the couv: day seventeen

oh Vancouver 2010, such a joy it has been....

it's been a fantastic seventeen days (what I've managed to see of it with the little time I've scraped together between work and rehearsal and school and rehearsal and sleep and rehearsal...) and I'm kind of sad that it's all over... but if there's one silver lining it's that I don't have to hear one more rendition of the "I Believe" song. yes, they are all beautiful and haunting and epic. and repetitive, and unnecessary. I think I would be happier if they brought back celine, and it takes a lot for me to say that.

BUT, obnoxious french-canadian pop sensations aside, it's been wonderful. and I'm going to miss it, and I've never wanted to go skiing SO BADLY - all in time muahahaha YAY - but downhill anything has kinda gone right over my head, this year, it's all about hockey and figure skating

I remember it being awesome, but not THAT awesome. and even now, as I watch the closing ceremonies fire up into their usual spectacular dimensions, I still think my favourite moment was still the first dance by scott moir and tessa virtue....

these two were nothing but perfect, and as such I have developed a huge crush on both of them. it's not enough that they both look like abecrombie models, but they're beyond adorable in everything they do and say, and they move like nobody I've ever seen. That wasn't figure skaters on that rink... it was a matador and a gypsy, dancing on knives, and defying gravity.
nothing but gorgeous, it was possibly the most un-tragic thing you could ever witness and I still wanted to cry... well played canada, well played.

♥ ♥

and I suppose I should go soak it up while I still have the chance, the closing ceremonies are still on, and chances are I'm gonna be like 50 when they come back to canada...

and at that point, god DAMN if I won't be sitting in those closing ceremonies after a week of magic! it's gotta happen, happen sometime.

maybe I'll just head up to Sochi next summer,

Russia always sounded nice to me.... ;)

photo phun

biology midterm in 14.5 hours (message from future jillian... make that 11.5), the weather is absolute crap, raining slush and oh so very cold.. and I have to endure it all for 45 minutes of dancing. *heavy sigh*

but there are more important things going on in the universe this week...
consider the following;

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the weeks to come are packed with more madness than any respectable young woman can handle, but I am up to the challenge as always. among others this includes love machining, showtime overtime and of course my boys DEE DUB, the artists respectfully known as Down With Webster are finally bringing their gorgeous (and now signed&famous) selves back to the capital city for the enjoyment of all. it's going to be a night to remember, as they all have been...




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I saw a glee preview yesterday and nearly hit the cieling with excitement... I don't understand how a tv show, with such wonderfully cheesy acting and painfully predictable plot-lines, can have such an emotional captivation. those gorgeous voices hit frequencies you can only dream about, perfection you can only imagine. they're livin in the limelight you can only see with your eyes closed, and bringing it to you by the ear-full.
jonathan groff, of the sexy spring awakening groff, is gonna appear somewhere is part 2/season 1 (common, really? was that neccessary) and I cannot waittttt to see what happens.. the chemistry between these two - musical and otherwise - is undeniable. I'm hopin for some seriously heart wrenching duets, J & L, heart wrenching.

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on another note, my afternoon naps of wonderfulness have taken control of my life. it's like clockwork, two hours after I get home from [insert university life activity here] boom - out like a light. whether I plan to or not, I have to cut a good 2-4 hours out of my day to account for accidental napping. which is awesome, and so not awesome, all at the same time. cause while who doesn't love a mid-day snooze, it's not allowing me to stay up any later and now I just get even less done.. something till now I thought was impossible. so this weekend, I'm gonna make up for my lack of non-sleep. workload aside, it's time fo me to start-a-livin....

it's all happening.

you said it, mr. k

oh stephen kellogg and your mighty sixers, how do you speak to my soul like you do?

