tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37558654357640418262024-03-13T11:35:46.034-03:00A series of ridiculous and awkward eventsMy attempt to come to terms with the ridiculousness of my life..Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.comBlogger222125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-23371726264794357842014-10-16T20:44:00.000-03:002014-10-16T20:44:26.636-03:00A story in which I am both very stupid and very luckySo yesterday I left my wallet on the bus. I took it out to pay for the bus and must have put it down on the seat or something. So anyways I realize its gone after I have gotten off the bus. And I called the bus people and the police and cancelled my visa. Today since the bus people basically told me it was hopeless, I got to go to the bank and convinced the lady to let me have a new bank card with no id whatsoever. Cause I had literally lost every piece of identification I had. But it was all working out and I got a bank card so I was pretty happy, although wary that someone might still steal my identity.<br />
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Then my cousin Jenna who I live with got a fb message from someone she knew who had found my wallet on the street and had seen that we were mutual friend. So Jenna gave her my phone number and she texted me that she had found it on the street, like really far from anywhere I had been. So I figured someone had found my wallet on the bus and then taken the 20$ cash and like probably my visa and tossed the wallet. But I was still pretty pumped to get anything back. So I go and meet this girl and she gives me back my wallet and literally nothing is missing from it. Like not even change. Its a testament to some honest people in the world, as well as the fact that I am quite lucky, as well as quite stupid for leaving it in the first place.<br />
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<br />Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-6144434543158475362014-10-02T19:50:00.002-03:002014-10-02T19:50:40.595-03:00Change is sometimes not the worstSo i did end up quitting my job at the store selling scrubs. I know it sounds silly but it was super draining doing nothing all day, and just trying to find things to fill time. It was more tiring for me than working a busy day.<br />
I'm now working at a call center. Today was my 3rd day and I actually kind of like it so far. Its kind of weird because I had worked at the same call center when I was 19. Its a different company now but its kind of strange to look back on how different I am now compared to then. But its kind of a good job for meeting a bunch of different people from all walks of life. And I think there are people I'll at least be work friends with, if not real friends.<br />
I've been biking to work, which nearly killed me the first day, but wasn't as bad today. So I'm hoping my walking up the hill muscles were just dormant and can be switched to biking muscles. It takes about 35 mins to bike and 45 mins to take the bus, so I'm going to try to Bike until its too snowy. Plus its nice to do something active when you sit all day.<br />
I also finished knitting one of my slippers! I was pumped but now I have to make another one that is at least pretty much the same. But I do have some motivation because all my apartment floors are tile and quite cold.<br />
OH! The weird coincidence! I've left you(probs no one) in suspense for so long! So the first night I go out here, me and my cousin end up going to the bar then to a bit of an after party at our new friends house. And we are all just having a nice time and whatever so I decide that we are all going to be best friends and hang out again soon, so I start to add everyone to facebook. And then one of these boys was mutual friends with a certain group of boys I know and I was like "Oh how do you know these fellows" And he was like I used to live with them. And why this is a weird coincidence is because it was MY EX and all his friends! And I had stayed at their house a million times and never met him to my recollection! And this is especially weird because I CAN'T FUCKING SHAKE THIS GROUP OF FRIENDS. They are even invading my new life. But I was also pretty excited because I am pretty homesick for my friends. And I texted said ex and we actually had a pretty nice talk, which hopefully means that someday I will be over the whole thing.<br />
My only other news is that My Male BFF and his lame gf came over for a visit. I had hoped it would be really fun but it ended up being kind of weird because the gf just kind of makes things awkward especially when there is no one else around to kind of shoulder some of the awkwardness. But I was actually pretty happy to see them.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-66366893232862280452014-09-15T22:26:00.002-03:002014-09-15T22:26:42.572-03:00TransitionsSo things have been going pretty well for me. I got both jobs that I had interviews for. Unfortunately the job I initially took, in a store that sells medical scrubs, is hella boring. Like face melting boring. And I'm used to boring retail jobs. I'm unsure if I'm just at the point in my life where i no longer want to retail or if it is actually as boring as I think it is. Its hard to complain cause like money but like also there is literally nothing to do but stand there by myself. And I'm not allowed to read or anything. I feel silly but I dread it every day. So I'm still looking for another job. And I might just go work at the other place which is a call center that the training class doesn't start until the 30th. But I'm already dreading having to quit another job, as I really had to psych myself up for it last time, and I felt terrible about it. So I'm not living in poverty which is good, but also I need to keep working towards a better job.<br />
