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.

Fun Facts.

Remember when I was all excited about getting my drivers license about a month ago?

Welll, after that, I drove to school e'ryday without incident, and it was awesome.



Then last week I drove into some kids Hummer in the parking lot and broke the joint that holds the tire to my car.

Now I don't drive.

Holi.

Last night, I discovered something magical.

What is this sorcery, you might ask?

WELL.
It just so happens to be Holi Festival, or Festival of Colours, located in Spanish Forks, Utah. It's a Hindu festival that welcomes in the spring. It also celebrates the miraculous escape of a young boy from a fire (one of their legends), and includes a bonfire on which they burn an life sized doll of the witch who dragged the boy into the fire in the first place. There's also live music, dancing, food... Basically the best thing ever.

Holi is celebrated all over the world, but the Festival in Spanish Forks is the largest one in the western hemisphere, and drew in more then 50 000 revelers to the event this year.

Now you might be asking, what's with the picture?
A highlight of the festival is when everyone in the crowd throws coloured powders into the air that get all over everything and make it even more magical.
How freakin' sweet is that?

Basically, it's a massive colourful mess, and I'm going next year.

Here's a link to a video about it. Seriously, go home and watch it. MAGICAL.

Future Future Future.

SIHRIOSNVMNDOTHKS<>S.

Now that that's over with.
Yeah, I'm freaking out.

My plans have changed a lot since the start of this year, even. At the start of the year, I was convinced I was going to go to college and become a child and youth social worker. Then I realized kids suck. But not actually.

What really happened was I took a law class to fill a spare. And it turns out I'm actually pretty good at it. So then I was like damn, I'm gonna be a lawyer. But then I was all "F*** that, lawyers are insane." Then finally I decided what I really wanted to do was be a criminal pyschiatrist, because really, how cool would that be? It's probably just because I watch too much Criminal Minds, but whatever. On that note, has anyone seen the new Criminal Minds Suspect Behaviour? If you haven't, don't. It sucks.

My next plan of action was to get as far away from New Hamburg as humanely possible. So my first choice school was Nipissing, located in North Bay, a nice little nine hour drive away from here. Then I got accepted, so that was even better.

And then I actually thought about it.

Next year, I am moving nine hours away from my family to live with three strangers. Possibly five.

Out of the hundreds of students who go to this school, I like about three of them. What are the chances that I'm actually going to get along with three randoms?

So yeah, I'm a little scared. But excited.

Next Year

So, in the spirit of travel writing, I'm going to write about the most recent trip I've taken: A nine hour drive to North Bay, Ontario to visit my future home, Nipissing University.


I journeyed there the Friday of March Break to see the sites and find out some more about the school. And it was basically awesome.


The scenery on the way up pretty much sucked though, there was a lot of construction and half built bridges going to nowhere. And I actually freaked out because there was no Inukshuks. I don't know if that's just a Nova Scotia thing, but when I was younger, if you passed any kind of rock on the side of the highway, there would be an Inukshuk built ontop of it.

OH MY GOD. On the subject of Nova Scotia scenery...

This was my favourite thing to see whenever we drove anywhere. It's been randomly chilling on the highway for my entire life.

But it was freezing. Which kind of sucked.

But during their information session, we learned many valuable timbits of information.
- Always carry something with you at night that can make a lot of noise so you can scare away bears
- If a moose runs at you, there's really nothing you can do to survive.
- The nearest zoo apparantly never locks the panther cage, so watch out for those.
- It's damn cold in North Bay.
- The campus pub will follow you on Twitter if you tweet about Nipissing
- The raccoons on campus are tame and you can pet them if you really want to....
- On the website, when they said town house dorms available, they meant cabins. Not good ones.
- Underage drinking is illegal, but they don't really care what you do.
-The campus pub does not mind tweeting underage kids about how drunk they are going to get in University
- Do not swim in the lake. There are snapping turtles.




So yeah.
I got accepted to Nipissing and am moving to North Bay next year.

Summer Journey

I would just like to mention that you skip more school then I do, Feick. SHAME ON YOU.

