Something I've Always Wanted To Do

I have always wanted to go through my hometown and take photographs of the buildings, the people, the flavour that makes my city interesting and wonderful. Without a camera, though, this has been just a pipe dream. Ah! But my father has become a shutterbug in his old age and has purchased a few cameras over the last couple of years. One of them is a simple Kodak digital. Its not much, its not fancy, but its simple and portable.

Saturday I went to a movie with TG and a bunch of her friends and family. Great film, The Giver. Rather well done for a book to movie, they usually leave me angry, but not this time. I digress. Photographs. I was early because parking in Downtown can be a royal pain in the arse. I brought the camera with me and managed several decent shots, if I do say so.

This man was getting married. His future mother-in-law made the vest for him.

The Arts Counsel Grants building. First floor is a restaurant that I've never tried.  I've always loved the architecture.

This man was selling his wares near the river. He looked so sad and lonely, I couldn't help but take his photo. I may write a story about him one day.

There's an amazing sculpture that looks like a huge butterfly. Seriously, its wonderful. The wings turn in the wind. Something constructed purely of metal can look so elegant fascinates me. I also took a photo standing inside. Nice viewpoint.

Finally, my favourite. This is a young man playing an accordion. Its not a common instrument, but hey... its a hobby. He was just down the way from the older man selling bracelets. I was struck but the young man, busking for change and playing by the river.

There will definitely be more of these. It was fun, creative, relaxing. 

This Is A Strange Twist

I've felt like hell for a longtime. Not sleeping well, not eating correctly, not exercising, hearing or seeing things that aren't there. In short, I've been one messed up chick and I hated every damn minute of it. The other day, though, something dawned on me.

My mom said that she hadn't slept well. I said, "Oh? That's lousy. I actually slept ok." Then BANG it hit me, I've been sleeping fine for the past couple of weeks, no nightmares! Actually, I've had a couple of dreams that were geeky awesome (including one in which myself and Tony Stark had a water fight). Its nice to sleep without the nightmares haunting me.

Honestly, it feels kind of strange to feel GOOD. I've felt so bad for so long that to feel okay is different and weird to me. No medications. No therapy, not really any way. Dr B was nice and all, but I felt we weren't making progress, though that could have been because I was unable to go frequently. In a way it scares me because I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, but I think I'm just going to try and enjoy this.


I haven't injured in about three weeks and that's something. For a while there I couldn't go more then a week without injury. I'm not going to say that I'm cured, no more so than an alcoholic that doesn't drink anymore. He's still an alcoholic, he just doesn't drink. I'll always be an injurer, just choose not to injure.