after much anticipation and wait...

I am finally a proud owner of a Macbook and iPod touch.
TWO YEARS OF PATIENCE.

: )

filled up to the brim

It's loaded, just trigger.
Every little thing, action, object, moment, just basically anything that is of a reminder makes me fucking break down. I try, I honestly try to reminisce on all the laughter and good memories but once that memory is played, it's over.
It's fucking loaded, just trigger.

So what does that make me exactly? A weak, sensitive mother fucker?

can't get off, can't get over

I get attached too easily.
Queue the fucking waterworks.

I'll be on a plane five months from now (hopefully) and rolling in dolladolla bills.
No taxes and shit.

Thank you for the laughs, memories, and overall great moments.
Things will never be the same, but life goes on and unfortunately, we live on opposite sides of the world.

I hope to see you soon.

day 10 - what i wore today

Polka dot box blouse, denim shorts, light peach converse knockoffs.

I have never been (consecutively) happy in awhile.

day 8 - a moment

Sheepish stares on the subway. Like actual attraction, human to human, energies colliding, MINDFUCK sort of thing.

That was it. Haha.

i promise you

Georgian Bay was amazing.
Collingwood/The Blue Mountains, we shall see each other again.
I am definitely missing your beautiful mountains and plethora of attractive guys.
'til then.
(:

feels like summer

Wind in wavy hair, lots o' jewelery, SHORTS, (ripped and frayed) denim, sun hat, sunscreen, SANDALS, braids, lip balm, wedges, chlorine, by the pool, ice cream/froyo, starbucks drinks, car rides, long drives, sun kissed skin, family bonding, overall a great time.

tell me everything (will be alright)

All the matter in this world would never compare to us, to whatever we have, none.

day 9 - my beliefs

I wouldn't call myself religious or a strong believer for that matter. For years I considered myself a "Catholic" because I was born a "Catholic" and participated/received in some sacraments. But after having analyzed, witnessed and made discoveries about certain things, I don't quite know what I consider myself now. I am still figuring it out. Though I don't think that it is a necessity to label myself in that department. I dislike labels, especially when it comes to religion like how some churches call themselves "Chinese (insert Christian religion here) church" or "Armenian (insert Christian religion here) church", are you fucking kidding me? Is that really needed? If we share the same religion, if we believe in the same things then the purpose of separation and segregating believers according to race or culture is completely contradictory.

I still go to mass. I try to avoid it when I can. I go to mass because of my parents. I don't understand why we go now because we never went when I was a kid. When we immigrated here eight years ago, we suddenly started. So I go. I have to or my Dad will go ape shit or bat shit, some kind of -shit on me.

One thing's for sure, I am not atheist. I definitely believe in God, a higher power/being that is a protector and a spiritual guide. I like Buddhist philosophies and principles. So my beliefs are a combination of both Christian Catholic and Buddhist beliefs, and sometimes existentialist philosophies, such as the likes of Jean-Paul Sartre. He might be cynical but that's what I love about him.

I tried to form a list of what I do and do not believe in. Here it goes:
i. God & Christ - like I said, I believe in a God. A higher power/being, that is omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient. He's forgiving, understand and accepting of all our perfections and imperfections.
ii. Heaven and Hell - both on Earth and above. Sort of like reincarnation, etc.
iii. Reincarnation - multiple lives/deja vu.
iv. Miracles
v. Karma - 'cause well, she's a big bitch.

That's about it... but to those non-believing big-ass-cross/rosary-wearing sonuvva bitches, FUCK YOU. You don't even believe in Christ, you're not even fucking Christian. Take that shit off. You don't have a legitimate reason to be wearing it.

keep on

We're searching for our saving grace.

f'd up

"Everyone feels cheated sometimes.
Yeah, we all feel a little fucked up sometimes."


I will be rotting in chlorine by the end of this summer. HELL TO THE FUCKING YEAH!!!!

colour

"We're just trying to find some colour in this
black and white world."

Currently, our household is filled with five other people, meaning that we are nine living under the same roof. It's like I'm a kid again, living with my grandparents, two uncles and my family.
This summer is all about figuring and sorting and filing my shit out. I can't allow the same things reoccur over and over again. I'm done. Aside from figuring shit out, I am loving my family more and more each day.

things left unsaid

For once, I don't want to be chasing people. I want to be chased.
I think the feeling would be nice.


