Seasonal Currents.

I am very stoked on life right now.
That is all.

Fact of the day: Patience.

Holiday

"Hello there,"
"I'm sorry do I know you?"
"Oh. No. I guess not. I'm sorry, you just looked like someone I thought I was."


Fact of the day: I wish you weren't the douchebag you've always been.

My Strawberries are Frozen.

For the first time in a long time, I'm pretty stoked on life.

This rarely happens, and I'm actually glad because it makes being happy that much more appreciated.

I'm almost done with the first semester, Christmas break is only two exams away, having time for being creative again is quickly approaching, and I've applied to another program I'm really stoked on.

I'm hoping to get into a fashion program. I know, I even surprised myself. But while I was doing a lot of thinking two nights ago, it hit me. I've always looked up to my grandma and how awesome she is at so many different things. I think we are actually quite alike. She made my grade 8 grad dress that I designed, my grade 12 prom dress that I also put together, she made all of my sister's bridesmaid dresses, and many more things for many other people; including I believe my aunt's wedding dress (She also made me my favourite blanket). I've always wanted to be able to make clothes and other knickknacks just like her. I think its just absolutely fascinating what can be created with nothing but a sheet of material and a sewing machine.

She is also a fantastic cook, and I love creating things in the kitchen, however, I'll tackle that one later.

For now, I'm really excited about this fashion thing.

I hope I get in. Fingers crossed!

Fact of the day: I wish I could be myself with you.

Mental Case Breakdown 101

Today I have officially decided I am not happy. Not in the "oh my god, I'm so depressed, I'm going to dress in black for the rest of my life and paint my face white" kind of unhappy; I am unhappy with the major decisions I have made in my life.

17 is far too young an age to decide what you want to do for the rest of your life. I never fully understood how big of a decision choosing your university is until now; the last few days of the first semester. As a result of this, I realize I have made the wrong decision choosing the university for me. I thought I'd learn to like it... you can't learn to like something you're paying thousands for but still unsure of. You have to really want what you choose to do with your life, not hope you can coast on a "maybe I'll like it".

I'm stuck in a position that is leaving me with a major headache. For now I'll calm myself down with what I wish I was going to school for.

I'll start looking at colleges tomorrow.

Fact of the day: I never agree with myself.