Im pretty jealous that I dont have poetic talent like other bloggers out there. I think the stuff. I love the stuff. I am too lazy to write like that. Even though everytime I write a blog I wish it sounded more interesting. Hanna Miet has inspired me. Im going to try agian. Tomorrow. Lids are closing and I have a date with my shower at 9am.

Just read through all of my old journals and it looks like Im a depressed retarded young lady!

Oh well I'm happy right now so whatever.

Done school, woot woot!
B- in Abnormal Psych I fucking rocked the Final, gooooo me

C in Fundamentals of Business, not bad to BSing my way through that course

anddd who knows what I got in Social Psych but I dont feel bad or good about it. Hopefully I get a B but it all depends on my term project and my final but I feel pretty good about my final

Courses for next semester:
Philosophy - Critical thinking

Psychology - Hstory of Modern Psychology 9Ive already started reading my textbook and I just finished my exams yesterday (and yes I'm actually that excited)

English - Studies in Drama. Not ridiculously stoked for this course but I think I'll give it a try I might get into it.


I already said I love you to Nick. Did it right after he puked in the bushes of our friend Scotts house after a Moustaches and Miniskirts party in the middle of chilly November. I meant it when i said it. Lately I'm not so sure, mostly because my head is fucked and its all in my brain that we aren't getting along. I just need to be more happy go lucky kinda girl. But I also need a bit more affection tooooo. I'm going to tell him before I leave for Winnipeg on Sunday that I'm sorry for being a stresscase and probably not the best girlfriend and that I hope he isn't too Fed up with me.

A quote I read from my planner from last year
"The past is a very important part of ones life but one must sometimes let it go in order to move on with one's future."

Check out this poem I wrote in May, 7th, 2007.

exactly as its written in my journal

Untitled.


she slips down her dark hallway
and out the door to the cold and
dark blanket that is her life
the one moment she owns as she
sits alone in the dark
inhaling the death that is her life
as it whithers away to cling to her
lungs and slowly strangle her
she wishes...
she wants to escape and fly
but she is bound to the life she has
created and pretends to live
it could change she could change
but it wont, she wont make it happen
shes too tired. maybe tomorrow she hopes.
they all think shes fine, pushing through it,
but shes not. she needs a
C H A N G E