Dear Sleep,

Dear sleep,

  Hello, how have you been? I actually remember our past together, and I wanted to make reference to it. Remember in the good old days, how you would embrace me in your open arms and not let go? Remember how you cherished my visits, and commended themselves with stories full of mystery and the unknown. There was always a hero, a cute man with short blonde hair and a devil may care ambience. I was always the spit fire heroine who helped him save the country, or take over the world in my pinky and the brain phase.
 
  But than as I got older, things started to become strained. You started to toss and turn me, even fight with my ideals. We started to have tousles, fights if you will. You left me at night, and fell into the arms of another. Sleep, you have cheated on me. Like a late night T.V order bride, you are not what I was expecting. I wanted us to laugh, to hear your stories all night and be comforted. But instead you've gone to many another who are lulled into a false sense of security by your allure.

  Oh, I was good to you. I never used you too much, or allowed you too much work. I was gentle, and never moved around or fused. I let you take me every night sleep, and I just layer there and took it for I loved your touch so much. And you return to me a whore. Yes A whore sleep, one who plays around and visits many willing participants a night.  You have left me, but I realise now I am glad. Why this couldn't have happened sooner I will never know, but my mind feels dirty and sullen, like a used car. I have been for too many nightie drives with you, but now you are sharing the one thing I held precious. A good nights sleep

A due sleep, and I hope you get mind herpes.

- cheers

August 3rd

Okay, so, yesterday I got in big time trouble for Saturday, go figure. Well, truly it was not so bad, but worse than I was expecting. My punishment is guess this, I have to go on vacation. Yup, on vacation, that's it. For an entire weekend, oh noes! I am oh so afraid of this, I may never have a party again. Well no, I love parties. No more at my house, and no more drinking. I will stick to that, no more drinking till the end of grade twelve. I cannot mess up my final year with crazy parties, no matter how much I really want to. I need at least ninety in four grade twelve classes, that is a hard goal. If not I don't get into mGill, which is the best school for law on the east coast of Canada. Canada being a crazy bad ass country who's schools own all, minus Britain. But I'm British so hey, no problems here.

  Yesterday, I worked. Nothing new there. But, I forgot to mention the big spill! In our walk in freezer, there is a giant soup container. This was left half off of a shelf, go figure. One of my co-workers, Sahara, went to go get this lovely, probably like 100$ worth of soup container, and it toppled. EVERYWHERE. I have never seen so many things covered in yams since, a giant yam disaster, which I'm so sure has happened. Anyone, first of all it was not me, so I truly wonder who moved the soup. The soup mover is like Carmen Santiago, illustrious and impossible to find without geographical knowledge. Yeah that's right I went there.

  Oh, and me and my boyfriend watched cake boss, the guys illiterate. So illiterate. It makes me sad sort of. But he makes pretty cakes. The food network is addictive though, I could watch it for hours and not find it dull. I think its because it involves delicious food, and cooking. I really enjoy cooking. After the episode, and hardcore cuddling ( yes, it was hardcore. I stubbed my toe, and furniture broke. Fancy that eh?) I made the best macaroni and cheese of my life.

  Oh, than we went to emergency. My mom has a swollen bite on her face, which has yet to be identified. I think it's an infection. So did the doctor I guess since she got antibiotics for it. The doctor also said cell phones messing with equipment is a wives tale, HA. I KNEW IT. This makes me feel better for texting whilst I had a heart monitor on I must say. Go me!

- cheers

August 2nd

Today is my twentieth month anniversary with Zander. He is a pretty phenomenal man, and I love him to crazy large amounts. That being said, relationships are tough work. They require getting through crazy weird problems such as being too close, talking too much, finding a balance, and my favorite, agreeing with one another. That one is fun. I sometimes get paranoid and overly worry about the future, and if it should involve him, or if I am being dumb. I'm sure I'm just being dumb, and still pining over the fact I want him around.

 Another thought that crosses my mind is will my friends be around? Most, probably not. That's honestly just as worrisome sometimes, thinking I may have to loose everyone I know to gain momentum in life. Pretty sure everyone hates the idea of growing up, but I'm just afraid of it. Afraid to leave, but not wanting to stay. Weird combo. The future is a scary place, one I am not ready for. I am not ready to graduate, potentially leave Zander, or even to leave my town yet. I'm not ready to go off to university and redo that whole making friends thing high school has eradicated from my have to's and sposed' tas. I am wholeheartedly thinking about just skipping out on the whole ordeal, but I am not willing to give up my future. I am thinking too hard.

  So, to get away those thoughts, I shall write a list of things I wish I knew how to say in cat, for it would be useful:

- ankles are friends not food
- socks are thin enough I can feel your teeth below them
- stop tripping on your face, you look ridiculous, better thought, do so more.
- people are also friends not food, my legs, fingers, arms, hands, toes, and thighs would prefer not to have teeth marks, yeah k? 

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- cheers

About me :)

So, everywhere I guess has a start, even say Canada. We'll no Canada just sort of happened, this is more definite, like the revolts in egypt definite. Okay well anyhow the purpose of this is not to discuss world affairs or history, it's to discuss me, well, what happens to me. Gosh, now this is more of a self exposee, and a look into the world as according to moi, like a self medication, a way to release stress and harboured thoughts, hopefully in an entertaining and fuffilling way.
   
  I am a girl, I'm seventeen, and I live on earth. More specifically the best place on earth, which is a reference to where I live, and a city boast because I adore home. I love old movies ( think Stanley Kubrick era, I'm also fond of wes craven) some music, though very peculiar, web comics and literature. In my spare time I draw quite a bit, I occasionally write essays, and I read my little heart out, for I am awesome. I love Shakespeare, plays and horror movies, parkour, rubik's cubes and basketball. I'm an odd sort, and my life shows it.

  No real names are being used in my blog, so if I happen to rant to or about anyone, I wish them luck figuring it out it's them. Will it matter? Oh probably not, I don't expect a plethora of readers, maybe just a half dozen, that would be grand. The point is to release my inner most thoughts, and cultivate my passion, reading writing and hopefully amusement.