Movin' On

I moved out of my house last month.
I now live with Matt and his family.
It is a tough change!

I cry everyday and all we seem to do is argue. However, I miss my cats more than I do my mother. Does that make me cruel?

Hellooo from space

I know I have been really busy but University life is killer

Here is a link to entretain you :

Oh Fernando

He went on a fied trip. He was called by the school.
Apparently they had found a suicide note he wrote.

Oops Fernando!

My mom was called in and they had to go to the hospital, to get a note that proved he was "fine".

I don't think he is fine.
I don't know if I care.

I am a bad person.

Sigh work work work

Canada's Wonderland is death.

U of T is death.

That is all

Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.

I love how confident I can be! When guys hit on me I can brush them off, I can make friends, and i can talk to large groups of people. Woot me! haha

Some Secrets (L)

Day One- Something I hate about me.

I can be really vain and self obsessed! sin sin

The mission!

Hm, this sounds interesting. I will definitely do this if I have time!

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

I love you man & Canada's Wonderland

Matt and I went for job training yesterdya. It was four hours long. It was practically completely useless but has got us both in the mood for scaring.

BTW, I love you man is an awesome movie. Matt and I have always had this joke between us, our potential kids will be picked on because of the stereotypes that both cultures hold.

He is Portuguese so fish would be his stereotype while mine would be TACOS!

So therefore, in our eyes, our kids would be "fish tacos"

Which is why it was hilarious hearing that in the movie. :)

Whatever, fish tacos is a cute saying. Go watch the movie.

Pisches? Peaches

This is Peaches. Matt's cat. He was put down on September 20. This was a very precious and loving cat who was friendly to just about anyone. Peaches was my age and was named after Matt's nickname. He made everyone feel more welcome and comfortable. He shed all his fur everywhere and drank out of the toilet. He used to throw up a lot and had bad breath. Although he knew better, he always wanted to wander into the bedrooms and sleep in the closets. He meowed nicely and liked to curl up under the table, on a rug, where he would leave a white patch of his fur without fail. He had arthritis and a bad hip. He also followed people around the house and purred loudly when you pet him. He always rubbed up against my leg and left tons of fur on my pants. Matt and I were supposed to give him a bath. I always carried him and pet him and rubbed my face against him. He liked to have fights with raccoons and wonder the downtown areas. There was a time when he was dyed pink by accident, and another when young Matthew tried to flush him down the toilet. He was an awesome and handsome feline.

In the span of 3-4 days, Peaches started to drool and vomit a lot more than usual. The family thought he was either sick, or going to die


The cat was unable to move much, but still tried. He was brave and dignified the whole 3 days when he was dying.

The family decided to have him euthanized. The vet told them that the cat had been having severe kidney problems and that he was surprised the cat had lived through this more than a day.

Thinking about him being gone makes me sad. I see a cat hair on the floor and it makes me sad. I put the toilet lid down and realize he won't drink out of it. I look under the table and he is not lying there. Sigh.

He was cremated and the family has yet to receive the ashes.

R.I.P. Peaches (L)

Gawddd Tigger

Phew. finally getting some down time.

It seems like ALL my "extra" time goes to reading books for U of T.

They SLAVE us! With all the walking, heavy lifting, and eye straining! Sigh

Right now, as you can see, my cat is sleeping on my shoulder. His name is Tigger. He used to be a street cat but he kept coming to mi casa for food. One day he got into a scrap with another stray cat and he got a really bad bite on his leg. My mother got him to a vet and set him free again. He was not our cat but a stray cat. Again he kept coming back for food and got into another scrap. This time, the middle padding on his paw was halfway torn off. We took him to the vet yet again and decided to keep him.

He sleeps on my pillow every night :)

High School Days

Debs Rex and I went to visit our high school yesterday. We saw a whole bunch of teachers. got some teacher-hugs, good wishes, and help.

I love that place. It has always been so friendly. Sigh. I miss it but I love the glamour of U of T.
Let's see how much I love U of T when I get mt first mark back!

Third day at U of T

I purchased around $400 worth of books.

yay.

My brother kicked me in the stomach.

yay.

My boyfriend and I got into a huge fight and he left me crying in a parking lot, in my pajamas.

yay.

He came back.

yay?

I wanted him to comfort me but he made me cry.

yay.

I ended up comforting him.

yay.

Life is cool.

sigh.

