2012 in a nutshell

- Osheaga 2012 in Montreal - Paris for a couple of hours - Ile Maurice - Work work work $ $ $ - Friends, good times, good people, etc. 2012 has probably topped my 2010 year off the charts. 2012 has taught me to be more confident in my own skin. I've learned who matter to me, who love me, and who will always be there for me.

Can this week be over already?

And can the weekend just take it slow... Like really slow. I would like to bask in freedom for awhile. This week has been probably the most stressful week of all-time... okay maybe not all-time, but it's nearly up there. And October has just begun. Stress is good right? Or so I'm told. It doesn't feel AWESOME. As of Wednesday, I can partially say that I am free. And then by Thursday night, I can look forward to a good weekend: reunion with my best friend! shopping! shopping! shopping! food!

Osheaga 2012

I probably had the time of my life. What was the most epic moment? I think Passion Pit will take it home. It was raining so hard while they were performing and suddenly, the skies parted and Mr Sun appeared!!!! IT WAS AMAZING. The energy at every set I attended was INSANE. I enjoyed James Vincent McMorrow aka my future husband aka the cutest bearded man with an angelic voice. His stage was suited for him! Scène des arbres. Imagine trees surrounding you and HIM singing. Can it get any better than that? I loved every single minute of his performance. The closing song was so fucking lovely. "We don't eat" and it was sunny then!!!
Until we headed to scène des montagnes... and then the rain poured hard again. We were all swimming in it. I had never felt more free in my life though. I hated it for the first couple of minutes, until I realized how silly it was. I love the rain. And having a little or a lot of it falling on you does not hurt.. unless there's thunder and lightning, then maybe you should be scared.
As you can guess, by this time in the day, at around 9:30pm, I smelled horrible. I had to head to the McGill new residence to pick up my stuff and change in their public washroom. Buy some St-Hubert (MIAM MIAM!!) and look for the Megabus station all by my lonesome. A night in the life of a hobo. Seriously. The ride back to Toronto was less terrible considering how tired I was. But it was so uncomfortable. I wanted to shower so I could smell good again... Hahahaha. I arrived at the downtown station at around 7:00am the following day (Monday August 6). Once I got home at 8:15am-ish, I took a shower and watched television. We waited for time to pass by to catch the plane. Goodness that flew by fast.
TO - PARIS - MRU
Brutal flight. I slept from TO to Paris. But Paris to Mauritius was long!!! It seemed long. It felt long. It was long.

- The past came to visit. And I was okay with it. - OSHEAGA '12 - j'en ai vraiment hâte!!! - Montréal bound and consequently, island bound. - Lavendre is my all-time favourite flower and scent. - High-waisted denim shorts and flowy tops and bare legs and sandals and messy wavy hair and high buns and ponytails and rings and piling on jewelry and sun kissed skins (so hawt will meltchur popsiiclee, oooh). - First thing's first, I must [finish] packing.

nts: when your head's about to explore, think ZEN.. pigeon pose... om.

~

Girl talk and drinks and chit chats. Head spins and puking. Night long laughing.

It's okay

- I didn't even want to go anyway. - I can't handle screamo/metal shit. Just by looking at the lead singer shaking his head, I already feel a concussion coming on... - Late night TTC rides are the best. Dude who thought he could rap... Hahaha

Before and during and after work fun

Laugh attacks during lunch. Quiznos for dinner followed by Menchie's for dessert. More laugh attacks and catching up and a bunch of funny nonsense. Overall splendid effing day. Just sayin'!

What did I just do?

I feel so awful. :( That does not [instantly] make me a bad person. I have the right to change my mind too.

note to self:

Do not ever attend mass at my elementary school church. The priest uses a sensual voice during the mass... and talks passionately about sex and the way it can "corrupt" one's mind (even those who are married). Apparently a relationship should not consist of sex. Like hardly at all, if possible. Also, he tends to use statistics a lot. "Statistics also show that... x, y, z." Anyway, I can't tolerate his ignorance and his judgemental views. Needless to say, I did a lot of laughing and head shaking... A thought came to mind: I wonder how he would react if he were forced to watch an episode of 1g5g. HA.

