I was at the Tate Museum today in London and i was just walking around and i stood at this one painting by a Cuban artist named Wilfred Lam and all of a sudden, like in the movies, this tall thin man with a large nose walks up to me and asks,
"so what do you think about this one?" just like in the movies.
i was so caught off guard that i said " it's pretty cool i guess."

and then i was embarrassed and i could feel my face turning red because, what a teenaged unintelligent thing to say!!
so i continued on, commenting on the contrast and how i liked the way it wasn't as cluttered as some of the other paintings.. and how i liked the fuzziness of the lines, that they weren't so distinct..
and he just nodded his head and agreed and told me his opinion as well...
"so where are you from?" i asked. "Belgium." "oh really? that's sweet."
"where are you from?" "Canada."
"oh thats quite far away." he said.
"Yup. I leave tomorrow."
"Oh so you're just visiting as many museums as you can then?" he asked.
"Yeah pretty much..
i actually went to Shakespeare's The Globe earlier today."
"Oh that's nice."

and that's all. it was a pretty peak moment i have to say.

i must leave with something profound, in case the plane crashes and i die
or i end up floating on an armchair in the middle of the ocean for a prolonged period of time,
or i get on the wrong plane and end up in Fiji
or my lacking swimming skills leave me to sink to the bottom of the ocean,

i at least need something profound in here that people can read and say "she was outstanding."

leaving was an ideal thought, and now the ball and chain attached to my ankle which reads "HOME" is weighing me down, making it impossible for me to leave.
there are many things i will miss
and after saying that, i feel like a baby because i will be gone for 5 weeks.
i will miss Baby and Boots, and Breanne's re-assuring words. i will miss people at work, people i love to kiss, and people i go out with.

we're all under the same moon, stars and sun anyways, and i guess that's all that matters.

see
you
later.

when i am old and grey
and my generation starts to lose their memories,
i am certain that what i've been doing up until now will make it impossible for me to forget anything
when i reach that age.
i write everything down, document everything..
every concert, play or movie i see i write who i went with on the back of the ticket stub
every movie i see i write it down and rate it out of 5
i write down every important thought, text or quote
i still have all his notes.. the bracelet he fixed with his guitar string.. the duct tape wallet he made me.. our animal crackers.

i need a vault to hold all the baggage i carry around with me.