So...I really like Toronto. I might have to go to school here after I'm done my BA in Halifax. It feels so huge, like a complete world on its own. I really didn't think I would like it because I thought it would be too much, but wow. It isn't, and it's awesome. I want to live in a place with a subway ( Read more... )

Katie's Third Year List to Improve Life As A Student
(and just in general.)1. You have classes everyday beginning at 10:00 AM. Instead of sleeping until 9:30, get up at 8:00 and do some yoga and stretches you've become accustomed to. That way, oxygen will flow to your brain and you won't be so tired all day long ( Read more... )

I have a feeling this week is going to drag on. This day already feels longer than the whole month of July ( Read more... )

Guess who's gonna be in Toronto on August 28th, besides Sarah and I?


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Sometimes I think that when you finally become confortable with yourself, you lose track of who you are. You forget the little things that you love or hate, like how, often times, you contradict things you've said before, or how you can't remember the last time you cried, and you can't figure out whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. ( Read more... )

These summer thunderstorms are like clockwork, and they're starting to weaken my formidable psychological strength. At least twice a week, for the past few weeks, I have been woken up by thunder that shakes the walls and ceilings of my house, and lightning (which, during one thunderstorm, apparently struck something like 900 times) that lights up ( Read more... )

real poets don't fall in love.
warm-and-fuzzy poets do, writing sonnets
of sunshine hair and pearly teeth,
but real poets don't fall in love.

real poets fall into lust
catching lovers like raindrops
on the tips of their tongues
in a downpour.

real poets can even think they're in love ( Read more... )

Today is a very sullen day in good ol' Moncton. I woke up 20 minutes late, with the sun shining, and I got dressed quickly in the heat, and still made it to work on time. But now, as far as I can tell from the small scope of the window located 15 feet away from my grey cubicle, it has clouded over. No, not clouded. A grey blanket now hangs ( Read more... )

I miss you, Livejournal ( Read more... )

My eye keeps on twitching, but it can't be because I'm tired. Even though yesterday I attributed all that went wrong(well, nothing really went wrong, my mind just kind of blew up) to being tired. After I blew up though, I wasn't tired. I need to stop the suppression. The only person who expects me to have unpenetratable super-human mental ( Read more... )