Second day at U of T

This was probably the worst day ever.
I get up and find MY clothes in my brothers stuff. He has been wearing them. Prick. I hid them under my mothers pillow for later showcasing.
I leave my house and find a friend so we can go both to class together. Tell me how the professor is 15 minutes late.. He finally gets there and has no idea what course he is teaching...
Him: "This is....uhm....medival something or other....right?"
Wow, come on! We sit in for his lecture and then I go to drop off my OSAP documents. Apparently they had not been signed the day before (when I waited almost two hours) and I had to go get them signed. So there I go to get them signed. And I FINALLY drop them off. From there I ate lunch and went to the library to read the Iliad. With my luck, I obviously went to the wrong floor and couldn't find the room I wanted. I went downstairs again and found it and read.

I was practically sleep reading. After deciding I would fall asleep if I kept reading, I left the library in search of the bookstore. While practically dehydrating.

So here i go walking to the bookstore....la la la la la... I get there and the books I need aren't on the first floor. Okay fine, I go to the second floor. Nope, not there either.

Turns out I was at the wrong bookstore and had to cross campus to get the the Bob Miller Bookroom. This doesn't sound too bad unless you have an idea of what the U of T SG campus looks like. Seriously.... look it up....I'll wait.....



SEEE???? it's MASSIVE!
Point is, I had to go there. So I went to the subway and got off at the wrong stop. Typical. Asked for directions and got off at the right stop. I needed to speed up since I had a two hour lecture soon. So there I go into the bookroom building. Onto the wrong floor (again, typical). Until I finally found the stupid bookstore in the basement of the building. Gr. I was forced to leave my backbag outside and found only SOME of my books. It was getting late so I had to rush to the TTC to get back to the lecture hall on time. Tell me how the bus I get on stops while I need to get to class. Yeah. Well the bus restarts moving and I finally get to the lecture hall and sit there. This prof is ALSO late. She gives us the course outline and tells us to leave. So I rushed around for something I could have gotten off the internet. And I stayed on campus for five extra hours for something I could have gotten off the course website. Yeah. Thanks.

Time for me to go home.... la la la la... the clothes I put under my mom's pillow are gone. He took them back and called me a liar. Sigh.

I know this post feels all jumbled up and rushed but that's how I felt the day before yesterday. It was my second day at U of and I was already frustrated with life there.

First day at U of T

It was greattt! I have great proffs. So far anyways. My ENG proff was the nicest and friendliest. She's already got us reading Homer's "Iliad"

Have you seen how fat that book is? It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't want to read all of it. But I do. I might be forced to focus on just the chapters she asks for though. Sigh. Money well spent?

My Philosophy proff is so interesting. He is fun and quirky!

U of T Frosh

Last week, Frosh week, was soooo long.
We had to wake up early to go there, listen to people talk about uni life, dance, cheer, get wet and run in mud, harass people for newspapers as part of a game, beg people for money for charity (we got the most in the hour, around 70 bucks only in bills!), run around in haunted mazes, eat muffins, and go clubbing.

Those are one some of the things we did. It was fun and I met a lot of people. Would totally recommend it to anyone who is thinking about going. The leaders are as relaxed as the froshies.

"Yes, we are from SMC and we don't want your STDS you're dirty! You're dirty!"

Halloween Haunt

Hi. Wow it's been a long time since I camje here and blogged but here I am!
I am going to talk about Halloween Haunt. It's a special event throughout October weekends at Canada's Wonderland.
I got a call for an interview. I went and I got the job. In fact, the interview was so lax, that we all started laughing and making jokes. Other workers there had to come and tell us to be quiet.
Matt is also going to be working there. A way for him to earn cash/keep an eye on me/make sure I get home safely.

I am excited for it!

I love the way you lie - Eminem

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I'm leaving you
No you ain't
Come back
We're running right back
Here we go again
It's so insane
Cause when it's going good
It's going great
I'm Superman
With the wind in his bag
She's Lois Lane
But when it's bad
It's awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get 'em
Now you're getting fucking sick
Of looking at 'em
You swore you've never hit 'em
Never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down
Pin 'em
So lost in the moments
When you're in 'em
It's the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it's best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It's a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin' over
But you promised her
Next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn't mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper's just as bad
As mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love
You're just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn't you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed
I'll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I'mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

GRRRR YOU PISS ME OFF!

Stupid man at the stupid soccer game. GRRR!
Matt and his friend had to referee a game for kids of around 11 years of age.
It was pouring and the field conditionw as crap.
Some man was standing at the opposite side from the coaches, screaming at the kids, telling them to "suck it up" when they fell due to the mud or got hurt.

Matt and the refs decided to finish the game at the second half, with the permission of the coaches of both teams. That man followed us and was harrassing us.

