#POST 28

Pull The Plug Presents! 

So I listen to a radio show every week, yes a radio show. Not a podcast, or a live U-Stream, just plain Jane old school radio. It plays all acoustic music from 10 PM – 1 AM. I actually look forward to it every week and try my hardest to never miss a show. The best part is the lame talking that usually makes me want to kick kittens when the music isn’t playing is actually hilarious. There are no advertisements that make me want to avoid their products and no annoying promos. Just hilarious stories, intro-jingles and sometimes if we’re lucky; live music. Last Saturday, they had a live show and it was amazing. Live acoustic music is just—amazing. I can’t even describe it. It’s so true to the soul, whether they’re singing from the heart or singing for the fun of it. It’s such a welcoming environment I love it!

Here are the very few pictures I took of the night:

                                                

Shannon Bryan [@xoradioxo] and Mike Hawkins ‏ [highwayman3] and Myself

Melissa Reyes [@munchiixo]  and  the wonderfully talented Jaclyn Vanhappen [@jaclynvanhappen] and Myself

Jaclyn Vanhappen [@jaclynvanhappen] 

Paul Federici [@pfedmusic] and Melissa Reyes [@munchiixo]  

Little City

Justin G [@jurego], Justin Briner [@jbrines3], Myself and Melissa Reyes [@munchiixo]

Justin Briner [@jbrines3], Myself, Justin G [@jurego], Melissa Reyes [@munchiixo], Shannon Bryan [@xoradioxo] and Mike Hawkins ‏ [highwayman3]

Paul Federici [@pfedmusic] and I 

Crazy Fans with Little City

Sorry for the topsy-turbi-ness off the locations of the photos....

#POST 25

She blogs, I blog.

I just skimmed through the various posts of my dear friend Melissa. Can I just take a second to comment on how awesome this girl is? She’s made this health plan to work out and loose a few stray pounds; but her goal isn’t to lose weight, it’s to feel good about herself and be a better healthy version of herself. The world needs more Melissa’s—seriously. Now of course, I haven’t skinned her blog in forever so I went back a few posts and she did a lot of venting.

 It makes me want to vent via blog. And so this is a bitch post—buckle up!

So let me start off with the usual drag story of boys. Boys are yucky. Boys are gross. They make me want to wash my hands at every sink I happen to come across. Tell me, why am I attracted to these….creatures? Ugh.  So every time I come home from London, I’ve been hanging out with a friend of my Ex’s.  Before the question pops into your mind; no my ex isn’t aware that we’re hanging out together, nor do I care if he’s aware or not.  To be completely honest (here I go admitting secrets to the internet) it was my friendship with this guy that had a strong factor in my breaking up with my ex. He’s good looking. Like way above average in my books for Cambridge kids. And he listens to what I’ve got to say AND responds. Strange? You bet. And every time I come down I find myself wondering if he’s free and wants to hang out (we live literally three seconds away from each other). I always have such a great time with him, and we’re always laughing and having an actual-not forced conversation. I never have natural flowing conversations with boys that I have nothing in common with. He teaches taekwondo and is literally the polar opposite of me. It’s weird. I kind of do have a thing for him (I defiantly just cringed in my chair a little bit there) but I would never in a million years try that theory out. We live in two different cities, and I have difficulty maintaining relationships with my friends let alone a..ugh…significant friend. It would just be all sorts of awful. Now usually, that’s the end of that. But, its not. At Fanshawe, there is a kid who my roommates want me to date. It’s a guy from their program; he’s a few years older than me and very cute. But, we have nothing in common, and trying to have a flowing conversation without joking around every few seconds is like pulling teeth. He’s always physically hurt, which is weird. He’s currently going through his second or third process of implanting false teeth. And he’s had an obscene amount of stitches. There’s just always something physically wrong with the kid. Um, can you calm down and not get so drunk that you need to be hospitalized for a minute? I could work with that, I really could. The thought of having a significant man-friend is so appealing which is really the only reason why I’m sticking around to see if it goes anywhere. It’s awful, I know but I do think about him from time to time. Ugh, I wish I could just not care about any of this kind of stuff just like the beginning of school, where being single or taken was not even a thought that would cross my mind. Well that’s my little run-on-sentence on boys.

Now, my grades. I suck at school, I really do. I can’t study and I really am not concerned with missing an assignment. But I should be, because these assignments are worth so much! Ah I was I was normal, and you know, gave a fuck about what I was doing. Take now for instance. I should be studying for the two midterms I have coming up. Instead I’m blogging about how I’m going to fail because I’m not studying. I really should be more concerned but I can really think about right now is the fact that I’m tired and kind of hungry. Really hungry actually. God I want food, food fixes everything.

Tacos would be great.

#POST 24

I haven’t blogged in a while. I guess I should start up again! So I’ve spent about a month in college now and trust me, when they say college changes you, they meant it. I feel…more like a slut really! Not in the way I dress, but in the way I’ve been acting. Ah well, if there ever was an appropriate time to slut up it would be now. I’m pretty sure I’d just got a high five from my favourite How I Met Your Mother character Barney for that comment.
 Although, since starting college I’ve seen an obscene amount of boys peeing, none of them unknown (unfortunately) to me and trust me I wasn’t trying to take a look! Fanshawe is pretty awesome, mainly because of this amazing find though:

Yeah, that shit is real Potter Heads, the Deathly Hallows will follow you erry’ where! The inner nerd in me completely flipped out upon this discovery in one of the cafes in the school. Let me tell you I was so stoked and my poor friend Dave was just so confused. Oh well, I know some people who would find that incredible, like Biltmony Maxamillion. (She did find it amazing for the record.)

