I'm moving.
I'm moving from my little house I live in with my dad in Ontario and I'm moving to a lovely apartment in Montreal with my boyfriend.
There are no words to describe my excitement for this move. I've been waiting about 4 yrs to do this and now it's finally going to happen on September 3rd.
I'm going to be able to do so many wonderful things once I move.
Oh so lovely.
Until then, I'm going to retire this blog and when I'm living in MTL I will start a new blog about my adventures there. There will be much more to write about then. Right now, I live a dull life with not much to write about.
Au Revoir!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
VW Buses.
I have loved these automobiles for as long as I can remember. I think they are the greatest thing ever. I would give my left arm and leg to buy one of them (okay, that's pushing it a bit...) but I need to own one. I wish I could buy one and travel the country blasting psychedelic tunes. I would live in it and travel around this planet. Man, I wish that could be my life. If I wasn't on planning on moving to Montreal then I'd probably buy one and do just that. I seriously need to fall into a large sum of cash to buy one. Though, this one is only going for about 3,000 on ebay. Hmmmmm...... I am tempted. I hate wanting something so bad and not being able to have it.
Friday, June 20, 2008
sheep.
I'm starting to research colleges in NYC, just incase. I really don't know what's going on. I should be more upset over this, but I'm not.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Nothing lasts for long.
Relationships.
They are weird.
Complicated.
Stressful.
Draining.
Amazing.
Weird.
It's weird how men and women are so different from one another. We pretty much are completely different. Usually have different interests, emotions, views, etc. Yet, when we get into a couple we match so well. Well sometimes. Sometimes those differences show and it can turn into an awful mess. When things are good, they are usually really good. When things are bad, they're horrible.
Every single couple I know have broken up or are breaking up at this moment. Things can just go so wrong in an instant. One day you're great and the next you're screaming things are each other you'd never thought you would say. I have a hard time understanding relationships. I knew exactly what I wanted to say about this topic but it's just so weird to me, I can't type it out.
All I know is that sometimes in my relationship I go through phases where I stop and I evaluate what my relationship means to me. I rate it, in away. I evaluate my happiness. Why be with someone if you're not completely happy? Sure the thought of breaking up is scary and being alone is not a nice thought but wouldn't you rather be alone then be with someone and not be happy? I'm happy in mine, but that's because I make myself happy before my SO makes me happy. I can't always depend on someone to make me happy. I think that's the first step. If you're not happy with who you are, in your life, situations, job, etc. You wont be happy in the relationship either. Just my opinion though.
.... I don't know where I'm going with this.
They are weird.
Complicated.
Stressful.
Draining.
Amazing.
Weird.
It's weird how men and women are so different from one another. We pretty much are completely different. Usually have different interests, emotions, views, etc. Yet, when we get into a couple we match so well. Well sometimes. Sometimes those differences show and it can turn into an awful mess. When things are good, they are usually really good. When things are bad, they're horrible.
Every single couple I know have broken up or are breaking up at this moment. Things can just go so wrong in an instant. One day you're great and the next you're screaming things are each other you'd never thought you would say. I have a hard time understanding relationships. I knew exactly what I wanted to say about this topic but it's just so weird to me, I can't type it out.
All I know is that sometimes in my relationship I go through phases where I stop and I evaluate what my relationship means to me. I rate it, in away. I evaluate my happiness. Why be with someone if you're not completely happy? Sure the thought of breaking up is scary and being alone is not a nice thought but wouldn't you rather be alone then be with someone and not be happy? I'm happy in mine, but that's because I make myself happy before my SO makes me happy. I can't always depend on someone to make me happy. I think that's the first step. If you're not happy with who you are, in your life, situations, job, etc. You wont be happy in the relationship either. Just my opinion though.
.... I don't know where I'm going with this.
i was raised on robbery.
woke up, it was a chelsea morning,
and the first thing i knew,
there was milk and toast and honey and a
bowl of oranges too,
and the sun poured in like butterscotch
and stuck to all my senses.
-chelsea morning, joni mitchell.
I have this massive obsession over New York City. There is just something about this city that pulls me in and wont let me go. I guess it does that for a lot of people. If I had my way, I'd move there in a heartbeat. But because I'm Canadian and there's lots of paper work, it's a bit difficult. Maybe not impossible but defiantly not something I can do right now. Hopefully within the next 10 years or so. I know I wont be happy with myself if I never make it there. It's my biggest goal in life. There's just so much history and life involved with that city. Everywhere you go there is someone around, there is a bar open, a pub, a book store, etc. Everything you ever need is at your finger tips. I'm moving to Montreal in a few months and even though I'm very excited about it, it just isn't enough for me. In my yearbook, I wrote "In ten years I'll be living in New York City" That was almost 6 years ago. I still have a few years to go to make that true but it might be hard. But even back when I was in grade 12, I knew I wanted to live there.
Oh one of these days, I guess.
and the first thing i knew,
there was milk and toast and honey and a
bowl of oranges too,
and the sun poured in like butterscotch
and stuck to all my senses.
-chelsea morning, joni mitchell.