Every summer, me and my brother made a PILGRIMAGE.
Not just a road trip, but a pilgrimage.
With our parents, we drove countless hours from our hometown Meaghers Grant, Nova Scotia to the wondrous New Hamburg, Ontario to visit our grandparents. Then our parents would leave.
We did this every summer for about eight years, but there was one time when everything was different because we were moving.

So, as you can imagine, me and my brother weren't too thrilled about leaving our home of thirteen years to go live closer to our grandparents. We were giving up a 30 acre farm for a townhouse that didn't even have a yard. My mom was also severely unimpressed, mainly because she doesn't overly like my dad's family. But then the most upset member of our family in the car would have had to be Luna. My cat. She was never okay with car trips, and would always yowl for the entirety of whatever trip we happened to bring her on. To try and cure this problem, we went to the vet. And we got some medication that would knock her out, which in retrospect wasn't that nice of us, but whatever, she's annoying. So, as instructed, an hour before we left, we shot up our cat with some tranquilizers and put her in her cage so she could sleep through the journey. Of course that didn't happen. My cat had a natural immunity to tranquilizers, oddly enough, so it didn't knock her out, but it basically made her trip balls. Instead of having a yowling cat, or a passed out one, we had an eyes glazed over, gargling, yowling, rolling ball of fur.

Lets take an inventory shall we?
1  Pissed off mom
2  Pissed off kids
1  Cat that's high as f***
1  Overly happy dad that everyone wants to kill.

We weren't off to a very good start.

Then there was the car.
God I hated that car.
It was a two door Mazda something, with no air conditioning.
Do you know how bad a 21 hour car trip is in the middle of summer with no air conditioning when you're squished into the back seat with your moody brother and a high cat?
It's terrible, that's how bad.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that the radio was broken. But the CD player still worked for some reason.
Lucky for us my dad brought two CD's with him: ABBA and Queen's greatest hit CD's.....
21 hours. Actually, it was more then that. We stopped a lot, and my dad drives really slow. It took us two days.
Of ABBA and Queen.
I hated my life so much.

And this was before I owned an iPod, so the only thing I had to do was play Gambeoy.
Until my batteries died about an hour into the trip.
I wasn't paying attention to any scenery, because I'd seen it every summer and I hated it because it meant that I was going to be spending a prolonged amount of time with old people that yelled at me about food.

Another downside of this trip was my brother used to hate me. Much more then he does now. So every time I'd go to say something, he'd punch me. So I'd have to punch him back. And then it would just turn into World War III as we tried to battle each other over the cat cage. with Luna yowling away without a care in the world. The way my parents decided to fix this was by putting my brother in the front seat, and my mom in the back with me. Which meant I had even less room. But I could kick the back of my brothers seat without him being able to do anything, which was fun.

Basically at the end me and my brother were black and blue and everyone was angry.

The end.

Oh, So Many Choices..

I could be like Alenka, and write about the time we got plowed by a semi...
Or I could write about the time when I was in Cuba, and got lost, and ended up alone in a forest with a toothless old guy with a machete who kept trying to give me a crab.
Or the time when I was in Mexico and went to a local bar with a girl I met there, and how we ended up running as fast as we could away from there because we thought we were going to get raped (people really are sexist and creepy there... just saying).
Or the least interesting venture, the time when I was four and got stuck in a McDonald's play place (I was scared of heights...).


But I'm not going to because all those memories suck and I thought I was going to die during all of them.


Actually, what I want to write about sucks too.. Whatever.


When I was the ripe young age of fifteen, I had issues. And I liked piercings a lot.
So one day, me and a friend jumped aboard the summer school bus to go on an epic piercing journey. Which was our first mistake.
Unfortunately, the piercing place didn't open till twelve, so we had a good four hours to waste. I bought my brother a hat because I lost his in a mosh pit, but that's all I can remember doing.
FINALLY, the shop opened.
What shop was it, you might ask.
Well it was World Domination Tattoo and Piercing, which was the second mistake.
And the third and final, scarring mistake was when I decided that World Domination was qualified and a safe place to get my belly button pierced.
Most definitely wrong.

LOOK AT THOSE THINGS.

As soon as they put the clamp on, I got nervous. Clamps freaking hurt. Usually more then the actual piercing. Especially in this case, because the clamp slipped right off. When the needle was halfway through.They don't just slip off. They have these teeth like ridge things that prevent that from happening. But it happened anyway.