I've been spending a lot of time with my older sister, which is really nice. We've been knitting every Sunday and we are going to start going to yoga on Monday nights. I'm making slippers, and will possibly post pictures when I'm done. I also got to see a couple of my cousins other than the one I live with which is also nice. I have the best family.<br />
My most exciting news is I can put may hair in a really pathetic ponytail now, and it makes me really happy. I also hard a story of weird coincidences but its long so I think I'm going to save it for a later date. So basically things are ok. I'm still settling in, and getting used to things. I miss Fredericton but I think all in all I'm going to be happy about my decision to move eventually.<br />
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<br />Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-22072403014146997292014-09-02T16:28:00.001-03:002014-09-02T16:28:05.006-03:00HomecomingsComing home is hard. Mainly because I'm leaving a place behind that I also consider home. I'm super sensitive currently, case and point I cried on public transit today. For no real reason except that my Mom told me I was going to have to put in an effort, which is something I know. But I had just had an interview, which I find stressful, although I'm pretty much sure I got the job. And I have another interview tomorrow a bit closer to my new apartment. Which are both good but stressful things. I just want to get into a new routine, have a job so I don't have to worry about not paying bill and get on with actually living in a new place rather than just being on the edge of living here, if that makes any sense. I'm actually pretty sure it didn't make much sense but my basic point is I'm not really okay today, but that's alright too because I probably eventually will be.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-89918837193595664842014-08-17T10:30:00.001-03:002014-08-17T10:30:48.753-03:00Times they are a changingHi Blog world, it has been over a year since I've written anything. Which is weird because this was my jam for a little bit. I have been frequently writing in a journal as of late, but I have been finding that when writing for myself I leave out many of the details that would help in documenting certain events, because I already know them. <div>Also another friend who had stopped blogging has decided to start blogging again as well so I figure it's the perfect time to start again as well.</div><div>So here is my life update: I'm leaving the city I've lived in for about 8 years on and off, the city where my whole life is except for most of my family. I'm relocating to the city where most of my family lives, because I want to spend more time with them, especially my nieces and nephews who are growing up way too quickly. I'm also doing it because I feel like I'm in a bit of a rut here. I'm excited about this but also not, because I'm scared and because I do currently love my life, and I have so much fun all the time. I also hate change. </div><div><br></div><div>I've also acquired a big dog, who I will most likely blog about all the time, because I find him pretty funny. Here he is:<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwPYlTt3OWP8x11X0BHf26yTkaJTzaETQ_N9gwJ0b8_ctqflEEDm0BaNrMurReYpMjbVbPum0tgWyzrpXDV2RCiTkC-zCD6qznnqPaLIGkk0qlrNCfMsvj7q5ebGuY2rBeP_Xmtrm3HY/s640/blogger-image--1425440757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwPYlTt3OWP8x11X0BHf26yTkaJTzaETQ_N9gwJ0b8_ctqflEEDm0BaNrMurReYpMjbVbPum0tgWyzrpXDV2RCiTkC-zCD6qznnqPaLIGkk0qlrNCfMsvj7q5ebGuY2rBeP_Xmtrm3HY/s640/blogger-image--1425440757.jpg"></a></div></div>Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-83491145058925047292013-05-27T21:22:00.001-03:002013-05-27T21:22:55.617-03:00My New Whip.(A whip is a car haha)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JHdz8kL2IK1mn2Zn57xqchw3xUSPsw8d63Cbu-dE9xwNBrzx9fSm1yWAwZ-rUF0QxbSPxatYwxdg56MFaCTUHPDADrr-QSxeAWROd0pj6_dTEm1HxEFmsVLzI4W4xcYp80wzNTr9Ark/s640/blogger-image-725276475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JHdz8kL2IK1mn2Zn57xqchw3xUSPsw8d63Cbu-dE9xwNBrzx9fSm1yWAwZ-rUF0QxbSPxatYwxdg56MFaCTUHPDADrr-QSxeAWROd0pj6_dTEm1HxEFmsVLzI4W4xcYp80wzNTr9Ark/s640/blogger-image-725276475.jpg"></a></div>Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-52078072102740086592013-05-11T18:22:00.001-03:002013-05-11T18:22:43.430-03:00Tv show suggestionsGive them to me! Preferably stuff that has more than 2 seasons because I watch obscene amounts of television apparently. That being said if its an obvious suggestion ie Game of thrones or like Parks and Rec I probably already watch it.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-12672579646009504812013-04-26T15:29:00.000-03:002013-04-26T15:29:56.765-03:00Emergency: Input needed ImmediatelyOk, I recently got an iphone, and with it discovered Songza which is super fun. So today whilst cleaning I was listening to a play list called "At a 90's School Dance" cause I am super cool. Then this sonh comes on:(Listen to it! I will need your input based on this song)<br />
