1. My Neighbours are mainly psychopaths. The ones above me love domestic abuse, loud video games and looping dvd menus. The neighbours below us love yelling, verbally abusing anyone(including the mailman) and smoking in their apartment. The people beside us have a pretty nice dog so I forgive them for their crazyness.
2. Everything I own smells like cigarette smoke, even though neither I nor my roommate smoke. I blame the downstairs neighbour but it is possibly all the neighbours.
3. Our bathroom light has been broken for about a week and therefore only intermittently works. You don't know scary showers until you have had one where your bathroom light flickers constantly and leaves you in the dark 5 plus minutes on occasion. (This is made worse if you have seen the angel episodes of Doctor Who).
4. I think the downstairs neighbour might also be a murderer and we have a very flimsy lock on the front door.
5. I think it is going to be brutally hot in the summer. Also only two of the windows in the whole apartment have screens.
Basically I need to move.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The Taste of Nostalgia
Change.
I don't think anyone likes it. Well at least not all the time.
Today I had a London Fog from Coffee and Friends for the first time since I've moved back to my University Town. I used to go fairly often with my bff Jojo all the time 2 years ago and it was also a fairly regular part of my bus trips to school.
I don't know why this was my first one. I have been pretty poor and I now have a completely different routine than I used to. But I was instantly brought back to 2 years ago. In a sense, not much has changed. Its still tasted the same. I am still in the same city. I was even wearing the same winter jacket.
But in another sense everything has changed. New school, new roommate(I miss you Jojo!), a lot of new friends. And I'm older. Last year definitely changed me more than I realized.
But today, as I drank what used to be one of my favorite parts of trip to school, I let myself miss it.
I think the worst kind of change might be the kind that sneaks up on you and you don't even notice until its to late and its already impossible to go back.
I don't think anyone likes it. Well at least not all the time.
Today I had a London Fog from Coffee and Friends for the first time since I've moved back to my University Town. I used to go fairly often with my bff Jojo all the time 2 years ago and it was also a fairly regular part of my bus trips to school.
I don't know why this was my first one. I have been pretty poor and I now have a completely different routine than I used to. But I was instantly brought back to 2 years ago. In a sense, not much has changed. Its still tasted the same. I am still in the same city. I was even wearing the same winter jacket.
But in another sense everything has changed. New school, new roommate(I miss you Jojo!), a lot of new friends. And I'm older. Last year definitely changed me more than I realized.
But today, as I drank what used to be one of my favorite parts of trip to school, I let myself miss it.
I think the worst kind of change might be the kind that sneaks up on you and you don't even notice until its to late and its already impossible to go back.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Holla
Hey All
I haven't blogged much lately cause I am super busy with school. But here is some proof that I am legitimately doing school work. Kind of at least :)
I haven't blogged much lately cause I am super busy with school. But here is some proof that I am legitimately doing school work. Kind of at least :)
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Christmas
As I am currently in the middle of exams/final projects, I am getting especially excited for Christmas.
Something about last year felt wrong without having something to procrastinate right before the holidays.
I am also very excited to see my Mom, who has been away for the majority of last year.
Most years I have some sort of wish list going on, but this year all I really want is to be at home(not that I'm discouraging presents obviously).
Here are some things I am super excited for:
1. Baking a million delicious Christmas treats. And eating them.
2. Decorating the Christmas tree. And by this I mean, complaining that I have the least Christmas Ornaments to bug my Mom, take my yearly Christmas picture with my dog Brunoe dressed as the grinch dog and trying not to explode glasses of eggnog(my magical power).
3. Hanging out with my little sister. We have lots of fun watching seasons of stuff and bugging my mom at christmas. Last year we discovered the hilarity of telling her she was" ruining christmas" every time she did something. Which sounds meaner than it is. Cause she just ignores it. And its always about silly things like she told us to move out of her way, or that we have to let the dogs out or such.
4. Seeing the rest of my Family. Cause no big deal, but I have the best family ever. Be jealous.
5. Playing board games. My family is also super competitive. Its all in good fun, except when you sit next to my ma, who has a bad habit of hitting when she is losing.(This also sounds more violent than it is, although it does hurt.)
And now for one of the best Christmas songs:
Something about last year felt wrong without having something to procrastinate right before the holidays.
I am also very excited to see my Mom, who has been away for the majority of last year.
Most years I have some sort of wish list going on, but this year all I really want is to be at home(not that I'm discouraging presents obviously).
Here are some things I am super excited for:
1. Baking a million delicious Christmas treats. And eating them.
2. Decorating the Christmas tree. And by this I mean, complaining that I have the least Christmas Ornaments to bug my Mom, take my yearly Christmas picture with my dog Brunoe dressed as the grinch dog and trying not to explode glasses of eggnog(my magical power).