Stupid shit you hear at the library

"The library smells like anus."

HAHAHAHA. WHAT. THE. HELL.

quatsch!

- learned German via pins
- PROST!
- Stroganoff isn't that bad.
- mmm cheese.

I've been wearing pyjamas since last Friday. I've been constantly changing t-shirts because every freaking time the fever goes down I sweat bucket loads. I've been eating fruits and yogurt and congee soup. I have no appetite. I'm nauseous. I've been hibernating since last Friday too. Well I did go to the doctor's on Monday. That doesn't count.

I miss my health. Meeehhhh.

On the bright side, I made pancakes this morning because yesterday I learned that maple syrup is healthy.

Lavender tea and The Weepies and TV kind of Sunday night.

Not the ideal time to get sick. SERIOUSLY.

Gotta have you

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying.
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine.
No no no no no. Nothing else will do.
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you.

Couple of things

Sudden, out-of-the-blue fever = shivers and feeling cold and headache.

I can't freaking deal with this right now, I have so much shtuff to do. NO. GO AWAY FEVERRRR!!!!!

The Temper Trap show this Sunday!!! SUNDAY FUN DAY!

We actually have to compile a "karaoke" video for my computer class. SERIOUSLY? Hahahah. I'm singing Jacques Brel. Deal!

I don't care what she says.

Osheaga 2012. It's happening.

Aimes-tu les macarons?

JOUR DU MACARON à Toronto. Naturally during our one hour break, we'll go midtown to claim free macarons!

Miam miam.

MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA 2013

See you next mid-July. Four months. Solo.

:)

Merci Baudelaire

Reciting Baudelaire outside and basking in the sun.
Then you walk over.

A guy in a nice suit and wing tips.

Need I say more?

Finished my fourth short story.
Needless to say, my eyes are burning.

THIS ONE BETTER BE APPRECIATED.

Believer, a dreamer

Nathaniel Wayne (Moon) Swokowski's voice + writing = a superb Saturday night.

What I have been doing lately:

waking up before 7am – when I could clearly be sleeping until much later – to head to campus and do homework. (I must admit that this tactic has been working quite perfectly).

watching a lot of Sex and The City reruns. GUILTY!

drowning in assignments. Three weeks to go!!!! LET'S DOOOO THIS!

finding myself falling asleep in class... why am I so tired? I can't be. I shouldn't be. Other people have it worst than me.

listening to I Can't Make You Love Me, the Bon Iver cover, on repeat. His version makes me want to cry.

also listening to a lot of T. Mills. T MILL-I-ON! I freakishly find him attractive. I don't know...

wearing variations of the same thing.

WHO NEEDS CLOTHES WHEN YOU HAVE MUSIC?

CONCERTS > CLOTHES
(WHAT!)

March 25: The Temper Trap
August 2: Florence and The Machine

When "Sweet Disposition" is played, you bet I'll be dancing my ass off...

Il me dira des "je t'aime" et j'aimerai tant ça

Jacques Brel's "Madeleine" has been on repeat.

Maybe I am a 65-year-old woman at heart.

I told you to be patient

"Skinny love doesn't have a chance because it's not nourished." - Justin Vernon.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

Interesting and fun night to say the least.

That simply sums up my first clubbing experience. Also, being an avid people watcher, it was definitely a fun time seeing people acting irrationally.

Reading week will consist of reading and writing

Like, actually. I don't understand how people can go to Florida or wherever else and not have anything due before, during or after reading week. It's ridiculous and unfair.

Usually I would love to use my reading week to do the following in no particular order: watch "On n'demande qu'à en rire" at 12:30pm, workout, endlessly browse blogs, catch up on television shows (especially 1 girl 5 gays, Sex and the City), listen to loud music while no one is home, eat, sleep and repeat. Instead I will be working tuesday and friday and doing homework in between.
Reading week starts tomorrow for me. Library date (ON CAMPUS!) at 10am for a project. Then DEFINITELY heading to Zara for the promising end of season sale.
But I am mostly looking forward to Saturday, night out with ma guuuurlz.

