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
x

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.

X

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.

x

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.