MJ. Vancouver. This blog is one part writing, one part television, and a whole lot of bleach. Sometimes I read and talk, but mostly I just stare at the wall.
"Why are you standing on the flowers, Breaveman?"
it’s my Monday, but no matter what happens, I will take solace in the fact that my day is going to be better than Edward Furlong’s. oh, Eddie.
note to self:
don’t be like your sister.
I look like a fool & my face hurts from smiling. I may also be a bit burned from sitting in the sun on Vanessa’s balcony this afternoon.
things could be worse.
Quite happily survived the first week of summer semester, despite the boring nature of my classes (computer science & entrepreneurship). The instructors are quality dudes. I’m amused by the differences in the stereotypical library student vs. the stereotypical business student. I don’t fit in anywhere.
backtoschoolmorningface.
on the verge of cutting my own hair.
Sometimes I go so long without make-up, I feel like I don’t have a face anymore. I don’t know what that says about me, but it’s probably not the best.
My legs hurt too much to run today, which is frustrating, especially as I won’t have time in the next few days. Busy weekend ahead and back to school on Monday. Busy can be good.
Someone come deal with my hair. And my neck. And my knees.
feeling relatively ambivalent about blogging lately.
and by relatively ambivalent I mean I’m finding it difficult to care about anything other than finding a job, running and marathoning Dexter (just started season 4 and I think it’s been like a week…gross).
it happens.
not really bothered.
There is a pottery place on Granville Island that made a ceramic replica of MJ. (Taken with instagram)
real talk.
attempting to look like a real human adult because I have a job interview but how do I?
you’re the worst.