How can you not do anything?

Funny moment no. 1213813719821821 at work.

After helping with a rather beautiful male student, a stand-by student, a woman to be exact, asks me the following:
"Are you married?"
Caught off guard, I reply with a sheepish "no".
"Then how can you not do anything when you see a boy like that? He was good-looking!" she gestures where the boy once stood.

Mind you this is a married woman talking to me who is about 35+ years old. Hahaha.

But I agree, he was very handsome à la Edward Honaker sans la coupe de cheveux. Still, he had slickback hair, a little scruff. And he was very nice and tall.

On the bright side, should I see him again on campus I can talk to him.
(Or at least try to... Hahaha)

Quote of the day

"Le joli bougre a abandonné le cours."

Unfortunately. POURQUOI?

And we were served beer in class. Hahaha. The most peculiar and hilarious thing to ever happen to me thus far in university.
Früli beer is the only beer I drink. Thank goodness it's belgian.

Wide awake and it's 12:15am

But I am done writing my second short story. I AM EXHAUSTED.

Grammy's shwammy's

Congratulations Bon Iver for their Best New Artist win and Best Alternative Music Album.

But for the record, Bon Iver is not "new" but rather the fucking "best". Justin Vernon does not need a grammy for his wonderful music to be recognized and validated. Just sayin'.

Love forever and all ways.

Tough guy's running his mouth and I am glistening

If only I was great at expressing myself through my writing. There's so much I want to say but I have difficulty translating it all into sentences. Just so it makes sense.
EDIT: Words spit on paper. It's a matter of piecing it all together.

Also, I forgot how postcards can be comforting and how just a few words scribbled onto paper can mean so much to the receiver.
Thank you for reminding. Thank you for thinking of me.

An ideal Friday is spent

sipping on Organo Gold mocha, writing all while having Bon Iver as faint background music.

What you should know about me before we become friends:

I cannot, for the life of me, contain my laughter. It's so inappropriate on multiple levels. I honestly cannot help myself.
During class, at work, or anywhere. In any situation. It's awful.
Also, it's because the smallest of things can trigger my laughter. It doesn't take much. If I'm with somebody who is just as ridiculous as me, I laugh even more...
I may be crazy. No doubt about it!

It's love that gets us through it

Just a few pictures taken with my Holga lens mounted on my Nikon d90.



Birkdale Ravine

These were slightly edited with multiple gradients.

I just made a $127 online purchase at The Bay. In my defence, most of my purchases are gifts and Olympic Collection attire (which I absolutely love).
I couldn't resist the crew neck and the beanies... they're freaking precious and they're collectibles!!! AND they're on sale!!!!
Don't hate, appreciate.
Also, mind you that this post is just an awful attempt to convince myself that this was indeed a legitimate purchase and decision on my part. Which it is. Absolutely and positively.

Remember

Remember when the 124 was indifferent to me? Remember when Pape station was just another stop on the way to the West side? Or when I would never spend Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings doing work?

I'm crazy.

I must admit, I'm a little bit lost in space, a little bit out of place.

I kind of miss New York and the Upper West Side even though our hostel was surrounded by the projects. I kind of miss the 103rd st subway station and the long and tiring daily walks. I kind of miss eating bagel sandwiches for breakfast every day. I kind of miss the weird smell of the staircases and our room. I kind of miss the lights and the commotion and that time we walked the Brooklyn bridge in its entirety. The view, the cars and the crazy pedestrians. I think I just took it for granted while in the moment. Haha. But I honestly did enjoy the experience. Not to mention, it was with amazing company.

I'm looking forward to a lot of things though. New projects, new goals, new adventures, new year.

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.

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.

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!!!

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.

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.

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.

NO HANDS!

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

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.

day 2 of

sticking to my SLIM & TRIM 15 for 2012.

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

Smoke on Sundays when you're drunk and dressed

This. Right Now.

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.

Le Horla

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

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.

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.

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.