It made a nice little gash, which the piercer ignored, and he then said with a cheery grin "Well, I guess we're doing this freehand!"

So I was actually crying at this point, mainly because this guy was acting psychotic and I was bleeding everywhere. But whatever.

So he stabbed the needle all the way through. Unfortunatly, he did it on a slant and too far back because he no longer had the clamp or the marks he'd made before hand to guide him.

So I had this slanted, too far back belly bar that was bleeding everywhere. I told myself I would clean it, and take care of it, and eventually it would heal normally.

Yeah that was almost three years ago. It never healed. I took it out six months ago. I still have a gross red ring where it used to be.

But yeah.

LIFE ROCKS.

The past week of my life has been so awesome I can't handle it.

First of all, my friend Kelly, who's been my besty since we were eight, drove down from Toronto to visit me because we hadn't hung out since Christmas. Even though we spent half the time at a walk in clinic because she had the flu, which she infected me with, it was still a good time.

Then on Wednesday, I had my road test. I've had my learner's permit for two years, so I was pretty stoked on finally getting my license. I passed, so that was awesome.

Then on Thursday I got an email from Waterloo E-Learning saying I got accepted into my online course, which means I'll graduate on time.

And then yesterday my mom gave me a giant envelope that was addressed to me from Nipissing University, my first choice school. And I got accepted.


AWH YEAH.

Oh, and in eight days, I get to go see A Day To Remember, Bring Me The Horizon, Pierce the Veil and We Came As Romans with a bunch of friends from Milton that I haven't seen in like... Three years.... NO BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING, I'M JUST DYING OF EXCITEMENT.

MY NAME IS SKRILLEX

But not really, he's just awesome, and I've been listening to him all morning.

And something is really bothering me.

Last week I wrote a post about my life since grade seven... Inspired, I know. But one thing I remember from back in the day was that I loved From First To Last, and the lead singer Sonny Moore.

Does this little emo kid look familiar?

Anyway, one day I was talking to my brother about him, and I was like "Damn, what ever happened to him?" because he'd broken up with From First To Last, and had said he was going to have a solo career. He released a couple of songs under Sonny Moore and then dissappeared for like three years.

Then my BROSKI sent me a link to this guy Skrillex. And he was all like "Hey, I found Sonny Moore." And I died.

First of all, he wasn't a depressing little emo kid anymore. He was a crazy techno-y dubstep-ish guy. And he had stopped wearing makeup. Which is most definitly a good thing. And by first of all, I mean this is the only point I have.

Guess who inspired my haircut? Wheeee

Anyway, basically my point is Oh my god people can change a lot in a couple of years.

Let's Do The Time Warp.

UNRELATED: I burnt my hand with a curling iron this morning. It really hurts and I wish I would have put a band aid on it. Also, I DID NOT dress up for eighties day. If one more person says they like my outfit because of that, they're getting slapped.


To be honest, I don't know what decade I'd want to go back to..
Probably just from the sixties to the ninties, just so I could go back and still have rights as a girl...


The Sixties.
The first thing I would do in this time period is buy a Volkswagen Transporter Van. Then I would just be a hippy and run around protesting stuff. I don't why I'm attracted to this era, probably just because people actually cared enough to do things then?


The Seventies.
Mainly I just want to go to a disco. That's really it.. OH. And roller disco.


The Eighties.
Sigh. I suppose. I just think it would be fun to get dressed every morning like it was the eighties. Also, I just really want to know how they kept their hair like that...


The Ninties.
Yes, I would want to go to the ninties. I don't care that I was born in them, I was too young to care about anything that was going on. It would be freakin' amazing to be able to go back and see a Nirvana concert. Also, I like the style from the ninties. I guess I'm drawn to it because of the music mostly.




I'm really not in the writing mood, and this post sucks.


I changed my mind.

Instead of just going to those time periods, I'd just go on an entire history tour going ALL THE WAY BACK IN TIME.

If you haven't noticed from my Native footwear collection, I would love to be a Native, but it would be sick if I could just go back before there was anything really and just be able to live off the land and stuff.. Yeah, that'd be cool.

