Long time no see

Aright so it's been a while since I've last updated my blog. I have some new things to announce!

- finally grabbed a new job at Zara
- currently not living with parents since they live in Toronto now
- transferred over to a new school for fashion
- my hair is growing!!!!

Yeah... not too much but it felt like a lot before I wrote this post. Well Christmas is fast approaching and I'm stoked! Did most of my Christmas shopping already... and realized that I haven't spent a single penny on myself (other than for food and transportation) for two pay cheques. That totals four weeks! I get carried away with gift purchases, I always want to get that person the one thing they reeeally want. So yeah I've pretty much already dropped 800 on just 5 gifts, and I still have 2 more to go. It feels good though.

Anyway I have a Christmas list of my own, if anyone really cares/reads this blog anyway.
- Marc by Marc Jacobs purse
- new digital camera since I broke the screen on mine and I'm usually too lazy to carry around my DSLR
- new season Wilfred wool coat (too bad this will be impossible since they only made a limited supply of xxs/xs and they're already sold out but there's still hope)
- new iPod since I lost mine
- tiffany earrings

Yeah that's probably about it. I just can't wait till I get to see my parents again! There's much more freedom without them, and I'm sure that's what 90% of teenagers want, but along with the freedom comes a shitload of responsibility. And for a seventeen year old, that's a lot to handle. My pay stub stated that I worked 61 hours for two weeks. That's like 30 hours a week. That's a lot for someone who's still in school working part-time, but hey, I gotta do what I gotta do to get by.

It's supposed to snow tonight and throughout the weekend. As much as I complain and complain about how cold it is, I can't stress enough on how much I love snow. Now living in Vancouver, I hope I get a white Christmas, and not a grey slushy one.

I'm tired and I'm waiting for Ian to bring me back some ice cream.

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Toronto on friday

So little time, so much to do.

Before my flight to my beautiful home town city of Toronto which takes off from Vancouver at 1 p.m., I need to:

- do laundry
- PACK!!!!
- pick up a few things from the drug store
- do my nails
- figure out how to use the new skytrain line to the airport
- re-sync my ipod and clean up laptop
- call school board and ask to transfer for the 09/10 year
- figure out where the fuck I'm staying

Oh dear.

It's late

But of course, I'm still wide awake. My sleeping pattern has been completely twisted and with school coming up in about three weeks... Let's just say, time to stock up on the sleeping pills.

After two full days of eager sandal shopping downtown, uptown, and everywhere in between, (in total preparation for the Toronto heat), I finally found two, yes two, pairs to satisfy me. As if one wasn't enough. I got a crazy deal on 'em since summer's almost over but whatever. Finally grabbed a pair of the Dolce Vita Aries sandal in dark silver leather (although I would have preferred either black or brown suede, but I called every store that would possibly carry the Dolce Vita sandal line in Vancouver and every one was sold out) and a pair of gold leather Sam Edelman's in Ginnie. Both pairs for about $120 TOGETHER (original price for both would be about $300)... Sucessful? I would say so.

Well my trip to Toronto will be exactly what I need right now. Time to kick it back with my ladies and party extra hard to make up for all the partying I've missed out on throughout this past year. I just am so thrilled to have Ian come out with me. It's crazy, I've never really been on vacation with any of my previous boyfriends. But then again, I guess they weren't that special, ha. It's cool 'cause he's shown me around Vancouver, what he grew up around and with... And now it's just my turn to do the same, in Toronto. It'll open up perspectives in a way, like show him what I'm really all about and who I really am (not like he doesn't know that already!). It's just all so very exciting and overwhelming! Now... For those god damn tickets to go cheaper...

Whew. All this typing is making me a little tired. Especially because it's all being typed from my blackberry, my fingers and wrists are cramping. So I'll leave it at this for now, I think I'm going to update this a little more from now on.
Peace and love
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Dolce Vita


Sam Edelman

The Pretty Reckless

I don't lllllike you
I lllllove you
I used to hhhhhate you
Now I really fucking love you



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My birthday is coming up. This would also match my wallet.
And would also make me really happy, ha

Marc by Marc Jacobs
(maybe in black though)

Get over it

I find it retarded (excuse my profanity, there's no other word that better fits) that pretty much everyone considers themselves as a fashionista.

Oh, she's only 17...

Well, I'm still sixteen, but I don't care. I love Kings of Leon. (17 - Kings of Leon... Listen below... now!)



My youth is going by so slowly. Yet, at the same time, I'm afraid of it ending. I wish I could just be 20 and never grow any older after that. 20 is the perfect age (in Canada, at least). Old enough to do the things your mother told you not to do, but still young enough to actually get away with it.