When you slid into the room
Everything else just disappeared
Taj Mahal sang "My Corrina"
So loud and so sincere
You were so, so sincere

Believe me when I tell you...

that what went down
was a one time deal.

over and over the things that we said
my sweet charade

I don't know what your situation is
I don't know if you gotta girl
But I'm making up for younger days
And if I don't talk I just get shy
You were wearing baby blue, a charm school graduate
I was anything but charming, but you still got into it
There was nothing I could do

My desiring eyes, my pathetic resolve
The way I work through my lies, the way that my world revolves...
I could see the invitation written on your face

....and

"Maybe it's love, how would I know?
Every time I get close to it, I let it go
You could be different, you could be kind
But I'll never know cause I will leave you behind"

alabama heat? sign me up

I am ridiculously, obsessively, and completely into anything country & blues right now.
it's an instant addiction, I'll give ya that. almost overnight. but I'm never looking back


because even now, as the previously untapped glory of stephen kellogg & the sixers seeps into my ears, I've never felt this balanced with musicality. and I know there's only more to come. more strings to pluck, more boots to stomp. more of those perfect voices to uncover...

they can take something you always know but didn't know you loved, or something you've rehearsed a thousand times over, and melt it into something just as beautiful and even more magnetic.

and you know that I'm a sucker for anything acoustic, or harmonic.. but this time it hits a little harder. makes you wanna dance and cry, laugh and scream, stomp and fly.

there's gonna be hell to pay from here on in, every other night will be another adventure in twanging musical magic.

and it won't be long before I'm living those songs..

before I'm singing those tunes...

before I'm there.

"I'm gonna knock em all down, baby till I can't see straight,
you bring the cup, and I'll bring the moonshine."

words of wise

Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice

- miss pink.

I see famous people

webCT would break down the day before I have a midterm and during the only timeframe I have to study. thanks universe.

mind you, I did get off work early and aquire a coupon for free poutine... so it's still 1/0 for jillian.

and now, I know someone who's on oprah playing for celine dion.
well, kinda know him anyways.

and it's super sunny out today.

so life, is grand :)
as always, as always.

hollywooded

today, I chilled with my good friend mr rogen, and the teen mommies
and managed to knock off two assignments in the process.
now I'm hanging out with snap, crackle, and pop at 2am..
and they are just as tasty without sunshine.

AND, not just elizabeth banks, but edward mother fucking norton magically appeared on modern family tonight. pretty nice ending to a day full of painful writers block and bi-polar kitty attacks....

} guess some nights are just perfect no matter what. {

squirrel relay mondays

there's a gang of psycho schizo squirels outside my window, a whole bunch of them are chasing this one guy across the fence cause he's got a half eaten sandwich in his teeth that's bigger than his face.... oh okay so now the little one got the sandwich, and escaped along the electric wires. and they all just fell off the fence trying to leap onto the electric wires, without success. Except little buddy with the sandwich... well played, my furry friend. well played.

animals are weird.
I suppose though, I am no exception.

the only real thing

I've always had trouble spelling the word "relationship"
you know, one of those weird things where you always switch the order of certain letters?

... I wonder if that means anything?

on the other hand, I have no problem spelling "procrastination"
and "multi-functional organization".
that kind of thing is just intrinsic in my character.

I was born with that superpower.
the ability to do everything else as humanly and technologically possible before finally adhering to academic demands... it's a talent, really. my dedication to my craft is highly underestimated, it's just not the craft which cost me ten thousand dollars every twelve months.

I can accomplish everything, EVERYTHING in 25 minutes or less if I put my mind to it. But that's just it. I put my mind to the exact opposite and the exact same results happen.. I just end up doing everything ELSE is record time instead. Good for the cleanliness, bad for the conscience. I'll single-handedly tackle anything you throw at me...
as long as it doesn't require anything educationally oriented.

ramble ramble ramble.
time to go write a midterm that I've been studying for, for a WHOLE THIRTEEN HOURS!
newwwww recordddd. I think that calls for a celebration.

did I mention it's my "major"?

... good times at Carleton U.