Dilon mein tum apni Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum

Nazar mein khwabon ki Bijliyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum

Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise Aazad rehno sikho Tum ek dariya ke jaise Lehron mein behna sikho Hal ek lamhe se tum milo Khole apni bhaayein Har ek pal ek naya samha Dekhen yeh nigahaein

Jo apni aankhon mein Hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho Toh zinda ho tum

Okay so I fail at packing so I set my alarm an hour earlier for tomorrow and will finish then

I'm going to over-pack

I'm going to need to shave my legs and that sucks

I'm going to forget something

This is either going to be the best or worst weekend of this year, no middle-ground

I don't have enough music on my iPod for the next three days as it stands

I'm going to miss the Neon Indian concert which is on Saturday and that kills me

I'll be drunk for 3 days

I'll cry at least once

Zohall and Rida say I'm supposed to have a significant conversation while I'm there... sober. Like, I'm not god

I'll be good, I promise

I might just have a letter from Capilano in my kitchen when I get back

Hanging out with friends from high school makes me feel like I'm not entirely useless, as opposed to how I've felt at university nearly everyday this year. It's a nice escape from what is now reality; the real world and such. As much as we don't really do anything super exciting, the mere ease at which we all enjoy one another's company (some more than others) is delightful.

Cause being able to sit in Tim Horton's for hours talking about nothing then driving around aimlessly is something I'll never give up.

Rida: Your life is a movie

Me: Fuck right?! I don't like it. Why can't it be like... a nice Disney movie? Or a Shah Rukh/Kajol movie? This is like some gay ass shit