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Ok, so I hadn't heard this song since I'm pretty sure like 6th grade when I just thought it was about wanting to be someones boyfriend. But as I listened/sang today I realized a double meaning that I had not previously noticed was there. But here is my dilemma: I can't decide if its about someone who is in a friends with benefits relationship who wants more or if it is about a bunch of guys demanding to have sex with the girl they are hanging out with or else its over. So help! Either way childhood innocence broken.
Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-72985267215016636942013-02-10T18:20:00.001-04:002013-02-10T18:20:41.084-04:00Things that might kill me but probably won't.So for reasons I can no longer fathom, I agreed to be a part of the Vagina Monologues. So this is bad for the following reasons:<br />
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<li>My face doesn't match the emotional resonance of my piece because my terrified face is innexplicably also my smiling face. I also have a bad habit of fear laughter.</li>
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So I probably won't die from fear or embarrasment but I might. I MIGHT. <br />
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Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-48893676791513901132013-02-04T21:05:00.001-04:002013-02-04T21:05:09.575-04:00HAHAHA I don't know why I never published this<div>
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Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-19130458985161635882013-02-04T21:00:00.001-04:002013-02-04T21:00:23.130-04:00Randomly found this in my drafts"I consider love to be a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. I want to have it, to feel it, I want the two of us to have roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom fall from our branches we would find that we were one tree and not two. I want to feel this and I do not want to accept something less."<br />
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***Also there was a post titled "How to make friends in a bar" with nothing written in the body. Apparently I lost my train of thoughts or just realized I had absolutely no advice on the subject. Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-44742730097526961212013-02-04T20:57:00.002-04:002013-02-04T20:57:41.779-04:00When Love isn't Enough.Something kind of scary happened recently and I realized that it isn't enough to just love someone. <br />
I'm a big believer in showing my feelings, rather than stating them(or I suck at saying what I'm feeling so I simply hope it comes through.)<br />
But it isn't enough sometimes.<br />
You need to tell people you love them. And often. <br />
Cause one of the worst things in the world is sitting around wondering how other people feel. Or thinking that no one cares. Cause there is almost always someone who does. Despite how it may feel.<br />
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My Mom said this to me "Nothing bad has ever come from letting someone know you care." <br />
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So here it is: To all of y'all let it be known: I love you. (Even those I don't know)<br />
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Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-15201831916450707202012-10-29T19:22:00.000-03:002012-10-29T19:22:24.780-03:00HalloweekendSo I have this theory about Halloween. You know how everyone thinks New Years is all overrated, too much hype when its simply another night where you get drunk but there is added pressure and whatnot. I find New Years isn't usually like that for me because I have super low expectations so I generally have a better time than I expect.<br />
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Halloween is my New Years. I always think its going to be super awesome, but really its generally like every other night but with costumes. So I probably have to work on my expectations blah blah blah.<br />
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This year I found to be especially lame, perhaps because my holiday buddy wasn't here(TYLER I MISS YOU!). The Friday night sorority party was ok, but I was working the next day so I didn't drink and I left super early. I do think it was pretty fun tho, and there was excellent snacks and lots of fun picture taking. But I had strangely high hopes for Saturday.<br />
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I had invited the neck wrecker to go with me and he cancelled at the last minute because he had to get up early the next day(which is reasonable but for some reason sent me into a spiral of self doubt). Anyways I was disappointed, which I hate to admit. And I then proceeded to get shitty drunk but luckily managed not to do anything too stupid like text him but only mildly stupid. And I had a wicked bad hangover the next day.<br />