Day 3

The MET and Madison avenue. Central park. Churros and hot dogs for lunch.
Then afterwards Chinatown and little Italy. Stopped for fresh taro bubble tea. Almost lost my shit but thankfully the Asian lady was kind enough to keep it safely until I retrieved it.
Long day of again more walking. My feet hate me for it. And I will defintely have to see my chiropractor upon my return. Sore everywhere.

New York city

Day 2 in the big apple:
Times square and fifth ave.
Lots of shopping due to lots of good deals.
Rockerfeller centre, the trump tower and the big tree like in Home Alone 2 where Kevin was.
Back to the hostel to relax and watch the free comedy show at 9 o'clock. Met a Canadian and a bunch of australians. The show was great. The comics were funny.

By the end of the night, my body and mind were tired. I still missed my bed. A lot.

i got the moves like jagger

Bier Market on The Esplanade for VAT'S AFTER VERK?
Although I'm not keen on drinking beer, I had the Früli and it was delicious.

Live music, dancing, beer (more beer and even more beer), chugging, half-drunken chit chats and nonsense, stupid boys, hating on downtown drivers ("YOU SUCK! BULLSHIT!"), getting hit on by definitely drunk boys while looking the most ridiculous in a head scarf and the other in a duvet jacket, laughs all around ("It's okay! I know Jiu Jitsu!"). It's always a good time, sober or not.

All smiles

High school girl crush on you.
C'est terrible. I can't help it.

:)

CHEESY, IN ALL HONESTY

I am extremely thankful to have found friends in each and every one of you. I was sceptical that I wouldn't encounter genuine people, ever again. I was afraid to give anyone a chance. But I am so glad to have this job, to have met you all and above all, to have you in my life.

Life is just funny sometimes. Before May, I was not my happiest. Now I'm pretty complacent with my life.

AT LAST

I am a free bird!!!!!!!!!

Also, I'm kind of obsessed with Andrew Allen's "I Wanna be your Christmas". How freaking adorable is that song?!

I don't care

I'm posting updates on my progress to freedom!!!!!

15h03 - le long article est fini!!!!!


[x] examen
[x] long article
[ ] dissertation
[ ] exam

I woke up from a dream this morning feeling furious.
I was aware that I was only dreaming but the unfortunate events of the dream infuriated me.
I think I was even crying for being upset, frustrated, irritated.

French guy down the hall with the neck tattoo, dark messy wavy you-just-want-to-put-your-fingers-through hair, blazer-oxford shirt-fitted pants wearing, elegant smoker, the accent that makes you melt and brings you down to your knees.

As if that run-on sentence does not illustrate la beauté de cet homme.

I'm done.

After high school, we kind of disappeared from each other's lives.
Tell me why I was anticipating for that to happen? I somehow knew it would.
So, if we were to accidentally cross paths one day, what would we say to one another? Would there even be anything to say?

~
Old friends, by old I mean former, tend to be extremely immature when I'm in the same room or hallway or whatever as them.
So what we had our differences? It doesn't mean that we have to be uncivilized. It also does not necessarily mean that I despise you with a passion. Because quite frankly, I don't. You just don't matter to me anymore. Also, way to make things unbelievably and purposely uncomfortable.
Your death stares don't phase me, girl please.

OVERBOARD

I am an assignment, a photography portfolio, a dissertation, a long article, two exams away from (temporary) freedom.
My computer class is driving me kind of nuts. I am praying to magically find a solution to that positioning conundrum with CSS with my logic because it's a logic course. WHY.
I have already planned out the dissertation. So all I really have to do is put the pieces together accordingly, include the footnotes and the bibliography. I'm done the introduction though.
I wrote the introduction to the long article... which by the way, has to be approximately 1700 words. I'm actually excited to write that piece, for some known and unknown reasons.
I can't wait to finish that CSS exam. Let's not exclude EXCEL altogether, shall we please? I hate it with a passion. Can I also pass it with a 100? I did receive 99% on the midterm. Can we excel in this one as well? (See what I did there... SYLLEPSE!! I did learn shizz this semester in my figures de style class. Haha.)
My French intro to literature exam is tomorrow. I'm well prepared. I am quite content with my marks so far. Ain't nothing to worry 'bout.
Aside from school, I have to go to Keele one of these days to attend that exchange information session.
I have to go Christmas shopping which I suppose should contribute to my workout. (I need to get back into working out.)

