#POST 29

Yet Another Blog Facelift

Expect this year I have a plan. I've actually written a list on this amazing app on my phone.

I need to show you this app. It’s called Colour Note and it saves my life on a daily biases. I found it in the Google App Store but I’m not sure if its available for iPhone users.

Here are a few screen shots I captured:

This is what it looks like when you open the app

I use this just for notes, but you can use it as a calender. Also, it archives for you and it can be synced with your computer! 

The Note section gives you the chance to make a 'Text' or a 'Checklist' and you also have the  option of locking your notes!

This is what I wrote on my list. W can hopefully expect to see these in the new year! Also, when you've completed the item, when you click on it, it crosses its self out! I just forgot to cross something off so you can see it.

It can also be organised in a few different ways. Because it can be colour coded, and  locked the possiblites are endless!

It’s pretty straight forward and all kinds of awesome and hopefully will help me get my but into gear, blog wise. 

#POST 27

I thought I would share my favourites from Tumblr. These are the ones that I have saved from the website and  are now slide showing accross my laptop.I have no idea where they actually came from...

#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 #23

FASHION|THE VERSATILE DRESS

My first outfit post! So I have no idea how to articulate this type of post, but here I go trying...

So this is Beth.

I had Beth stand around my condo area; in about next to nothing as I took pictures of her with my crappy blue camera. Said camera is now missing, by the way. Anyways, I had her in one outfit the entire ‘shoot’. She was wearing a dress that could be worn to literally anything be it fancy, or just to hang around in. So this post is basically about how you can take one piece of clothing and recycle it for a few occasions.

For a fancy outing with this dress, I paired it with a thin grey belt, a few random black and sliver bracelets and a cute little pendant necklace, oh and killer heels. The heels are silver, but are reflective with the light.

This was the only picture I could get with the full outfit...

I personally think that the thin belt makes it a wee bit classier. The belt was bought at a hardcore catholic thrift store for 50 cents. You could pair this classy version of the versatile grey dress with any colour of bando/thank top. I personally liked the blue on Beth so we went with that for the 'shoot' but I would go for a more neutral colour for fancy events.

                                   

So as I said, the shoes were quite reflective, so when I tried to take a decent picture of them they looked green due to the grass. They are actually silver. I these shoes would would work great with a pair of dark skinny jeans or with cute short bold coloured summer dresses.

Another great accessory is a great leather jacket. This jacket looks great as a fancy jacket as well as a stylish everyday wear. Which brings us to the mix up, the everyday look version of thus dress.

Everything looks sexier with a leather jacket!

From Fancy to Chillin, just like that!

So for the hanging out version of this dress, I traded the heels for some ankle boots and the thin belt for a thick one. You could also work this with some leggings and flats. The combinations are really endless with this dress really.

So the accessories for this more casual look are these fabulous ankle boots:

And a thick belt:

 I feel that the thicker belt just seems more relaxed, less constriction and a lot more fun than a thin one. You could even play up the colours and styles of the belt. Depending on how you're wearing the dress, a belt can make a huge difference. For example, a shine-tasic belt while going clubbing would look way better than a nuetral coloured one would look. Belts are often the key to transforming outfits from Plain Jane to Dannng! 

So the last thing I would like to say about this photoshoot with Beth, is her makeup.

All I really did, was made giant <>'s to the corners and creases of her eyes with a black eye shadow blending with a brown towards her nose, then filled in the insides with a fun reddish copper colour to make her eyes pop a bit. A bit of eyeliner on the lid of her eye and mascara later, she looked ready to rock and roll!

Anywho, I would like to take this second to thank Beth for putting up with this silliness. She does make a far better model than I do though!

Doesn't she?

#POST 22

This is a sleep deprived post written because I am awake and tonight is worth writing about. First off my night started with my friend’s 20th birthday party. That was really boring and I do not feel bad saying that I was glad to leave. The plus side to the borefest was that I did not arrive there until 11:30 PM and this is where my night begins.

My friend Kolacz and I left to head up to the local Timmys at 2 AM. We decided that we would grab some grub and then climb Clemens Mill, our old elementary school. On our way to Timmy’s we stop across the street of another one of our friends, Mike. Out of tipsy-ness and the sense of adventure, we call him up and in about five minutes he to is on our way with us to Timmy’s. Kolacz and I thought it was so funny to call Mike up, and then we thought ‘Fuck Yeah Mike!’ for leaving his house at 2:30 AM to do some adventuring. We all make our way to Timmy’s and Kolacz parts ways with us for a few minutes to grab some cash so I could buy him some smokes. Being the only legal one out of the three of us he was really thankful that I had bought him them.

After our food stop we headed off to the school. It’s about 20 after 3 AM at this time. On the way we discover that Mike has a fear of heights, but like a champ he was willing to overcome his fear. Kolacz helps Mike and I get up on the first story and the view is just amazing. The trees look like a plastic model and the houses look as if they were carved carefully out of clay. When Kolacz gets himself on the first level, he leads us to the ladder of where the second story entrance was. I climbed up the cold ladder and discovered that the view form the first landing was absolutely nothing compared to what my eyes were taking in. It was quiet and peaceful, with just the sounds of the covered ceiling fans and the wind blowing around you. The entire city of Cambridge looked like, as Kolacz put it, a carefully crafted doll town. The houses looked perfect, the trees looked like small toys and the roads all disappeared with their bends and turns around corners. You could see for miles.

The time was now 4 AM. The beauty of the city completely consumes your mind, and then I looked up. The sky was wonderful. The clouds wrapped around the atmosphere like loose cotton fluff and moved at a painfully slow rate round the earth. The three of us laid on our backs and looked up at the sky, completely mesmerized by scattered stars and dream like clouds. There were no trees, or buildings obstructing our view of the limitless night sky before us. It was one of the most amazing experiences I’d ever had in my life.

