Fucking christ.

FUCK YOU.
I didn't tell you I had a history of it.
Asshole.
You don't need to be at that chicks place.
Let her dad take care of her.
FUCK.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

Hmm.

Are you actually going to work or just lying to me?
C:

:/

Hay thanks for talking to me.
I guess I don't care what is going on in your life while I'm here and you're there.
I guess it's good to know I'm the last thing you think about.
Or that's how it feels anyway.
We never talk.
Unless it's about sex.

Ya okay love you too.

I am sad.

I am sad.
The kind of sad where you wish you could go back to being 17.
Where you wish you could do your prom over again.
With the same people.
Relive all that jazz.

I'm going to be 19 in October.
I'm dating Mark Lattone.
I'm taking art and art history at the University of Toronto.
And I am living on residence in a townhouse with three other girls who are lookin' to be pretty cool.

However I miss...
Being 17.
Taking Public relations at the University of Guelph-Humber.
Living in what was essentially a little tiny closet filled with clothes.
I miss... other people from that time.
Maybe it just dawned on me because I assume I'll never see him again.
This makes me sad.
But it shouldn't.

I love Evanescence's version of 'Thoughtless', but I don't think I can listen to it anymore if it's going to make me think of these things again.
Maybe it's because it reminds me of the good times?
Makes me forget the bad times?
Shitty times.

If things that I connect to him are going to make me upset I don't think I can watch Hedwig and the Angry inch again.
Or listen to the Sisters of Mercy.
Or sit on the long couch.
Sleep in my old room.
Drive my mother's car.
Listen to anything with guitars.


...

Or maybe it's just 5:11am
And the fact that Mark is at Fan Expo.
And the fact it's my last weekend here.

...

I'm sad.
:'(

















Fuck you, it's my blog.
Thanks for letting me know we're not on speaking terms/awkward friends anymore.
Asshole.

Hey now.

Hey now!!

So it's been a looong time since my last update.
Awsum.

Some awesome things have happened.
So I applied to Queens University for the Religious studies and the chances of me getting in are looking very good. I got my final marks for the second semester and they were back up to the mediocre high 70's I was so used to in high school.
And if I get into Queens I'm moving to Kingston.
AGGH!
YAY!
KINGSTON!!
I am so super excited.

On another note myself and my very best friend joined curves because she wanted to tone up and I needed to drop a metric ton. I'm pleased to say it's going very well! My clothes all fit better and well, other people can't see it, but I can defiantly see a change in my body and how I feel.
Like, the other day I wore a t-shirt without a sweater over top.
It was a big deal.
Like you have nooooo idea.

It was exciting.

LIFE DOES ANOTHER 360!

Yeah, yeah yeah. Thats right.
I still want to be a make-up artist.
So hard.

But you wanna know what Imma do?
Imma go to either University of Toronto and take the arts course.
Or
or or or
(I really like this one)
Go to Queens university and take the religious studies course.

Hells yes. I love religion, even though I'm not particularly religious myself. LOL
oooohsnapdescription
If you don't feel like reading that it basically talks about how it's not just like, straight religion, but also discussion about how religion influences various things and whatnot.
Which I looooove to discuss.

kbi

Drunk skank

Holyshitwat

That was my entry for this thing, on deviantart.com that my friend was running for somerthing.
Basically you design a chick, throw together a drawing of her normal, then her kinda dead like, then you get credit in her little webcomic thur.

right huur

I like my drunk skank. She's exactly what I picture when you say 'drunk skank'