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My basic point is I probably have been obsessing about this boy too much and I really need to stop. I just need to focus on what's going on in my life(which is A LOT, I did my first paid film gig today :D). So I'm just going to let things unfold as the may and switch my obsessing to school and film related things. Cause I should be freaking out about this month but I haven't been so far.(I'm directing a short I wrote in like 2 weeks,super scary.)<br />
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This was rambly. And long. And probably not that coherent. But now y'all know what being in my head is like :). Hypothesis here: If I get lower expectations of Halloween it will end up being better.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-17138866480891498202012-10-24T15:49:00.002-03:002012-10-24T15:49:59.762-03:00One of the MOST Awkward events that have ever happened to me.So. This is a sex story. So skip it you aren't into such things.<br />
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So I would say I have been dating the neck wrecker for awhile now. We started sleeping together mid July, not sure when the actual dating began haha. Point being that we've been hanging out fairly frequently.<br />
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We are both weird and awkward. So that's good I guess. He actually said " I'm always thinking I'm weird but then I remember you're weird too." Which sums up how I generally feel as well.<br />
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Anyways. Awkward story.<br />
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My birth control has been being weird, as I just switched prescriptions. So I have been spotting. Which wasn't an issue during the week as the neck wrecker is working in Moncton. But the weekend comes along and the spotting had been stopped for a couple of days so I figured I was fine. So he came over and we hung out and what have you. And we had sex that night and then again in the morning and everything was fine. And were just laying around the next day and we've been talking about going to eat forever but we hadn't. It was a nice leisurely day. And we then realize that the roommates had left so we start to have sex again( I know it seems like a bit much but had been like a week). But then someone came back and we stopped having sex for a minute and I realize then that I HAD BLED EVERYWHERE. It was the worst thing ever(I'm not necessarily against period sex, but you want advance notice.) Anyways he was really cool about it and I was super awkward and apologized about a million times. Apparently we're even for the neck hickey thing now.<br />
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I have a theory living with a girl who isn't on birth control is overpowering my weak birth controlled hormones.<br />
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Because of this awfulness, but the not freaking out on his part has lead me to think he might actually be my boyfriend(I'm not quite ready to admit it Whitney haha).<br />
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<br />Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-67017290835693842312012-09-20T14:40:00.000-03:002012-09-20T14:40:34.030-03:00Life UpdateThis should be a novel because I never post and therefore the people who only read this were left on a bit of a cliff hanger.<div>
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-I haven't taken any drastic risks. Not my style I guess. I'm still trying to be braver though. Doing things even when they scare you is good. I just happen to be afraid of quite a few irrational things.</div>
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- The neck wrecker is still hanging around. He hasn't brutalized my neck since that first time, so that's good. He was also quite apologetic about the whole neck wrecking situation. So we've been hanging out for like 2 months. I don't really know if its going anywhere or what but I don't really care(Well maybe a little bit, but only cause my friends sort of freaked me out about it.) Also the first guy I was talking about turned out to be a douche so the whole neck situation turned out to be a good preventative thing. Its weird how things work out like that sometimes.</div>
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- I moved! Its awesome. My new place is much quieter and generally safer feeling and just brighter and nicer in general. Although we have a mouse. I'm struggling between wanting to name it and wanting to kill it. What I'm really hoping is that is was just passing through and that it doesn't really live here. But I'm pretty sure there is a Sex and the City episode about how that is probably not true.</div>
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- School is on break! Am I ever relieve. With school and work and trying to have a social life I was getting quite busy. Even this week has been busy, although I am technically on break. Today is the first day I've really lazed around, but I'm doing other stuff in a bit so it won't be the whole day anyways. If you want to see my school endeavours check out our youtube page:<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SquigglyBirdFish">http://www.youtube.com/user/SquigglyBirdFish</a> . I make a fool of myself in more than one video.</div>
