Procrastination's in my nature

Procrastination Station. I opened my Blog not too long ago and already I find myself procrastinating to write. I've so much to say only I hate to force the words out of me. Also, I have many things planned out and yet I never take the time to sit down and type them.

Anyways, I've not let down my Blog, pick a peek at times, you might find a treasure most unexpected...

La Station Procrastination. J'ai ouvert mon Blog y'à pas longtemps et déja je me trouve entrain de procrastiner à écrire. J'ai plein de choses à dire mais je déteste forcer les mots à sortir de ma tête. Et puis, j'ai plein de choses planifié mais je ne prend jamais le temps de m'assoire et de les taper sur l'ordinateur.

En tout cas, je n'abandonne pas mon blog, prenez-y un coup d'oeil de temps en temps, vous y trouverez peut-être un trésor inattendu...

Shakespeare is overrated?

From October 8 to 10 I had gone on a trip with school. Myself and a few friends had gone to a theatre festival, 7 hours from home. The festival took place in a little town in Ontario. Stratford it was called. I must say, it was beautiful! Old victorian styled houses with pumpkins and halloween decorations and a main street like in Tim Burton movies.

There we saw 2 musicals and 2 Shakespeare plays.

 Shakespeare... I don't like him much. I can see how he was revolutionary but with all that we can read nowadays he really blends into the crowd, I guess it's why I'm bothered when we excessively study him. I do thank him for what he's done to literature but I'm not interested in looking his way. Well actually it may be Romeo and Juliette's fault. I never liked the

 story, and the fact that every single year of my highschool life we have studied it sorta pulled yarn over my eyes, making me believe Shakespeare was only boring. But other than Romeo and Juliette we also saw Ceaser and Cleopatra which was just succulent. I wish I could  see it over again, it was just beautiful, although the theatre did smell of stinky feet which was disconcentrating.

The last day we went to one of the worlds largest 

costume warehouses, where we weren't allowed to touch the costumes with our oily fingers and there were huge fire proof warehouses. There were amazingly built props, and in the end we had a tiny selection of costumes to wear. (Sadly, there was nothing I was really excited to wear. No peasents clothes of the colonisation years...)

Last thing we did was see the play Cabaret. What a shocking and beautiful play. I went to see scenes from the movie after and wow is it nothing compared to the version I saw. Oh how I wish I was there still. 

Wow there was nothing really inciteful in this post... must I be inciteful? I hope you guys are just... interested...

The famous swans of Stratford...

My Teacher Asked Me "Franky What's Wrong With You Today?" / "François, ça va?"

While I nibble on this pack of Rockets candy I can't stop thinking of what marvel has just fallen upon my home, my me, this day. This morning I woke up, I felt sick and tired of school and this busy life. My feelings of annoyance tumbled around my mind until simply, they vanished, the moment I took my step outside. The shortest walk, just the walk to my dad's car in the driveway and the smell of cold air and drowsy trees brought me back to life, instantly. It seems the year had been desaturating me and here it is, Autumn, the season I devoted my blog to. The season, the muse to the many good qualities in me, and the rather mysterious perspective I have of life. 

I have an odd belief that the ones who despise this rejuvenating season, and/or the ones who are able to commit suicide in such a soul pickling time never truly saw beyond the dying leaves and cold winds. The melancholia radiated from the season of the dead is a good feeling to me rather than a bad one. Don't you love to sit quietly, listen to the trees ruffle in the wind, watching them swintelfink? Why not love the idea of laying in the grass, letting the leaves fall onto our faces, and as we lay there we leave our shadows on the ground just before we finally disappear again? Finally my leaves have started to fall again, the burden is lesser. 

I'd love to tell you more but I've finished my Rockets and tonight the poetry has already stopped flowing. I wish you knew exactly how I felt. You do know? Maybe a new friend is at hand... 

Je me mets a rêver, le jardin d'éden s'amène a moi, une petite pluie et une odeur de bois. Je ne vais pas traduire le texte au dessus, mais je veut que tout le monde sache à quelle point l'automne m'enchante, et à quelle point il est important dans ma vie!