And because I've been reading other people's posts, I kind of want to go to the Victorian era. But only for a day, because I would rather not get murdered by a corset.

But yeah, I just love history so it would be cool to go back to just everything.

I'm a nerd.

Online School Survey

If you took an online course, you had to fill out a student profile survey with some information about yourself. I made mine slightly giggle worthy, I think.

Student Profile

Please answer as many of these questions as you can. Each cell will expand to hold your response.

Your Name	Tonja Doucet
Name of your guidance counsellor	Mr. Dertigener
Your Age	17
Email address of a parent/guardian if you are under 18 years old	Doucet_kathy@hotmail.com
List all the courses you are taking in Semester II	Law, Writer’s Craft Native Studies in day school, Advanced Functions in night school, and I think I’m taking Individuals and Families in a Diverse Society in online, but I’m not overly sure.
What is the best way/time of day to reach you? Cell phone number?	Email. At any time. I have five spares; I’m usually on the computer. I’m putting my cell number here, but I best not be getting any calls. 519-500-5303
What is your favorite television program?	AW YEAH, JERSEY SHORE, YEAH!
What is a recent movie you enjoyed?	Tangled
What kind of music do you enjoy?	All kinds. But mainly metal. Death metal.
What is the farthest point you've traveled away from home?	Cuba. Or Mexico. To be honest, I don’t know which is farther away.
What is your favorite place to be and why?	Home. I have no social life.
What is your favorite sport?	I despise sports.
What is your favorite food?	I like cookies.
To what organizations / teams / clubs do you belong?	I’m not a member of anything; I’m a seventeen year old sloth. I don’t DO anything.
What other country would you like to visit and why?	Jamaica. You know why. Or Australia, because they have hot accents.
Name someone you admire and describe why.	Katrina Mitchell. She has artistic skills. I am jealous.
What are two common activities you do after getting home from school?	Well, I get home at eleven, and usually sleep. Then I don’t really do anything. Watch TV or go on the computer…
What is a responsibility you have?	I walk my dog sometimes….
What do you want to do for a career?	Criminal Psychology
What is something about which you are curious?	How do English Angora Rabbits see?   Seriously.
What advice would you give teachers to better help students?	Really just never take me seriously.
If you could go back two years ago, what advice would you give yourself?	Don’t get piercings. They’re addictive; you’ll end up with 21 holes stabbed through your body. Also, you should probably have started going to night school and online school earlier, so you could have graduated a year early.
Describe your best friend.	The only person I talk to is Katrina Mitchell. She sucks less then everyone else.
What is something about which you daydream?	Last week, I was thinking about university. I got murdered, it sucked.

I needed another blog post and this was the best I could do...

Spring-ity Spring Spring.

I'm actually very indifferent about spring. It's a balance of love and hate, and it really just ends up cancelling out. For instance, I love rain. Adventuring in the rain is my favourite thing to do. But I hate mud. It ruins my shoes.


I love seeing all the birds flying around, all happy and junk, but I most definitly hate waking up every morning having to listen to them. I think I would be okay with it if I could just shut them off sometimes....


I can't really think of anything else....


But I guess the main reason I don't overly enjoy spring is because it seems like a filler season.. Like, everyone's usually sick of winter by the time spring rolls around, but they're really just getting stoked for summer. We're all getting ready to get into our shorts and t shirts and head to the beach and hang out with out school... Which just makes it depressing because then you realize you're still in high school for another four months. Ugh.

And the main reason I love spring is because that's when the place I camp at officially opens for the summer! Once it opens, I go up almost every weekend, since my entire family camps there, and also all the people that I've known for the past seven years of my life. Awesome stuff always happens there.



LIKE THIS! Entirely unrelated upside down picture WHEEE

OH, and it's my birthday on Tuesday. Buy me presents.

LIFE IN MOTION.

I feel like I'm missing a blog post.. I'm probably not, but I'm going to do this one anyway.

Do you ever stop and look back and yourself and see how much you've changed?

I was thinking about this today, because I had been talking with someone I used to be best friends with in grade seven but haven't really talked to since then, and she told me how much she loved the fact that in those five years, I haven't changed at all.

When she said that, I kind of laughed, because I feel like I'm such a drastically different person, but really, I am pretty much the same.

