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.

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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?