Love.

He walks on red carpets all the time, in my mind.

This way to the gun show.

My Trapped Under Ice Interview.

http://www.punknews.org/article/34311

Raccoon Eyes.

I feel overwhelmed. Everything is moving at a pace that I know I shouldn't keep up with, but I do so willingly because failure has never been an option. My new job at Red Leaf Student Programs may very well be killing me, but I know I will continue to give it my all. The kids here are really cool, and for the most part, they are all really keen on learning English and engaging in Canadian culture (which is really a hodge podge of all of their own cultures). It's so interesting to see just how different today's youth are, solely based on where they come from. The Spanish and Italians are so metropolitan. They dress immaculately, want to shop all the time, and seem to be living a cosmopolitan lifestyle, even in the midst of a summer camp. The Mexicans are so warm and kind-hearted. They are surprisingly Americanized, and tell the best jokes with the best delivery. The girls who arrived from St. Maarten are absolutely adorable. They are constantly coming up to me and hugging me, holding my hand, and asking me about boys and my life.

I originally started this blog as some sort of social commentary, but it has evolved into a personal journal of sorts. That said, this job is making me remember just how much I love observing life, style, and culture in the most basic sense. I think that sometimes we ask to many questions about those who are "different" from us, when really, all we have to do is sit back and find out for ourselves.

Someone has to fill it.

ISIS interview.
http://www.punknews.org/interviews