This is Creative Procrastination.

I'm no good, but hopefully with time I'll be nearly acceptable!

Either way, its a blast.

... How I miss playing in the rain. How it used to be fun to go outside when it was raining, not worrying about getting my hair wet, or my make-up messed up. When I wasn't so vain. When I used to know what fun was. When storybooks had pictures. When reading was colourful. When eating involved junk; and I enjoyed it. When rain boots were cool. When clothing didn't matter. When colouring books were art. When things were easy. When pictures were for memories; not public display. When school wasn't so stressful. When bedtimes were the law. When candy had to be snuck before dinner. When family ate together. When dress shoes were 10 sizes too big, but dressing up was fun anyways. When having fun involved going outside for hours.

Times were much better.

Fact of the day: It wasn't so bad.

I wish I was an artist.

I really regret not taking art throughout high school. This upsets me gravely.

I’ve decided to give myself some arty projects to accomplish, making use of my procrastination. Hopefully this is a success and also helps me to improve some undeveloped skills I may have lying around. I can't wait. I hope I am motivated enough for this.

Fact of the day: procrastination will have to wait.

The Undo Button Is My Best Friend.

Hey! You're part of it.

Essays. Essays. Essays.

Its hard to get sleep when Lady Gaga and video games clash from the hallway to sound like thunderstorm, car crashes in an underground parking lot shooting.

Good thing I don't need to sleep tonight.

Fact of the day: I'm getting fatTER faster.

Insomnia strikes again

Well fuck.

Yet again, up studying late and now that I'm finally ready to get some sleep I'm not tired at all. I should study some more as I'm not nearly half prepared, but I'm sick of it. I've read more tonight than I ever have in one sitting. This isn't going to be a good day.

Fact of the day: I've slipped back into old habits.

Unfortunately, these things happen and we don’t move on.

When things don’t pull through the way we expect, we feel as though our entire world has permanently gone awry. We need to learn to get over things quickly, not forget, just move on. People can never be forgotten but they can be left in the past. Situations aren’t easy to accept, but they must be accepted. There is nothing we can do to change the past, but we can plan for a better future. Don’t mind the cliche(s). We have no idea what the future will bring us so live in the present. Stop trying to relive the past.

Fact of the day: I can’t keep you happy today.

We’re alike in so many different ways.

So I spent all last night studying, and not sleeping, for a midterm this afternoon. It was stupid easy. Not even worth my time. I should have known I really could have gotten some sleep. Now, my catch up time for sleep must be filled with either studying for another midterm or writing an essay, both need to be done within the next two days.

Am I going to use my time wisely? Well, I’m writing a blog right now, so my guess is probably not; as usual.

Also, Gemma and I went for lunch today. It wasn’t exactly up to par, but it was still good. The presentation was lacking a little. Previous times our dishes looked like pieces of art you’d feel like you were committing a crime wrecking / eating it. Mine was a little too spicy for my liking; but it wasn’t bad. We’ll still go every week.

Fact of the day: I’m not done yet.

T-minus breakdown

I have still not started to study. I have downed two horrible coffees to keep me awake all night and just realized my plan is a bust. As soon as I start to crash it will be time to write my exam. Fantastic. I am just the genius of the day!

Fact of the day: University is boarding school.

The greatest writers are all stoned.

So I have approximately 20 hours to fit in hours of studying, a lunch date, and sleep. Seems like enough. I’ve been working on the sleep all day, you’d think its time to study now wouldn’t you?

Fact is, every time I go to study I fall asleep. This class has got to be the most redundant course ever taken. I have learned literally nothing and I have no idea what I’m to be studying. I’m trying to read the textbook, but its keeps putting me to sleep. The course is called Internet and Survey Research. What have I learned so far? How to Google. As if I’d never used it before and the word Google hadn’t previously become part of my vocabulary. Seriously. I have no idea what I am going to do tomorrow. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to be studying here. The class lectures and textbook combine have taught me nothing. NOTHING.

