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?

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.

He's just not that Into me.

Ok. Get ready for a blog update only the lonely and complainy will enjoy.

I finally figure out who I am, and I'm happy about it. I am me. Short, cynical, funny, and armed with a green ukulele. And obviously I'm going to have my ugly days, I mean I'm not the prettiest of girls, but I'll deal. How come something as simple as completely cutting off communication can spin me into a whirlwind of binge eating, Michael Buble listening and obsessive Skins viewing? [and no, skins isn't porn you fucking pervs.] 

And hey, how come some just get it? They just walk in the light. They know how to deal with situations and don't rely on a blog to complain to. 

Oh Michael, why can't every man be just like you?

I think its the Skins that's making me over dramatic. I'm typing like Carrie from Sex and The City after Mr Big pisses her off. My fingers are in fury.*

Maybe one day I'll get it. I'll graduate and the opportunities for great friendships, relationships etc will open up. And maybe one day someone wont take me for granted. 

Luckily I have some of the best friends in the whole entire universe. Unfortunately they walk in the light. But they let me tag a long. and I love them. 

"xo"

FUCKJSKHLKAJSHBKJSHVAKJHASVKHJDAKBNAEGRWSGLDIUFKHJABSDKLCJKASZFKBDVHCJKGMN,DFCVXUIJKBNSFDCXVJKBANMEGSDFXLCK,AEFDSOCXLKM,ADSVCBJNMAEFSDIOJKLEMFASDGAHFSDKJLCNXBVFSDHKJFB

*gross.

MONONONONONONONO

I have mono

I had it over winter break

I have it now

somehow I am going to school

WHAT IS MY LIFE?!

--In other news Dan brought be seasons 1 and 5 of Sex and the City on VHS to make me feel better. So cute in the face!

I'm embarrassed that I put up my essay, but I got really good on it, so whatever.

Love!

I turn to you, and you open the door.

Have you heard of fabtastic signer Lenka?

Well, she's great.

Even after a day of having to stay home and miss out on meeting star of Fox's hit TV show Glee - Patrick Gallagher, who is friends with my drama teacher.

ugh. ugh.

Anyway, after coming to a personal decision, I've come to the agreement that I should probably have a blood test.

I get them a lot, since we can never figure out what really is wrong with me, but I think it's about time that I got checked out. On my Kidneys. And my stomach Lining.

Pretty much I'm pretty sure that I have a peptic ulcer, but thats for the good ol' doc to decide.

Until the test...

Semi-Serious

Trust.

To be honest, I had just written a free verse about a semi serious situation where trust was the main component, and how I lost it with someone.

But I dont want to end up saying too much or sounding stupid.

This is kind of downer, but heres a great song that is a for sure cheer up:

The Birds and the Bees. 

After the stupid ordeal, this song did really help.

Now I'm all smiles (almost)

Salut!

With all your power.

If you could blow up the world with the flick of a switch
Would you do it?
If you could make everybody poor just so you could be rich
Would you do it?
If you could watch everybody work while you just lay on your back 
Would you do it?
If you could take all the love without fiving any back
Would you do it?
And so we cannot know ourselves or what we'd really do...

With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?

Listen drinking beer.

I am in love with coffee music.

Norman Palm.

Please enjoy.

Coffee Coffee Coffee. This used to be a bad thing, all thanks to Coffee Guy. - in fact stepping into some Starbucks' makes me a little 'ugh' feeling - But there's a new coffee guy. - A Wave's Coffee House Guy. He's nicer, and most likely will land in abrupt heartbreak all thanks to the fact that he is taken. I will enjoy the coffee, the talks, the walks, the bikes, the smiles and the flirts anyway. What am I doing?

I would like to go into comedy, but where do I go to school for this?

Now stop laughing at my stupid mind.

Oh man, I just read my diary from last year. I had all of these failed hopes. HAHA whatever, they're douches.

Salut!

YOU WOULD

Meaningless post. Sorry ya'll. I just need to clean my room and get a life. 

I'm listening to Regina Spektor, Florence and the Machine and Arcade Fire today. 

Good Good Good Good Good.

I'm pleasant.

Salut!

Kiera better Comment on this

I'm home! And how lovely it is to be home!

12 hours in a car is NOT what I'd like to call, a Fun Time.

But there were some good moments. I enjoy the Chats C and I have. Some of the times I dont think her parents were too proud. "Hey K, do you remember that time you and S pretended to be blind? It really pissed me off" "Wait, where did you go C? I cant see anything! It's all dark!"

bahaha, good times.

Today I bought a bathing suit. It reminds me of the notebook. Im going to put a picture up, but dont call me a skank plzkaythanks.

My favorite parts of edmonton were :

1- IRON AND WINE at Folk Fest. The man who started my beard craze. 

2- Sneaking out of P's house to do stuffs (7 11)

3- Car ride home rants

4- Shopping at 'Devine' a place that sells new and used clothing. Bought some killa shizz.

5- C's dad acting super serious and trying to be stelth while handing me flask and saying "Straight Vodka"

My least favorite parts of edmonton were :

1- Almost getting kidnapped and raped after sneaking out of the house at around 2 ish in the morning. Here's the story - We had just left 7 11 with our foods when this guy across the street yelled something over to P asking where some bus station was. She yelled back what is was and told them it was probably closed by now. We all laughed. Everything was amusing. They then yelled back "Hey, you guys want to join us?" Now picture the 3 scary ass sorta big guido ish guys hootin' over at as, and us 4 girls, well 3 of them were tall (not me) but still, much younger than them. P yells back "Sorry, no. We're going home." Then they continue to yell more shit at us, meanwhile I'm getting scared out of my witts, about to pee my pants. We all start walking semi fast, thankfully we're near our turn off point, when a car slows down near us and pulls onto the side of the road right where we're about to pass. The scary guy in the car rolls down his window and waits for us to walk close. WHen we do pass him we hear him say "Hey girls, you wanna get in?" and we all just ignore him and veer off close to the turn off point. When we do turn P, K and C all start booking it to some house and I'm following behind cursing the fact that I'm wearing the worst shoes to run away in ever. When we get to this house we hide along the side of a garage until the coast looks clear. Needless to say, We were all super frightened and we spent the rest of the walk home hiding in the shaded areas and walking in the trees away from all cars that past us.

2- Finding out that I'm obese. So much gained weight/im fat.

3- How dry it was

4- Awkward folk fest moments/Too much country music.

Anyways, Im excited about Camp on Friday.

WOOO 10 days of Improv.

Salut!

Scalpers.

I offish have tickets for all of folk fest. Bring on the dancing ladies!
Salut!

We are not what you think we are..

WE ARE GOLDEN! WE ARE GOLDEN!

Oh boy, do I ever love Mika's new Song. It's dancey, it is fun, it's got the high notes. Much fun!

Look it up Playa's : Mika - We are Golden.

Im stoked on an awesome August. Edmonton, (Folk Fest + Partying + Long lost edmonton Friend = greatness), Camp (Improv + Good Friends + Happiness + Bad food + Veganism + Instruments = even more greeatness!) And England/Paris! (Hott british accents + Fashion + Searching for Prom dress + Traveling = Slightly less than camp, but still great greatness!)

Oh man, action packed. 

I only have a little bit of time left in the summer to relax.

Oh ya, and DRIVE!

you heard it champs, I got my Learners Permit (License?.. something Canadian)

And I even tried out my driving chops around the park. Then a little throughout the neighbor hood. But that scared the crap out of me. Hopefully I'll get to go out more today. Or before August. Speaking of going out, I need to go feed Jinx. Lil' Bitch. <3

Salut!