I am impatiently waiting:
to finally relax, which involves drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies and/or W Movies.
go out with friends. Delicious sangria and chitchats please?
for Christmas Eve and Christmas day!
for New York City with my all around lovely fellow fashion enthusiast.

in my place

A rather successful shopping weekend. I spent my Saturday roaming Queen Street West endlessly only to find myself frustrated by the fact that I couldn't find a pair of decent leather boots - ones that were up to my expectations. Finally, we ended up at our last stop: Softmoc shoes. I usually don't shop there for boots. The only pair of shoes I have bought at that company were my Sorel boots. But I found the Orinocco Dip stone Clarks boots on sale. I've been eyeing them for quite some time. They're the perfect combination of a biker and western boot. I also found the SoftMoc Desert boots on sale for $ 44.99. They are extremely similar to the Clarks. I was tempted to buy them right and then and there. But instead, I bought them today! And I got them for a whopping $15 (tax included)!!!! I am so freaking happy!
Isn't it sad how materialistic I can be? I can't help but rejoice in my treasure finds! And savings, might I add.

So this officially means no shopping until NYC. Well, no shopping for myself. Only for others.

couples o' things

- This semester is by far the best: 2 core French courses and 2 electives (computer class and photography)
- I only had 1 midterm... open book for my computer class. What did I tell ya? THE BEST!!!
- NYC in a couple of weeks!
- Newly purchased: Camel blazer with suede elbow detailing and brown ankle riding boots.
- I love how almost nobody pays attention to Sears but yet there are so many beautiful clothes... for cheap!
- Also, I noticed that I cannot speak English anymore to save my life. I don't know if I should be worried or I should laugh... I'm stupid. Last time, I used a French term in English. It didn't make any freaking sense!! The poor student I was helping was probably extremely confused..

Conclusions:

1. I am terrible at bowling. It is beyond embarrassing. I got 1 spare in 3 rounds. Well at least I got one.
2. Even throwing the ball with my left hand (the one I use the most) does not help.
3. It's humiliating to be playing when you are surrounded by professional old people in the bowling alley. They're so good!!!
4. Bowling is fun only with good company.

Thanksgiving Monday

I spent the day finishing my "Analyse courte no.1" all whilst listening to Coldplay and Colbie Caillat records on repeat.
I realize that I am listening to too much Colbie. Who doesn't love a good ukelele, pop, feel-good tune about falling in love and boys and past/current relationships and shit?
Some people like Taylor Swift. And others prefer Colbie (which would be me, by the way).

Besides "Bubbly", I quite like: "All of You, "You Got Me", "What If" (so fitting right now...), "I Won't", "The Little Things", "Droplets", amongst various others...
This is embarrassing.

While people will bask in a week free of classes and commuting to and from the campus, I will be working on campus. I can't complain though... $$$
I want sky-high all-black leather booties.

I want to do something for me. Not for someone else. Just this once, I want to do it for me.
Not to please my parents, my bosses, students at work or fucking society.
Just me.

You know?

Happy Birthday! :)

Good food and good company.
What more could you ask for?
Sweet potato fries and sangrias and chitchats.

We should have done this ages ago. Well, months ago to be exact. But whatever. We shall do it more often.

I've always wanted to travel. Given the opportunity and the means (now that I work), I promised myself that I would visit places.
And I will do just that.

New York City for New Year's!
And Mauritius next summer.

I am beyond excited.
Damages will definitely made during our NYC trip. Girls and shopping and NYC? Disaster. My wallet will hate me.

What I should not be doing

Listening to Colbie Caillat records.

Definitely not to "What if".
Definitely not.

