My sad sad lack of anything good to say.
Guess who's back?
back again!
Guess who's back?
tell a friend!
No, not Slim Shady!
It's the hot mommajomma on my left - which is your right.
WELCOME BACK FROM WASHINGTON AND INTO THE ARMS OF UGLY CANADIAN WEATHER!
So March Break's almost over, folks. I can't say I'm disappointed now, I was disappointed even before it started. I haven't been out of the house for 4 days, and for 4 days I've been painting our kitchen and family room, cancelled my George Brown audition, watched the first season of The O.C. (as you already know), stared at a blank 30 x 36 canvas that I have yet to start, sketched, erased and resketched ideas for that empty canvas I'm supposed to have done by Wednesday, and surprisingly, I've been waking up at 9 am almost everyday to savour what weekday morning programming has to offer: A whole lot of Ellen Degeneres, and Dawson Leary. Oh, and his creek. That's something I will never get to do again as of today - because school starts next week. Tears will be expected on Monday morning, as well as a very acquainted stick that will reside up my ass for the rest of next week.
Today, I tried making friends with a comb.
But I failed. I haven't been anywhere the past couple of days so naturally, I didn't care much for how I looked. Then I saw my hair in all its monstrous glory as I walked past my reflection on my brand spankin' new computer monitor (which looks sexy in my room by the way). I was like WHAT THE EFF? and almost died right there next to my sexy new screen. But I was brave, so I tried combing with my fingers but it was a lost cause. It was obvious I needed a comb so I set off to find one because I barely comb my hair. It took a while but I finally did find one and I was ready to show my hair who's boss. A couple of painstaking minutes later, my endeavour proved me wrong. And I sure as hell wasn't the boss.
So what did I do after I failed miserably?
I took pictures!
Gawrsh that was a waste of time. I'm sorry you had to see that. I'd warn you not to read that portion of my journal but if you're already reading this part, I'm afraid it's too late for you, my friend.
UUUUGH I'm so PALE!
I miss summer.
=(
back again!
Guess who's back?
tell a friend!
No, not Slim Shady!
It's the hot mommajomma on my left - which is your right.
WELCOME BACK FROM WASHINGTON AND INTO THE ARMS OF UGLY CANADIAN WEATHER!
So March Break's almost over, folks. I can't say I'm disappointed now, I was disappointed even before it started. I haven't been out of the house for 4 days, and for 4 days I've been painting our kitchen and family room, cancelled my George Brown audition, watched the first season of The O.C. (as you already know), stared at a blank 30 x 36 canvas that I have yet to start, sketched, erased and resketched ideas for that empty canvas I'm supposed to have done by Wednesday, and surprisingly, I've been waking up at 9 am almost everyday to savour what weekday morning programming has to offer: A whole lot of Ellen Degeneres, and Dawson Leary. Oh, and his creek. That's something I will never get to do again as of today - because school starts next week. Tears will be expected on Monday morning, as well as a very acquainted stick that will reside up my ass for the rest of next week.
Today, I tried making friends with a comb.
But I failed. I haven't been anywhere the past couple of days so naturally, I didn't care much for how I looked. Then I saw my hair in all its monstrous glory as I walked past my reflection on my brand spankin' new computer monitor (which looks sexy in my room by the way). I was like WHAT THE EFF? and almost died right there next to my sexy new screen. But I was brave, so I tried combing with my fingers but it was a lost cause. It was obvious I needed a comb so I set off to find one because I barely comb my hair. It took a while but I finally did find one and I was ready to show my hair who's boss. A couple of painstaking minutes later, my endeavour proved me wrong. And I sure as hell wasn't the boss.
So what did I do after I failed miserably?
I took pictures!
Gawrsh that was a waste of time. I'm sorry you had to see that. I'd warn you not to read that portion of my journal but if you're already reading this part, I'm afraid it's too late for you, my friend.
UUUUGH I'm so PALE!
I miss summer.
=(