- Turned eighteen
- Got alcohol poisoning
- Got on, fell off of, and got back onto the Deans honour list.
- First and second year of college
- Went to Mexico, got Yorick
- Made new friends, got closer with some old ones, lost some really old ones
- Became single for the first time in technically two years
- Decided on my major and future career
- Signed up for, and dropped out of an educational international exchange program, and signed up for and dropped out of a study travel program
- Started to love myself (cheesy but true)
I am going skiing at Sunshine Village tomorrow.
I first learned to ski when I was five or six, have been skiing for about 12 or 13 years. So I’m pretty pro.
I’ll take pictures and stuff to show here tomorrow! WAIT ANXIOUSLY.
I have the best friends ever. <3
1- I am pmsing hardcore. I keep crying and getting mad at nothing.
2- my father is clearly more excited to go skiing than my brother or me.
3- I went to the Levis store with the goal of getting two pair more of my new favourite jeans, but between the pressure from the salespeople and suddenly not fitting into a 28 as usual and instead fitting in a 30 I nearly had a crying jag at the mall in the middle of boxing week.
4- I cried at failing missions on my brothers Assassins Creed.
The (used) ski gear my family bought me when I was fifteen doesn’t fit me anymore!
Also my jacket makes me look like I weigh 60 pounds more than I do and I started crying, which is almost the highlight of my day, so yay.
I want a boyfriend who would bring me a grape slurpee and salt and vinegar chips and give me a massage. ;..;
Uterus, I love you and everything but if you don’t CALM THE FUCK DOWN I will CARVE YOU OUT OF MY BODY WITH A SHARP IMPLEMENT.
I just get so damn lonely sometimes, and then I want a guy around to comfort.me. and then I feel like a bad Modern Independent Woman for it.
I would give anything for a Crave lemon-lime cupcake rightthissecond. And a crappy grape slurpee from when I was a kid.
I miss school and my friends.
I spend more time daydreaming about what I want to happen than making things happen, and if usually makes me feel happier in the real world for a while before I crash.
I think I’m going skating tomorrow. :)
I always feel like I’m supposed to post more epic, controversial, deep and thoughtful things than most of what I want to post, and then I feel guilty for wanting to post something stupid and inane and vapid, which are about eighty percent of what of my thoughts are. And then I feel ridiculous for posting my feelings and emotions, like I’m trying to get attention or something. But this is the closest thing I have to a diary. I suck at diaries. I second guess my entries in them too. :/
I miss my ex boyfriend.
I love my family, I just don’t love spending extended periods of time with them.
I an so hungover.
I am headed to Drumheller, the small town stereotypes capital of Alberta to hang out with the aforementioned second cousin, aunt, and at least thirty ancient relations of a similar mindset.
Yippee. I will probably be getting drunk. Happy birthday Jesus.
WASP = White Anglo Saxon Protestant.
My cousin has this daughter, one of four kids, and she’s twelve and has been essentially raised by her grandmother, my aunt. This aunt is heavy into the small-town protestant type of religion, and for the last month or so has been updating her statuses to emphasize her beliefs that are basically “happy holidays discriminates against Christmas”. This ideal has been imprinted on this daughter of my cousin, who constantly updates her status praising Jesus and emphatically describing how sad it makes her that some of her friends and family are going to burn in hell for all eternity for not believing in Jehovah-our-saviour.
Anyway, I was raised with a sort if generak religious education based around a WASP* lifestyle, which is to say technically protestant but mostly agnostic-humanist.
I updated a status saying how I believe “happy holidays” doesn’t discriminate against Christians, but includes them with people of all religions, cultures and belief systems, in a sort of mass well wishing for everyone in a multicultural secular society. Since then this ain’t and second cousin have been sending me messages with passages from the bible, and their “prayers for my soul’.
Bitch I didn’t ask for your prayers or your beliefs to be pushed on me, so back the fuck outta my grill yo. And for the record, Jesus would welcome and support immigrants and social programs like welfare, so stop propagating some dead Jewish carpenter for your own beliefs. Last point: Jesus would have been middle eastern, having lived in the middle east, and wouldn’t have owned a hair straightener.