Spring Cleaning

My lease is up soon and I have begun to pack a few items at a time. Along with packing I am forced to reevalute the use value of all of my possessions because I am moving into a smaller space. I've even tackled my cupboard (singular because of lack of storage space in ghetto student housing) and dumped a lot of the contents into the compost bin. I can't wait to leave this cold basement. However, I will miss my colorful room that I painted yellow, turquoise, and magenta. Unfortunately, my landlord is making me paint over the wonderful colours. The next tenant will be bored stiff looking at the plain looking at the bare white walls with a few specks of light coming in from two little slits that are also referred to as windows.
The idea of painting my room came about because of sheer boredom. After moving out from home after this summer I forgot all of my lovely posters and had nothing to disguise the bland walls.
I don't don't know how I get myself into these things but deciding to paint your room two weeks into school is a difficult task to balance because of other time restraints related to academic deadlines. One night after coming home from the bar I opened a can of paint and painted until 5 am. During that time, I intoxicatedly lost my balance trying to squeeze in between my dresser and the wet yellow wall. Did I mention that I was only in my black underwear? That's right I now I have a black pair of panties with a yellow paint stripe across them.
Although, painting my bedroom was more of a daunting task than previously expected, it was a great opportunity to regain my independence after having a marvelous four months with my parents.
I'm almost dreading having to go buy paint that will eventually cover such the wonderful colours. It's like an ending to such a spectacular life as the colours filled my life with warmth this year. I will certainly grin and bare  painting but it will mark the ending of my school year leaving question of what next year will bring in my new apartment. 

I Need Some Shuteye

Hello World,


I want to move mountains, I want to be what people refer to as a mover and a shaker, I want to think outside the box and break boundaries set forth by others to discourage me and lastly I want to take risks.
I still haven't chosen my career path. I don't want to get lost trying to climb the corporate ladder. I hope I never forget that I said this. 


My first inspiration for moving mountains:

Kid, you’ll move mountains! So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting.So…get on your way!

-Dr. Suess, author of Oh! The Places You'll Go! 


My everlasting admiration for Dr. Suess will be described in further detail on future date 


Good night, 


Love the Mover and the Shaker 

My First Blog In Eons

Hey,


This is my first blog since that MSNspaces dealio that was popular when I was in grade nine. I doubt anyone will read this but at least I can have a personal online diary so I don't forget important memories. Currently it is 1:52 am of March 23 and should probably be in bed. Honestly what else should a girl be doing at this hour? I have been working on school work on and off for the last few hours but it must have been a calling from the universe that I have indeed found this website.
This already feels like a freeing and satisfying pastime and most likely will end up becoming a hobby of mine. Here is my plan for this post: I am not going to edit this one like I probably, normally would. I set up this blog thinger majiger so quickly that I have made it a mockery to legitimate and serious bloggers. I do not have a defined thesis or purpose to this blog but hey I will get better (maybe). I simply want to dive into this experiment head first and see where I end up. I don't have much of an opportunity to creatively write except when I am using some form of social networking. That counts right? FAIL.
To anyone of the the academic world I apologize for this mess in advance and maybe you should go read a copy of the New York Times because this rambling mess of a blog doesn't have a clear direction. However, if I continue to use this method of communication to post things maybe this journey might turn into something more defined. Well no promises but until then I should get back to work and then eventually bed.


Good bye for now Bloggie


Love me




P.S. remember that time you stood in front of your grade 12 English class presenting your speech about your unique and obscure hometown then laughed at all of your jokes during the speech?
Please never do that again!


K thanks




P.P.S. to the one person at 4 am in 2047 that will discover this blog I am not going to reveal my identity just yet..... The name of my hometown would be a dead give away. So to that person decades from now finally reading it, thanks!


Until then, good night!