- My vision board is overflowing with pictures and goals. I'm excited.
- I am sad to see summer temperatures fleeting but I'm also glad for fall: cable knit sweater and maxi and boots combination weather!
- Tomorrow will be my last day of work as a full-timer. I'll miss lunch chit-chats and walks around campus. As a matter of fact, I won't even have a full hour lunch break tomorrow. I'll be by myself. Eating.
- I want too many things: desert boots in tan, a tan satchel (for school), skirts, more sweaters (especially a waffle knit) and long sleeve shirts. YET I should be saving up for NYC. I don't know how that's going to work out... considering that J is coming down in a week or two strictly for shopping purposes.

THOUGHT CLOUD

- Classes start in a week. I'm actually quite excited to be in school again. But I'll miss going to work everyday. I'm weird, I know.
I love my job! (No sarcasm intended in this honest statement.)
- I'm not looking forward to Monday evening class though.
- It's ridiculous how I wish you'd speak more! To me.
- Sometimes, I hate thinking like a woman: overanalyzing shit 99.99% of the time. It's exhausting and frustrating.

to do:

[x] Save up for NYC (countdown: 4 months);
[x] Buy a pair of boots for autumn (desert booties in tan/camel);
- Buy more office casual clothes;
[x] Buy tights;
[x] Buy thick socks for autumn;
- Finish knitting that scarf;
- Take the G1 test (at last...), but save up for that in the meantime;
[x] Pay tuition;
- Sell my philo books;
[x] Look at the textbook list;
[x] Locker rental;
[x] Buy a pouch for my Macbook.

Consistency > Convenience
Quality > Quantity

I am so over accepting people's bullshit.
I've had my fair share of dealing with ignoramuses accusing me being someone or something that I am not.


~

I remember all too well
Just how it feels to be all alone
To feel like you'd give anything
For just a little place you can call your own.
- "Let it be me" by Ray LaMontagne

This song was fitting, just a year ago.

Good weekend

It was great to get away from the city for a weekend.
Also, solid tank maxi dresses and boat shoes are a great combination. I don't care what any of y'all say.

HOPE(FUL)

There must be a God.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Chin up

But I'm exhausted and worried amongst many things.

Just a laugh though, changes absolutely everything.
A laugh = a greater and better feeling

I'm going to take a walk around the neighbourhood. Three days in a row.
It helps with things.
Thinking.

Laughing for multiple (sometimes irrational) reasons.
I wish other people had the same sense of humour as us. There would be a lot of happier people. Just saying.

for once,

I don't want to be the one chasing. I'd like someone to chase me. I'm tired of chasing.
It's a testament that you're worth it. In a way. Because if you're being chased, it means that the person thinks you're worth it, right?
I'm exhausted.

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I am beyond excited.

I'm exhausted. I'm fed up. I'm tired of being tired of your shit.

All giddy and shit.

+ I honestly want to get to know you. I want to hear your story. There's just so much we could say and share.

CHEAP

Today was a pretty thrifty and successful day:
- $6 movies ticket for Crazy Stupid Love (which was really funny!)
- $4 mini burger & fries meal
- Free Vanilla Bean frappucino and lemon poppy seeds cake samples from Starbucks
- $5 camel maxi skirt from H&M
- One free subway ride courtesy of Lesley