So, fuck you if you've given up on me.
Fuck you for having no legitimate reason.
Fuck you for not caring as much as I did, because if you did, things wouldn't have turned out so ugly.
Fuck you for accusing me of something entirely fabricated in your head, because for your information, I did give a fuck and I wasn't saying shit just for the hell of it.
Fuck you for not having a single backbone in your body. You weakling piece of shit. Maybe you should try choosing your own actions instead of following other people's.
Fuck you for being ignorant.
And by pretending that I didn't exist when we were in the same perimeter just demonstrates how you all manage to act like a bunch of fifth graders. I'm sure you were shocked to see how well I was doing without you. It's called being independent, a thing you are not familiar with. Grow the fuck up.

day 5 - my definition of love

I hear it's a pretty amazing feeling. So I can't wait to experience it first hand, ha. But I think it's simply about accepting one's perfections and imperfections, for the most part that is.

day 4 - what you ate today

Breakfast: Toast and tea.
Lunch: Rice and chicken stew thing.
Dinner: KFC Boxmaster, chili chicken, rice, etc. Haha
The boxmaster is aight.

New things

1. Two tone grey oxfords, $24.90
2. Souvenir Faded Glory American tee, $3
3. Ralph Lauren messenger bag (it is so beautiful! I've been looking for a bag for university.) It's big enough to fit my macbook and notebooks.
4. Souvenir Australian Tee
5. Beanie, scarves.
6. Silver ring + bangle.

netherlands

I was rooting for you.
:(

day 1 - introducing myself

I am sometimes socially awkward. I used to be extremely shy, to the point where I'd never speak a word or run away to my parents. I'd like to think that I've improved and I honestly think I have. I want and need a job but I decided to wait until September because I'd rather go places with my family in the summer than work. I'm very family oriented; always have and always will. My grandparents are my favourite people in the world besides my own parents. I hope to find love like theirs someday.
As of recent, I am content with life and I can't complain.

the cosmos

My astrostar lamp/projector came in the mail the other day.
Can this get anymore hipster?!
But my room looks like the fucking galaxy, so I don't give a shit.
SUCK IT.

because we're getting old

We ended up going to Eaton's and UO only.
We couldn't take the heat, the sun, and the non-existence/absence of air.
Result: $9.99 BDG Jeans, $9.99 "La Course" tee.

summer time

Although my house is all air-conditioned and cold, I'd rather stay outside in my backyard where I can suffocate on hot air. In the pool all day, everyday, mo'fuuuuuu!
I can live off Haagen-Dasz, water and chlorine all season long.
That's right, it's summer time.


J will be here tomorrow at 2 o'clock-ish, can't wait!
(:

?!

I realized that mainstream shit is only acceptable to me during the summer. But once autumn's around the corner, I slowly start to form a hatred for radio. So until then, 99.9 Virgin Radio is on 24/7.

How f'ed up is that?

two kids

With her head laid on his lap and the way he gently stroke her hair, what seemed like life appeared unfamiliar to her. Their growing minds were drowning in absolute silence. Him, concentrating on every strand of hair on her tiny head and the softness of her mane. The repetitive movement was soothing. As for her, she relished his company and mere existence.

For as long she can remember, she was accustomed to uncertainty and fear swallowing her every being. Although he hadn't spoken a word, she could hear his thoughts:
Everything will be alright because in this universe, at this very waking moment, it's just you and I against the world. I'm here with you and you're here with me. That's all that really matters.

As he kissed her forehead, she closed her soft eyes and smiled. Knowing that he was reliable and kind-hearted assured her that whatever this was, this thing, or out-of-this-world connection they shared was unquestionably earnest.

tellin' you,

I'm drowning out,
I need a change.
'cause I don't really want to be here now.
Don't really want to be here now.

favthings

1. R-Patz hair on guys. Haha, who doesn't??!
2. Rolling up my pants/jeans and turning them cropped.
3. My black cowboy boots. They were not worth the three digit price but I love them. I wear them with practically everything. And they're surprisingly comfortable.
4. Guys with crooked smiles.
5. Miley Cyrus.
6. Rafi Gavron.
7. Lavender.
8. Reading other people's blogs.
9. Wedges, oxfords, canvas, sandals, boots.
10. Cut-outs in clothes. Especially back cut-outs.

