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Quote of the Day: “I tried to drown myself in the bathtub, but then I started breathing underwater.” -Ryder

Voila. The source of all of my happiness. It doesn’t have a name yet. But it has an earring. If you have any name ideas, let me know! It’s wearing a Nirvana shirt and it has blue eyes. Laura made it. It is so happy. Yay. I love Laura.

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THE REASON WHY MY ROOM IS SO TINY:

Before my parents even had children, they lived in a tiny tiny white house down the street from the house where my mom grew up. They bought it and moved in after they got back from their honeymoon in Florida at Disney World. Then they had my brother Matt, and they had to raise the house up to fix the foundation so that they could sell it and buy a new house.

So they sold that white house, and bought property in the small community that I’m am living in now. Or is it subdivision? Anyways. We were one of the very first houses in the neighborhood. It’s been interesting growing up and watching houses, and then convenience stores, and then competing gas stations, and then apartments being built up in my still very same community outside of Halifax.

Anyways, my parents built my house from the ground up. They cleared the property of the trees and planted grass and gardens and everything. So the house was built after my parents had already had my brother Matt, and when my mom was pregnant with my brother Brian. They had built the house with a basement that had a family room, furnace room, and a weight room; a first floor with a kitchen, half bathroom, play room that would later become a dining room, family room that would later become my music room, and dinner table room; and a third floor with 2 full bathrooms, a master bedroom, 2 bedrooms and a sewing room.

Notice: 2 bedrooms: two children at that point. For four years my parents and two brothers were content in the house. And then, SURPRISE! Baby. I showed up and they turned the sewing room into a bedroom. Which is twice as small of both of my brothers’ rooms.

So I was a mistake. “A miracle”, as my dad put it. But it’s never bothered me. I don’t understand why people get so upset about the fact that they’re a mistake. I mean I’m here. I must be here for a reason. And even if I’m not, I may as well make the most of it. Make the most out of everything, out of the time you have. You never know. You never know. In my time, I just want to leave behind music, and I want to leave behind positive memories, and I really hope the people I live behind think of me fondly. Take everything that you want from life, it will not be given to you. Take it. There’s so much I want, but I won’t get, because I’m too passive. Please, you know what it is.

Please. Make the best of what you have.

But here’s my room, it’s really messy, and you can see my unfinished mural, and my ironing board. Also, my mattress is on the floor because I don’t have a bed frame, and I sleep in a sleeping bag.

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Anyways… So tomorrow is the day when I would have run my marathon. And I found out that I couldn’t about two weeks ago. I won’t get into that though. I’ve been training for it everyday for the past 10 months. And I was sad, so I decided that I would drown myself in friends. But then my friends wouldn’t spend time with me. Even after asking some of them at least four times.

Bad news. The band broke up. I’m sad. In need of: guitarist. Unless mine comes back. But I don’t think that’ll happen. ):

Good news though! I get to go to a grade 9 prom this year. And then I’m going to after-party with Roy. And Hayley, Theresa and Brodie, you all can after-party with us too, and anyone else who’s cool. I’m going to need to find a dress though, mine from last year is baggy on me. So if you have a prom dress to lend to me, send me an ask, if it’s a size 2 or 4!! Thanks muffin-cakes. xoxo gossip girl.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll post a list of developments in my mother fucking community. (I didn’t swear enough in this blog, ha.)

Song of the Day: The Head and the Heart- Rivers and Roads

I love this song, Roy. Thank you.


diehardromantic: Can I have you? :-)

Yeah sure, man. ;):)


50% of me: "I love dresses and flowers and pretty things."
Other 50% of me: "I love tattoos and hardcore music and concerts and skinny jeans."


oswidge:

pick up line: please

(Source: growlithed, via unbless)



rabioheab:

*starts a mosh pit in the middle of math class*

(via neon-vagina)



chafing-nipples:

dangermat:

when bananas rot they secrete stuff that makes other fruit including bananas near them rot faster
that’s so fucked up that is murder suicide
bananas commit murder suicide

that’s pretty fucking metal

(via darrenmydisneyprince)


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