Smashing.

STOP calling me a fashionista. I despise that term. Why is it that because I love clothes, and I am interested in fashion, I am automatically defined as some chanel clutch toting, mischa barton loving costume designer? Guh.

Awkward is an understatement.

Wow. Okay. What a night. That was quite possibly the most awkward, uncomfortable night of my life.

Tinsel.

Karen and I did the greatest thing in the world tonight. We decorated her basement and it is now completely covered in tinsel. I love tinsel, it's so tacky and shiny! heeeeeee! Best basement ever!

I had my callback for the musical today. I think it went well. We danced for like 10 million hours. Well...more like 1 and a half...same thing. My singing was okay except I felt really shaky. Oh well, la di da.

Karen's party is tomorrow night...well I guess tonight, because it's 12:48am...I have to make a vegetable tray!

Clean.

This blog thing would be more fun if I was writing it on a laptop like Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and the City...haha I am such a dork. Today was another snow day, and I wish it wasn't. I didn't do that much, except for my film/vid assignment. I'm at Courtney's right now. She is watching Oprah and I am in the other room on the computer, what a lovely relationship. I think it's the the best way to be though, because it means you don't have to feel like you constantly need to amuse yourself and the other person.

Christmas is soon. Soon! I am freaking out because I haven't gone shopping yet and I have in total, 1 and a half presents for about...ten people. And I'm not going to Halifax until the 22nd. Ohmygod. It's going to be so scary. I am not going anywhere near the Gap. Oh how I love the Gap, with all it's basic colors and boring cuts. It's so clean and wonderful. It makes me happy. Well...it's not THAT great, but I don't have much else in my silly life that is that organized and sanitary. And it's not like I can just walk into Urban Outfitters any old time, or stroll into TopShop whenever it suits my fancy. Ick, I hate the Maritimes. I was watching Live at 5 or whatever that is, and everyone on there was just so bland. And Cindy Day makes me want to die.

My parents want me to go to NSCAD for next year and then go somewhere else after that, but as good of a school as it is, I just don't see myself going there. I have never had any real desire to live in Halifax, so why should that change now? I have no idea where I want to go next year, I'll probably end up in Toronto, hopefully at Ryerson. I don't know. I have a lot of things to figure out over Christmas. I am not looking forward to this break. Ick. Oh well, I'll survive. All I need is a pint of spiked eggnog and a box of Pot of Gold chocolates and I'll be alllllllllright. Sure.

Procrastination for the nation.

Tra la la...snow day la la! Boring. I am v. bored right now. No one else is home, which is good, because my family was driving me crrrrrazy, but it means I have to talk to myself, or the dog. She's not much of a talker, though. Oh well, la di da. I think I may go to Karen's later, I just have to figure out a way to get there. I really should make this a productive snow day and get shit done, but I am so lazy and school is dumb. I have a lot of art to do. Ick. I got callbacks for the musical yesterday. We were in film/vid and Mr. Lambert came in to talk to Allyson and I. Ally was a lot more excited than I was, because this is her first time for getting callbacks so I guess it's kind of a big deal for her. Ugh I really just don't even want to be in the musical. It's so lame. I know that's the worst attitude, but I just don't care this year.

Holy god. Why do I insist on opening my big mouth when I know I shouldn't? I am such an idiot. I just don't know when to draw the line.

I really have to work. I have to do this stupid Global Geography project. Lame. Mr. McCarthy, my teacher, is such a knob. Yeha and I decided he looks like a sweet potato, especially when he gets mad and his face gets all red. And his clothes make me want to eat macaroni and cheese (a lot of yellows and browns). Ick.
Jeska introduced me to a new band, Metronomy. Best runway music ever. I also really like Metric. They're really good, except that I found out about them while watching Muchmusic. Lame. Ugh. I'm such a muchmusic whore. I can't help it, it's perfect for my attention span of...a minute and a half. I'm surprised I can write in this silly bloggy thing.
Okay, enough. Work needs to get done. Bam!

Fresh.

So...this is a blog? Yay blogs! Blog. I like that word. BLOG. It's snowing! Or as they say en francais, il fait neige. Oh my. Truro is not a very happening place. I am getting very frusturated with it right now, but I'm also not so sure if Toronto is the place I want to be either right now. It just doesn't seem like it suits me that much. I mean, I know it's big and multicultural, but I don't think it has much personality. It seems very sterile. I guess I have a lot of things to figure out over the break. I am not really looking forward to this break, to be honest. I think it's going to be filled with lots of awkwardness and uncomfortable moments. It's all going to start on Friday. I'm going to flip. Ugh. I am such an idiot about things. I have discovered that I am so emotional. Too emotional. I just go completely off the deep end and I wish I didn't. It's way too extreme. I always say things that I don't really mean and then I feel bad and want to take them back, even though it's not that easy, which is frusturating. I just ruin good things.

I will never ever do another long distance relationship. Worst things ever. I don't think there is really such a thing as a long distance relationship, because how can you have a relationship with a person you never see? I think you need to have direct contact in order to have a relationship. Well, a romantic relationship anyway. It's so hard to communicate and understand the person when you can't look them in the eye and really see what they are feeling. Words are not enough. If you're not in eachother's lives at all, it's so hard to relate to that person. You have to be able to experience at least a little bit of what that person is experiencing, or else there is no way you can relate to them at all. There is zero connection. I'm totally repeating myself right now, but it's just such crap. It ruins everything. And I mean everything. It makes me really sad, actually. It's like, no matter what you feel for a certain person, if they are gone and you don't see them for a certain length of time, you lose something. I don't know what that something is, but either way it's not there anymore. And I'm not sure you can ever really get it back. Oh well, we'll see.