So, here I am again and much too much has happened since I last posted an entry. I'm not going to go into the nitty gritty details, and just jump to the chase of posting something ( Read more... )

I did it! I finaly did it. I took the walk down to my local drugstore today and bought a home pregnancy test. I stood in line with it, I even pondered a new scent of deoderant with a stock boy learing over my shoulder. For some reason I just feel that the eye of judgement is that much less pronounced here in Toronto. Whenever I'm home in Fonthill I ( Read more... )

Ah home for the holidays. And i can't help but feel like i'm 12 years old again ( Read more... )

Oh inactivity. Today has been a really inactive day, but I feel it is justified, since i ( Read more... )

Here I am again. Distracted from school work, having drank far too much coffee to concentrate, sitting in front of my computer writing another entry. Hey, this entry may not be a complete waste of my time, as many of my other entries are, because this entry concerns community art ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to think that this livejournal may be a great tool for staying sharp during the york strike. Yes, I have been shut out of classes by Yorks contract faculty and teaching assistant union CUPE. I'm a little tired of the way that York has been carying on with this. However, I am meeting up with some students from my community arts class ( Read more... )

I promised myself that i wouldn't resort to this. Even after losing countless nights of sleep because of the never-ending inner monolouge i was experiencing within my head. Yes. I'm writing because of relatioship problems. Although problems seems to be a problematic word in this case. I keep telling myself the same stories. That i'm cool with this ( Read more... )

Aha. Here I am again, writing my customary annual journal entry. I'm starting to find this livejournal account quite amusing, in that I really only post an entry once or twice each year, and I usually post at the beginning of the school year when I have loads of free time and not much to do ( Read more... )

Again. I'm resorting to my livejournal as a way of ranting my supressed rage. Oh me. Oh my. I just don't get it. Maybe it's genetic my mom did have a tendancy to do a lot of cleaning and then blame other people for her misery. I've just scrubbed my dryer free of all of the caked on goopy spilt detergent residue. It does look fabulous now, but ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to get a real feel for what this year holds for me and mes amis. I must confess...this doesn't look pretty. I was just skimming headlines in one of the college newspapers at york the other day and one of them read that women supress anger, and how it is unhealthy to do so. I just feel as though it is way more effective to be really ( Read more... )