WHAT/WHY/HOW

What is your current obsession? Piling on jewelry on my wrists and my fingers, oversize watches, wavy hair, sitting out in the sun to naturally lighten my (desperately in need of a trim) mane, Feather clip-in extensions and Bon Iver
What is your weirdest obsession? Reading Justjaredjr and OceanUp.
What are you wearing today? Everything JOE Fresh... Black tank top maxi dress, Navy blue crochet top, Beige peep toe sandals.
Why is today special? I'm going to Ribfest for the very first time! Mmm ribs.
What would you like to learn to do? Sew and crochet and make music and skateboard and ice skate.
What’s for dinner today? Ribs.
What’s the last thing you bought? Aside from food, I bought Sperry Top-sider shoes in Navy blue.
What is your most challenging goal right now? I guess striking conversation with this boy... Hahah. Oh geez, how lame is my life. That's the most challenging goal as of late.
Where would you like to be? Montreal, Prince Edward Island, Italy, France (South of France especially), Spain, Mauritius.
What would you like to have in your hands right now? A pair of Jeffrey Campbell wedges.
What would you like to get rid of? Anything that is negative.
What are you gonna buy this week? Well, food for sure. And a movie ticket.
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? Somewhere in Provence, France.
What's in your bag? Cellphone, iPod, lip stick & lip stain, wallet, tokens for bus fare.
What's your favorite colour? Seafoam/pink, Coral, Ivory.
What is your dream job? I wouldn't mind working on my campus after graduation. Free tuition sounds pretty tempting. Especially if I'm planning to have kids. And the campus itself is so freaking beautiful.
What are your plans for this summer? Work, Overnight trip to Niagara Falls and most likely somewhere for Labour day weekend. I'm not certain where we're going exactly... or if we're going.
If you could be a celebrity for one year, who would it be? I'm going to sound like such a fan girl. But... I'd love to be Miley or Demi for a year. Hahah
How do you picture yourself in ten years? At 29, I'd like to be already married and have a career. And hopefully a child.
Favourite item of clothing in your closet? My maxi dresses. Love.

I thought I was the only one who hated high school. Well at least I thought that I wouldn't meet anyone else who felt the same way.
It turns out I'm not that crazy.

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Sometimes you just know that certain things are meant to happen at a specific moment in time.

Today was indeed the day.

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Also, have you ever laughed as you are drinking water? And all of the sudden, the water that was once in your mouth splashes out and lands directly onto your pants? Then, you begin to cough hysterically as you try to catch a breath for the sake of living? Did I mention, this happens all while you are working? Well, that's never happened to me until today. I blame my easy sense of humour and my lack of "laughter" control. That was a good and bad time. If that makes sense.

Let's hope this never happens again.

But it was freaking hilarious.

Feel-good music after a nice swim.
Now playing: Up Up Up - Givers

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No risk, no reward. And so, tomorrow will be the day.

HOLOCENE

This performance makes me happy.
I'm happy that Justin's not only getting the recognition that he deserves. But it's the fact that he's using all of that hard earned money towards more musicians for an amazing live performance.

His music is great. Especially for meditating, thinking and sleeping. I have my mother and my 14-year-old sister listening to Bon Iver, Bon Iver. Well, they have no choice since that's all I've been listening to since I got my hands on the record. Everyone should listen to his old stuff as well, before he was Bon Iver.

He's an all around beautiful man.

love is a sturdy tree

1. I will. I have to. I will.
2. Sperry Top-sider shoes in navy! The fact that they are work appropriate makes me love them even more... Good purchase. :)
3. Sunday post-dinner tunes: all three of Deyarmond Edison records on blast

- I mustered all the courage that I had in me. And the universe simply did not cooperate today. Tomorrow... Again.
- "I had a dream that I was eating a giant marshmallow. I woke up and my pillow was gone." Hahaha.
- The violent tree that was out to get us! "Take that you tree!" Hahaha.
- "Don't you dare flick that thing on meee!!"
- Flying beetles and giant ants make for great friends at lunch time.
- "Don't be a pussy! Grow some lady balls!" Hahaha.
- Obsessed with the new Bon Iver record. It's on repeat day and night. You are a genius, Justin Vernon. You and your talented team! Amazing.
- Angry mothers on the phone are the most entertaining... really? Your son/daughter is a university student and they still can't do anything on their own? And don't you be taking your rage out on me. I didn't do anything!!!

Besides walking on random outings, I've decided to get back into "exercising". So, I took a nice swim in our pool today after work. The water was so nice and warm!

And why am I scared of people? More specifically of you. Well not scared of you per say, but just hesitant to talk to you.
Although this morning would have been the perfect opportunity to talk to you, we just had to be conveniently wearing headphones. WHY.
Tomorrow.

Sunday night tunes and thoughts

I was watching The Invention of Lying today which made me believe even more that there is a God; that there must be a God. I don't think that the concept of God was just fabricated by humans. Where would one even come up with such an idea? It's too surreal for the mind.

Also, it is just as absurd or if not more, to believe in le hasard (randomness).