According to my Horoscope, today I have super powers to unleash. Watch ouuuuuuut.

I think Fefe Dobson is stalking my life. Not really, though. It’s far more likely that I’m accidentally stalking hers, but I saw her again at the Eaton Centre yesterday while venturing to get new black heels. Which I found, but are completely too small for my feet. I hate being in a hurry and thinking I don’t have time to try things on. TO you SUCK at pressuring people into being in a constant rush. Even when literally the only thing I have to do is laundry and watch Crossroads with M. Since my roomie abandoned me and went back to Stratford early.

Last year things seemed so much simpler. I feel like I had a lot more to complain about then, for some reason, but it was a simpler time. No real responsibility. The freedom that accompanied having a vehicle. A student loan that made my bank account look decently-prosperous. Albeit I was quite moody and depressed for a good half of last year, but the glass somehow always seemed more full than empty. I kind of miss it. And I more than kind of miss the people.



I got free hair extensions twice in 2 years, I had a car, good grades, and a really killer circle of girl friends. This year, I sold my car for a metro-pass, my girl friends (although i still have ones remaining in St. Catharines) have dwindled in number, and my patience is being tested in an entirely new set of ways. People expect that I know what I want to do with my life, with my career, myself, but I don’t. I’m 23. And I don’t.

Some people go through their whole lives miserable in their job and I absolutely refuse to let that be me. I want to spend my life doing something I absolutely love, I just need to figure out what that is. Until then, I will just live in awe of people who’ve got it all together.

Umm hello, you’re fabulous.

Lisa Tant. Editor-in-chief. Flare Magazine. Toronto. Fabulousssss*.

Everyone should be a bitttt envious of M, I feel: The skirt-clad fabulous, brunette, gypsy-blogger who travels far and wide, and works as the Beauty Intern at Flare. Below Lisa Tant. Who I saw up close at L’Oreal Fashion week. Who I wanted so desperately to ask for advice on how to become inspirational. Because that is my ultimate goal, you know, to inspire people.

That was the point of the pageant, after all. That was my seller. I told them exactly what they wanted to hear, and although I didn’t win, I left knowing that if I’d had the opportunity to answer their question on stage, I would have wanted something along the lines of “world peace” too. Or at the very least I wouldn’t have gone rambling on about maps.

It makes me kind of sad because even that girl got an endorsement deal with Barnes & Noble (or some company like that). She has the intelligence of a plastic cup, but apparently completely illiterate models make excellent spokespeople for major big box bookstores. Who knew? I, most certainly, did not.

“Time don’t blind me
I am so sorry
I’ve been swept in my own concerns
I know worldly matters
They just don’t matter at all
No, not at all”   - Carly Rae Jepsen

This morning was a great start to a great weekend, I feel. I slept in, had the power in my apartment go out from blow-drying my hair, creeping FB, watching an episode of Friends, and using every light in my apartment to try to do my makeup, and still managed to make it to work on time without having an absolute melt-down. I promise, I’m not normally as hydro-unfriendly as I seemed this morning. In fact, I’m quite the contrary, Mary. I find myself countlessly shutting off other people’s lights, alarm clocks, and televisions when they’ve left them on. I just couldn’t help but feel great about the fact that it was warm today! And I got to wear my new spring jacket.

Um hello, it’s 14 degrees! That’s practically bikini weather!

I’ve prepped for my whole weekend: did laundry, packed, figured out costs and outfit options for Saturday night. I worked out bus schedules, made lists, and even checked up on the weather in the various cities I will be adventuring to. 9 with scattered showers will have to do, St. Catharines. But I guarantee that’s not the best you can do. Nevertheless, I’m wearing my new blue dress if it kills me.

Get ready to get busy!