Is a goal really worth your kid getting hurt? What the FUCK is wrong with people now a days.

U of T

Woot with Matt's infinite wisdom and aid I was able to pick my own courses for university!
Well he picked a few for me. I did the rest.

.... okay he did everything. What a life saver. I got all the courses I wanted and can't wait for frosh week! w00t

You are gay?

My brother told me he was gay and liked to wear women's clothing. I looked though his stuff for some of my gift certificates but what I found was make-up he had stolen from both me and my mother. Also my perfume and a shirt of mine, which I proceeded to discard. Sigh.

My mom pulled out a Bible and told him he was going to hell.
He told me he kissed a boy my age.
I don't know what to think.
He wanted to model his dress for me but he is acting like an asshole, the same way he always does.

I want to support him as a person but can't as my brother. The one who tried to strangle me over changing th channel and has pulled my hair and bit me.


I just can't.

Puppy/ Birthday/ Car Crash

He likes cake. Tons of it. Like on his plate.

He likes this kind of cake. For his father's bday. Made by Siobhan, Phil's girlfriend.

This is a demon desguised as a puppy. He bites, as seen in this picture maiming my hand, and pees everywhere. He is the devil.

Don't let him fool you!

Matt's dad turned 49. They got a new puppy. We all got into a car accident when some moron decided to randomly brake while driving. Moron. grrr. Matt's family (includin Miki) and I ( I could have diedddd!!!!) were in the car when we crashed. Hmph. Then Matt's dad wouldn't let my beloved drive me home so we had to take a one hour TTC ride down to mi casa. This (thankfully) only lasted one day.

The Zoo!

Cuties

I take the best pictures ever. Matt, dont deny it, you know you are wrong.

You are an indian!
Ahh! Matt is scared of the bear ( I absolutely ADORE how he can just goof off when I'm around, or just to make me smile, what a hottie)

Bunch of wild animals. With Matt. At the Zoo. We walked for about six hours straight to see the whole thing and I pet tons on stingrays and made them wet people as they zoomed by. Yeah, I cause rukus at the zoo. Boo! (MUCH better than Marineland. Bleh!)

Marineland.

Miki was going to get eaten by the whale. It came near him and opened his mouth and everything. Too bad that since Matt is such a camera whore/HOG, i was unable to take the picture and he missed it. What a surprise.

Oh no! the whale is trying to esacape! "Don't worry madam, it is not a safety concern, it will seal on it's own. Get it? Seal, because we are in Marineland? Hahaha" .....

These is a place I know in Ontario, where the sea lions kiss so the story goes, amazing shows at Friendship Cove, everyone loves Marineland!

That commercial is a LIEEEEEE!
First of all. Marineland had about... lets say 50 aquatic animals. One being and orca and like 38 being belugas. "Marineland." Pfft.

Also, they have more grass in this park than actual attracions. It would be oh look, artic cove....grass.....grasss.....grasss.....grasss.....grasss.....grasss.....kiosk...huge mountain....grasss.....deer petting.....gasss....kiosk......grasss.....ride.

They had about ten rides and 3 restaurants. How sad. Marineland lies. *single tear*

Slipped... what? That's in your spine?

Matt had a herniated disk. Hm. What? Basically it slipped out of place and now you need to put it back, otherwise you will be paralized.

I watched Matt suffer. Go to the doctor every other day, give him massages, do back exercises with him, rub cream on him, help him put pants and socks on.

And the biznatch still wanted to play soccer. Sorry, some university students are retarded.
I mean that with all the love in the world. What an idiot. I was so angry.

Hm, well not enough team players had show up for playtime. The coach of his team (which, coincidentally, is his father) and the referee struck a deal. A player from Matt's team would fall during play, thus becoming greatly harmed and unable to play. This way, the team would forfeit the game due to lack of players without having to pay the fines involved.

They agreed. Mario, Matt's bestie volunteered to pretend to be injured.
The game was about to start. The ref blew his whistle, and Mario lay on the ground. The ref blew his whistle again and walked over to Mario, where he said he could play no longer.

The other team, obviously angered said, "REF HE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING MOVE! HOW COULD HE BE INJURED?!?"

I died of laughter. Moments like these make soccer ten times better

Babysitting

That guy in the back is HOT!

I have become Miki's, Matthew's brother, babysitter. I teach him and take him to the park and such.

It would be delightful... were I a masochist.

....
I kid, it's not too bad actually. Matt is there to help. I wish Miki was more cooperative though. When we started, he was eager to start adding numbers, now on the other hand, it is a three hour stuggle making him add 9 and 3.

