CCups.

Catastrophe. I'm getting sick of this alphabet idea. Whatever.

C is for...

Cassady: Resident best friend who lives like 2 houses away from me. Last night she passed out at my house after a party. Wicked. We are hopefully going to university together.

Carpet: I detest the carpet in my Room. It's mad ugly.

Candy: Love it. Eat it. Ate it.

Coral: Is not a flattering colour on me!

Crap: I thought this was a major bad word back in the day until my dad said it wasn't so bad. ha!

Chap-stick: Um.. a necessity in my life. I need it, and so do you. It's what makes my lips so kissable. And my abilities in that region up!

Capable: Of doing things... just way to lazy.. which reminds me.. I need to shower or something.

Creative Writing: I'm a fan of it. Also, I'm a part of a creative writing group, now before you assume my friday nights of ghost whisperer and solitaire (half true) I'll let you know that those cats are some of the craziest party animals I've ever affiliated with. 

Churchill: The name of my Guitar.

Camera Obscura: My uncle intro'd me to this band. I think they're scottish or something. Watch out though, their melodies are hella hard to get out of the head.

Until D.

Bspot.

Alphabet day. B!!!

B is for...

Bananas: Not a fan. Banana flavored things aren't so bad... but eating them on their own? So phallic. 

Best Friends: No generally the nicest thing for those who aren't in this category, but I feel like everyone on my improv team is a "best friend". AW.

Birthing: ....GROSS. my friend is afraid of pregnant women, and I'm afraid of birthing. I mean, gross. seriously. frightening.

Bandeaus: Used to be super against them. Don't ask me why.. it probably was my experience with them when they first came out like a few years ago.. and I was in an american apparel and the woman said to try on my romper with one.. and she gave me a small. Ok, I'm short.. but when it comes to bandeaus.. I'm not a small. I put it on, and it was so grossly constricting and uncomfortable. I bought the romper.. but that's it.

Bella Coola: The name of our cabin at camp this year. Smiley Face. 

Be Your Own Pet: This sick band with this very angry chick lead singer. I like to listen to them when I'm angry because boys don't like me.. or angry that girls are mostly bitches. Bitches.. that's another B-word.

Bitches: Don't make me slap you.

Then end?

The Alphabet. - Part 1 of 26

Things about me starting with the letter A.

A is for...

Allergies. I'm allergic to Grass and Penicillian. So image how fun it was to get Scarlet Fever in the summer? Lying on the grass, getting a hella rash on my legs, and then finding out the only medication for scarlet fever that doesn't have penicillin in it causes nausia, dizzynesss, death. I hate my body.

Apples. I really like eating apples, daily. Although it doesn't keep the doctor away much. Damn immune system, always failing on me.

Amber. I have a friend named Amber. A Best Friend. We've known each other for 6 years. She's awesome. 

Alcohol. Obvious reasons.

Anxiety. I get embarrassing anxiety attacks all the time. But it's usually because people are fucking around and not getting their shit together.

Arcade Fire. (Since I must include a band.. if possible) Love them. Great/greatest canadian band. Can't not dance to Rebellion (Lies) whenever it comes on our one good radio station.

Acting. Wanna do it for the rest of my small pathetic life. 

Audrey Hepburn. There's a large photo of her in my room to remind me of what I could look like if I were 10 pounds skinnier. wore more makeup. was from the 60's.

There we go. The letter A. Stay tuned for your favorite Letters. Such as B! and K! and the obvious one, R!

Eyebrows.

I have an addiction

To quoi?

Man-Candy.

So I'm thinking that eventually, I would like to get hella married. And if someone is really dumb enough to ask me to be their wife (ridiculous) I hope our wedding song is something legit, like Samson by Regina Spektor. Or anything by Regina Spektor. Goodness I love her.

Also, I was thinking about life in general lately.

It's pretty fucking different than what I had thought it to be. I was expecting to grow into a lonely cat lady and married to a dude who looked like stephen colbert, minus all the funny. And that's not very fun at all.

I have low standards on how my life will turn out. Housewife, secretly depressed, Desperate Housewives to keep me busy/entertained in my sexless marraige. But really, things are pretty alright. I mean, I'm still in the stupid idiotic thing called High School, but only for a short while. Then I'll be off doing what I lovelovelovelove.

Win-

-Win situation.

I play an unsettling amount of solitaire.

Things:

There's a hurricane outside, the power keeps going off, and i think a tree in the park across from me is going to crash down on my house.

Why the fuck am I sitting in my attic?

I ended something today, in a starbucks. How stereotypical, but whatever. And the weather outside was super shitty to go along with it. I LOVE pathetic fallacies. 

I wrote a song on my ukulele on wednesday. Yup, I actually wrote "Davenport" and it's wicked. I was attending a rugby while writing it. I also did some improvised songs. They we're horrible, but it gave them character. 

I saw a musical at the university I'm auditioning for. It was so excellent. I keep falling in love with this stupid man. argh argh argh.

I'm eating a green lolly.

ALSO, my pal from halifax just told me about this game she invented.. sort of. It's Jenga; the drinking game. !!! How excellent is THAT?!

Craving McDonalds.

Calming myself down.

Playing the Ukulele.

Wanting rum.

Love.

Davenport

Nationals. Wow. What an experience. The Best Ever. 

Not many words to describe it. But here are some things that I appreciated on the trip:

Furst! The people there are only amazing. Workshops were excellent, and I just loved being around so many improvisers. Going to shows were intense. So much freaking fun! And I met my doppleganger! If you're like WTFISADOPPLEGANGER!?!?! it's someone who looks just like you! I met Jailyn, and she lives in Halifax, and we have the same face shape, height, build, mannerisms, nose, hair (hers a bit darker) and fashion sense. She's just slightly more asian than me. 

Secund! Team Bonding! I am in love with every person on my team, and our coaches. Seriously, I want to pinch all of your cheeks with good ol' grandmotherly goodness. Then bake you all a pie. OH! I'm going to write everyone a sentimental letter that will bring tears to your eyes. 

Thurd! The general happiness I felt while attending all sorts of events. Rene! Thanks for the magical music, and remembering our beautiful inside joke from camp. Davenport my friend, Davenport. You were/are my favorite, nottabigdeal.

I hope to be there next year, as a volunteer/chaperone. And who knows what next year brings? amiright? After talking to some "up-theres" I'm thinking of the possibility of moving to the other side of the country to work with the league... aefjsdbwelufjb FUTURE AMIRIGHT???

Ok. Must practice the Ukulele, and write a song for it called "Davenport."

Onto the next thing....

Dedicated to

All the people who rock my world.

Them mens, you know who I'm talking to.

The Music, only the best.

Them Ladies, I LOVE YOU.

IMPROV!! - I couldn't do high school with out you.

Some teachers, actually!

Friends from far away lands. The best.

My dog.

My Family.

My Second Family.

My Children.

...And Michael Buble, for singing me to sleep. GOAL: achieve boyfriend who will sing me to sleep. 

See you after Nationals!!