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Dancing in the rain. Red lipstick. Cover-up. Black Coffee. Smeared mascara. Black-and-White photos. Late night cramming. Skinny dipping. Telling secrets. Passing notes. Chocolate for breakfast. Forgetting your underwear. Drinking too much. Take-out. Sweet boys. Holding hands. Dancing till you sweat. Secret meetings. A's in school. Trashy Magazines. So much l o v e .


MY LIFE in pictures

This blog will encompass my thoughts, my ideas, my whims. Here I write whatever I want because I don't care who's watching. This is my world. Of Late Nights Out. Of Dancing. Of Friendship. Of Betrayal. Of Self-Discovery. Of Self-Discovery. Of Leggings. Of High-Heeled Boots. Of Tramps. Of Rainy Mornings. Of Ice Cream. Of Laughter. Of Cell-Phones. Of Love. My Life, Of Scarves And Happenstance.



"Life is filled with truly unfathomable potential. In most cases, our so-called limitations are nothing more than our own decisions to limit ourselves."
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# Posted on Monday, 21 April 2008 at 9:31 PM
Edited on Tuesday, 10 June 2008 at 11:24 PM

"Fall right off of your floor"

"Fall right off of your floor"
Sometimes we forget the little things. The most important things. A beautiful saying, If you love me, let me go. I've let him go. I have to let her go. Don't hold that sand too tightly. No, Pink, I won't. Take nothing for granted, beautiful. A sweet hug from T. Call Claire's house at 11PM. Too late? No. Her? Oh yes. Yes, let her go. Yes, she's gone too. Peace. Ali's constant. Always there. No regrets.

I'm not coherent, am I. No, this doesn't make much sense. An idealist? Maybe. Always thinking, or at least writing, in ideas. I guess I can't bring myself to apply them to real life. That's too much. Too much, For now.

Aisa looks after me today. Not some days, but today. Pinky is there. Don't leave me. Oh, but you have to. We all have to leave sometime. Ben remembers. We make muffins. Brad thinks to ask. I let things slide. Kaliesha notices. So many names. And they mean everything. Today, yes, today. Canada this summer. Away the next. Last year at school. I've never been more ready for something. And yet so unprepared. The way I step into most things. More eager than anyone else, but totally oblivious to what I'm getting into. Just close your eyes.

"But I don't think about you anymore." I keep reading about other girls who are in love. I think my love has left. Funny how things happen like that. And I just sit and watch it walk away. For the best, not to worry. This seems to come across rather melancholy, but it's the opposite, really. It's the best way that I could be right now. I'm in the now, now. And I don't want to think of the future. Not next month. Or even of next week. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe just the morning. Yes, I can go that far.

Nora in China. Pinky in Ottawa. Claire in her world. Me? Not alone. No, not alone. But in the center of a whirlwind of action. Living one day to the next. My hair is too long. I sleep in Nora's bed. I stay up way too late. I haven't done homework in a week. And I'm more than good. Meditation is beautiful. Thank you, K., thank you, L. Continue in your whirlwind. Brilliant. I close my eyes, and I step back.
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# Posted on Thursday, 08 May 2008 at 9:50 PM
Edited on Saturday, 14 June 2008 at 5:16 PM

"When she dances, she goes and goes"

"When she dances, she goes and goes"

{Vacation Whore}

Friday, I was sick. I was going insane that week. Class. Work. Homework. More work. Frantic phone calls. My new dress. Fall asleep for three hours. Miss school. Again. Too many times. Not enough. Wake up just in time to shower and get to 'the benefit'. Yes, yes, congratulations. It's all about you. Craig Kielberger puts
a smile on my face. I'll remember. ThAnk you. Thank you, C, for being there.

Missed Gossip Girl. And The Hills. So trashy. So good. Can't wait for my Tiphaine to get here. We will watch all that trashy T.V. She loves it too. Saturday, at the pool for eight hours. My muscles hurt. I smell like chlorine. After two months working at the pool, the smell is ingrained in my skin. Ali comes over. Beautiful ALi. How does she do it? I want you to know, darling, you're amazing. I wish I saw the world through her eyes. So simple. She's brilliant. I try to forget the others. They don't care. Why should I? Those few hours with my Ali made up for it. Times a million. Photoshoot, laughing at ourselves, watching rando Irish movies, Titanic, steal the covers.
THANK YOU

Prom night. Finally, we decide we want to go. Of course everyone waits until 10PM the night of to decide. No one has a ride. No one has a car. Well, not anymore. I call everyone I know who's going. Claire's moping. We have to go. We worry that it may get busted. Ok, well, we won't drink. Argue with my brother, who finally agrees to take us at 11:30PM. I'm dizzy from my perfume. Makeup - done. It will be too cold for my white sweater, I have to wear my coat. Huff. Claire changes quickly. We hop in the car. Sketch directions. Follow them anyway. Driving down S.P.V, a car of boys who are going to the After Party. Throw our directions out the window and follow them. Can you say sketch? Poor choices. They take us too far, and suddenly there are three cars makIng U-turns at a dead-end. Finally we're winding down a dirt road, far from any town, trees all around, and no lights. 10 minutes pass, and we see lights. I call Aisa so we can meet up.