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It was pointed out to me today that I'm not much of a risk taker. And while this shouldn't have come as a shock to me it did. Because I kind of thought I take a fair amount of risk. I mean I live in the ghetto pretty much. And I once moved to a new city all alone. That was risky. And I walk home at night by myself a fair amount(usually I run, but that is cause I am cray cray). On occasion I have stayed alone in a house. I go on rollercoasters.</div>
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But since I moved back to my University town to pursue my 2nd degree, I take basically no risks on a day to day basis. I'm a coward. I almost never speak up if its something that could potentially cause me to get hurt. I can't remember the last time I really made myself vulnerable to another person, that I didn't implicitly already trust, like my family. </div>
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Coward. That sucks. Maybe its time to change.Because I'm sure I've read on pinterest or such that its worse to regret stuff you were too afraid of then to get hurt? Damn pinterest. Put that mirror away.</div>Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-14556202584489122422012-07-13T10:32:00.001-03:002012-07-13T10:33:01.580-03:00I am the WORST.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I woke up on Graham st, with this monstrosity on my neck. And I'm going to a wedding tommorow. And to work. And generally out in public.And that boy that I kind of like? Well he has been away for two weeks and is getting back this weekend. And the person that wrecked my neck is one of his comedy friends. And I'm making a documentary that involves the neck wrecker. I have create one great big messy/awkward situation for myself.<br />
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Can I say I'm self sabatoging now?<br />
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I really have no idea why I did it. I blame the 75$ bar tab we won at trivia.<br />
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Definitely part of my mid 20s crisis.<br />
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<br />Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-89554528598306508862012-06-26T20:15:00.001-03:002012-06-26T20:15:47.909-03:00Summer VacaySince I am a year round student(LAME), I only have a week of summer vacation but so far it has been pretty awesome. Here is what I've done so far:<br />
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1. I went on a artsy nature retreat thing. I felt unsure if this would be fun and almost skipped out on it. But it turned out to be pretty fun, even though it rained the entire time. The age range was from 14 to 25, with me being on the old end. But one of my good school friends went too and the<span style="background-color: white;"> guy we drove with ended up being super cool so it ended up being pretty fun. We stealth drank and went swimming in the rain. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">2. After the retreat(it was only a day and a night) we, Stefan(the school friend) and Dakota(the new driving friend) decided to go to hopewell rocks. It was pretty funny cause we were all like "Yes we just decided to go on vacation with strangers, its the best." And the rocks are pretty cool. I was fairly hungover and then I RAN INTO MY EX AND HIS ENTIRE FAMILY. It was pretty weird actually cause what are the chances of that happening. And that is a slight exaggeration. I actually got a text from the ex being like "This may sound weird but are you at hopewell rocks?" to which I replied "Yes, are you?" and he was like "Yup I guess I'm can recognize you from behind." To which I made a joke about him following me. I kind of assumed he'd be there with friends too for some reason, and that we'd cross paths cause he was apparently behind me. I didn't while on the rocks so I thought I'd gotten away with not talking to him actually. And then we went to the gift shop where I spotted Him and his family from afar. And then I informed my friends we needed to leave haha. But even if they did see me, I was with two boys so I win probably.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">3. I then went home! And hung out with my family! And went swimming in a waterfall! And bought some ugly ass steal toed shoes for my new job! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">4. We also had pancakes and bacon and regular cake for my up coming B-Day.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">5. I decided I'm excited for turning 25. I think its going to be a good year.</span>Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-45609657649036224202012-06-21T13:56:00.000-03:002012-06-21T13:56:39.759-03:00Something NewSo we went for a walk.<br />
He brought his dog.<br />
His dog peed on my floor.<br />
Do y'all remember Camp Caribou? Cause I didn't.<br />
I was awkward.<br />
But he kissed me goodnight, and I'm still thinking about it.<br />
And then my roommate proceeded to make fun of me for hours.<br />
