I did that thing again where I neglect my blog. I personally had a very unfortunate end to 2008. It was awful and unnecessary, but it's in the past and 2009 has been gracious to me.
It's been a fantastic year so far, and it's already flying by.
I still don't know the point of this blog, I just know I want it to exist.
This semester is going well, I'm sitting here procrastinating, I feel this is something that will never ever change. So I'm going to cut this post short and attempt to do some schoolwork and update you on my life later.
I just returned from an amazing vacation that I will post about. It was too wonderful that it must be documented in cyberspace.
I will leave you with this song that makes me feel wonderful and makes me want to cry at the same time.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Call Time
It makes me crazy when you mix up the time. My life is such a blur that I really struggle with this. I always wake up Wednesday at 8am to get ready for my 9am class, when in reality that's my Thursday schedule and I don't have class on Wednesday until 10am. Therefore I could have slept another hour, and I think I already discussed how much I enjoy sleep.
Now I can't get back to sleep, the world outside is awake, my roommate is awake and so am I.
Last night I went to a free show at Much Music, it was freezing, now it's apparently snowing and I am not quite prepared for that. I have a bear-tendency to hibernate when I see the first snow-fall. Maybe I'll enjoy winter when I have fond memories of a romantic skate date or cozy hot chocolate, or something romantic of the sort, but really all my winter memories consist of getting hit in the face with snow, not being able to aim to hit someone back and that awful feeling when snow sneaks into your clothes.
I will say I love tobogganing more than anything, I love to snowboard too although I really am no good at it. I love hot chocolate, I love mittens and scarves and I love the notion that Christmas-time is coming, but winter in the city isn't all that great to be honest.
-There is sludge not snow
-Department stores kill the Christmas spirit (I secretly love their super-early decor)
-There are no hills to slide down?!
-I don't have a fireplace in my apartment
-And my family isn't here. =(
I just don't think I'm quite ready for the seasons to change yet, I didn't get my full fall outfit or get any good pictures of me frolicking in the colourful leaves. I'll leave you with some awful picture attempts of the Fall Out Boy show last night! Or you could just watch it on Much Music.
Now I can't get back to sleep, the world outside is awake, my roommate is awake and so am I.
Last night I went to a free show at Much Music, it was freezing, now it's apparently snowing and I am not quite prepared for that. I have a bear-tendency to hibernate when I see the first snow-fall. Maybe I'll enjoy winter when I have fond memories of a romantic skate date or cozy hot chocolate, or something romantic of the sort, but really all my winter memories consist of getting hit in the face with snow, not being able to aim to hit someone back and that awful feeling when snow sneaks into your clothes.
I will say I love tobogganing more than anything, I love to snowboard too although I really am no good at it. I love hot chocolate, I love mittens and scarves and I love the notion that Christmas-time is coming, but winter in the city isn't all that great to be honest.
-There is sludge not snow
-Department stores kill the Christmas spirit (I secretly love their super-early decor)
-There are no hills to slide down?!
-I don't have a fireplace in my apartment
-And my family isn't here. =(
I just don't think I'm quite ready for the seasons to change yet, I didn't get my full fall outfit or get any good pictures of me frolicking in the colourful leaves. I'll leave you with some awful picture attempts of the Fall Out Boy show last night! Or you could just watch it on Much Music.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Chinese Food
So I ended the last post on a weird note, what's even weirder is that I'm updating twice in one day.
BUT - I had to go call first-year students living off-campus to inform them of the student center, that was my reference to calling strangers. I ended up going for no reason because our desks were occupied by some lovely admission ladies who had been kicked out of their own area due to a pending investigation regarding a mysterious envelope sent to them.
So I met my friend Allison and we sat and chatted about all good things. Then the smell of chinese food from the campus cafeteria wafted into my nose, so I am here in my apartment, listening to workers outside put carpet in the hallway and eating my chinese food.
I do believe I'm going to pop in the episode "Swarley" from How I Met Your Mother, and maybe do something accomplishing such as buy groceries or put my clothes away. Realistically it probably won't happen, I'll just bum around until Maddy calls me and we go get ready to see a free Fall Out Boy concert in a parking lot.
BUT - I had to go call first-year students living off-campus to inform them of the student center, that was my reference to calling strangers. I ended up going for no reason because our desks were occupied by some lovely admission ladies who had been kicked out of their own area due to a pending investigation regarding a mysterious envelope sent to them.
So I met my friend Allison and we sat and chatted about all good things. Then the smell of chinese food from the campus cafeteria wafted into my nose, so I am here in my apartment, listening to workers outside put carpet in the hallway and eating my chinese food.
I do believe I'm going to pop in the episode "Swarley" from How I Met Your Mother, and maybe do something accomplishing such as buy groceries or put my clothes away. Realistically it probably won't happen, I'll just bum around until Maddy calls me and we go get ready to see a free Fall Out Boy concert in a parking lot.
Dreams Were Thunder
Here we are. A new blog. Again. A misty October morning in Toronto.
I swear I discovered the internet shortly after I learned to walk and since then I have made a million blogs, I counted, it's a million I'm sure of it. Generally I update everyday or so for the first bit, then I just stop and forget my blog existed and never feel the urge to pick it up again. In an effort to make myself feel more significant during this rut of my life I will try this again. I feel more like a human being when I use at least part of my brain to write rather than wasting it away in my sleep. I really do love to sleep and to be cozy warm in my bed, but lately it's not doing anything for me. I woke up at 7am on my day off and that oddly made me feel a little more accomplished, what I do with the rest of my day is a different story.
Anywho, welcome to my new blog!
The internet is terrifying, you can be anybody you want and people generally won't find out who you really are, but I'm going to try and actually be me and see how that works out.
Let's start...
Name: Carmela, it means garden it is of Italian descent and entices many pick-up likes such as; "Caramel I bet you're sweet", "Caramel, I'd like to taste you", etc...
Age: Ripe old age of 19
Location: Toronto, ON
Educated: Second Year of Journalism at Ryerson
I do believe that is a good start in getting to know me right now, whoever may be reading this. I must now toss some clothes on and hop over to call strangers! Lots of fun!
Ta ta!
I swear I discovered the internet shortly after I learned to walk and since then I have made a million blogs, I counted, it's a million I'm sure of it. Generally I update everyday or so for the first bit, then I just stop and forget my blog existed and never feel the urge to pick it up again. In an effort to make myself feel more significant during this rut of my life I will try this again. I feel more like a human being when I use at least part of my brain to write rather than wasting it away in my sleep. I really do love to sleep and to be cozy warm in my bed, but lately it's not doing anything for me. I woke up at 7am on my day off and that oddly made me feel a little more accomplished, what I do with the rest of my day is a different story.
Anywho, welcome to my new blog!
The internet is terrifying, you can be anybody you want and people generally won't find out who you really are, but I'm going to try and actually be me and see how that works out.
Let's start...
Name: Carmela, it means garden it is of Italian descent and entices many pick-up likes such as; "Caramel I bet you're sweet", "Caramel, I'd like to taste you", etc...
Age: Ripe old age of 19
Location: Toronto, ON
Educated: Second Year of Journalism at Ryerson
I do believe that is a good start in getting to know me right now, whoever may be reading this. I must now toss some clothes on and hop over to call strangers! Lots of fun!
Ta ta!
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