Saturday, February 28, 2009
MUCH VJ... ME?!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Please Just follow me?

Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Spanx THIS!lso



Monday, February 23, 2009
Hallelujah My Life sucks Less!
I don't want to raise your hopes, but a harmonious alignment from Venus suggests that a much-deserved boost to your love life could be on the way.
This sounds so sick, it makes me want to jump for joy and hug a hobo. No lie. I've had such awful luck in my lovelife.
Then today I saw two hot guys in my Sci-Fi class. One is kind of a know-it-all, but he is hot. The other is kind of not as hot, but he's cute... and definitely like me... SLEEPING!
Then I found a program I want to do - Semiotics and Communication. I need a 2.8 GPA for it, and I only have a 1.88 (ouch) but I WILL get into it! And since it fits so amazingly with my Anthropology minor, I have room to take silly joke classes. Yay FILM!
Now.. to get over this hump about Dave needing a fucking doctors note... then my life will be fucking swell.
MARIANAS TRENCH TOMORROW! WHEEEEE!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Oscars Continued...
Oscars!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Lumix it Up?
Sick
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
You're the only song I want to hear
Ming Ming is a 21st Century martial arts princess and "Lady Robin Hood" who steals for love. Her Prince Charming is D, a maverick fighter and irresistible rogue who posted a challenge to his swarms of female admirers - give him 5 million dollars and he'll run away with his benefactress to Harbin. Ming Ming meets D's other girlfriend Nana, who is a virtual look-alike of Ming Ming. Meanwhile, D disappears from Shanghai without a trace. The only clue he leaves behind is a cryptic phone message.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
He's just not that into me
Monday, February 16, 2009
Dreams hang in the air... it's a wonderful Life.
Back to Grimsby.

Sunday, February 15, 2009
Missed the Cutie!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Where Were You When I Needed You Most?
Concert DAY!

Friday, February 13, 2009
Fail
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Good Bye
It’s not that I forgot.
Far from.
Nor was it that I didn’t want to go. I’m not sure what came over me… something different. A feeling of despair maybe, longing, loathing…
The time drifted and by the time I got there, I couldn’t bring myself to swing open that door. The door that was surrounded by under-aged smokers too drunk to even stand straight without leaning against the wall. That door.
I was alone, as always. It always seems whenever there is something I want to do, basically everyone tells me to fuck off. I hate being told to fuck off.
I don’t think anyone realizes how alone I always am. I must have friends in Toronto, right? Friends that I can hang out with whenever I long to be social. Yeah, I don’t.
I went home. Fuck it. I felt awful, felt like I was letting someone down, felt like I was breaking a promise. But I just couldn’t do it.
I found myself in the park, as always. I loved it there… and I loved night. Ever since that guy tried to take me, I never wandered at night anymore… I forgot how much I loved it. It was cold, the air frosty. The snow had melted into rain, and now the rain was melting into ice.
The lamplight cast a warm glow into the cold night. Luring me into the depths like a moth. A few strays wandered the park – usually hands linked with their lover, friend, fucker.
My tears melted. My heart broke.
My shoes sunk into the moist earth. I didn’t dance – I stalked, hoping the night would take me. Praying I could just go away… or had somewhere to go to. Somewhere safe and with people who loved me; a safe haven.
But time had passed, and there was only one place to go.
Home. The strange place that all my stuff is at, yet the feeling is not. The place where I don’t feel like I really belong anymore.
I curl into myself. Knife held in the palm of one hand, blade to flesh.
Blade to flesh.
Good bye.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Stickers!
War Child Heroes
Monday, February 9, 2009
Hello, Goodbye
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Whoa!
And I always thought I would end up with you eventually.
No you boys never care, you dirty boys'll never care, no you boys never care how a girl feels
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
So here it is, your final lullaby
Everybody Hurts