I would also like to note that I did all of this in 3 inch heels. I feel very accomplished. I like to think that I was the first one ever to be on top of that school with heels that high. I got home at 10 to 5.

Now I am listening to Discovery by Daft Punk and finishing up this post. It was too amazing not to blog about.

#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 18 A letter to You, a recipient that will never read this.

This is why I don't let you hug me. Because you hurt me to the point where I shed a few tears when explaining to my best friend (who might as well listen and react in the same fashion as a rock) why I was such an emotional wreck. You were in my head. You took over my thoughts. When I saw you my stomach dropped and sometimes I jumped. It shocked me every time because I was so used to you at one point in my life. I finally had a shoulder to lean on without the need for me to feel awkward, or an emo loser.  You were the first person who kissed me, and I’m not talking about my first kiss ever, I’m talking about my first kiss with someone who was kissing me not because it was a dare, or because we were drunk, but because I had minimal make up, having a horrible day and you just wanted to. Without any substance or encouragement form anything or anyone else. To me, that was special, and probably something I will never forget. Another thing I will always remember is your hugs, and how for some reason when you hugged me I immediately felt better. That was a feeling I had never experienced before. And the more you hugged me, the safer I felt. I was becoming addicted to them. I even found comfort in your scent. I remember inhaling deeply every time purely because it made me forget what ever was going on for just that moment.

 I never told you anything too deep, but somehow got you talking about things that you kept to yourself. Personal subjects, subjects I felt were told to me because I gained your trust. How silly of me to think of that, right? Because soon you wouldn’t even look at my face, say hello or even acknowledge the fact that I was alive. Now I’m used to that treatment. Honestly. I have even giving it to some people in my life as well. At first it hurt, but I just told my self, ‘Meh, I guess it was good while it lasted.’ And waited for myself to move on. But I never did. I’m still waiting. Why? I have no clue. I don’t like being in the same room with you anymore. You terrify me. The things you can do to me without you knowing are things that I rather not you find out. My stomach still drops. My head still spins. You still look the other way. And that hurts me the most, because I still don’t know why. I hate it the most, when you do talk to me, and I find my self struggling to keep the conversation, even though it was dead from the start. Why do I try so hard for you? You don’t care. I know the results. Why am I acting as if you were a huge part of my life? Why do I want to keep you in it? If there was one thing I hate more than anything about you now, is how bitter I am towards you about all of this. How I feel. And I feel it every time I see your picture, when I notice you in public. It kills me.

 I literally want you. Not in a sexual way. I just want you to notice that I do live in the same town as you. I want you to just say hello. Smile at me, because you know I have a smile glued onto my face. Weather I want it there or not. I want you to hug me one more time. One more safe hug. That’s all really. You made me feel like a person for once. I guess I’m so hooked up on you because I want that feeling again. The sense of security, knowing that I could come to you with a feeling and you would actually talk to me instead of saying ‘that sucks’ like everyone else. I wish we were still friends. I don’t even know what we are anymore. I don’t care, but at the same time I do.  I just don’t like this hold you have on me. I want you to let go. But then again, you have no idea it’s you. You don’t know what’s going on. You don’t care. And why should you? You moved on. You got over it. I clearly did not impact you as much as you did to me. So what does it matter?

It doesn’t.

#POST 17 Writing Pac

I wish I could finish at least one short story. It would honestly be a great achievement this year if I commit to anything at all. Even the new tumblr blog I made is slowly, yet surely being abandoned. I opened up this word document today to find this lovely quirky little story in the file, instead of a lost blog. Now because it is almost three thirty in the morning and I have no idea how to use the jump break on blogger I am linking my little story to my twitter via some application. You can read it Here.

Now I know, I should probably not be posting anything that has no point, no plot and no intention of an actual ending, but I am going to try and change that. I am going to try and post at least once a week. I need to find my writing groove back. I want to want to write, have it become a need as valuable as food. I think I’m going to start people watching and creating little plots of their lives and try to transfer them to text. I feel like Harriet the Spy now, but in any case writing makes a writer their name. I’ve never really fit into a steryo type, but I am willing to try and label my self as a legitimate creative writer. I just need to keep repeating this in my head, “Writers Write.”

I have a goal set in place. Once a month, I am going to post a story, poem or lyrical writing to my other blog (also collecting electronic dust as I type) The Online Storage Closet. Rather appropriate name, don’t you think? I always direct people to the blog when they ask me, “Can I read other things you’ve written?” But quite frankly, the last time I wrote anything and posted on that blog was probably two years ago. I need to start building my own library of written work, something to  show so that I can prove to my self that I am a writer, I do have talent and I can commit to something.

I hope I don’t bail on this one.

#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 12 7 deadly makeovers

If you don’t like the way you look, change it.

I think I can transform my self into seven different faces in seven days. With each day, comes a new face.

Pride

Envy

Gluttony
Lust
Anger
Greed

Sloth

Do these themes sound familiar? It should, these are the seven deadly sins, and I want to know I if I can pull off a different emotion everyday with the art of makeup. 

#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.

#POST 01 Introduction

Things I like.

Notes.

Print Screening

Anime 

iTunes, The Breaking Lakes

Desperate Housewives

Lineart

Powerful Images

Being Free and Different

My Tumblr Blog

Instructions.

Re-making art others have made.

The First Three Seasons of Digimon.

Colours, Confusion and Patterns.

Art and Paints

The Golden Trio

Tumblr.