#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 # 19

Well, for the past few weeks I’ve been updating/changing/severely neglecting this blog and now I think I’ll fix it up a bit and actually post something. Now if anyone cares to back-track you will notice that ‘POST’s 06-10’ are missing. Why you ask? Well. Those were the posts that I had attempted the ’30 day challenge’ thing. Funny joke right? Me? Committing to something? I’m laughing as I type!

Anyways, my last post seemed dark, damp and depressing, I every time I click on my blog page I see that post and want to crawl into a dark corner and cry. No more of that now! I have semi-big plans for this blog! I want to add a fashion component, along with some quick recipes and some DIY stuff. Kind of like a Tumblr but more elaborate. Of course all of these new categories will be linked to and from their respective pages. For example, Fashion from LookBook.nu, and Recipes/DYI from Tumblr, cause you know I’m an attention seeking cow with ADD and I’ll forget where I had that one random post. Anywho, sometime this month I shall post up at least two fashion posts and one recipe.

Along with sharing all of my quirky ideas to the world wide web, I am also doing this so I don’t forget when I go to school next year in London (not England, Ontario). I’m pretty stoked about it, but I’ve come up with a lot of fashion tips, quick food fixes and cheap innovations within this past year, and I’ve already forgotten half of them, so this blog will be great as a ‘student life index’ for me when I finally leave my Momma’s house.

Well this was a short but sweet and hopefully a update with promises I will (cross your fingers) pull through with. Lets hope I don’t procrastinate too much.

#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 13 Camera Settings.

Now, if you are into photography, I apologize for my over excitement for these crappy photos.
But, moving on, isn't this so cool? I Think they are amazing. I found this Panoramic setting on my digital camera and it lets me take photos of  large places and spaces and people and things. Amazing isn't?

My Room, messy, but mine.

 Ground Level

Clothes, shoes, dolls, and towel 

Bookshelves, Necklaces, Belts 

The nook in my room where the above mentionables are. 

My momma in the livingroom.

Me, in the place where my momma was, my sock and my living room.

Now on a different note, the 7 Deadly Makeovers project I'm doing will probably not be posted until next year (only a month) because of my lack of commitment, I want to do and take pictures of all 7 makeovers  at once and upload them in 7 actual days. None of that upload one and upload the next in three months stuff. None at all. :)