11:48 at night, and I am 100% drunk. The creativity flows through my brain as I attempt to sit down and gather my thoughts. Striking up enough courage to attend his housewarming party, I walked in and ended up having a good time. With over 10 shots of Jager in my body, I board the…
Month: January 2014
Borken/cinnamon hearts and red onesies.
With a bag of cinnamon hearts by my side and my new onesie being worn, I sit down at my kitchen table and begin to write. I have been wracking my brain for inspiration within the last few days, but I feel as if I have lost my muse. Shoving a pound of cinnamon hearts…
Perils of the iPhone: Part II
When I last explained my blacked out drunken night of bad decisions, I also explained the unlikely situation in which I underwent with my iPhone. After losing the beloved device, and being forced to shell out $675 to not only purchase a new phone, but to also get an early start to bankruptcy. I must…
Morning sun and heavy inhalation.
As the morning sun begins to rise over the city, I wake up within the early morning hours to get ready for school. I brush my teeth and attempt to look remotely presentable for the day a head of me, yet I cannot shake this gut wrenching feeling out of my stomach. It is quite…
The selfie generation.
Tired and restless from my night of being woken up by Pinky’s snoring, I sit and stare blankly at the black board within my Media Writing lecture. Pulling out my phone, I begin to seek entertainment through my Instagram feed. As the app begins to load, I am overwhelmed with the amount of selfies that…
Temporal flux and the hands of a clock.
As young people in a modern world, we witness our lives undergo a constant flux of changes. What you must remember is that the life you may have grown accustomed to today may not be the reality of your tomorrow. With all these constant changes in ones own life, how is it possible to carry…
Turning pain into words.
Dressed in sweatpants and an oversized University sweater, I lay upon my couch and watch the Grammys with my mother. It has been a very difficult 24 hours for me and I did not know if I could have survived it. As I left his apartment, I was left speechless by not only what was…
Formal invite to my coffin.
A Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are place in which you feel perfectly at ease and you can find your centre. I no longer have a sanctuary for all that I was hiding from has finally caught up with me. I ran away to Toronto to escape my past, and now I ran back to Mississauga to escape…
A smoothie and a bullet.
There is nothing I love more in this world than food. I put on my warmest parka and made the trek from my condo to this mysterious Loblaws on Queen Street West. Walking into the building I immediately was blown away by just how large it is! not only is it a grocery store but…
Amelioration & the rise from The Cave.
As I sit at my kitchen table and watch the snow flurries glide past my balcony, I am left speechless over the events of the morning. As it so happens, once you begin to publish your feeling onto the internet they are easily accessible by everyone… everyone including “Him”. He has now read my blog,…
Insanity and a drunken stupor.
Drunk and light headed, I sit down at Witt’s desk and begin to write. The demons in which I have been desperately trying to hide have quickly unearthed and have risen to the surface. Within life, we can only try to contain our own minds for so long…but there comes a time when we must…
One scent for a story.
Do you know the feeling where you you breathe in, and recognize a certain scent that is in the air? I do not know what this is or how it is done, but your brain recalls this scent and takes you back to a moment within your life where you first came in contact with…
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