"The cops are at the front!" WHAT?! But wait, they can't stop us. It's private property. Unless they see anything illegal. I can't believe that we outsmarted them. Which obviously we didn't. Maybe it's just not worth it. Harry drops us off, and we trip down the road to Security. Brad, you rock. Except you owe me $30. Pass through, pass through. The tips of tents start to peak up, a bonfire, lit so high its as if it's the trees on fire. Beer doesn't taste very good. Oh well! Plenty of all else. Ben is wasted. Kendra funneled. Finally we find our way, and we're where we want to be. 5 ♥ hours of dancing, singing, playing with our friends. Wild jumping, beer splashing, shirts being taken off. Oh, T. I think dizzidly about that crazy night as we speed home in a cab. Lights flashing. Eyes fluttering. And I'm gone.
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# Posted on Monday, 19 May 2008 at 12:48 PM
Edited on Sunday, 22 June 2008 at 5:43 PM

"You could tell how she felt from the look on her face"

"&i'm sure you'd adore being the centre of attention

but unfortunately you're not blonde enough"

For those nights you listen to the beating rain against the window. For those nights you count your breaths. The nights you can't help but stay wide awake. The nights you think about what could be. The nights you wish you would fall asleep and never wake up. Those nights you dream and dream and dream. Those nights you can think of nothing but Him. Even though he doesn't mean anything to you. Those nights you wonder why nothing means anything anymore. Those nights you wonder who you've become. Those nights you try to figure out. Those nights you can't drown out your own thoughts. Those nights you're thankful. Those nights you're not. Those nights you wish you could be anywhere in the world. And those nights you dream of the next morning. Those nights you lie awake, writing your next masterpiece. Those nights you make plans. Those nights you make the world a better place. Those nights you listen to the whistling of the trees. Those nights you relive the others. Those nights you cry. Those nights you sing. Those nights you dream up a new life. Those nights you live someone else's. Those nights you dance with Him. Those nights you pinch yourself. Those nights you tell yourself don't matter. Those nights your walls come crashing down. Those nights you talk yourself out of it. Those nights you pull yourself together. Those nights you're brave. Those nights that make your toes curl. Those nights you sweat. Those nights you can't breathe. Those nights you tear yourself up. Those nights you think of nothing. Those nights you're at peace. Those nights you chill. Those nights you can't remember. Those nights you remember forever. For those nights.


"You could tell how she felt from the look on her face"
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# Posted on Saturday, 31 May 2008 at 2:19 PM
Edited on Sunday, 22 June 2008 at 5:47 PM

"The sweetest sadness in your eyes"

"The sweetest sadness in your eyes"

"Bikinis and Liquor and Stars."

Je suis impatiente. Je suis égoiste. Je suis gentille. Je suis chiante. Je suis interesser. Je suis intelligente. Je suis triste. Je suis conne. Je suis heureuse. Je suis calme. Je suis perdu. Je suis organizer. Je suis créatrice. Je suis determiner. Je suis passionante. Je suis amoureuse. Je suis romantique. Je suis écrivante. Je suis voyageuse. Je suis lecteur. Je suis fatiguer. Je suis feignante. Je suis une fille qui garde a elle même. Je garde a moi même trop a moment. C'est tous que je peux faire. Je m'en fou. Je pense plus a lui. Non, il n'a rien a faire avec ca. C'est juste que hier il voulait me parler. Je ne suis pas là juste pour t'amuser quand t'as le temps, cherie. Non, pas moi. Je m'ennui trop ces jours là. Je parle trop. Je travaille trop. Je me fache trop. Je regrette trop. Merci à ceux qui me gardent toujours vivent. John, avec ton motorcycle. C., avec ton amour. Ali, avec ta sourire. Je t'aime. Je t'aime. J'ai les examens en trois jours. Je n'ai pas le temps. Mais oui, j'ai le temps de prendre 3h a cuisiner. Moi et K, on fait un gateau trop beau. Je l'aime, cette fille. Y'en a pas trop de filles que j'aime au moment. Et encore moins de garçons. Triste, je sais. Peut-être parce que c'est la fin. Et
on est content que c'est la fin. Mais ca prend trop d'effort. Trop de temps. Le temps que je n'ai pas. Je vous laisse, comme toujours. Je vous aimes plus. Oui, je l'ai dit. J'ai envie d'ailleurs. Maintenant, plus que jamais. France. Allemagne. Japon. Je m'en fou. Loins d'ici. Je veux lire des livres sous le soleil. Je veux danser au musique je ne connais pas. Je veux me baigner dans l'ocean. Je veux oublier. Oublier le tous. [Comme d'habitude, j'ai l'air très triste, trop triste en fait. Mais pour les personnes l'à qui m'aiment, ne vous inquiètez pas. Je ne suis pas triste. Je suis fatiguer. Pour vous autres, vous ne me connaissez pas alors vous vous en fiches.]






RELIGIONS - Mercredi [18]
CHIMIE - Jeudi [19]
ISSUES MONDIALES - Vendredi [20]
PHILOSOPHIE- Lundi [23]
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# Posted on Tuesday, 10 June 2008 at 11:10 PM
Edited on Sunday, 29 June 2008 at 10:04 AM