Sigur Ros: Icelandic Post-Rock

What can I say? The concert was amazing. The piano broke halfway through and they were still incredible. The lead singer broke the bow he used to play his electric guitar. It was possibly one of the best shows I've ever seen thanks to Ryan for getting us fourth row tickets.

24th Birthday

Usually when I have a great time, I write extensively and sensually about the experience. But all I can say about my birthday is that it was awesome because I got to see my favourite people.
My official birthday started on Sept 15 on the skytrain when my cell rang and it was Natasha screaming happy birthday to me - then breakfast with Briana at the Templeton on Granville. After classes - it was topped off by Tristan bringing me roses at work.
Then my birthday took a break until Saturday when my friends started showing up for the potlock - Each received a name tag with the person who would play them in the theoretical movie about my life. I was happy to see each of them. I hate putting parties together but I love hanging with my friends and having a good time. Even better is when my friends become friends with each other - Karla is coming out with Nick and I for some fun this coming Saturday. Everyone got to meet my mysterious twin sister. I was really touched that Rebecca and her boyfriend Matt stopped by on their way back from California to Victoria. Plus awesome food - Thanks Matt for the spicy chilli - it is soooooo good! And we enjoyed Mike's banana bread for breakfast!
It's Sunday today and my sore throat has finally caught on - so this sick girl is going to bed. But I had a really great time!

Timewarp Mother

After having a great time with friends Julie and Kenten, I arrived at my house around 10:30pm. I checked in with my mom, said goodnight, brushed my teeth and read another chapter of To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. (The black and white starred Gregory Peck - I love his voice.)
I turned out the lights and just as I was starting to fall asleep, I hear the familiar light tapping of my mother's hand against my door. It usually means she has some unimportant news to tell me, but if I don't answer her, she'll keep tapping until I do. She used to just tap a few times before opening my door, but I've made a habit of locking it.
So I answer, "Yes?"
"Sharon . . . I just wanted you to know that if you're hungry . . . there's food in the fridge." I'm not kidding. She didn't say leftovers, steak or potatoes. She said 'Food.'
"Okay, going to sleep now" I replied loud enough to be heard through the door, and I hear her turn around and tread down the stairs.
She must have specifically got out of bed and walked up the stairs just to tell me that. I know she has a hard time not telling me what's in the fridge. Why? I'm not sure. It's something obsessive. She once interrupted a phone call I was having to let me know that she had placed some bacon in the meat drawer. It really bothered me when I was rushing for work and she compulsively had to tell me that the leftover potatoes that were in the fridge the night before were still there that morning. She yelled it to me from the balcony as I was walking down the driveway.
Maybe my glasses subconsiously tells her that I can't see for myself. Maybe her obsession is based a discrimination against my inability to see clearly without specs.
Seriously, I've learned from the cognitive program I took that when people help without asking if help is needed, they're subconsiously or unintentionally saying that they don't trust the capabilities or competence of the person they're helping. Sometimes I think Mom would like me to need her more - especially since I'm saving to move out as soon as possible. But the truth is that I would enjoy my time with her more, and therefore spend more time with her, if she just respected that I don't need her help anymore - that I don't like her 'helping' me compulively. When I say 'compulsively,' I mean she doesn't give me a choice to whether or not to accept her help - especially when it comes to seeing what's in the fridge.