CASIE STEWART

THIS IS MY LIFE • BLOG EST. 2005
LIFE

i forgot to tell you something

I loved seeing you last night. Your smile. Your laugh. Your arms. I like the way you make me feel. Happy. Your honesty is admired. I love you too much to let you just go. You make me happy and you also see right through my charade. I know you do. I like it but it scares me. More than anything. A scared-ness I like, I love. A scared that makes me love you even more because you, you are the only one who I let see the real me.  To me, you are the greatest. I wanted to tell you last night but I didn’t……I love you.

this is me a few years ago

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LIFE

some kind of broken social scene

 Last night the Harbourfront Centre was a buzz with fans of Broken Social Scene. I was looking forward to it and it was music to my ears. It was so crowded that it in itself, was a broken social scene. Cool crowd though, mix of hipsters, families, public drunken-ness and the smell of pot in the air. I love Toronto.

 

The best thing about it was that the whole BSS crew was on stage  including Feist, Amy Millan, Emily Haines and the boys. I didn’t bother to climb through the crowd but has Ryan has some closer photos and this one was my favorite. Look at Emily, so cute.

bss at harbour front by Ryan O'Shaughnessy

I made an amazing emo video walking through the crowd as Metric was on and Emily was singing Gimme Sympathy. For some reason, it got deleted when I added it to my computer. So sad, I can feel it in my bones.  It was beautiful and the sun was setting.

 Ran into lots of people but the one who made me most happy is Levey. The boy’s been in Korea for ages and I’ve not seen him in at least a year. Those are the best run-ins. The long-time-no-see-love-you-miss-your-guts kind.

It was a really pretty night.

 

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artventure #1107009

was nice to go to the AGO. as a member i should go  more often. there’s a new surrealist exhibit and it is beautiful. have lots of old clothes and pretty dresses to see. i imagined my self stepping into the exhibit and putting them on and dancing or walking around the room.

i heard about the community bike racks around the city. hadn’t seen one before. nice bikes, nice rack. nathan phillips square is taking part in the outdoor art exhibit. lots of nice things to take photos of. was feeling artistic. 

 

sun was really hot on my skin. started to feel tired from walking around. didn’t realise it was so hot out. heading down to harbourfront now with the girls to see Broken Social Scene. awesome. night is young and warm.

Art

yes, my hobby is internetting

The sound of indy cars was not my friend this morning. The bloody things were going so early. The sound travels and today, it travelled into my little ear drums as I was trying to sleep in. Didn’t like it.

good times nice photo

I totally digg the workers at the bank downstairs. Today they’re partying. They have caricature artist, barista, and a variety of pastries. This is the photo of me held up on the fridge with penis magnets from famous works of art.

Good art day. I’m off to meet a friend at the AGO. Haven’t been in a while. I miss it  there & I’m also going to be late! Broken Social Scene concert at Harbourfront Centre tonight. Outdoor + free =  awesome!

hobby? the internet

 

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i love to watch and listen.

awesome.  happy friday.  bon weekend.

* thanks to @ibarr for Tweeting it

Writing

don’t over stay your welcome

Borrowed from my myspace blog and written in 2004. I had a bad house guest and was kinda bothered by it…

make a nicey nice day

Thank you so much for coming. Let me take your coat. Would you like a drink?

You’re welcome and yes thank you so much for coming. Chat away. Smile, nod, agree, nod. Yes. No. Of course.

Now, are you hungry, should I make something? Another drink? You’re welcome.

Would you rather I take you out? Feed you. Bathe you. Tuck you in, in my warm little bed, and rock you baby, right to fucking sleep.

The sun rises yet you are not awake. You want coffee? You want breakfast? You want, and need, and need more wanting. Oh, yes it is lunch. Are you hungry now? Do you need something from me?

I want a fucking break. You need too much attention for my short attention span. Do you need to need me to do things all the time or can you do it your fucking self? Can you just go back home to your own house ?

You have overstayed your welcome. Yes. You’re welcome. Now go and make yourself a nice fucking day.