I admit as of now I am nervous.
Not nervous to move away, but to leave my parents.
Mostly my Dad. I can tell that he’s freaking out. As soon as I mentioned that I needed an alarm clock he went right out and bought me one. He never does that.
Last night he spent an hour in my room just talking to me while I was trying to talk to friends. Im going to miss him. He’s alway tough, mad and annoyed, but right now he’s the biggest suck.
So do me a favour, when you see me don’t ask me if I’m nervous. Don’t ask me if I’m stressed, and don’t ask me if I’m going to miss my parents
Because the answer is yes.
September 2010
August 2010
off for my last Toronto shopping spree.
Jeans, harem pants, lace, loose t- shirts, and new shoes.
yeah, I said it I’m finally giving in to buying new jeans, My only pair of acid wash ones are falling off of me.
and I’m going to walmart to pick up and alarm clock…
hide hide hide.
hurry up.

How beautiful is my little cousin?
Im going to have to keep the boys off of her when she goes into highschool.

Say hi to mary mary and joseph” —

This happens to be my life.

- Me: you're going to find a crazy art girl
- George: yeah then she can finger paint my face, fuck that.
- -dies-
im not going to dwell on you.
So, today I have to move out all my dressers, figure out what clothes I want, do laundry, and tear apart my bed. Whats up sleeping on a mattress with just a sheet?
Have a feeling I wont be seeing a few people any time soon, which is shitty.. I cant get in contact with my twins, but I know they will see this. LINDA & LERNA; I fucking miss you, and hate how I haven’t seen you all summer, take care.
Anyways, I getting get out of bed before my dad comes home.
Packing here I come.. fml
Have you ever ran into someone twice and thought ” maybe there’s a meaning behind this?”. I haven ran into this stranger 4 times now. It first started off as our waiter at Blue mountain, then he was on the same flight as me to Cuba, then I ran right into him last may at a city and colour show, and once again last night I ran into him. We may just like the same music, but really, the cuba deal was a bit too much. I told myself if I ever see him I would build up my courage to say hi or something stupid (or studder and run away). Once again I failed, nothing. I just sat there wide eyed. Next city and colour show, If he’s there, enough is enough. Oh gosh, what if he lives in oakville?





