#I love my life

You know it was a good weekend when you come out with quotes like these:

"Skinny doesn't always mean healthy. Obese never means healthy, but lucky for you, you're not either!"

"Grab the metaphorical bull by the horns, and grab the mechanical bull by the rope."

"I refuse to eat tiramisu until your mom makes me some."

"Why is that guy's light flashing?"

"Because he wants to change lanes...."

"I don't think I'm ready to drive."

"You can literally overcomplicate boiling water!"

"I only know two things for sure: 1 - Denny's is the cure to all of life's problems and 2 - never trust a girl with a nipple ring."

"The Lions winning the Grey Cup is like Ben getting herpes. We all know it's going to happen so nobody really cares when it does."

"For American Thanksgiving I'm thankful I'm not American."

"Skinny blonde bitches....the worst kind of bitches."

"I like your moustache. And when I said 'like' I really meant 'am grossed out by'."

"I'mma bust outta this hospital and wreck a ho...or take a nap. Busting out seems like a lot of work."

"I love when flexidave teaches us useful things like how to properly ride a bull."

"I love to love Dong Lover's dong."

"I just wanna cuddle your face off, then put it back on cause I love it so much!"

"Stop looking at my elbows. Pervert."

"I officially have $3.14 to last me until payday."

"Know what you should buy with it? Pi."

"Sometimes I just grab my pecks and wish they were boobs."

Dear all of my friends,

Please don't ever leave me. And thank you for making it so easy to be the happy, bubbly person I am!

Love, Rye. xo

#Open Mic Night

Have you ever been to an open mic night?

Yes? No?

Cause it's pretty much an amazing experience all around.

I haven't been to one in a while. And I forgot how much I absolutely love it.

It makes me feel weirdly poetic. Or something.

Sitting in a room full of people, all wanting to be heard, all willing to listen. A room full of acceptance, a room without judgement.

Just sitting there, legs crossed, defences up, outside my comfort zone. Knowing one person in a place filled with unfamiliar bodies. A decision to push myself. It was the best decision I've made in a long time. I could feel the worries and anxieties of my life melting away with the warm fruit tinged tea sliding down my throat. The decisions that loom in my near future were put on a back burner to a few hours of ease and music.

Feeling the guitars, the vocals, the keyboards pulsing through the air, the floor, the walls and seeping into and around my body in a warm blanket of pure happiness. Smiling at strangers and making new friends. Seeing a whole new side of people, and society.

Genuinely loving to watch the people genuinely loving to play. Enjoying the gifts given to others by God to give the world. It's something I could do all day everyday.

And what I love the most is the atmosphere. The way everyone is brought together by the supernatural tie of melodies. The low murmur of voices as people quietly socialize and appreciate the music. The intensity on the musician's faces as they get lost in a sea of notes and chords. The smiling barista's, the lively hosts, the buzz of an excited audience. It all gets my heart pumping and blood rushing.

It's a little piece of heaven.

It's why I'm going to go every week. And that's why you should come to open mic nights on Thursday evenings at The House with me.

#364 days a year....

......I am myself.

And lately I've been dreaming of an escape. Just a temporary one.

Escape from my reality.

364 days a year I am myself.

But for tonight, the opportunities are endless.

The choices are infinite.

Tonight I can be anything I want.

Tonight I'm going to a sweet party.

Tonight I'm going to an awesome show.

Tonight I get to be someone who is not me. Just for a little while.

I get to check my life, my problems, my stresses, and my anxieties, with my coat.

Tonight I am a lost boy.

And tonight....we dance.

#Reflection in the mirror

Thanksgiving came and went like a whirlwind.

My long weekend is already over.

And I'm back to the day-in day-out of every week.

I had a lot of time to think about what I was thankful for this weekend. And in the midst of my anxiety, depression, and dark thoughts I was able to come up with an abundance of things I'm thankful for.

Here's a short list because I could go on and on in detail about why each of these things is important to me but that would bore you into never revisiting my blog..

- My little brother
- My ballerina sister
- My artistically inclined sister
- My amazing mother
- My strong Daddy (RIP) - and the opportunity to know what it means to have a Daddy
- The relationship that my whole family has with each other
- The rest of my extended family
- My awesome friends
- Mostly my FBF who is pretty much my third sister..
- My God, my Jesus - and the freedom to express my love for my God
- The house that I call home
- The food I know I can eat
- The clothes that I wear
- The education I am privileged to indulge in
- And all the little extras...I could be here for hours.

We live in a sweet little corner of the world. I don't need one day to be thankful for all of those things. But it's a good habit to get into to look at your life and know how well off you are. Because despite the "crap" we have to go through, we have so much more than 97% of the world.

#Same Old Story

So apparently nothing has changed.

I am still an awesome procrastinator. 

Balls. This was not part of the plan for this year.

Because I am already SO behind in everything.

And I spent my weekend doing NOTHING instead of homework.

Actually what I spent my weekend doing was

churchstuffsleepoversbreakingtoeswatchingfootballgoingoutforsupperwatchinglionkingbuyingmoredisneydvdsbecauseilovedthelionkingsomuchwatchingthosedisneymovieseatinglotsofunhealthyfoodfeelingbloatedfromunhealthyfoodharassingmymomworkingsleeping.

Even now! I'm blogging about how much I hate my life instead of doing homework!

Here is what my weekend should have looked like

-reading textbooks

-writing take home finals

-writing papers

-starting online class homework

-reading more textbooks

So instead that's what my monday/tuesday/wednesday/thursday/friday look like. Don't even ask to hang out. It's not going to happen.

It doesn't mean I don't love you, it just means you need to find friends who are not diseased with the puttingthingsoff gene. 

Why was I excited about school again?


PS - I actually do love school for really realz, but I am not happy about my lack of social life the next 2 weeks. I need love and attention, and my textbooks are not very good at that kind of stuff..

#In A Jar Full Of Memories

Life is good today.

The sun is shining jovially over the city. New music is pulsing through my speakers and new tea is teasing my tastebuds. Hearts and brains are on the mend. The seasons are changing, and fall's crispness was biting the air this morning followed by summer's warmth kissing the afternoon.

But enough of that poetic crap.

Seriously, life is good.

Autumn is my second favourite season, and it's transitioning in super smoothly.

My birthday was a couple weeks ago, and I've decided it's going to be the year of change. And adventure.

I get an office with a window starting next week.

I love this semester. And I will probably love the next one too.

Homework is down to a minimal for the day.

I'm spending a significant portion of the next 2 days with my FBF.

I got to play with stickers all day.

I am surrounded by the most loving, supportive, amazing friends.

My family is healthy and happy. 

My God is bigger than anything I have to worry about, and He loves me.

And I'm still  breathing.

Yep. Life is good today.

#Bleeding Blue

This weekend I went to my first football game of the season.

For my brother's football team.

The Bantam Calgary Colts.

And man oh man did I ever love it.

I forgot how much fun it is to sit in the stands, to cheer and holler and immerse yourself in the game.

To joke, and tease and laugh with the other spectators.

A familiarity sets in. You know the boys on the turf. You know the parents, siblings, girlfriends in the stands. You all come together with a common goal. To win that football game.

You see the team work on the field. The way the boys all have each other's backs. The way they celebrate together. They build each other up. They have respect for each other. They play as a team, win as a team, and lose as a team.

And up in those stands we love those boys. We get to know the boys, on the field and off the field. We cheer and we groan with them. We take pride in every block, every run, every touchdown.

These are my boys in blue. It's gonna be a rad season.