three-hundred & forty-three.
"The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true."
Yesterday was terrible. Like really bad. I'm going to brush it aside because today being a good day makes up for it.
I understand the sentiment behind my choir director adding me to the choir email list to send out updates, but I find it's rather pointless when the emails are in Hungarian and I can understand maybe two or three words. Eventually I'll be able to understand them, but at this point in time, I'm just deleting the emails without even reading them. Not like I can contribute to Sunday conversations about them, anyway.
Thanks to la_belle_roo, I've recently taken up collaging again, so my floor is slowly accumulating more and more magazines. And I have a lot of 'zines, most of which are NYLON. Which brought up a thought: I'd really like to intern or work for NYLON some day. Obviously I'd have to live in New York for that, but I'm allowed to dream right now. (Living in New York is too surreal a dream for me. It gives me butterflies.) Still dreaming of moving to Toronto first once I'm done school, because that's the Canadian city of opportunity.
... I'm serious, shit doesn't happen in Ottawa, capital city or no.
Rewatching Skins recently, I realized how much I hate everyone's family. From all seasons. Except possibly Naomi's mom. It might be because I was spoiled with a nice, understanding mother who's basically my best friend and doesn't ask much or expect much of me. I don't want to say it's because these are European families because uh, my family is European, so I don't know what it is. Realistic, most likely. Not all families are lovely like mine.
brb 'zines