stream of consciousness
I love the way my room smells.
I really like my life.
It's warm. Always warmer than everything else. It smells like sweet things, vanilla, and a lingering smell of pot and other comforting things. My bed, though it will probably leave me with irreparable spinal damage, is comfy as hell, and if I smush my face into one of my half dozen feather pillows, it always smells just a bit like Jeremie, which is nice to fall asleep with. I get frustrated with how my room looks. What with it's discolored carpet, half torn down wallpaper, random scatterings of pictures, artwork and souvenirs like hospital bands littering the walls. I can face that it's a mess, but my room has character.
When it comes down to it, my life kind of has character, too.
I really enjoy thinking of my life as a novel, with myself and my friends and family as characters. The setting is Maple Ditch outside of the grand Vancouver, which I'll get to later in the story. The rest of the world is alluded to, but the character-me doesn't go there, I don't think. She wants to though. Maybe that parts just not written yet.
I'm fascinated by my surroundings. The world is fun to look at. I was talking to a woman at my work. She lost her voice, and it was hardly over a whisper but she was talking excitedly. One day she decided to pack up everything and go to Quebec to marry some guy. She didn't speak French, but she went and learned it there. Since the last time she'd seen him, she became a body builder, and he barely recognized her. They tried, and it didn't work. By the time she left to come home she was 105lbs and a punk. She told me she'd been 17, and she had a chain that connected all of her piercings. She told me a bunch of stuff. My life is going to be awesome. If I think I'm having fun now, I can't wait until my twenties or thirties.... I think a lot of fun things come with age.
The most interesting people are the open minded ones. People who have let themselves experience life, enjoy, accept and try to understand it. If you can't have a little bit of fun, what good is it? I really like my life right now, I think. I feel like I've grown up a little bit in the last year. I really enjoy the people I'm surrounded with right now. I'm not worried about image in any way, and am content. The people in my life right now seem to be the people I'm going to be with for quite some time. I've learned patience. For a while there I lost my stride, but for the past couple months I'm back on track and I'm not stressed. Christmas is going wonderfully. I've got all my Christmas presents done. I think they're all really nice things. All things I would like myself, and I've had money for flexibility, too. I didn't go overboard with any presents, but I don't feel cheap. Each gift, aside from my mum and Jeremie cost about 20 dollars, give or take. All of my shopping is done and wrapped with the exception of two people who I've got to pick something up for and Robyn and I are baking some things and doing goodie bags for the fellowship. I bought gifts for Jeremie, Alley, Hailee, Sadie, Teshia, and my mum. I'm really excited to see what I get as well. Jeremie, Alley, Hailee, Sadie, Mary and Pano apparently all have surprises for me, and Cody gave me the phoenix I saw in Granville Island Kid's Market when we went Christmas shopping. It's really quite pretty, with myriad shades of red and orange and tasteful sparkles on it's wings. It has those big bird feet I like, too. It was also wrapped in really colorful paper with ribbons and bows. He picked me up from work today so we could do the last touches on my Christmas shopping, and we visited Robyn at work with a London Fog because she wasn't feeling well. I came home and wrapped all of my presents. It feels good.
Heh.
Yea.
Kara.
I really like my life.
It's warm. Always warmer than everything else. It smells like sweet things, vanilla, and a lingering smell of pot and other comforting things. My bed, though it will probably leave me with irreparable spinal damage, is comfy as hell, and if I smush my face into one of my half dozen feather pillows, it always smells just a bit like Jeremie, which is nice to fall asleep with. I get frustrated with how my room looks. What with it's discolored carpet, half torn down wallpaper, random scatterings of pictures, artwork and souvenirs like hospital bands littering the walls. I can face that it's a mess, but my room has character.
When it comes down to it, my life kind of has character, too.
I really enjoy thinking of my life as a novel, with myself and my friends and family as characters. The setting is Maple Ditch outside of the grand Vancouver, which I'll get to later in the story. The rest of the world is alluded to, but the character-me doesn't go there, I don't think. She wants to though. Maybe that parts just not written yet.
I'm fascinated by my surroundings. The world is fun to look at. I was talking to a woman at my work. She lost her voice, and it was hardly over a whisper but she was talking excitedly. One day she decided to pack up everything and go to Quebec to marry some guy. She didn't speak French, but she went and learned it there. Since the last time she'd seen him, she became a body builder, and he barely recognized her. They tried, and it didn't work. By the time she left to come home she was 105lbs and a punk. She told me she'd been 17, and she had a chain that connected all of her piercings. She told me a bunch of stuff. My life is going to be awesome. If I think I'm having fun now, I can't wait until my twenties or thirties.... I think a lot of fun things come with age.
The most interesting people are the open minded ones. People who have let themselves experience life, enjoy, accept and try to understand it. If you can't have a little bit of fun, what good is it? I really like my life right now, I think. I feel like I've grown up a little bit in the last year. I really enjoy the people I'm surrounded with right now. I'm not worried about image in any way, and am content. The people in my life right now seem to be the people I'm going to be with for quite some time. I've learned patience. For a while there I lost my stride, but for the past couple months I'm back on track and I'm not stressed. Christmas is going wonderfully. I've got all my Christmas presents done. I think they're all really nice things. All things I would like myself, and I've had money for flexibility, too. I didn't go overboard with any presents, but I don't feel cheap. Each gift, aside from my mum and Jeremie cost about 20 dollars, give or take. All of my shopping is done and wrapped with the exception of two people who I've got to pick something up for and Robyn and I are baking some things and doing goodie bags for the fellowship. I bought gifts for Jeremie, Alley, Hailee, Sadie, Teshia, and my mum. I'm really excited to see what I get as well. Jeremie, Alley, Hailee, Sadie, Mary and Pano apparently all have surprises for me, and Cody gave me the phoenix I saw in Granville Island Kid's Market when we went Christmas shopping. It's really quite pretty, with myriad shades of red and orange and tasteful sparkles on it's wings. It has those big bird feet I like, too. It was also wrapped in really colorful paper with ribbons and bows. He picked me up from work today so we could do the last touches on my Christmas shopping, and we visited Robyn at work with a London Fog because she wasn't feeling well. I came home and wrapped all of my presents. It feels good.
Heh.
Yea.
Kara.