crumples to the ground. The song "Amazing Grace" was being sung by my mother. It was a scary dream. I could feel it. I woke up startled and scared and called her right away. She was okay and had not been in any accidents. ---- OOoohh! I have a fantastic/creepy connection here. Will explain in later post.

4. There is some news I can't share yet (but soon, hopefully) that took a while, but it makes me very, very happy. My heart is open to change and new possibilities.

I think that's it.

I hate Thursday Mornings.

I think I'll have some porridge now.

the process

I was talking to a friend from class a few days ago and she asked me about my process. I've been rocking out the thesis in the last week and thanks to my many, many Facebook status updates, she knew. So she asked me what was up and how I wrote so much.

I said "beer."

I did explain what I like to do is wait until Allen's gone to bed, close all the light except my desk lamp, turn the radio on low and crack open a cold beer. I place it on my super-special blue beaded coaster, pull my laptop nice and close, and start writing. The atmosphere is dark and cozy and intimate and quiet, but I still have enough music that I get into this groove.

But beer - beer helps it all.

I've tried wine and I just get plastered. It is hilarious. This one time I was working on an English essay and it was around my third glass that I must have wrote this is: "I am a genius. Super-genius. Will.E.Coyote - Super Genius." And I handed the damn paper in. The teacher handed it back to me afterward with a a big red circle around it and a "Really?" comment.

Yeah, don't drink wine anymore. Not when I'm doing actual writing.

Coolers are great but they do the same thing as wine. I get super tipsy. It's just way too easy to drink them. It's like freaking juice, you know.

So beer. Beer is the drink for me right now. I only have one a night, and I do nurse it, but it doesn't get me tipsy like wine or coolers do. Okay, sometime I do have more, and sometimes it does get me tipsy, but really. I watch myself.

Beer is my writing juice.

A Normal Night in Vancouver

Allen and I like to take off randomly to Chapters. It really doesn't matter which one but we like looking at the books, I like reading the cards, I like the sales areas, and then we finish off with some coffee. It works out for us both. He reads more, I read more, we drink. It's all the more better now though, because of Christmas Decorations. Christmas and me, we're tight. I love it. I love the colours, all the GLITTER, and the specialty coffee that comes out.

My poetry professor's latest fiction book. Love it!

Of course, ending with Starbucks. I think at the end of the year I'm going to post all the pictures that have anything with Starbucks in them in Chronological order. I wonder how many I take?

Kelly meets Jaydon

I'm fine-tuning a scene between these two characters. Kelly's been having a bad day - it shows in her clothing choices - and I want to show Jaydon as an opposite to Logan, the happy-go-lucky-Townie-charming-mo'-fo'.

I love writing. And beer. And inspiration.