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Also my semester is over and I am super pumped! Whoop whoop a week for summer vacay.(This is actually the worst.) Excited for the new semester, we're going to be making a web series Soap Opera. Should be awesome.<br />
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Now I must get back to watching Beauty and the Beast in the middle of the day, just because I can.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-6388613948351047142012-06-18T09:37:00.002-03:002012-06-18T09:37:40.764-03:00Weekend FunThis weekend I let myself have a completely off weekend aka zero film stuff. Which was fantastic.(Minus the fact that now have many things to do this week. But I'm not freaking out.)<br />
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Friday I got to see my Best Buddy Jojo. Which I'm always happy about, cause I miss her like crazy! We went to a bachelorette which was also lots of fun cause I got to hang out with some lovely ladies I haven't seen much lately.<br />
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Since I got drunk on friday I was not planning on drinking saturday. But I was going to a comedy show that my roommate B was performing in, and one beer quickly spiralled into many beer.<br />
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So there is this comedian friend of B's that I always flirt with. He is kind of a dick but in a way that I find really hilarious if that makes any sense. Anyways another kind of friend, a friend I only hang out with in this particular environment, had previous slept with him so I felt kind of weird about the whole flirting thing. But then of course I got drunk, which lead to very flirty behaviour that I am embarrassed to write about.<br />
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So the whole drunken thing kicked in and I decided that I very rarely kind of like boys, and he seemed to also be into the whole flirting thing, so I did the terrible friend thing and made out with him, then took him home. NOT TO HAVE SEX. Which was different for me. Cause I was all like " I'm not having sex with you" and he was all like "ok" and then didn't push it at all! Which is weird, unexpected boy behaviour I thought at least. So then we hung out till like 3 yesterday and it was all very fun. I think I might kind of like him.<br />
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BUT I FEEL SO BAD. I am never a bad friend(in the boy sense). The last time I went for a boy that my friend even kind of liked was in GRADE 10 WITH NIGEL. And I was with him forever so I stopped feeling bad about it. And that friend had just liked him. But I'm not that good of a friend with her. SO MUCH GUILT. And my only justification now is that I was drunk. TELL ME I'M NOT A HORRIBLE PERSON!Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-36827504389589915842012-06-10T18:27:00.001-03:002012-06-10T18:27:32.565-03:00Persistance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To start this out honestly, I am a great big walking contradiction. This post will illustrate why.<br />
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So this guy I met at karaoke a couple weeks ago has been persistently texting me, wanting to hang out and such. But the more he texts me, and the more interested he seems in me, the more my dislike builds for this fellow. We are pretty compatible otherwise, as far as I can tell from text convos but I'm already feeling suffocated which I assume is a bad sign after a couple weeks.<br />
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I am not an independent person so I don't think that's the problem. (I know some people might disagree with this statement but I am all kinds of needy. Ask my Mom and my little Sister. I almost always need to be around people or animals.) I think what it is, is that I want everything to be difficult so when its not, I don't like it.<br />
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This has been a frequent trend in my life. As soon as a boy shows interest in me, I start to dislike them. I'm chalking it up to the fact that I am not in a place in my life where I think being in a relationship is feasible in the sense that I'm really focused on other things. But I think I'm actually romantically challenged. Or that maybe I just haven't met the right person? Or that I want to destroy things before I open myself up to getting hurt?<br />
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The thing is these boys are acting from what I can tell in a pretty normal way. The way I wished other boys would act.<br />
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Things just got a little to real there. Go back and look at the funny picture I found on pinterest. Or perhaps leave me some advice on how to cancel dates in a way that will make me look completely insane and makes this guy decide I am nuts and not want to date me?Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-30678401383087786002012-06-05T21:50:00.001-03:002012-06-05T21:50:27.094-03:00MOVIES!So as a film student I feel a certain amount of pressure that I should be watching movies all the time. But not regular movies, like classics or artsy movies. But the last couple of days I have not felt like it, and I'm between television shows right now(I almost always watch tv while I eat. I know I shouldn't but I do it anyways cause eating alone is sad and its hard to eat and read in my bed. Did I mention that we don't have a real table? Besides the point). However what I have felt like watching are all my favourite movies, especially ones I forgot were my favs. So here is a list with my anecdotal comments of the last 5 movies I've watched.<br />