I mean it. Three hours. We watched him sit at the table and pretent he did not know the answer.
He is now capable of subtracting, adding, and climbing the monkey bars.

Grad.

Let me put up a couple of grad pictures

It is important to remember I spent grad night at the hospital with my beloved for his best friend. Apparently, some nasty thing was brewing near his bum-hole. Which the doctors had to drain, thus leaving cleaning of the wound to a nurse and Matthew. What besties do for each other?

I am backk

I totally need to keep up with this blog, no matter how busy life seems. Or is. Or how many things I need to pack into every minute.

Phew. I have a few things to write about. So BEAR WITH ME :)

Gives me hope

You’re an autistic boy and don’t liked to be touched.
I’m a lonely girl who needs human contact. We’re best friends.
You come up to me and hug me every day. I asked you why.
You said, “Because I’d rather see you smile than be comfortable all the time.”
You GMH.

Today, an 8 year old died in a fire.
He was going back in to save his 17 month old baby brother.
The courage of this little boy GMH

Today I met an elderly couple who both had mobility scooters.
They deliberately got scooters with controls on opposite sides, just so they could hold hands when driving along, side by side.
Their love for each other Gave Me Hope.

GRADUATION

Well well well, I am an official 2010 graduate.
It was such a longgg day. I got ready at Matt's house and got to the church at 5:30, where he had to get out flowers, take pictures, and comfort the crying ones. Then the ceremony started.
We had seats reserved and had to sit in the seat assigned in order to get the right diploma.
Some idiot skipped a whole entire row and left it empty. So we were all in the wrong seats.

Although we tried to get to our proper seats without being noticed, some of us ended up doing a pretty crap job. They just got up (the entire row!) and moved up a row. Too funny, couldn't stop laughing. Anyways, I got my diploma (I'm a scholar!) and then sat back down. When we were walking out the teachers had made a wall on either side of us and were smilling at us, it was nice.

So that was graduation. Then the graduates walked back to the school for cake. And more pictures. My mom then stated she was starving and took her children (us) and Matt to Big Slice.

Interesting? They have freaky bathrooms. Matt kept texting so I asked him what the problem was, only to find out him best friend was in the hospital, so him and I went to the hospital to show support and left with his best friend at around 12:30 at night

update: I forgot to write about the apology. One of the girls from the other hotel room apologized to me. The one who pretended to be really mad to try to get me to feel like crap. Uh-huh. Can anyone say hollow?

Quickllyyy

My graduation brunch is at ten am. I need to start getting ready for it because I am emceeing it with another graduate.

Then I have my graduation tomorrow. With the hat and the tassel. Shall be fun!

update: The other girl hosting is so....UGH! she did not bring her own copy of the script, she was not ready to do anything and did not even show up early to help do things for the brunch. Yay? Other than that...the brunch was okay. It was fun, singing and hosting and eating. It went really quickly actually. Well, after the brunch we took pictures and got our grad gowns and our hats! It is so exciting. I am wearing this precious little number my love helped me pick out. Its a white dress with black polka-dots and it's kind of short. I have to be at the church at 5:30

My mother said she might not go. Not because she can't, but because she doesn't want to. She... does... not...want...to...attend...my...graduation. If she doesn't, she won't be invited to my grad from university. And that's a lot more exciting that high school grad. My brother isn't going. He is going to Wonderland to purchase a seasons pass. Yup, more important than my graduation. Thank God I can always rely on Matt. I don't know what I would do. Sigh.

On the bright side, I am now an Ontario Scholar!

Drip

Drip drip drip. tap tap tap

Why did my mother leave the tap of the kitchen sink on?

Tap tap tap. Drip drip drip.

I really hate it when she does that. I am such a light sleeper...

Zzzzzzzz....Zzzzzzzzzz.....Zzzzzzz

Huh what? Oh right, I need to .... turn... offf... the bed... and go to.... computer..... Zzzzzz.....

Midnight Rant on not getting a phone call from a person who is too busy with his friends at Tim Hortons, any reference is coincidential.

Grrr.... was waiting for Matt to go home so I could call him and talk to him. The other day I had called him after he dropped me off and he said he had been pleasantly surprised. So I was hoping for a similar effect.

He called me before his soccer game was done, just to make sure he caught me before 11 pm.

Cute.

He is now at Tim Hortons with his friends instead of talking to me.

Not so cute.

Here I am trying to make an effort. For what? So I can sit here at midnight at kick myself on the head? No.