in short

i. Enrollment appointment at Glendon. Bright and early at 8:45am! Six courses, let's go. I'm excited.
ii. "You're Mauritian aren't you?"
- "Yeah..."
~ "How do you know she is?"
"I just know.."
~ "Like by just looking at her...?"
"I saw her placement and then her last name. She's got three. So she's definitely Mauritian."
Haha. Highlight of my day. My YU card photo is sooooo bad...... oh well, stuck with it for another four.
iii. Congee Queen. Mmm turnips and chicken fried rice.
iv. We bought BunBun a harness and leash today. So I walked my rabbit like a dog. I cannot keep up with her. She cuuuuuute though.
v. Presently. Mood: Full and excited. Music: Shy - Ivory. Room/View: Bedroom/backyard. Next: Haagen Dasz ice cream.

Peace.

layers

LAYER 1: THE BASICS.

Name: Tatiana
Birth Date: May 26
Current Location: Toronto
Hair Colour: Odd shade of brown
Righty/Lefty: Lefty

LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE.
Your fear: Losing something/someone.
Your dream of the perfect date: good food, good company, great spot. star gazing isn't that bad either :)

LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.
Your thoughts first waking up: PANCAKES.
Your best physical feature: Lips, I guess. And sometimes my cheekbones when they decide to show themselves.
Your bed time: 10pm-12am
Your most missed memory: Childhood.

LAYER 4: YOUR PICK.
Pepsi or Coke: Coca Cola
McDonald’s or Burger King: McD's fries and BK whopper.
Single or Group Dates: Single.
Adidas or Nike: I don't really wear any. So none.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla.
Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappucino.

LAYER 5: DO YOU.
Smoke: Naaah b.
Cuss: Fuck fucking bitch asshole of a douchebag, FUCK YOU.
Take showers: No. Body odour forever.
Have a crush: Yes. Too bad I won't be seeing him like ever. Unless we coincidentally and conveniently happen to cross paths. It can happen! 'cause it did last year with someone else...
Like school: Yes
Believe in yourself: Sure.
Believe what goes around comes around: Karma
Believe everything happens for a reason: Not really... I'm an existentialist.
Think you’re a health freak: Hm, not overboard.

LAYER 6: IN THE PAST MONTH.
Gone to the mall: Yes.
Been on stage: Grad stage, yeeeeeeyo.
Eaten sushi: Nope.
Been hurt: Nope.
Dyed your hair: Nope but I should get on that. My roots are showingggg.

LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER.
Played a game of strip poker: Totally.
Kissed the same sex: Nope
Changed who you were to fit in: Haven't we all?

LAYER 8: GETTING OLD.
Age you’re hoping to be married by: 25-27.5 years. Haha.
Number of kids you’re planning on having: 3. And I'm good. Twins, even better.

LAYER 9: WHAT WERE YOU DOING.
1 MINUTE AGO: Reading shizz online
1 HOUR AGO: Petting my rabbit. Hahha
1 WEEK AGO: School, working on the grad slideshow.
1 YEAR AGO: Downtown Ottawa with J. Possibly watching K'Naan performing live @ Parliament Hill.

LAYER 10: FINISH THE SENTENCE.
I FEEL: bored and tired.
I HATE: being bored.
I HIDE: my shit.
I NEED: harem pants, more silver, more boots, JC wedges.
I LOVE: how almost every black person's reaction to knowing my name is this: "YO THAT'S A BLACK NAME! YOU'RE NOT EVEN BLACK." Hahaha first of all, it's Russian and second of all, technically yes I am. We're all from Africa :)

prom

was okay.

The music could've been way better.

bringiton

So ready.
Let's go.

BALL HARD

Today while I was surrounded by (literally and figuratively) hot and sweaty guys, enjoying myself, Toronto was near the end of the fucking world: WHAT THE F.
How dare you call yourself a "peacemaker"?

For someone who doesn't watch basketball on the regular, okay I'm lying, I never watch basketball, I actually had fun. Maybe because I have never in my entire life been in a room 90% filled with guys.
The games were intense.
I was score keeper. (They picked the wrong person, I don't know any of the rules and regulations) But thanks ref! :)

Now ten hours later, my elbows are on fire because I was holding the clipboard for too long.
And I'm hungry.