Only three more years.
Patience, patience, patience.

Whatever.

Less than a month away until I fly out to the east coast and lay my size 7 feet on the city street pavements of Toronto. Kensington market, sticky and humid weather, queen st shopping, yorkville dining, yonge street exploring, and subway train hopping.

Now that is what I call Home Sweet Home.

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Do you feel it too?

We've all been put in the position where we feel as if the world is crashing down on us. As if the devil within you is tearing you apart and revealing your darkest secrets to the ones of kind hearts and innocent minds. As if the ones that you surround yourself with look at you with such disappointment in their eyes, such tension and aggrivation, that all they can do is rotate their figures in a direction that is completely opposite to yours. It's almost as if no one is even listening to you anymore.

Truth is, maybe they're not.

But even when such deep emotion and negative thoughts swim from the tip of your toes, through the blood in your veins, to the highest point on that single strand of hair on your perfectly sculpted head, it's nice to know that there will always be that one person you can always turn too. That one person that won't tear you open to reveal your secrets to the world. That one person that can't bare to ever turn their back to you, no matter the situation, the consequence, or the unintended humiliation. That one person that could not go a day without hearing your soft voice feed sound waves to the ears that once heard you say "I love you".

Love is a (beyond) beautiful thing that is meant to be shared. It's a feeling that cannot be described in words, in text, in script. It's a strong feeling that one has to acquire; when a man can feel it without using his rough hands to graze the porcelain skin of a womans body. When a man can feel it while looking at each individual spec in a womans eye that enhances the natural beauty of Gods unique creation. When a man can feel it as his heart softly beats against hers as they lay, side by side, and simply enjoy the silence and eachothers presence.

Dispite the chaotic world outside of ours, I'll always be that one you can turn to.

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Only in the evening

Your lusty fingers bruise her fragile figure. The ungenuine touch is nothing more than a rush of adrenaline pumping through thick veins.

But she wishes it were love.

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It's almost as if it's always left unattended.

You blow me away each and every day.

and everything just feels so right.

For the first time in years.

Fidgeting awkwardly while sinking into a mess of thoughts. Running in circles... this or that? Empty thoughts and empty words make lies to the vulnerable and young. Unaware of the world around you, and even more so, what's in you. Just give me something to fiddle with, let me whisper in your ear to tell you a tale of life and what's to come. Even though it may all be fiction.

Toronto

I'm feeling nostalgic.

The weather is bizarre

But the sun feels nice.

I still feel awkward in this city.

Rain rain go away

Come again ... never.

It's friday the thirteenth

But I am not supersticious.

Revised and Unfinished.

I wrote this over a year ago and edited it a little bit. It's still unfinished.

PART I
She woke up early in the morning, as her brittle fingers were a little bit more than forced to press the snooze button of the awakening alarm clock. Pulling open the curtains, as she looked out of the window and saw the reflection of her self, as the feeling of the mid-October air chilled every part of her skinny frame down to the very last bone. Routinely getting ready as the cold razor blade ran up her long legs and the sweet fragrance of her new body wash tickled her nose. She stepped out of the shower as the soft Ralph Lauren bath robe grazed upon her silky skin. She examined her self-conscious body in the mirror, then quickly slipped into her school uniform in the fear of being late for class. A pleated kilt, a fresh white button-down blouse, knee-high socks and a wool v-neck pullover. She applied jet black mascara to her already-long-and-dark lashes, and slightly tinted her cheeks with blush. She ran out of her room, barely brushing her hair, but still having it look as if she had done so. She left her house, scurrying to the closest subway station to catch the next train. Business men and women vigorously rushing by, little children holding the hands of their mothers as they were dropped off at the local daycare centre, and all the other high school girls giving her a bitter look filled with nothing but pure envy. But… envious of what? Jealousy isn’t even a factor. With all that happening in the chaotic Toronto morning rush, no one seemed to notice the fact that the girl in which everyone somewhat admired wasn’t as brisk as everyone thought she was all out to be. She was trying to forget about everything. She wanted to ease her mind. But “he” was more than life to her. More than the air that she breathed, more than what daddy’s money could ever buy. Every minute of the day had a feeling of grief as the pounding memories rushed back to her mind, making her regret every word she said, every action she made. She blamed everything on herself. But was it really her fault? With that question in mind, she stepped off of the crowded train with the bottom of her leather Marc by Marc Jacobs ballet flats touching the dirty ground of the station and quickly made her way to class.

Soda in the morning.

Is high school really that neccessary?

What is the opposite of Productive?

Because that is what I am.

I also do not know how to use Blogspot quite yet, so please bare with me.

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