It's the little things that count right? Which is why I wanted this phone call. And a letter he practically promised me like a week ago.

It's the little things that count. Gr. Lately I feel like I have been putting tons of effort into this. I go to soccer, I watch soccer, I give massages, I help babysit, I entertain, I listen even when I am mad, I forget my sadness whenever he needs anything.

Gah. That is not the right attitude. I need to remind myself.

That reminds me, last soccer game I went to I nearly got killed. His friend (who, coincidentally, he is with right now) pushed me out of the way before the soccer ball could hit me on the head. Can you say life saver?

Some girl on my facebook had a status update similar to what I am thinking right now... hold on... let me find it...

It's the little things that count.
The smaller they are, the bigger a difference they make. ♥

So true! Why can't men understand this? Grrr. Maybe I am just cranky because I just had to keep myself awake for the past couple of hours. I would like nothing more than to go to bed and sleep. Considering MATTHEW is not on the phone with me right now, I think I shall. Goodnight computer, it was nice hearing your voice right before I fell asleep. Good to know I am the last person you talked to before you passed out. I love you computer. You are always there for me when I want to rant

See, that's love.

Shower Time Part TWO

Well do you remember that time, that shower time? We showered together again.
I washed his hair first. Making sure it was grease-free
Then he attempted to wash out my curls. He did a really good job for his first time washing girl hair. And he had to put up with my shedding all over the place. Ew. Too bad he is practically terrified of hair. Haha. Anyways. So then he lathered me up.

Goddd, he missed tons of little crooks/crannies which I then had to wash myself. I lathered him and scrubbed his back.

Then we walked out of the shower, used the towels and made fun of my wet hair. He even put on deodorant on me and gave me a foot massage.

I love times like these. The simplest of things bring me such happiness when done with him (L)

Break

Matt and I had discussed taking a break a while back. He mentioned it the day we were fighting so much.

God, even thinking about it makes my heart ache.

I am so hopelessly in love with him. I don't think I could bear a break. Especially when he said that a break would mean our relationship would be over. Sigh.

No break though. Thankkk Goddd...

JC

You know who I haven't seen in a while? JC, Amanda's ex boyfriend.
We used to be terrific friends. Him, his friend and I. He actually read this blog more than my friends. And also more often than when I posted.

Wow. Old times. It was like a year and a half ago. Before I started dating My Love and everything went kaput. His friend tried to push Matt around and I had to move my love away before he kicked some ass. That's when I stopped talking to them

I ran into JC today. He called me a loser for going to school. He said it in a joking way, as if we were still friends. He and his friend tried to wrap some Portuguese flag around me in a playful manner. I told him to fuck off. How things change.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
I will not fall for the friend game again. Not from anyone.

Father's day

Where is my bird?

The Most Romantic Man Ever? Napoleon Bonaparte

I don't love you, not at all; on the contrary, I detest you. You're a naught, gawky, foolish Cinderella.

You never write me; you don't love your own husband; you know what pleasures your letters give him, and yet you haven't written him six lines, dashed of so casually!

What do you do all day, Madam? What is the affair so important as to leave you no time to write to your devoted lover?

What affection stifles and puts to one side the love, the tender constant love you promised him?

Of what sort can be that marvellous being, that new lover that tyrannises over your days, and prevents your giving any attention to your husband?

Josephine, take care! Some fine night, the doors will be broken open and there I'll be.

Indeed, I am very uneasy, my love, at receiving no news of you; write me quickly for pages, pages full of agreeable things which shall fill my heart with the pleasantest feelings.

I hope before long to crush you in my arms and cover you with a million kisses as though beneath the equator.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Last Examination

Good. Last exam and then I can get out of this hell-hole. I love my school, I won't lie.

But enough has been enough. I can't wait to graduate and go to U OF T.
Who cares about all these people I'm never going to see again.

I know I will miss tons of them, but time to move on with our lives. I will look back in September and regret this but....

LET'S GET ON WITH THIS ALREADY! JAILBREAK 2010

PS: Graduation is next Thursday! How exciting.

Fighting

Matt and I have been arguing a lot lately. We don't know why. But it was an everyday thing.

He thinks it's because his best friend, who got kicked out, is now living with him and that bothers me.

I think he is just stressed over his school life.

Meh. We always have these super rough patches and then nice times. Nice times like yesterday. Let's see how long this lasts.

PS: it MIGHT have something to do with his best friend moving in, it greatly diminishes our alone time. sigh.

Photobooth Pictures

Here are some of the photobooth pics from prom >