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1.Empire Records: If you haven't seen this movie yet, watch it immediately. It has young Renee Zellwiger and Liv Tyler and it is awesome. Makes me want to quite school and work at a record store.<br />
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2.Welcome to the Dollhouse: I technically watched this for school. It was really weird but it remind me of several movies I want to re-watch such as Empire Records, Strike!(Does anyone have this? I couldn't find it on the internet, also don't judge me).<br />
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3.Stardust: This is one of the best fantasy/magical movies. Every time I watch it I love it more. I also always forget I love it but it is amazing. The author whose story it is based on Neil Gaiman is also amazing.<br />
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4.Chicago: This won best picture and is a musical. I love musicals but this one is one of my particular favs. I think I love every song in it. I also want to live in the 1920s.<br />
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5.Tangled: Classic Disney. Has awesome songs and Zachary Levi is the voice of the male lead. I LOVE him and the show Chuck. I actually cried through the whole last season. But Tangled is great.<br />
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I also recently watched The Vow, Captain America, Scanners and Hearts of Darkness(A doc about the making of apocalyse now). They were all also very good.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-41013938542885760642012-05-28T16:54:00.000-03:002012-05-28T16:54:46.269-03:00Drunk Sundays, Cause Mondays don't suck enough without a hangoverSo last night we(Me, Michelle W., Tia and Tia's France French Roomate) decided to go to Karaoke night at a local bar. I'm not sure why this seemed like a good idea, but at the time it seemed like it would be lots of fun which it was. I guess its only today I'm regretting it because I'm tired and no feeling tiptop. I have two different tangents for this story though.<br />
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So I recently discovered that I have more than one super creepy, terrifying neighbour. This new one is I'm pretty sure some kind of drug dealer plus cracked out on hard drugs. All day yesterday he was out on our lawn, and everytime I left my building he would "Hey Girl" me, hit on me, then immediately forget who I was. Hopefully this means he still doesn't remember me. Anyways, he was drinking so when we decided we were going out, I was like he is definitely going to be there because its the only bar open on Sunday. Tia thought I was being paranoid but the very first person we saw when we got there was this crazy guy. He immediately hey girled us again, and showed us a giant handful of bills all crumpled up. He was escorted out of the bar, within a half hour of us getting there. I'm terrified that in the summer he will frequently be sitting on the lawn. I will say again, I need to move.<br />
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So for unknown reasons once we get to the bar I decide I want to make friends at the table beside us. I peer pressure the sober driver of the group into dancing with me, then proceed to try and talk to them for awhile. I say try because I never heard any of their responses. But apparently they thought I was semi amusing cause the sober guy I was harassing got my number. I also think I made an ass out of myself because I got up and sang THREE TIMES. The only other time I have sang at karaoke was with Brendan singing summer nights. My sober friend also blatantly lied to me by saying I did well. I know I didn't(not in a self deprecating way) I hella cannot sing. Like at all. But over all it was quite the fun night.Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755865435764041826.post-37984692051738294362012-05-25T20:43:00.001-03:002012-05-25T20:47:01.460-03:00End Of an EraOne of my Best Friends T-Pain(T-Raging if you will) is about to embark on a major adventure and is moving exactly a million miles away. I know its going to be awesome, but dear god am I ever going to miss you. I was going to get sappy and emotional, but I feel like that might not be our style aka straight up gangsta(Plus it is hard to put into words how important you've been in my life). University may be over, but I hope this is a friendship that will last way longer than that anyways. (Blog Peer Pressure/ You're stuck with me FOREVER)<br />
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Also my class now has a youtube channel so everyone should subscribe to it: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SquigglyBirdFish?ob=0&feature=results_main">http://www.youtube.com/user/SquigglyBirdFish?ob=0&feature=results_main</a>Robyn M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04170067220461925617noreply@blogger.com2