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Writer's Block: Talk to the animals [Apr12'2010 08:19PM]
What would you do if your pet dog or cat suddenly started to talk to you, but nobody else could hear it? Would you assume you'd gone mad or simply be happy for the company? Would you try to convince your friends and family or would you be satisfied keeping it to yourself?

Well I would probably be scared at first and think I was crazy. After the fear subsided, I might consider to tell someone close to me, maybe my boyfriend. Then by the way he judged me, I may or may not tell other people.

If I were judged horribly by it, then I would just laugh it off saying I was joking. Then I would just keep my wonderful secret to myself. I would also try and see if it's just MY pets or ALL animals. If it were all animals, then I would go to the zoo by myself and talk to the animals there. Then maybe try and make money off it. Hey man, the talent would be marketable. :P

[May04'2009 04:19PM]
[ mood | drained ]

I'm so fed up of living here. It's driving me crazy. I'm 22 years old, turning 23. I am way to old to be living with my parents. I know I go to school, but I'm still too old. I just can't take it anymore. I hate coming to this house everyday. I hate being here. I hate seeing my parents every day. I hate the same conversations over and over again. I hate the same comments over and over again. I hate repitition. I want some thing new. I want to be on my own.


As much as I feel as though I am happy, I want this to change. This is not making me happy. I feel very trapped and claustrophobic. I feel as though I don't belong here anymore. I need to get out already.

In other news, I spent 2 hours today passing out resumes. Hopefully I can find a job soon!


[Apr30'2009 09:52PM]
I haven't updated in here in literally years. My life has actually changed a lot within those years and for that I feel proud of myself. I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself and I had a lot of reason to feel sorry of myself. For once in my life I'm finally starting to feel as though I'm becoming more equal to my peers. Although my peers are still a lot different and maybe have more experience in things, I feel as though I'm slowly catching up. I believe that's something to be proud of.

I actually managed to find a job that I kept for almost a year. I was a Sales Associate at Bentley. I didn't like the manager, she was quite the bitch. Not to mention she hired her nephew and practically gave all my hours to him. I eventually quit in order to go back to school.

Yes, I said it. Back to school. I got in to college! I got into a General Arts and Science program over at George Brown College. It was suppose to be for two years, but I brought it down to one. I managed to maintain a GPA over 3.0. I will be going into an Early Childhood Education program in September. That is, assuming I don't get into University.

I have applied to York University as well. They will be getting back to me as soon as they see my final marks for this semester, which were fantastic. My lowest mark was a C in Algebra, which isn't so bad [that's about 64%]. So hopefully soon I'll be hearing back from York U and I'll be going there in September. Only time will tell. If I get in there, I'll either be taking Environmental Studies or Children's Studies.

I still need to find a job for the summer, but I have high hopes even though I've been told by Philip and various other people that jobs are few and far in between. Stupid recession. But who knows, they're looking in downtown Toronto. I wont be, I'll be looking in Newmarket. So maybe it will be easier? Only time will tell.

I also have the greatest boyfriend of my life. We've been together for about 2 years. I may have even written about him on here. I don't know. He's so sweet and does so much for me. I'm so proud to have him as a boyfriend.

Although, my mood changes all the time, just comparing my past to where I am now, I know that I'm a much happier person. Or maybe I'm just better off.

WARNING! This next part is triggeringCollapse )

I'll try to keep this thing updated.

[Feb14'2007 05:00PM]
I just had a breakdown. I hit my head on part of the wood handles for the stairs. The corner part, where it's a big circle ball thing. Twice. I was hoping it would crack my head open. Obviously, it didn't. By the time I got into the living room, I started crying. Then I yelled out, "no one listens to me!" followed by, "no one gives a shit about me."

I suppose I was crying about my psych. not listening to me when I was talking about how I get dizzy and how I fucking fainted. I'm afraid I'm going to faint again.

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