3. Hanging out with my little sister. We have lots of fun watching seasons of stuff and bugging my mom at christmas. Last year we discovered the hilarity of telling her she was" ruining christmas" every time she did something. Which sounds meaner than it is. Cause she just ignores it. And its always about silly things like she told us to move out of her way, or that we have to let the dogs out or such.
4. Seeing the rest of my Family. Cause no big deal, but I have the best family ever. Be jealous.
5. Playing board games. My family is also super competitive. Its all in good fun, except when you sit next to my ma, who has a bad habit of hitting when she is losing.(This also sounds more violent than it is, although it does hurt.)
And now for one of the best Christmas songs:
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Shattered
I've been thinking recently about how I'm not very real on my blog. Personally, I hate those blogs that only seem to to document the happy moments in their lives and nothing else. Because obviously that not the only thing in their lives. And then I realized horrors of horrors, that that's mainly what I do here. So I thought I'd share something that, if you've been drinking with me lately, is part of the reason I've been sad. I've also been ridic homesick but I think that's just because I'm such a home person and I hadn't lived at home for a long time. So I got used to it.
I just want to say that as a general rule I don't get sad about boys. Boys are often transitory in my life, which sounds worse than I mean. But almost no boy has really ever had a hold on my heart. Only really one boy. All the rest could just be described as friends and sometimes as less than that.
I met him when I was 11 years old. We were pretty much friends from the start. When I was 13 and he was 14 we went to our grade 8 Semi-Formal. Technically I asked him(aka my sister sat on me, while her best friend asked him on msn). He later told me he hadn't ever thought of me that way, but after a bunch of girls having asked him, I was the only one he had wanted to go with.
We started dating when we were 15. By dating I mean we would go for walks or watch movies and dance together at dances. Our first "date" we watched " My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Over a month in we had our first kiss(both of our actual first kisses) while watching the movie "The Transporters". We dated for 5 months and then we broke up because I was moving several provinces away and we were both 16. I think we both thought that's all it was ever going to be.
I moved back after a year but he was dating someone else. Typical me, I got drunk and told him that I had loved him that whole year but now I was over him(because I was drunk making out with someone else..also typical me). He contacted me later that week and told me "He would never feel what he felt about me about any other girl". So we got back together. Five months later we had sex(the first time for both of us.)We dated until the end of the school year, when I broke up with him, because we were both going to university and because high school relationships never last.
We both went to the same university(My logic was perhaps a little bit ridiculous) and we saw each other all the time. This made it impossible for me to get over him and so I pressured him to get back together. Around Halloween he had his first one night stand and regretted it completely. He didn't want to be that kind of guy I guess. My paternal grandmother had died around the same time and so we both reached out for each other. We stayed together that time for a little over a year. I went to lifeguard at camp in Ontario that summer and ended up getting drunk and making out with someone else but he forgave me. I unfortunately couldn't forgive myself and that was ultimately the catalyst of our breakup.
I then took a semester off and went and lived with my father in Charlottetown PEI. I had a casual relationship with a man 7 years older than me, who was a douche and exactly what I needed to move on. Or so I thought. When I returned to school I immediately fell back into old habits. I would sleep at his house all the time, but he no longer wanted to be in a relationship. I was hanging out with his roommates and he brought a girl home from a pubcrawl. I thought this betrayal was it for me. I left that night and vowed not to come back. But over Christmas he decided he missed me and when we returned to school in January we sort of fell back together. Around this time my maternal grandfather died and I needed to lean on him all the time.
We stayed together for about 10 months that time but when we returned there was alot of distance between us. I felt he didn't put any effort into the relationship and that I was the one doing everything. So I broke it off. I then began what I refer to as my months of being a slut. We spent New Years together that year for the first time ever. I missed him but I didn't think he had changed. I thought he would always chose other things over me. He started seeing a new girl after that and I decided(selfishly I know) I now wanted him back. So I told him to chose me over her. And he didn't.
They broke up in April and he got back in contact with me after several months of silence. We randomly hooked up for a couple of months. That summer he asked me where I thought we were going. I said I didn't know. He said he thought I was the girl he was going to marry.
We kept hooking up and I thought we were on the verge of getting back together. He then stopped everything, and decided he just wanted to be friends. I was never sure why. A month or two later he told me he was dating his roommate and I assumed that was why but I don't really know.
So we stopped talking. I would ocassionally get drunk and call him to hear his voice and then hang up. Not my proudest moments. Almost a year later I deleted him of facebook. I was convinced I was getting over him. He then messaged me , so I re-added him and we messaged back and forth. He wanted to be friends. This went on and sometimes when I would visit my old university town(I had moved away, hence the getting over him kind of) I would visit him, as friends.
When I moved back to my university town this fall, I drunken texted him and told him I lived across the street from where he used to live. A week or two later he invited me for coffee. We hung out for a couple hours. Later that week I texted him at 2 in the morning to invite him to a party(not a proud moment either). He convinced me to go sleep at his house "innocently" as he put it. It wasn't innocent though. And these sleepovers have continued for 2 months now.
