Fearless.

Umm...I would like to be you, just so you know.

And I'd also like to have your leather jacket.

Please & Thank You.

Curl Up & Die.

If I'm restless then why do I,
want nothing but to rest my soul?

Let's get: Natural.

I'm trying this new thing... I'm gonna see how long I can go without wearing any makeup on my eyes.
You know, give the ol' eyes a break; allow for my eyelashes to point in their natural, yet seriously abnormal downward spiral direction. And to also allow for the eyelash mechanics to do their job.
So far I've been natural, or mascara "sober", one might say, since Sunday. It's freeing, inexpensive, and it takes less time to get ready in the morning.
Hopefully people will get used to the fact that I'm not actually sick, I wasn't up all night memorizing Webster's Dictionary, I'm not dying of cancer, and I didn't just get dumped by my hypothetical boyfriend...I'M JUST NOT WEARING ANY MAKEUP TODAY, OK?!

Messy Life = Messy Room.

You know that you life is a mess when...

your garbage is over-flowing,
your bed looks like a tornado just passed through it,
the books you've been dying to read now have a layer of dust on them,
your desk is covered in t-shirts, dirty forks, and empty cups,
your little pile of laundry is beginning to look a little overwhelming,
and your homework/assignment planner is lacking "strokes".

Yikes.

Philosophy Hurts. Optimism Heals.

Something so hilarious just happened to me.

I started my Philosophy homework at 7 pm, it is now almost 9 pm.

During this time I read through all of chapter 8, and answered all of chapter 8's lovely review questions in preparation for the test tomorrow.

I was relieved to be almost done my homework before 9 pm, I mean, what an accomplishment!

And then I leaned in a little closer to the syllabus and saw in bold letters not a Chapter 8, but a Chapter 11.

Ohh...crap.

So what do you do in a situation like this?

Easy; Pack up your Philosophy textbook, sprint out of the library, watch Sex and The City with your closest friends, take advantage of your Chai Tea Latte solely for its caffeine, and say hello to the late night ahead of you.

:)

The Swan Princess.

Best fairytale ever. Gives me butterflies everytime. :)

Footprints.

After running around the streets of downtown Vancouver, I realized that this is what I want.
I want adventure. I want to be free, with nothing tying me down; no strings attached.
I want to see the world; explore every corner cafe, dip my toes in every ocean, ride every city-train, and run down every dirt road with my arms stretched out to the sky.
I want to meet the locals, eat what they eat, and live how they live.
I'm too young and free to not take every opportunity I can.
I'm absolutely in love with God's creation and I want to leave my footprint all over it.

This dream of mine also made me realize that the man in my future has to be 10x more adventurous than me. No, I'm not implying that I want to get married on the summit of Mount Everest and bungee jump off into my honeymoon...
I'm just saying that together we'd be the ultimate travel companions; in the dead of night we'd lie side by side on the middle of the interstate, the following morning we'd play tag in an Italian vineyard, in the afternoon we'd ride the world's scariest roller-coaster, then in the evening he'd take me snowboarding in the Alps.

Sounds like a plan!

PROUD TO BE CANADIAN  : )

Sleep sleep sleep.

Ever feel like you "slept" the whole night with your eyes half open? 'Cause last night was definitely one of those nights. Before my head hit the pillow I sort of told myself: by the way you've been procrastinating and lacking highly in the time management department, you don't deserve sleep. You deserve to toss and turn all night worrying about that J.R.R Tolkien book you've been putting off, and to have nightmares about the Thomas Aquinas quiz tomorrow, and to be forever haunted of humanistic consumerism's effect on education, ALL NIGHT LONG.
Hmm... I think I'm being too hard on myself. Maybe? Yes, no?
But despite this restless sleep I suffered through, I found myself air-guitaring and head-banging as I got dressed. And despite this restless sleep, I went absolutely crazy at the gym; never have I felt so excited to be on a treadmill. And after I wiped the sweat from my forehead, I found myself sprinting back to my dorm. Who does that??
Then I decided to watch Carrie Underwood's music video: Temporary Home. Which is when I unintentionally cried my eyes out.
Seeing as how eventful and bipolar my day was, I should just forever be an insomniac. It's good times for sure...
Anyway, this 2000 word essay worth %70 of my grade is beckoning me on over. Can't wait!!

Sunshine!

Now really, is that not THEE most beautiful thing you've ever seen in the middle of February?

Oh how I love the West Coast.

Happy Chinese New Year!

"You will continue to take chances and be glad you did."

Thank you, dear fortune cookie, I completely agree.