I know exactly what goes on.

I feel like I need to get my priorities back in check. I get overly excited about things, but then I realize that I am being far too idyllic.

That said, I'm moving to Oakville on June 30th for six weeks because I got this fantastic new job at a summer program which allows international students to not only improve their English, but to also discover Canadian culture. I'm going to get to do a lot of new things with this job, and I'm looking forward to it. My shifts are 7:30-6pm, and I get Sundays off. I can already count on one hand the people who I know will still make plans with me (not including the friends I already have there).

Meowmeowmeow.

All we know.

So many updates on the way. Life is changing fast, and I'm feeling really great about it. Celebrated Nancy's birthday at Sneaky Dee's last night (what a mess), and somehow I made it back to Hamilton for a 9:30 am hair appointment.

Inspired by Stevie Nicks.

CO2

And like a clogged artery
You get in the way
An anchor to a docked ship
The hesitation of moving forward keeps me dragging behind

Empty words lead you to empty bottles and I'm leaving nothing behind me but dust

American Nightmare.

I have been meaning to post this for awhile. So sketchy quality. So witty. So good.

Well, it helps if you are obsessed with the band. R.I.P.

Clean out your cupboard.

Now that I'm going to teacher's college, a lot of people have asked me why I have "given up" on journalism. That question always makes me feel really uncomfortable, as I think that nothing ever truly dies. Sure, I'm saying goodbye to a job I had at The Silhouette, but that does not mean I'm never going to write again. If I actually have a passion for this, I will freelance. If I don't, then it probably means it was a phase in my life that had its purpose but is now over. Right at this moment, I'm not too sure which is more accurate. All I know is that I have far too much creativity to just sit back and take on one thing. I need to be trying a million things, and getting great them. It's just in my composition. I have been into thrifting and reconstructing lately, and I'm really supporting my friend in her design endeavours (I will post about this with pics soon).

As conceited as I sound, I know I'm talented as hell. I know that no matter what I do I will be a success, because in all honesty, I won't allow for any other outcome.

You better work.

LG Fashion week was a huge success. Can't say I had much to do with it, but I did get the chance to dress models backstage. Skinny bitches.

I had a great time, but I'm glad that I'm not a part of that world. I couldn't believe how full of themselves some of the girls were, even though they looked like emaciated bone racks. This one girl I dressed was a bitch to me. It's not like she said anything, but it was just in the way she acted. She barely lifted her arms to get on her dress, and expected me to do everything. Karma is hilarious as usual though, and when she was going down the runway, her shoe got dislodged and she was walking with a horribly awkward limp. While most people backstage had a look of concern, I had a pretty big smile.

Apart from that, everyone was nice (and fake). Ended the evening by going to New Ho King for some general tao chicken and tofu. Place rules.

Couple awkward pics.






Bi.

Like a cigarette, she makes it hard to breathe.

I'm currently waiting on a delivery of caffeine pills. I'm not buying a whole bottle, just enough to get me through this all nighter. Remember when I was "true"? UH.

As for my life, it's looking pretty decent. Here is my upcoming week:

Monday: Come off my all-nighter, volunteer, hand-in my paper, night class, write another paper.

Tuesday: Hand-in another essay, travel up to Toronto and work at Fashion Week from 5-10pm. I'm going to be backstage dressing some of the models, I can't wait to develop an eating disorder after that.

Wednesday: Production night at The Sil. It's the week we're putting together The Music Issue...my little baby. This is the last thing I'm going to do at the paper that really means anything to me. I'll probably get emotional.

Thursday: Calling in sick to work, going to classes, going to Buffalo to see Morrissey. Yeah, that's right.

Friday: I can't remember, but I know I have some kind of social plans.

See you.