Eeeee! This area is called Vieux Montréal [Old Montreal]
Monday, November 29, 2010
"I feel like your body is here in Richmond, but your soul is in Montreal" hahah yes, it's official...I wake up every morning telling my mom what the temperature is in Montreal because I've set my desktop weather thing to that location. Gahhh I can't wait to go this summer.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Even though my brother was in Long Island it was still fun with my God family coming over.
really bad quality picture [taken with my phone] of the pumpkin cheesecake I made. Everyone loved it!
Mom and "Uncle" Mark.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
I think I am going to just go ahead and pierce my own nose. I sort of did it like a week ago but then realized it was dumb because I didn't have anything to put in it. Soo I need to go get a ring, then I'll do it. I've looked it up and it's fine as long as you're clean...not to mention I handle needles everyday so I'd rather just do it myself.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
My Eto'o bracelet that Lauren got me in Cameroon is unwinding. It's my favorite bracelet you know.
I spent about an hour looking at residence things for Mcgill. Each click made my anxiety level go up. It's what I want...but at the same time, I think about the point at which I'll be saying "Hi, I'm moving to Canada in a month. a week. tomorrow. Alone." That's scary.
I'm not talking to my dad. He's trying to act like things are okay.
Trust me. They're not.
Kelly Gumm is my passive aggressive partner in crime.
Now I choose whether or not to dwell on these things...as "The Scientist" comes through my Pandora playlist. Two words: Wicker Park. Oh of course...it's a live version, which allows me to hear the emotional trembling of Chris Martin's beautiful voice.
c r y
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
This makes me chuckle. And sounds like something I would do.
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise?
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
How I often feel.