Via Twitter (@ZodiacFacts)

"#Aries is a hard nut to crack,who will push you away when they need help the most and then guilt trip you for your failure to communicate."

HAHAHA, that's 100%, tooootally me, bro...

This was supposed to be April 4th...
It, apparently, snowed earlier today (the 18th), as well...

My friend, Nat, posted on his Facebook status:
"Winter: '...because FUCK YOU, Summer! This is MY year!'"

(haha, makes sense)

Happy Birthday, Petroleum.

About 8 years ago, in grade 9, I came up with a corny idea to be extra corny and paper-mache all the letters of my best friends first name for her birthday. Every year, I'd give her a new letter until her entire first name: Patricia, was completed. I got the idea from Art Attack. That guy used to paper-mache EVERYTHING.

That said, I gave Trish the letter 'P' in grade 9 and gave her the letter 'A' the following year.

Unfortunately, I'm the most stable procrastinator in the world and thus,
ended up finishing the sequential letters 6 years later (last week)
-- I'm a bad person, I know.

Anywho, I finished. Here's the process:



You're probably wondering what the hell these pictures are...

• The 'T' is a sun. Represents our really awesome summers.

• The 'R' is her pony tail, because she always wore a pony tail at school. She was - LITERALLY - known for her pony tail in my high school.

• The 'I' is a black sweater with two pink stripes on the arms that Trish would never take off. I was with her when she bought it and she - LITERALLY - NEVER TOOK IT OFF. Not even when showering. It never came off.
  

• The 'C' has the number 22 all over it. She's born on the 22nd and I finished all of the letters when she was 22 (ha...).

• The 'I' has the letters "MOD" on it. MOD stands for Much On Demand. Trish and I were more than regulars on MOD -- in fact, we lived there. The floor directors knew us, no lies.

• The 'A' has limes all over it (Trish thought they were oranges -- I suck as an artist, clearly). We have a habit on eating limes at the club. Even if we're not drinking, we're eating limes.

The unraveling...


Happy Birthday, Petroleum. :)

"who the fuck is that?"

The first thing I said when this video started.
I then proceeded to die of laughter.

First of all, I desperately want Chanel frames.
Secondly, I had a dream about these Chanel frames -- 3 dreams.

The first dream entailed of me finding these exact Chanel frames in a thrift store, but in black. The second dream entailed of me finding these exact frames in a thrift store, but they were someone else (which I proceeded to apply the 5-finger-discount on, if ya know what am sayin').
The third dream entailed of me finding THESE EXACT FRAMES in a thrift store, which I bought as soon as I saw (then proceeded to buy a fur coat - faux fur, obviously!).

Here's the problem with all of these dreams... THEY WERE DREAMS.

I woke up pissed off all three times when I realized that I didn't actually own any of the frames.

Sucks...

As much as I love the isolation pod (my room), I desperately need some...

--well, maybe not so literally.

I'm more so in need of some fresh air...

Because with fresh air and sunlight, comes Vitamin...

Which is essential to the production of many wonderful, happy, non-crazy chemicals in my...

Which is crucial to my sanity, so I don't go loco, like this cat.

Not in the mood.

One experiences a bad day and expresses their need for you in their corner;
One experiences a good day and forgets you even exist.

FYI: This is not specific to one person (so I don't get bitten in the ass later on), just a general conclusion on the psyche.

All Goodness in the Heaven's Above...

I need your help. NEED your help.

22

Feeling so immensely loved at the moment
and I'm so grateful for all of it.

Coming out of a hell-like situation at the end of last year/beginning of this year (one of the most challenging portions of my life, TO DATE, and I've been through some serious shiz, let me tell you), I find myself realizing that I have more than I'll ever need in life. I can't stress how grateful I am to have the love & support of such wonderful human beings around me.

22 is a big number.

It's small in the realm of life's scale, but I find myself feeling a lot older. I'm at a point where I feel the need to get things done (which doesn't help, seeing as I'm all over the place with career choices!); however, overall, I just want to live up to what I've set out to accomplish, which is solely to live out my highest potential.

So I celebrate this birthday as a milestone. For everything I've experienced, all I have and all I want to be from this moment forward.
My best self. I want to thank all of you for teaching & inspiring me throughout my life.

Here's hoping that I'll be celebrating achievement by my 23rd birthday.

People make impressions on me everyday. But there's something about real love that just doesn't go away. Not the 'I'm-comfortable-here' type, rather, this is where I'm supposed to be. Yet, I ask myself (as Adele sings) are these pavements worth chasing?