My program is amazing! It’s so close knit. We went camping for a full week up in Musokoa in the first few weeks of September. It was amazing! Now let me tell you, being brown town, I don’t get out of the house a lot. I absolutely loved this kind of ‘camping’. I would have been so stoked to go to a place like Pinecrest, or similar to it. I made some really great friendships there that I won’t probably ever forget. Our group made these ‘burn bracelets’. The group leaders (2 years in my program) bought a giant rope, cut them long enough to wrap around our wrists and then fused them together with a lighter. Yes, you’re thought process is correct; they were lit on fire, while on our wrists, after they cooled off though they looked really cool.

The point is that they wouldn’t come off and that us as a group would always be connected by these bracelets. Of course being the small thing I am, I slipped mine off to shower and what not.

 It really changed some people too. The last night, there was this talent show and the shyest kid in the whole program came up along with Nate, (a kid in my class who is unaware of how socially awkward he is, but we all love him anyways) and they rapped up a storm in front of our entire camping family! It was incredible! The rap was god awful but the fact that he came up to do it, and the reinforcement from Nate was just heart-warming. When they were done, we cheered like the Beatles were on stage for him. He came back on stage a few seconds after and said, ‘We should all just have one big hug.’ Something you gotta know about Rec and Leisure kids, when you say group hug, we mean group hug. All 150ish of us ran up to hug this kid. It was so inspiring and amazing just to witness and be a part of that!

So far, I’m loving the college life! Maybe I’ll do a fashion post or a food post next time! I’m stoked regardless.

#POST 21

So I haven't done a post in a while. So here is a random post of pictures of my self in a bright pink sparky shirt (that I've cut up and sewn) and some intense blue and black eye makeup.

See? On Stalker book, I have named it 'Blue on Black--The Bombshell's Back'

 I'm not gonna lie though, I love acting as if I can model and being gangster all at the same time. Actually that was a lie, I just have no clue how to pose for a camera. Thus why my next post will have a model. A white girl named Beth. I'm pretty excited for her to be joining my blog as just that because, well look at that. -->
I'm more than confident that it speaks for it's self.

See that ring? See that blurb? --

If you've noticed, I'm wearing a double ring. Let me give you a pointless background story on this here ring. My good friend Melissa bought it for me for my birthday. She took me out to the mall to pick them out for my self because she didn't know my ring size and because she wasn't sure what I would like. (Although I do have this knack for turning random stuff into fashionably wearing) Anyways, weeks passed and BAM it was my birthday, but she forgot the gift. No big deal, so she'd just get them to me another time. A good month or two passes and by now I've forgotten completely about the gift all together. So when she finally gives them to me I am in shock and awe on how much I love the rings before she pointed out that I had picked them. True story. Wanna hear another one? I just wasted a good two minutes of your life right there. You're welcome.

However, on a separate note, I've been fiddling around more and more with photoshop. I'm very slowly getting the hang of it. This means that my future posts of my own bad photography will be coved up by my lame photoshop skills.

AFTER

BEFORE

TILL NEXT POST BITCHES!

Actually no. I don't talk like this. But the picture deemed that quote appropriate...

#POST 16 Chilean.

That is my description of the most amazing Chilean girl that I know. She recently told me that I was bumped up the friendship latter. This made me ecstatic. She’s one of the few girls from high school that I still talk to. She’s awesome and I love her to death!

 I remember going to Wall Street (which she also introduced me to)  and splitting a four dollar breakfast special and talking about the most random things. I love our random conversations, and the fact that I don’t have to worry about saying anything straight from my mind to her. We are kind of opposites; for instance she wants to save the planet and I feel as if it should stay away from it. She loves to help children and I love to put them into daycare. She’s a Jesus groupie and I think he was a myth but all in all we get along and that’s really all you can ask for.  

We had plans last year to take the province of  Nova Scotia by hand and attend St. Francis Xavier University together. She is someone I could actually live with because we don’t need to see each other 24/7 and we both are a bit messy (okay I’m extremely messy) but we both know when enough is enough.

 We will always be there for each other, whether it be attentively listening to the insane un-holly sins I’ve committed; or snuggled in a couch at Starbucks pouring her heart out to me and then convincing me not to commit murder the next day.

All you need to know is that this girl is awesome and if one messes with her I will fuck you up. 

#POST 05 Bub and Cheese

This is a post dedicated to my best friend Bub.

We are polar opposites. You can run and I can barley walk. I love style and you like whatever’s clean. We love dirty jokes and conversation. I don’t know how we got so close, because we are so contradictory.  You’re in university; I’m jobless and out of school. You’re born and raised here and you are the most foreign person I know. Foreign people are my biggest pet peeve (there I said it) thus you baffle me. I know you on a personal level, and about me you know just the bare basics. You are there for me when I let you, and I will always be here for you. You’re kind of my best friend and I find my self pondering why. Its not a bad thing, but thus it is a thing that is odd. My friendships never last, never survive hurricanes and tornados. They shrivel up and die in the whirl wind, but here you and I are four years strong. You are strong and I am weak. I am strong and you are weak. We balance each other out. We see each other through a weird coloured glass. I can’t begin to think about the horrors that would claim me if the natural causes do claim our friendship, your my best friend and I never want to lose you.

Bub and I after he ran the GoodLife Marathon in Toronto 

Photo Credit to his dad.