I have this massive obsession over New York City. There is just something about this city that pulls me in and wont let me go. I guess it does that for a lot of people. If I had my way, I'd move there in a heartbeat. But because I'm Canadian and there's lots of paper work, it's a bit difficult. Maybe not impossible but defiantly not something I can do right now. Hopefully within the next 10 years or so. I know I wont be happy with myself if I never make it there. It's my biggest goal in life. There's just so much history and life involved with that city. Everywhere you go there is someone around, there is a bar open, a pub, a book store, etc. Everything you ever need is at your finger tips. I'm moving to Montreal in a few months and even though I'm very excited about it, it just isn't enough for me. In my yearbook, I wrote "In ten years I'll be living in New York City" That was almost 6 years ago. I still have a few years to go to make that true but it might be hard. But even back when I was in grade 12, I knew I wanted to live there.
Oh one of these days, I guess.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
a thousand kisses deep.
On Sunday night I witnessed something incredible. Something I never thought would happen in my lifetime.
I saw Leonard Cohen live.
It was absolutely amazing. It brought tears to my eyes. Goosebumps covered my body the entire time. Hearing "Suzanne", "Hallelujah", "I'm Your Man" and other classics I just couldn't believe it. He is truly an amazing poet, performer and singer. He's pushing 70 or so years old but would it seem like it? Not at all. His voice sounded like a 20 yr old and he even ran on stage a few times. Even though we were sitting the very last row on the balcony, it didn't seem like a bad spot at all. Because knowing I was just sitting there watching and listening to him, I didn't care where I was in the building. Thank God for binoculars because I watched the show mostly through those and it made it feel like I was in the front row.
It could possibly be his last tour and I am so happy I was able to go. I will never forget such a show.
I saw Leonard Cohen live.
It was absolutely amazing. It brought tears to my eyes. Goosebumps covered my body the entire time. Hearing "Suzanne", "Hallelujah", "I'm Your Man" and other classics I just couldn't believe it. He is truly an amazing poet, performer and singer. He's pushing 70 or so years old but would it seem like it? Not at all. His voice sounded like a 20 yr old and he even ran on stage a few times. Even though we were sitting the very last row on the balcony, it didn't seem like a bad spot at all. Because knowing I was just sitting there watching and listening to him, I didn't care where I was in the building. Thank God for binoculars because I watched the show mostly through those and it made it feel like I was in the front row.
It could possibly be his last tour and I am so happy I was able to go. I will never forget such a show.
Friday, May 30, 2008
lover, why do you leave?
I'm having a hard time figuring out the human population. Some people just don't add up in my opinion. I don't get why people need to lie about certain things.
Why people lie, especially to people they care about? I wish people wouldn't get away with shit like that. I have this "friend" who constantly lies about the littlest (& biggest) things. All I wish is to call her out on these lies but how am I supposed to do it? I know if I do, she'll lie to cover it and it'll just end up in one big cycle and end up making me look like the bad guy. I hate being lied too. There's nothing more that irks me. I just don't GET why people lie.
Then there's my boss. He's a nice guy, good boss, but he's got some sort of self-esteem issues. He thinks he's mister hot stuff and that's why I think he has self esteem issues. He puts everyone down around him and thinks he's all that and a bag of chips. The other day he made a comment that the tomato's were the size of my breasts. Who makes a comment like that to their employee? Seriously. What if I was really self conscious about my breasts? I'm not at all but what if I was? That would seriously hurt. The only reason he said this was to make himself, somehow feel better. He gets his kicks from putting others down. Don't we hit a certain age and point in our life where we stop picking on people? I'm realizing that we don't. Well some of us don't. When he made the comment I felt like I was in high school all over again. Except this time I didn't take it. I told him he was an asshole for saying that. In high school, I would have walked away and cried. I know I've grown up since then, but what about the rest of the world?
These are two examples on why I don't get people and their motives.
Why people lie, especially to people they care about? I wish people wouldn't get away with shit like that. I have this "friend" who constantly lies about the littlest (& biggest) things. All I wish is to call her out on these lies but how am I supposed to do it? I know if I do, she'll lie to cover it and it'll just end up in one big cycle and end up making me look like the bad guy. I hate being lied too. There's nothing more that irks me. I just don't GET why people lie.
Then there's my boss. He's a nice guy, good boss, but he's got some sort of self-esteem issues. He thinks he's mister hot stuff and that's why I think he has self esteem issues. He puts everyone down around him and thinks he's all that and a bag of chips. The other day he made a comment that the tomato's were the size of my breasts. Who makes a comment like that to their employee? Seriously. What if I was really self conscious about my breasts? I'm not at all but what if I was? That would seriously hurt. The only reason he said this was to make himself, somehow feel better. He gets his kicks from putting others down. Don't we hit a certain age and point in our life where we stop picking on people? I'm realizing that we don't. Well some of us don't. When he made the comment I felt like I was in high school all over again. Except this time I didn't take it. I told him he was an asshole for saying that. In high school, I would have walked away and cried. I know I've grown up since then, but what about the rest of the world?
These are two examples on why I don't get people and their motives.
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