Somebody mixed my medicine

I don't know what I'm on.

day 12

Maybe I'm defective because I can't and won't tolerate ignorance and exclusion.
That must definitely be it.
And when I used to genuinely give a shit, that only resulted in the impression of being dishonest.

cynical but learning

Waiting on your game
to send you to some other joy.
I'll pick you up and write you notes:
"Fancy meeting you here."

And don't you give up on me;
don't be like me 'cause you love me.

crossing paths

It's okay.

Just doing our thang in comm. tech. and we didn't feel the earthquake.
Hahaha.

I finished high school last Friday. Tell me why I'm at school everyday?!

Travis McCoy

Travie, you're a qt. Your facial expressions and laugh and smile are the best.

day 9 - someone i wish i could meet

Day 7 and 8 were omitted because 7 is non-existent and so is 8. Hence, day 9.


Dear Justin Vernon,

If we do ever meet, I would like to have a serious discussion about your solo albums and analyze all your songs with you. Maybe afterwards, you can treat me to a private concert or serenade. Whatever tickles your pickle :)

Love,
Tatiana

so many posts in one day

because I am so tired and have nothing to do.
Justin V is making me sleepy.
I don't want to nap.

I need a job.
Like honestly.

This post was useless, pointless, all over the place like my mind at the moment.
G'bye.

Move over

I'm like copper,
You're like shoeshine.
The best is yet to come, we've got a lot of time.
Alligators and armadillos,
couldn't stop me from getting in through your door.

So I return to you.

day 6 - stranger

Train. Around January.
Haven't seen you since. Hahah.

think before you open your mouth

Despite being fucking upset earlier,
I've gotten my shit together.

It wasn't technically my fault. So stop fucking reminding me or pointing it out.
I got over it awhile ago and I'm still coping.
It took me eight fucking years. EIGHT FUCKING HARD YEARS.
So, keep that fucking shit to yourself. I don't need to hear it.
It might be pointing out the truth but it hurts my fucking feelings.

day 5 - dreams

You haven't been giving me nightmares. So we're cool.
But if we are talking about dreams, then...
A good guy with some of my listed qualities or all (aha.), financially stable, good health, and happiness and shit.
Being plainly satisfied with my life would be enough.

Sitting in my room, looking out the window and Brighten's "I Lost Her" on repeat.
The sun is shining, I'm well alive and breathing.
That's all that really matters.

day 4 - sister

Despite your peskiness, you're okay. Kidding.
Thanks. :)

coast of maine

I'm listening to Ivory.
Hi Nathaniel Swokowski. Your 'stache doesn't look that bad, after all :)

Redemption

I'm at the wall.
Staring, looking up at the names.
Mistakes we've made.
- Vernon, J.

LAST!

My last Mary Ward exam, ever.
Life is good again.

Maybe I should say something.

Greetings.
Hi.
Hello.
Hey, just thought I'd let you know that you are attractive. Is that cool? Okay.

This shit always happens. Timing and I aren't friends.

day 3 - parents

They're great. Honestly.

No one's there (I don't care)

If they don't care, then why should I care?
I talk to myself when no one's there
I said to myself:
"No one's there, I don't care."
- Mansions.

day 2 - crush

Dear boy-in-glasses,

You're attractive and cute and whatnot. I am fond of you. (Haha)
Too bad I've noticed you a bit too late. This always happens.
Timing is everything, nawmean???
Anyway.

Sincerely,

The Graduating Girl.

day 1 - best friend

So the list thing on tumblr somewhere and I decided to do it.

Anyway..

~
Dear best friend,
Although we live miles apart in two different cities, we still manage to make our friendship last. It amazes me that we can make this work without seeing each other for at least a six month period of time. By the way, if you're reading this, text me sometime.

Lots of love,
Tati

FEF 4U1

"Studying" for this exam.
I am honestly going to miss this course and this class.
FRENCHIES4EVER!
Four frikken years.

D'awwww.

Oh hi Rafi.

This always happens

Hi, my name is Tatiana.
And you are?

(:

Easiest exam of my life.
Multiple choice? Fill in the blanks WITH words provided? Match the words?
Two short answer questions, both of which I know the answers to.

I definitely aced this exam.
Ninety percent, I see you!
Overall of 86? I'll take it, thanks.

Feeling all giddy and shit.
'cause you cuuuuuute.

