Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Every girl should own power pants

I wore my power pants today. Damn, do I feel amazing in 'em. Invincible, on top of the world, strutting in my (just the right kind of shade) red $5 cigarette jeans.
Vintage fair isle grandpa sweater with wood buttons, cigarette jeans and my camel desert boots.

This will now be my go-to outfit. I also wore the same pants to work yesterday. GASP. Red jeans in the office? Das right, I went there!
Although, it did look quite presentable.
White button-up, thin navy blue v-neck sweater, cigarette jeans and JC black boots.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Le hasard

I don't believe in le hasard. Certain things happen for a reason. I know it's cliché and repetitive. But I honestly think it's true.

It doesn't necessarily mean that you are not the master of your own life though. Because you are. You're the sculptor and everything else is your creation.

Friday, January 27, 2012

JC

I recently bought these Jeffrey Campbell black leather motorbike boots for $65 (taxes included). They were originally $228. You can imagine how fast I jumped on the bargain and snagged those bad boys in a heart beat.

Browns shoes are having a beautiful sale at the moment. Go getchurself a pair of shoes!!!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Short story telling in front of the entire French class was not as horrible as I convinced myself it would be. Given the circumstances that I am surrounded by talented and well educated francophones, I am undoubtedly entitled to feel insecure and intimidated. However, they actually liked my nouvelle qui est plutôt "gore". I did not realized how gore it was upon receiving their feedback. Well, the main character was batshit schizophrenic crazy who cut herself regularly because the voice said to and then ripped her son's face to shreds thinking that the devil was eating him away. Lots of vomiting, unpleasant smell provoking and blood.

Also, I did recite the story with the correct intonation and feeling which portrayed appropriately the narrator's anxiety issues.

And of course, when the rather cute and intelligent French boys compliment you on your work, you can't help but gush and feel so freaking proud of yourself. Let's face it, that's all that really mattered.
I'm only half-lying.

Monday, January 23, 2012

This short story literally drove me insane.

I AM LOSING IT.

But, I did meet the nicest girl while we were on our way to class today. It was so sweet of her to approach me. Strangers should just be this nice to each other all the time. I'm glad someone else feels the same way in regards to people being so cold to each other!!! We're only being nice by smiling. Jeez. Take the smile and appreciate it.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Set in stone

Plane ticket bought for a summer getaway.

There is no time for me to even remotely think about that. I have a freaking short story to write and I'm stuck.

I HATE SUNDAYS AND HOMEWORK. THEY DON'T COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER.

Syndrome de la page blanche/writer's block

My short story is due on Tuesday at 12pm sharp. So far, my main character as well as the story line have changed three times.
I've settled on a 32-year-old schizophrenic mother who cannot control her illness. She ends up killing her mother and deceiving her 7-year-old son who she wanted to desperately protect. It's actually inspired by a true story. The poor boy is now in foster care. The mother, in jail. And the grand-mother hospitalized.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

NO HANDS!


Jonesy, ladies and gentlemen. This brings back good memories from NYC. D'aaaw!!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

2012 ultimate goal

To talk more to strangers.
Be more approachable. And approach others.
Have more conversations with actual substance with these said strangers (who might not be so strange after some exchanged words).
Smile to strangers.
I missed you by who knows how many hours, minutes, seconds.

At the end of the day, all we share are these floors, these walls, these hallways. Nothing else.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

day 2 of

sticking to my SLIM & TRIM 15 for 2012.

(Yeah, I tried to come up with a clever title for it.)

Friday, January 13, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Nicest thing

Cue the Kate Nash songs.

Also, what the hell crosses your mind when you are incredibly attracted to somebody? Because after awhile, you wonder exactly how the hell you found that person even remotely attractive. Honestly.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Le Horla

This short story is impressive with every turn of a page.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Always

Never say never aha moment. The cliché, lessons learned obstacles faced and overcame sort of thing. The whole shit happens thing applies all the time. But then good things start flowing in and then you're happy again.

Monday, January 2, 2012

2011 reflections

- Passed all my first year university courses
- Spent my summer working at my first job ever
- Met the coolest people on the planet, ones I can truly be myself around
- Ottawa
- Niagara Falls
- Planned our NYC trip
- Dyed my hair. Again.
- NYC trip manifested! T'was fun. But ever so tiring.
- Shopped down Fifth Ave like it ain't nobody's business.
- Survived on my own for six whole days, with a bitch living atop of me. Literally, on the top bunk. She was fucking nuts.
- Discovered that hostel living is definitely not for me.
- New Year's Eve in New York City. Watching the special on the television... I don't regret a thing.

2011 was good to me. 2012, please be even better!

Home is where the heart is

I am thrilled to be back on Canadian grounds. Let me just say, I'm proud to be Canadian and Torontonian.

T.O. > NYC. Always.

Nuff said.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

SoHo and Greenwich Village

Walked down SoHo and Greenwich Village. Lusting after designer finds we wish we could afford.
Dined at The Diner. Chicken and greens. Oh how we missed vegetables.
Hot dog and churros diet, not our thang.

Sipped on peppermint tea at a coffee shop in Greenwich Village. Never felt so indie in my life.

Nye in nyc

And walked around the neighbourhood. Checked out the urban outfitters and scored some pretty great deals. Then we returned to the hostel to nap for an hour. Brooklyn bridge afterwards. We walked from Brooklyn to manhattan. It was so nice at night with all the lights. We decided to stay in and watch the special in the theatre room. Lame. But whatever because we don't regret it. We rang in the new year with sparkling apple juice...

I'm still tired and sore. I miss home cooking and home.in general. I miss eating concrete meals everyday and vegetables.