I know its stupid but I just miss him and all the things he represents to me. It is always just easy with us, in the not relationship way but personality way. I think we might be sickly compatible and I only realized it after I was never that compatible with anyone else. But I don't know what any of this means to him, and I'm to much of a wuss to ask him. And I now only see him when I'm drinking which I think is a bad time to talk about feelings. Plus I'm scared he will tell me it doesn't mean anything. Something about him just makes me fall apart, inside out, to the point that I cry at parties. And I don't cry normally.
I just want to say that as a general rule I don't get sad about boys. Boys are often transitory in my life, which sounds worse than I mean. But almost no boy has really ever had a hold on my heart. Only really one boy. All the rest could just be described as friends and sometimes as less than that.
I met him when I was 11 years old. We were pretty much friends from the start. When I was 13 and he was 14 we went to our grade 8 Semi-Formal. Technically I asked him(aka my sister sat on me, while her best friend asked him on msn). He later told me he hadn't ever thought of me that way, but after a bunch of girls having asked him, I was the only one he had wanted to go with.
We started dating when we were 15. By dating I mean we would go for walks or watch movies and dance together at dances. Our first "date" we watched " My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Over a month in we had our first kiss(both of our actual first kisses) while watching the movie "The Transporters". We dated for 5 months and then we broke up because I was moving several provinces away and we were both 16. I think we both thought that's all it was ever going to be.
I moved back after a year but he was dating someone else. Typical me, I got drunk and told him that I had loved him that whole year but now I was over him(because I was drunk making out with someone else..also typical me). He contacted me later that week and told me "He would never feel what he felt about me about any other girl". So we got back together. Five months later we had sex(the first time for both of us.)We dated until the end of the school year, when I broke up with him, because we were both going to university and because high school relationships never last.
We both went to the same university(My logic was perhaps a little bit ridiculous) and we saw each other all the time. This made it impossible for me to get over him and so I pressured him to get back together. Around Halloween he had his first one night stand and regretted it completely. He didn't want to be that kind of guy I guess. My paternal grandmother had died around the same time and so we both reached out for each other. We stayed together that time for a little over a year. I went to lifeguard at camp in Ontario that summer and ended up getting drunk and making out with someone else but he forgave me. I unfortunately couldn't forgive myself and that was ultimately the catalyst of our breakup.
I then took a semester off and went and lived with my father in Charlottetown PEI. I had a casual relationship with a man 7 years older than me, who was a douche and exactly what I needed to move on. Or so I thought. When I returned to school I immediately fell back into old habits. I would sleep at his house all the time, but he no longer wanted to be in a relationship. I was hanging out with his roommates and he brought a girl home from a pubcrawl. I thought this betrayal was it for me. I left that night and vowed not to come back. But over Christmas he decided he missed me and when we returned to school in January we sort of fell back together. Around this time my maternal grandfather died and I needed to lean on him all the time.
We stayed together for about 10 months that time but when we returned there was alot of distance between us. I felt he didn't put any effort into the relationship and that I was the one doing everything. So I broke it off. I then began what I refer to as my months of being a slut. We spent New Years together that year for the first time ever. I missed him but I didn't think he had changed. I thought he would always chose other things over me. He started seeing a new girl after that and I decided(selfishly I know) I now wanted him back. So I told him to chose me over her. And he didn't.
They broke up in April and he got back in contact with me after several months of silence. We randomly hooked up for a couple of months. That summer he asked me where I thought we were going. I said I didn't know. He said he thought I was the girl he was going to marry.
We kept hooking up and I thought we were on the verge of getting back together. He then stopped everything, and decided he just wanted to be friends. I was never sure why. A month or two later he told me he was dating his roommate and I assumed that was why but I don't really know.
So we stopped talking. I would ocassionally get drunk and call him to hear his voice and then hang up. Not my proudest moments. Almost a year later I deleted him of facebook. I was convinced I was getting over him. He then messaged me , so I re-added him and we messaged back and forth. He wanted to be friends. This went on and sometimes when I would visit my old university town(I had moved away, hence the getting over him kind of) I would visit him, as friends.
When I moved back to my university town this fall, I drunken texted him and told him I lived across the street from where he used to live. A week or two later he invited me for coffee. We hung out for a couple hours. Later that week I texted him at 2 in the morning to invite him to a party(not a proud moment either). He convinced me to go sleep at his house "innocently" as he put it. It wasn't innocent though. And these sleepovers have continued for 2 months now.