So, here is me through the years IN PICTURES. Laugh away.

Grade Seven

Oh, grade seven. This was the year I'd moved to Ontario, and I hated it and everything else pretty much. Please excuse the sweater. I had a weird thing about my arms, and would never wear short sleeve shirts. Actually, I still do that now that I think about it. Weird. But still no excuse for that terrible sweater, which I'm actually 90% sure I still have... Avril Lavigne and Ashlee Simpson were my idols, and I would play them on my awesome little walkman CD player thing all the time (I was too pov for an iPod back in the day). FUN FACT: I was actually smart in grade seven. I was in the advanced math class and got really good grades. P.s. I was practicing for Forest Glen Idol in this picture.. Anyone else remember the embarrassment of this forced contest?

 

Grade Eight

Ha. Look at that ear. Only one earring. Oh, how things have changed. Also, if you direct your attention to the right, you will find that I discovered eyeliner and became a pirate. No big deal or anything. This was the year that my intelligence bottomed out and I realized I wasn't really that smart. This was also the year I started getting into the whole piercing thing, by getting my second holes in my lobe pierced. Oh, and hair dye. For the majority of grade eight I had blue and red hair. The blue was more of a black blue, but it still looked pretty dumb and I'm not sure why I did it. I also cut all my hair off and pretty much had a boy haircut. There will be no pictures of that hair do.

Grade Nine            

Apparently, I was possessed by the devil this year. Also not a big deal. I was one of those obnoxious, loud grade nines that was always in the way. If I were to meet my grade nine self, I would probably punch her in the face for being so annoying. I didn't have much of a social life that year since all my friends lived in either New Hamburg or Drumbo while I lived in the booming metropolis that is Bright... I also got my first iPod, which I filled with only the most depressing music (i.e. Hawthorne Heights) that I can't even listen to now because it makes me want to kill myself. I got my first none ear piercing this year, my tongue, and went to my first local concert. I was unaware at the time that both of those activities were rather addictive. Hahaha oh god, I just remembered something about grade nine. I used to get people to pierce the top of my ear with safety pins outside between classes. I remember one time, I held a iced cap to my ear to freeze it beforehand.. I was dumb.

Grade Ten

Oh deary me. This was when I went all out on my hair, and had it a different colour every two to three weeks. I had moved into New Hamburg at this point, and was much less of a loner. As you can see, I was obviously still loving my iPod, and had pink-ish hair. Ever look back and ask yourself what the hell was I thinking when I put this outfit together? I'm going through that right now, because I know for a fact that I stole that shirt from my cousin Kevin, I'm probably wearing skinny jeans, because this was at a time where I hated my legs more then my arms and never wore shorts, and flip flops. I went to Cuba and wore jeans. I was retarded. Back to the outfit. Why the hell am I wearing a crown? Fun Fact: I'm trying to think of what piercings I got this year, and I really don't know.. I'm pretty sure I got an industrial, my belly button, and two nose.

Grade Eleven

Well, at least that year I became less of an emo kid. Unfortunatly, I became a giant sloth and didn't really care about anything. That year I got my conch (PART OF MY EAR!) pierced, my horizontal eyebrow, which rejected and it was sad, my vertical lobe, my lip twice, and two more nose. Now that I'm doing this post, I'm beginning to realize I never really do anything important or worth talking about... Dang. I'm also pretty sure this was the year that I convinced my parents it was utterly useless to keep worrying about me, and I pretty much just did whatever. OH, at the end of grade eleven I went to get my hair done, and they were supposed to dye it red, like how I have it now, but instead the chick thought it would be fun to dye my entire head bright red with two light pink streaks at the front. It was actually kind of cool for about a day. If you didn't pay attention to the fact that my hair would legit break if I tried to brush it. Then it turned orange, and I had to get it dyed black because she murdered my hair dying it that colour.

And currently

This is me and my mom. Evidently, I'm awesome. Again, I haven't really accomplished anything this year... Yet. I did get my medusa pierced though, that was kind of cool. Still going to concerts. Still rocking out, loving life.

And in five years, I'll make fun of who I am now.

Side note: The formatting on this post is terrible. I am entirely too lazy  to fix it, so deal with it.