a poem for amanda

amanda you enlighten my life.
you're as important to me as my panda.
if i was gay i'd ask you to be my wife.
it's been three long months since i last saw your face
(if skype doesn't count)
without you around me i feel like lost in a maze
please come with me to primavera next year
i promise it'll be fun so you don't have to fear
we can hit on cute boys and dance to cool bands
if we have to run somewhere we can even hold hands
this poem is soon to be done
i miss you that's all and i think you're quite fun

love,

siri

a lalalaletter to karolina

karolina! how are you, you crazy cat? i think of you often and i miss having you around.
i'm so happy we met at that pop montreal meeting and that we decided to become friends. imagine how much more boring my life would have been without you in it!!

i really look forward to hear about your craycray travels in south america and i really look forward for us to travel together some day! even though we do skype every now and then i feel like that's not enough. we should become better at skyping. my computer and the sound is broken though which makes it a bit hard. i went to an apple store the other day and they told me "to get a new computer".
i was like "REALLY, THAT'S ALL?" and the guy was like "yeah sorry it's unfixable you might as well throw it from a bridge".  noo, not really but he was like "yeah sorry....".

i don't know if i told you that a cord-thingy got stuck inside of it, so my computer actually walks around and thinks that i am playing sound in a speaker or some fancy headphones. ugh, stupid technology.

anyway, it's friday night in montreal and i am at home listening to the beach boys while drinking wine. murdock is on his way here and we're going to a birthday party.

send me an irl adress as soon as you have one and i'll make sure to write you a handwritten letter right away.

xoxo you are the best!

late night letter to mirjam

hola mirjam! como estás?

it's not even fifteen days until i will laugh with you while swimming around in a big ocean. that feels awesome and great and all that jazz.

i have bought a spanish phrasebook which i am reading very thoroughly right now despite the fact that i have a huge in-class exam tomorrow. i will be a spanish master when i hit cuba for sure! and, my film history readings would be way more exciting if they'd been in spanish. apart from not studying to my exam, i am drinking beers and listening to the durutti column. mm. my friend erika is on her way over and we're going to have a study workshop while getting drunk.

"PARTY ON A MONDAY?" you might think and my answer to that is: yep.

so, montreal is getting super cold and the glass in my glasses gets all foggy whenever i enter an indoor environment after being outside. i look pretty much like sune's father rudolf but with longer hair. this is how sune's father rudolf looks like:

i do agree that this is not a super fashionable or hip look but then i've never been that super fashionable or hip as you already know.

the past weeks have been super intense in school and i feel all exhausted and burnt out by now. luckily my first semester here in montreal is soon to be over and i will be a step closer to that oscar i've promised to win.

perhaps i shouldn't say this out loud but since i've already mentioned it in a previous letter; i aim to win an oscar for best director someday! perhaps it will be the last thing i ever do or perhaps i'm even dead when it happens but if so i guess i am fine with that. thing is that i'm going to win it using a male name since women still is being treated like nothing in this weird business i'm into. if i'd been a man i'd probably have ten oscars by now. not that i care about the oscar really, but still.

i have three minutes to round this one up and the last thing i am going to tell you is that my hair is very long by now. ehe.

see you soon maccaroon! puss!