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.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

things that I always thought we're like a dream, and most likely not happen, are happening!

You know how I make fun of myself all the time for being a dateless, short, not very funny, geek, alcoholic?

WELL!

I officially have a date to prom. Ladies and gents say hello to Dan! We're buds and shat.

I am...still short. But I'm embracing it. Me + Curly-Q hair + cat-eye glasses = life.

My improv team came in 1st on our semi's night, kicking us into first place contender for the finals. - WHICH ARE TONIGHT! *vomits* *breaks legs*

I'm not doing very well in school due to so many doctors appointments due to mono. But some teachers are rad and letting me do the final a week later than everyone else. Squee!

And my liver fuction is not intact, cause of mono, so I am no longer an alcoholic...

For now....

Lates!

I'm 22.

It was my birthday somewhere between now and the last blog post.

YAY!

double digits!

I have a lot of cleaning to get down. So LATA!

Jean on Jean

Sometime in the next couple of weeks, I'm going to a white trash themed party. And I'm wearing jean on jeans. with silver heels. and blue eyeshadow.

Also, apart from this fashion emergency, My friend and I are starting a new blog

based on fashion

and lame topics.

Name/Site/Models tba.

But it will be stellar.

It's going to be light out soon

Obvs can't sleep.

There are many things I need to change about my life.

1. Sleep more (better skin, healthier, probably happier)

2. Complain less (the blog is going to get boring)

3. Party less (when people offer me shit, SAY NO)

4. Man the fuck up ( Tell him how I feel. Tell him how I feel. Tell him how I feel.)

5. Don't take summer for granted (Last one ever - almost)

6. Know that somewhere out there, someone thinks I look hott today (there's gotta be at least one)

7. Love my family more (stop yelling at them when I'm tired since I didn't sleep)

8. Sing more (practice, and my mom likes my voice)

9. Flirt more (apparently I need to practice this. But I got some hella bedroom eyes the other night from someone you'd least expect. I now have a crush on him)

10. Dont let the fucktards get me down. (you know who you are)

It's 4:35 and I'm changing shit up.

xoxox

Salut

Newmen. New(men).

"Arabesque! Prepare, Pirouette! Twirl! Goose-step, Goose step! AND AGAIN!"

Beauty. I freaken love The Producers. In fact, I might just watch it with commentary tonight because It's to hot to sleep where I live. currently 79 degrees F. 

I think Matthew Broderick is a babe. He almost never grew up oh him and his boyish charms.

le sigh.

Tomorrow I'm going to a party (HA!) that is Mardi Gras themed. Should be a lol-fest since, well, the location, group of people, they are the reason I complain and blog. *Over excited smile!* 

I also have a crush. Like, a person my age, so therefore it is a crush. I HATE that word, so I use it only because the ridiculousness of it makes me laugh. HAH!

Anyways, he's cute, and in case Mr S decides to never see me, I'm getting my good Halifax friend to charm him into my arms. If Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane had a dog baby, it would be my dog Wally.

Salut!