Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sick

I've been sick since Wednesday afternoon.
I hate having to suffer through the flu. Body aches, head aches, pain, no appetite, fever, the list goes on and on...

I haven't eaten a real meal in forever. I can't even hear about food, it makes me nauseous. I can't even bare to look at restaurant and/or fast food chain commercials. Stupid medicine makes me nauseous.

I just had French toast for lunch. Haha.
And I've eaten six oranges in the span of two days. I've lost count on how many times I had to go pee.... Drinking so much water, it's insane.

I've also been hibernating in my parents' room. Away from everyone in the house because they're all health conscious. "Put your mask on!" OH. MY. GOSH.

At least I have a T.V., but that really doesn't help. There's barely anything interesting on, like AT ALL.

I hate being stuck in this room. I need oxygen... I need to go outside... Right now.


xo,
Tatiana

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Freaky-dicky


Photographes 1, 2, 3 & 4: by me.
Où? Casa Loma

Photos taken in September, on a recent visit to the castle.
While editing these, I felt in a creepy mood. Ha. Besides, the photos were creepy without editing.

xo,
Tatiana

Friday, November 6, 2009

Sweet


Photo: FASHION, WHAT?


Can't wait 'til I can try this do. I hate waiting...

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Day off

I realize I'll only be at school 3 days out of 4 this week considering the day off this Friday. So, I took a day off today stayed home with Papa and the sick sister.

French debate yesterday was intense, hard, but we managed.... to lose. I honestly believe we did an awesome job, we actually tried. I started to convince myself that our team was right. All in the head, yo.

~*~


Source: Watch Mojo

GUESS WHAT? Yesterday I succeeded at French braiding my bangs as a full-on headband, L.C. style. I was super excited, you have no idea.
My hair is tied in a bun, my bangs are French braided. I'm liking this look. An excuse for not washing your dirty hair but still look fresh. Haha.

I know it's growing, but it's taking so long. Like, you know it has grown but not enough to fulfill your satisfaction.
My last haircut was a dee-ZASS-ter. I've got haircutting phobia now.
I'll be content once it reaches above the boobage area. And even more so, if it reaches below. Ha!
Maybe in three months? You better grow fast, hair. I want you to look decent for prom. So I can dye you two or three shades lighter.
It took the whole summer, plus September to grow out (nicely).
The last and only time I had long hair was grade 7.

~*~


Bluenotes


Getting these babies as a house-warming gift. I'll be using them as slippers :)

Off to do or try to, this reflexion for Les Religions du Monde.
I'm really not liking this..

Yours,
Tatiana.