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.