few things in life are as satisfying as breaking open, smelling
a brand new tube of diorshow.
living on my own (with roommates) without a job, in an expensive city should make me stay away from 35$ mascara, however i put it on my hbc credit card (a credit card that i have no racked up to infinity) and we all know credit cards are not real money. plus i havent been buying myself anything, no new clothes (and it shows) my eyelashes were looking sad. now they smell nice.
im glad it hat and boot weather, i wish i owned more than one pair of fashion boots. when i get a job im going to buy boots, and a metro pass, and food.. actually ive been buying lots of food, im worried about me not getting a job and running out of money.. and i'll have to beg my parents to bring food to toronto so i can keep contributing. they've donated lots though, lots of food, and toilet paper and everything i need really. oh parents, how you can suprise. not that im really surprised, if there is one things my parents have always been great about its helping me financially, now they do refused to pay my rent or pay for my school, but that's because they arent crazy, i respect that. they do however buy me everything else i need and want.. which can be bad, i need to ween myself off of that.
i miss writing in here. it's not always interesting, and i doubt it's read by anyone, but id kinda prefer it if it wasnt. maybe i just like the idea that what im saying is going out into the universe, instead of being written into a little notepad and kept beside my bed, i dont necessarily want anyone to read it, but i like that it isnt totally private and non existent. is it sad that in order to feel like my 'journal' exists it was to be available for others to see? maybe im an exhibitionist.
oh my god! THE CLOTHING SHOW! i wonder if that is still on at the exhibition? im a torontonian now! i can just go and i dont have to wait on anyone to take me! YAY!
living on my own (with roommates) without a job, in an expensive city should make me stay away from 35$ mascara, however i put it on my hbc credit card (a credit card that i have no racked up to infinity) and we all know credit cards are not real money. plus i havent been buying myself anything, no new clothes (and it shows) my eyelashes were looking sad. now they smell nice.
im glad it hat and boot weather, i wish i owned more than one pair of fashion boots. when i get a job im going to buy boots, and a metro pass, and food.. actually ive been buying lots of food, im worried about me not getting a job and running out of money.. and i'll have to beg my parents to bring food to toronto so i can keep contributing. they've donated lots though, lots of food, and toilet paper and everything i need really. oh parents, how you can suprise. not that im really surprised, if there is one things my parents have always been great about its helping me financially, now they do refused to pay my rent or pay for my school, but that's because they arent crazy, i respect that. they do however buy me everything else i need and want.. which can be bad, i need to ween myself off of that.
i miss writing in here. it's not always interesting, and i doubt it's read by anyone, but id kinda prefer it if it wasnt. maybe i just like the idea that what im saying is going out into the universe, instead of being written into a little notepad and kept beside my bed, i dont necessarily want anyone to read it, but i like that it isnt totally private and non existent. is it sad that in order to feel like my 'journal' exists it was to be available for others to see? maybe im an exhibitionist.
oh my god! THE CLOTHING SHOW! i wonder if that is still on at the exhibition? im a torontonian now! i can just go and i dont have to wait on anyone to take me! YAY!