TRASH.

FUN FACT: I know none of you still use this, so I'm going to go ahead and get personal.


For those that didn't know or care, two weeks ago I moved to North Bay for university. I started classes today, and I already feel like a slacker who's not going to be able to make it through the year.


I crazy miss my family, which is weird, and my pets. And I miss my friends. All two of them, but whatever they were my life.


My roommates are pretty stellar, even though one's more socially awkward then I am, one's a huge slut and we made out at the bar one night, and the other one is never here, but we all get along pretty well anyway.


Funny thing is, I've actually not made any friends at Nipissing. All of the people that me and roommates hang out with are from the neighbouring school, Canadore College. They're really only friends with me and Brooke, the slutty roommate, because we met Eric, the theatre major, and Kristen the aviation major, at the bar and ended up bringing them home with us. Eric ended up spending the night with me, and Kristen stayed with Brooke. Since that night, which happened to be the first night, Kristen and Eric have both stayed over for three nights, and have been here at random intervals to hang out, mainly just because the Nipissing apartments are a lot better then the Canadore ones, and they love our gas stove for some reason, and Kristen always makes french toast and scrambled eggs, at all hours, which is kind of weird but whatever.


Somehow, when I got here, I thought everything would be different. That I'd make friends easily, that it would be so much different from high school. But it really isn't. I still only really have two friends who I can talk to you, just I live with them here, and the onlyother people I socialize with is a guy who wants to have sex with me. It's frustrating, because I always fall into a stupid pattern with guys, which basically is just that they use me for sex, and I end up developing feelings for them. I hate it, because even though I know that it's happening, I don't do a damn thing to stop it.


The only difference between this and high school is that I go to the bar a lot here, which doesn't even make sense since I'm not even nineteen. 

Oh, also, I've been drunk since last Saturday, which I should probably do something about.

FACT: I have no future.

Remember when I was all stoked to move to North Bay to get my bachelor of arts in psychology?

Yeah, that won't be happening anymore.

My application for a student loan was declined. And because my parents are so awesome, they spent all the money they had saved up for me for university on a new truck.

So between inheritance, and what I can earn this summer working full time, I have about ten thousand.

Leaving me five thousand short for my first year.

Accepting donations now.
Kill me.

Sigh.

I'm just overly sick of this right now.

It's too much like summer to be in school, which is probably why I only came to school for two periods last week, and spent the rest either at the beach or with this friend of mine that I haven't seen in years that decided to materialize back into my life. But anyway.

I have absolutly no motivation to do anything anymore. I just want to sit at home and beat Dead Space 2. And go camping, which I'm doing on Wednesday, which I'm rather excited for.

But, right, an actual topic for this post.

I am so stoked on the fact that I can drive.
Because I have my license, now I drive up to my campground every weekend on my own. And it's rather magical.

It's just so awesome to be able to drive however fast you want, music blaring, sun roof open, with the wind in your hair.

That sounded so gay, but honestly, it's the best feeling of life. Like you're totally free, that you can do whatever you want, and there is no one controlling you at that very moment.

I don't even know what I'm talking about, okay, bye.

JUST KIDDDIIIING.

What I'm going to miss about Writers Craft:

-Miss Feick talking to herself behind me every time we're in the computer lab (She's really loving her pen right now, if you were wondering)

-being able to write about random stuff and be told it's awesome (I wrote a version of Cinderella where she was in a mental institution.. WHERE ELSE CAN YOU DO THAT?)

-scrambling the night before to come up with something stellar (I don't know why I like working like that, but whatever)

-free stickers. Of crying children. Thanks Feick!

-her random sounds, which she mentioned while talking to herself.

-this blog. I'll probably be too lazy to keep it up, and since even now when everyone is supposed to have to read this, and they I don't, I doubt anyone would of their own free will.

That Awkward Moment When You Don't Know What to Blog About....

And this is all you can think of.

Enjoy. It's a cat in a sink.
Why?

Because I found it on tumblr, which is what I'm doing instead of this.

Pretty unrelated, but I got a job at Baden Tim Horton's.

I'm the new part time baker, baby!

Shoot me now.

Obama is the ultimate Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuffs are exceptional finders, in case you weren't aware.

 

"I've never killed any one, but I frequently get satisfaction reading the obituary notices."

                           -Clarence Darrow

I can understand being okay with Osama bin Laden not being around anymore, I mean he's kind of a terrorist who killed lots of people. But some people took it to far.
 

 Mainly, I'm just saying that because everyone is acting like him being dead means that there won't be issues with al Queda anymore. They're still here, and you're pretty much guaranteed that they already have someone who has taken the place of bin Laden. And now we've pissed them off. Sweet. And since I've seen videos and pictures from the celebrations, I don't think that they were acceptable at all. These people were partying like it was Marti Gras. I'M AWARE THAT THIS GUY WAS A GIANT A**HOLE, but really, celebrating like that is just going to piss al Queda off more, and then they're all screwed.

People were just all together to stoked on this and they probably weren't really thinking of the ramifications of what had just happened.

BUT WHATEVER, PARTY ON. I WAS STOKED ON THE NEWS TOO.





Who gave their child that sign?







I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.



Me Gusta.

First of all, I would just like to mention that I drove to school today for the first time since I drove into that kids Hummer and I didn't hit anything. That might have had something to do with the fact that there was only like six cars in the parking lot when I got here. But whatever.

Now that I've tossed some useless meme into here, I can get on with what I actually wanted to talk about.
Tumblr.
I waste my life on Tumblr.

It's basically a mixture between Twitter and a blog site, with more pictures. I don't even understand how, but it sucks you in whenever you go on it and pulls you into a never ending scrolling vortex of pictures and blog posts.
It's where I get all those creepy faces that I sometimes toss into my blog posts.
Anyway, it's awesome.
Make one.

Ferrari for Sale.

It's true.
But it just so happens to be made of yarn.
http://www.aolnews.com/2011/04/18/for-sale-one-red-ferrari-made-of-wool/

It took twelve miles of yarn to make, which is probably why the art piece is entitled "12 Miles of Yarn". Creative, no?

The artist, Lauren Porter, SHUNS normal knitting projects like hats and scarves, and thought that ten months of her life were useless enough to waste on building this atrocity.

It's life size, and to scale, but I'm really not impressed.
How bored was she that she figured this was a good idea?

But anyway, I chose this because I thought it was stupid. Who does this?
And I found it on Buzzfeed because I was too lazy to actually search for something.