Be mine

I'm really trying to study for my Religions du monde.
Then I got side-tracked.

Haha

I remember this.

C: What do you tell people now when they ask you where you're from?
Me: I tell them, "Mauritius. It's a small island near Madagascar".
C: And they still don't get it right?
Me: Hahah. Yeah they don't. "Madagascar? Like the movie?! IT'S AN ACTUAL COUNTRY!"
C: HAHAHA.
Me: Or they're just like, "Where is that?" Then I say, "It's in the Indian Ocean". Still don't get it.
C: I just tell them that I'm from Africa.
Me: Does that work?
C: Somewhat... but sometimes they're like, "YOU'RE FROM AFRICA?! SO YOU'RE AFRICAN?!"
Me: Hahah. I think we should just give up.
C: Yeah. Just tell them that we're from Africa. It's just easier that way.
Me: Deal.

sohard/trytobesomebody

You wreck and you run.

School

I will be officially done by June 18.
One ISP presentation, a portfolio, a final evaluation, and three exams, and I will be finished.

Two attractive guys for different reasons.

We both know who had the guts and balls in this situation.

In case you are still questioning yourselves:
me;
me;
and...

You get the point :)

Growing up

means accepting all the shit that's happened; the good and the shitty.

En passant, j'en ai. Et elles sont plus gigantesques que les tiennes :)

Re: sides

When I get into that land
I'll lead with the one who wears the crown
He will say I'm on your side;
the side that's kind.

I'm the sea and you're japan.

No. 1

I hate loud people on public transit.

Just shut the fuck up. I don't need to hear your conversations nor hear your off-tune singing voice.

just 'cause

I thought I should do this 'cause I have nothing better to do. Actually I do but that's besides the point.

A guy who is as tall as John O'Callaghan and as good looking as him or Rafi Gavron. Who has hair similar to John or hardly any hair at all like Rafi Gavron. I want a guy who's taller than me so when I wear heels I'm not a giant next to him. A guy who can accept my unusual habits and not laugh at them or me. Who is willing to learn Creole (broken French) so he can somewhat communicate with my extended family. Haha. A guy who will love Mauritian food. A guy who will sing with me or to me. A guy who will write me long e-mails or letters instead of short texts. But who will still send me texts that are short and sweet. A guy who has swagger like Rafi Gavron. Naw mean?! A guy who will let me blast Butch (motha fucking) Walker whenever I feel like it and sing along with me to "GET DOWN". A guy who will watch cheesy chick flicks and romantic comedies even though we both know how the ending will be. A guy who can look good even with a little bit of scruff like Nathaniel Swokowski. A guy who will NEVER grow a moustache like Nathaniel Swokowski. Ahaha. A guy who can make me laugh like Dan Levy on The After Show. A guy who can dress as well as Dan or like Bug (Rafi Gavron) on Life Unexpected.

Cute-funny like Justin Long.

But honestly, I just want Rafi Gavron.

The end.

trying to make sense of it

Sometimes I wish last year were this year because then you'd still be here.

So quiet

Like a whisper in a lonely town,
you brush it off, but it's so loud.

Amen

Be yourself and I promise people will enjoy it. And if they don't, forget them. - Mitchell Davis.

RE:

I will.

Ring out

This is tougher than I thought,
Holding you the grace I've caught,
'Cause you're made of everything I want, and I am wringing you out.

Despite:

You always follow through.
You always follow through.

Here's to:

eighteen years of living.

Days

The days are short and the nights are long
And it's all fucked up but we carry on,
Cause there's little else and there's nothing left to do.

-

I bought my shoes for prom over the weekend. They're black and beautiful. I'll be able to wear them again and again and again during the summer.
All black gladiator/open-toe wedges from Aldo. I wanted the "Belgium" knock-offs but they're $110. Money I don't have nor willing to spend. But when I saw these, I had to. Worth every penny of my $70. I'm still surprised at the fact that they fit my feet.

And:

13 units, 3 exams, and limited days to go until graduation.


I'm ready.

I have made mistakes today

So I hope you travel safe.
I hope you’re cool,
I hope you find your way
because it’s sounds like it is safe to say,
we disagree on one too many things.

Want/Need

via Fashion What?


via Google Images


"Belgium" by Jeffrey Campbell OAK


"Alexa" by Jeffrey Campbell

Almost everything

See it's gonna get lonely

:)

My grandparents are my world.
I love and will always love them.

