I went in for school orientation today. I almost missed it though, woke up with ten minutes to get out of the door. Usually my internal alarm clock is pretty good - but today it failed me by waking me up an hour and a half early and then going off an hour late the … Continue reading Orientation
This past weekend my family and I drove to New York for my sisters birthday. I'd been to New York once before, when I was six -so it's safe to say my memories weren't that great. Going there as a child I remembered New York in an almost gloomy light. I remembered the tall buildings, … Continue reading New York, New York
So this Summer I've been doing a two week program to learn how to be a certified camp counsellor. Currently I've just cracked into week two. Honestly, the idea of being a camp counsellor doesn't particularly seem all too thrilling to me, but as far as jobs go, I figure being nice to kids who … Continue reading Camp
I think I used to be. Writing page long accounts of how much people mean to me and reminiscing over all the memories we'd shared used to be something which I could do with quite a bit of ease. But then it started to get harder. Those things felt like they should be said maybe … Continue reading I’m not the sentimental type
So I haven't written anything for a while. Ask me for a reason and I'm sure I could come up with a few lame excuses, but I'll save you the time. Truthfully though, I have wanted to, I just haven't felt the motivation or the inspiration. So in a desperate attempt to throw myself back … Continue reading Just A Day In My Life I Guess?
New continent, new city, new adventures...or so I hope. Honestly though I have no idea what to expect. I have an image in my head I suppose but I know the moment I step off the plane (or some time around then) that image will probably be shattered. This is going to be my second … Continue reading New Adventures, or Big Mistakes?
You smile And you don't worry about how you look You don't worry about everyone remembering you at your worst When their eyes meet yours Because you never knew What that year did to me You never knew how you were witness to my demolition Instead you forgot And being forgotten is not the worst … Continue reading You forgot my demolishion