On a completely different note, because I like to change subjects quickly when I’m drinking coffee… I have a lunch date planned for tomorrow and it should be amazing. I have tried the Humber Room dinners quite often, however I have never tried lunch. The Humber Room is run by the culinary students at Humber, gaining experience in restaurant atmospheres and presentation and whatnot. So far, each meal has been delectable so I expect no less from lunch. The very first time Gemma and I went on a dinner date, we had some wine, she had more than I, and when we were leaving we were asked to do an interview of our experience at the Humber Room. I am not so great speaking with people as I can be quite timid especially when asked questions that expect immediate responses, and throw in a little slurring, it gets worse. But Gemma, having consumed more than I, and being British and all, was having a little more trouble, so I figured either I try to save us both and come up with some answers that didn’t sound like drunken slurs, or let us sound like goons on what is probably the project of film students for promoting the Humber Room. We both did a fair bit of talking, I can’t remember exactly what was asked or said, but I think we pulled it off; until Gemma blew our cover when leaving (still being filmed at this point) by saying “we’re a little tipsy from the wine”. Good job. Haha

Anyways, I’m stoked for lunch. x

Fact of the day: I'm still like I used to be.

When they say “you’ll never work in this town again” is that a promise or a threat?

As a reminder of Christmas is creeping quickly into stores, without even the passing yet of Halloween, it is becoming more than apparent that I need a job and some type of income. If I want to be able to buy something awesome for my family, and have some spending money myself for expensive coffees and trips downtown, I need a job.

Tomorrow is the day I have dedicated to procrastinating further on studying and essays to go look for a job.

Wish me luck.

Fact of the day: I am strange.

This is my life.

Thank you Father.

and Catherine for the only decor in my room.

All I need to function.

My room is Always a mess.

The only part of my window that opens, currently guarded by Mr. SpiderLegs

I've decided I need to start biking again.

I need to spend my time doing something more productive. But I know that probably wont happen; for a while at least.

Fact of the day: I'm none too exciting.

Leave your lives on the doorstep. Wipe your lifeless feet.

Its not a sad story really

Thats just the way it sounds

Lighthearted elephants trample me to the ground.

Fact of the day: I am the worst.

Unhappy Slaughterday.

There are many things I categorize into likes and dislikes. Here is a continuation of that list:
+ the smell of my fire place in the fall (or winter)
+ fall walks through the forest
+ being at home
+ being content with my relationships among friends
+ sister hangouts
+ silly situations
+ reminiscing
+ soy pumpkin spice lattes
+ new tunes
+ clean laundry
+ seeing family
+ sleeping
- academic blogging
- velcro
- buttonless pants
- rips that keep growing
- losing my train of thought
- stains
- getting angry
- eating too much / getting fat / gaining weight
- sleepless times / sleepy times
- homework (university style)
- cleaning
- missing friends

- ugg boots

Fact of the day: change your world, it makes a difference.

epiphany

I have just realized how much I infinitely hate someone.

Fact of the Day: I will learn to like it.

Fall is here.

So fall happens to be my favourite season for a variety of reasons that I may or may not go into, I have yet to decide. However, I was just being the creep that I can sometimes be and I found some pictures of wintertime from someone else's blog. I usually hate winter, I cant take the cold. But I got a very weird feeling that I haven't felt in a very long time from looking at these pictures. I was actually excited for winter; for the snow, for winter jackets, for white footprints trailing behind my every move, even for the coldness it brings. I very much liked this feeling, and just thinking about it is bringing it back. I am thinking this winter may be the first one I enjoy since the faint memories of a childhood I once had.

I am excited for snowmen, winter boots, snowballs, sliding on ice, maybe even falling. I'm looking forward to it all. I am finally going to embrace the climate that comes along with Canadian winters that I have been so reluctant to enjoy.

Winter CAN be great.

Fact of the day: Fall is still my favoutire.