Isn't it weird when people delete you from Facebook ( Read more... )

One more thing:
my mom and my sister and my little brother went to Burwash abandoned prison without me. I try to convince my mom to go on a Northern Ontario roadtrip to see cool abandoned stuff every summer, and she finally does it less than two months after I'm gone. I'm coming back to Ontario for 6 days later this month, you'd think they could ( Read more... )

One time I dreamed that I lived in a house by the beach. My upstairs bedroom window faced the water, and I had a futon as my bed. I think I lived with my dad instead of my mom. The ground shook so I fell to the floor beside my bed - when I stood up and looked outside, there was this huge explosion on the other side of the water. It was a giant red ( Read more... )

I've been having weird dreams lately ( Read more... )

I've been remembering recently the dream I had a while ago, where I was at Petro Park with all my friends on a rainy evening. Did I write about it before? I'm sure I did. It ended with all my friends leaving, but I was feeling so depressed that I just wanted to lie in the bus stop enclosure by myself. Dave, my ex boyfriend, stayed and waited there ( Read more... )

a question burns beneath the centuries of dirt.
that voice you've heard,
well, every head's a different world.
well, mine's concerned.
I boarded up the windows;
a catatonic plateau;
a backwards black-faced minstrel show.

I realized that's what I'm doing, spending June on the West Coast, except that I'm not being so beautifully poetic about it. I should start now ( Read more... )

Reading through my entries since December, they are a little depressing. It's nice that you can see once I started seeing Tyler there has been less whiny-bitching and self-injury than before, but still. I just read one entry that mentioned how much I like Jordan, and how I know he's good to pay me back when he has the money because I've been ( Read more... )

reverse psychology instead of just listening up... that always seemed stupid to me. As I turn the corkscrew into the cork of my homemade chenin blanc I consciously realize that it's the second bottle I've opened today, and the fifth I've drank from since 11am ( Read more... )

My first dream last night, I was in Brookdale again with Megan T. We were trading shirts, which I had to do in the locker bay before an assembly in the gym very close by. She covered me and I put some of my stuff in my locker and grabbed the rest to bring to the gym. My lock combination was 7/8/6 or something similar to that, all one digit numbers ( Read more... )