I wonder sometimes how much of an impact I made on the lives on the people I've gone out with, if any. I don't think of them on a Alanis Morissette kind of frequency, but there are little things that bring memories to mind ( Read more... )

If there's one thing I've learned about breakups it's that the music you choose to listen to afterwards might as well be burned into your ears for the rest of your life. It's not a decision to be taken lightly, because your choice will always remain ridiculously vivid in its ability to signal a time in your life when you felt at times, like total ( Read more... )

I blog here not because I want comments (those are nice, because feedback always is) but partly because I want the message I'm writing to hit the person it's intended for, so people have some idea of what i'm thinking, and partly so I can feel somewhat sane. It's one thing to feel like you're not in control of how your mind works, it's another ( Read more... )

I was a rebound. Saying like that should make me feel somewhat more depressed, but it doesn't. It just means I'm not responsible for the decline of the relationship as much as I thought I was.

For years when I was a kid, I used to think that my family's yearly trips to Disney World were some kind of karma retribution for all the crap bullying I was getting at school on a daily basis. I don't know if the fact that we went six years in a row indicated more how much I was bullied in school or how much my family loved going to the theme ( Read more... )

That's the sad part. It was just shitty timing.

Despite the makeup of my journalism class, Toronto media still consists mostly of white people. Torontoist staff are 90% white. Everyone at the Varsity is white, save for a small group that are mostly in News. CNN, FOX, all white. It is a little heartbreaking.

Also, no matter what is going on in the world right now, I have realized that yes! I am ( Read more... )

I am doing the feminist/lesbian/lazy thing to do today and not wearing a bra. No one will die because they got to see my nipples or something. As long as I wear I figure no one will notice anyway ( Read more... )

Hanging out with Eric and his art-industry friends makes me realize something. I might be good at writing (maybe). I might even be a good journalist. But there is a part of me that wishes I could express myself the way that he does. I can write and write endless descriptions of events and stories until I feel like nothing else will come out of my ( Read more... )

Livejournal is increasingly a thing done less and less among my original group of well, lj friends. People have moved onto facebook or other blogs or simply decided to move on and spend their time with school, jobs or relationships. It happens. The boom seems to have burst ( Read more... )