The end.

I'm done with blogging. I said I'd give it a try, I did. I'm over it. I'm crawling back into my hole and becoming the introverted person I love and miss. Back the the old handwritten journal. It misses me. Bye!

My heart hurts tonight. Anyone that knows me well would probably slap me across the face if they knew why.

Fuck snow. Fuck cold. Fuck being sick.
It's been a while since my last post and it will probably still be a while yet before the next. Who knows?
A lot has happened.
Wouldn't you like to know?

And maybe she's just tired
Maybe she just needs a break
From all these accusations
You refuse to make

Maybe she just wants the sun
To cast its light
Only on
The things you've done wrong

Perhaps the song
She so desperately croons
Will bring peace to the tide
In a time not too soon

Perhaps the waves
So rough and so fierce
Will show her what
She has come to crave

This unfit mother nature
Misguides her children
Leading them from sea to sky
Resting in assurance
That the blind do not expect
What they will find

Their minds
Too young to comprehend
The time they'll spend
Wrestling the angels
To return them to sea

But she must wait to spread my ashes
Before I am put to rest;
Put out of misery
You must grip this sword with the
Strength used to push me to the bottom of this well
These iron gates refuse to bend
Sleep

Remember this?

This is what I was listening to when I was 11. Maybe that explains a lot...

I am currently suffering from self diagnosed, self inflicted mold poisoning.
Fuck.

It's been almost a week since my last post and it's pretty disappointing to say that not much has happened. I move downtown in about a week, so obviously I'm pretty excited about that. I'm just not too thrilled about the whole packing thing. So far I've got one box down, and God knows how many more to go. I've also been trying to find jobs in the GTA, so if you hear/know of anything that doesn't suck, holla at me.

This Thursday I'll be going to see the Police with my Dad. I've got some charges to clear up before I can move. If you believed that last statement, shame on you. I'm going to see the Police show at the ACC, silly.

Saturday night proved to be quite interesting as Crake was messing around under the hood as I huddled under a flannel shirt trying to keep warm on the side of the 400. Fucking Hondas. This was followed by the nicest CAA driver and the shittiest sleep/dinner at King's buffet EVER. I will end this here.

Other than that, nothing really exciting has happened in the last 5 days. I'll keep you posted if my life gets any less boring.

Until then, I leave you with this:
It made me laugh pretty hard.

This has definitely been a trying morning. I set my alarm, like I always do, in hopes of waking up early and finishing maybe one of the million assignments I have to do, only to press 'disable' and fall back asleep. This morning couldn't have been a worse morning for me to do that. I woke myself up at 6:45 a.m. with 3 interviews on my recorder and not a word of my story typed up. Considering it takes me almost an hour to get to school on mornings like this, and my deadline is at 9 a.m. I was, needless to say, VERY pressed for time. If you see me today, you'll know by the state of my appearance, especially the hair, that it's been a rough morning. YIKES.

Anyway, normally I wouldn't be THIS stressed, as I like to tell myself that everything will work itself out, but this morning was the submission of my Raine Maida story, and I REALLY want it to get in the paper. No. It WILL get in the paper. (I really need to re-read the secret.)

I really need to get my shit together. Yeah, I know, I say that a lot, but really, this is getting ridiculous. I am forcing myself to get everything (or mostly everything) finished tonight, even if that means no sleep.

Maybe the big move will be a good thing organization wise. We all know I need as much help as I can get in that department.

BLEH.

Liferuiner show with Trishelle on Wednesday, and yes, we will be dressed up. I'm fully anticipating us being the only two people in costume, but I haven't decided yet whether that will be hilarious or extremely embarassing.

So far, since Saturday this week has been deemed my week of hell. When they said bad things come in threes, did they mean multiples of three? Who the hell are 'they' anyway? Let's just hope things improve. No. Things WILL improve.

I'm freezing my nonexistent ass off in this classroom.
Over & out.

Raine Maida performing "earthless"; a song I've had on repeat all night.

Today this man helped raise over $20, 000 for War Child Canada. For those cynics [like myself] who thought one person couldn't make a difference, here's your proof.