I know its stupid but I just miss him and all the things he represents to me. It is always just easy with us, in the not relationship way but personality way. I think we might be sickly compatible and I only realized it after I was never that compatible with anyone else. But I don't know what any of this means to him, and I'm to much of a wuss to ask him. And I now only see him when I'm drinking which I think is a bad time to talk about feelings. Plus I'm scared he will tell me it doesn't mean anything. Something about him just makes me fall apart, inside out, to the point that I cry at parties. And I don't cry normally.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
TV Shows
I must admit I watch a lot of television. I would like to work in television or film so that's kind of an excuse. Also when I was living in exile aka with my parents I watch a whole bunch of television series. This didn't seem like much of a problem until I started trying to keep up with them when the series started new seasons this fall. Then it quickly became overwhelming, so I came with a plan. This was not to watch any new shows until Christmas when I could watch them all in a row instead of trying to watch like 20 shows on a weekly basis. This was working until people started talking about these shows in front of me, so I've caved on several of my favs. I have since vowed to only start watching shows after they've been cancelled so there is no pressure. Because Nathalie asked for it, here is a list of all the shows that are still making new episodes that I watch:
Breaking Bad
It's always Sunny in Philadelphia
Dexter
The Office
Modern Family
Mad Men
Community
Boardwalk Empire
Parks and Recreation
The Walking Dead
How I met your Mother
The Big Bang Theory
Californication
30 Rock
True Blood( I'm actually still a full season behind on this one)
Bored to Death
Chuck
Pretty Little Liars( This is actually really stupid and I don't know why I watch it)
Gossip Girl
Weeds
Glee
I thinks thats it, but I might be forgetting some. If I am I'm going to take it as a sign I should give up on it. Also just for funsies here is a list of shows I would like to watch cause I heard they're good:
Game of Thrones
The Wire
American Horror Story
Once Upon a Time( I've actually heard nothing about this but it looked good)
New Girl
Everwood
Breakout Kings
Fringe
Sons of Anarchy
Venture Brothers
Oz
Deadwood
Spartacus
Carnivale
Justified
Veronica Mars
Six Feet Under
Battlestar Galactica
Doctor Who
Rome
The Tudors( I want to finish watching this, cause I've watched the first season)
So basically I must become a hermit.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Sleep
I will say this first: I am a terrible sleeper. I need conditions to be exactly right; no noise or light and I have to be legit tired. Sometimes all thats isn't even enough.
Now for the ranty part: I hate my upstairs neighbours. I think their living room must be above my bedroom or they just have a tv in their bedroom. But my point is that they listen(presumably watch as well) this tv incredibly loud all night. Last night it was on until like 3am. Also they often put in dvds and leave it on the menu screen so I hear it loop all night.
This might not be so bad if I had the balls to go upstairs and be like " Hey could you turn down your tv a bit, maybe stop stomping so much" but I won't. I am bad at confrontation.
So here are my options as I see it:
1. Leave them an anonymous note.
2. Destroy their fuse box (They are all in the basement).
3. Start drinking every night so I can pass out.
4. Only sleep during the day (They don't seem to be home then).
5. Murder them and hope that noisier neighbours don't move in. Or that jail is quieter than my apartment currently is.
6. Learn to sleep like a regular person(this seems unlikely, cause I don't not sleep on purpose).
7. Get earplugs.(This is irrational but I'm scared if I did I might not be able to hear a murderer or like some other kind of emergency).
8. Move my bed into the living room.
Any confrontation free suggestions?
Now for the ranty part: I hate my upstairs neighbours. I think their living room must be above my bedroom or they just have a tv in their bedroom. But my point is that they listen(presumably watch as well) this tv incredibly loud all night. Last night it was on until like 3am. Also they often put in dvds and leave it on the menu screen so I hear it loop all night.
This might not be so bad if I had the balls to go upstairs and be like " Hey could you turn down your tv a bit, maybe stop stomping so much" but I won't. I am bad at confrontation.
So here are my options as I see it:
1. Leave them an anonymous note.
2. Destroy their fuse box (They are all in the basement).
3. Start drinking every night so I can pass out.
4. Only sleep during the day (They don't seem to be home then).
5. Murder them and hope that noisier neighbours don't move in. Or that jail is quieter than my apartment currently is.
6. Learn to sleep like a regular person(this seems unlikely, cause I don't not sleep on purpose).
7. Get earplugs.(This is irrational but I'm scared if I did I might not be able to hear a murderer or like some other kind of emergency).
8. Move my bed into the living room.
Any confrontation free suggestions?
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Moving, Cause pics describe it best..
My little sister made me throw out a whole bunch of stuff. 
Found this gem when I was getting rid of stuff :)
Delaney made me throw out these perfectly good flats.
She is vicious when she wants to be.
The new Place
We don't have much furniture so I only took pics of my room.
I guess I'm pretty much settled in (I always get ridic homesick). My roommates b-day was yesterday and I realized to have people over furniture is kind of necessary. The apartment is pretty ghetto, but I'm getting used to it.
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