Nothing more, nothing less;
they're all I need.

I missed hearing my grandpa whistle oldies around the house, particularly, What a wonderful world. I missed the ongoing sound of the sewing machine while my grandma sews.
It's all coming back to me now and I couldn't be happier.

Get down

So you had a lot of friends, big black Benz,
Rockin' like "Dokken" til the party ends.
Pink champagne, can't complain, everyone's there for you.
Messed up hair, messed up nose,
Cocaine habit that no one knows about.
Even thought the lies get told, everybody knows the truth.

Can ya get doooooown?

///
I don't know how many times I'm going to say this but...
for a 41-year-old man, Butch Walker, you are fiiiine.

Standin' on the whippgrass, see how it lasts

I actually thought it was you.

(WHAT!)

Just be good until then

Butch Motha fuckin' Walker, you're amazing.

L'important:

"L'essence précède l'essence." - Jean-Paul Sartre.

"Dans la vie on ne fait pas ce que l'on veut, mais on est responsable de ce que l'on est." - Jean-Paul Sartre.

"Ne pas choisir, c'est encore choisir." - Jean-Paul Sartre.

"L'homme n'est rien d'autre que ce qu'ils se fait." - Jean-Paul Sartre.

"On peut en savoir plus sur quelqu'un en une heure de jeu q'uen une année de conversation." - Platon.

"L'essentiel n'est pas de vivre, mais de bien vivre." - Platon.

"Y a-t-il pour toi un plaisir plus grand et plus vif que le plaisir des choses de l'amour?" - Platon.

~

Jean-Paul Sartre et Platon sont incontestablement mes philosophes préférés. (Bien entendu depuis que j'ai pris le cours de philosophie l'année dernière.)

For once,

the weather is screaming summer.
I'm loving it.

On another note, my day consisted of baking chocolate cookie Duncane Hines mix, walking to the park, and playing with my bunny wabbit.

But seriously, Bunbun must've been on some type of narcotic today. She binky'ed like crazy.

I'm talking like this:

Haha Bailey is so cute.

Alone

And my eyes go red
And my skin goes warm.
And at the end of the night
I'm just cryin' in my bed.

Some call it sick.
Some call it pain.
Some just laugh at it.
But honey, it's like the rain.
It's like when thirsty
And there's none in the well.
~ Justin Vernon.



Dear Mr. Vernon, you are amazing beyond words.

Woods

I'm up on in the woods. I'm down on my mind. I'm building a still, to hold down the time.

Enough

I'm tired;
done;
fed up with this shit.

Oh hey, in a month I'll be eighteen.
May 26.

Be human

Just what I needed.
:)

You:

You have my attention
Like you’ve had all the while.
Since that first day when you made my heart smile
With loving eyes and tired sighs that flow.
You have my attention.
- Copeland

Monday

It's Family Day today, public holiday. Not that it matters 'cause I am not going to school tomorrow anyway... or the day after that and so on.

But anyway, life is great despite being temporarily crippled.

All I need is the light shining through the sheer curtains, a bowl of Stonyfield Farms Vanilla yogurt, playing solid games of UNO with my younger sister, and the sound of my mother cooking in the kitchen. Je t'aime maman! :)

Stonyfield Farms yogurt is the best. Delicious and it tastes like whipped cream, except it's healthier! Try it with strawberries or any kind of berries. Healthier alternative for whipped cream. Must-try!

Hope the sun is shining wherever your are. :)

Reminiscence

The song that reminds me most of the 90's:
Have you ever really loved a woman? by: Bryan Adams.

That song played everywhere I was. Blasting through the stereo speakers at my grandparents' house. My mom used to play it continuously.

Bryan Adams, you are (still) amazing.

I'm not gonna lie, I'll probably choose one of his songs as my "first dance" at my wedding, are we cool with that future husband? Hahaha.

Results

Nothing is broken. It's just a huge sprain...

My foot is swollen up like a balloon. It is so freaking scary.

Marvelous

I sprained my foot today, during third period.
Tripped over my own school bag, and hurt my left foot. It hurts like a bitch. GUARANTEED.
I can't walk, at all.

I went to get an x-ray though. Results are pending.

I'm now residing in the living room. Probably going to sleep here too.

Hopefully all is well in everyone else's world.

- Tatiana