tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578656453317595102012-01-23T22:25:52.421-05:00A Journey Like No OtherEssentially Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03793456306791918153noreply@blogger.comBlogger5591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257865645331759510.post-20212314488452497452012-01-23T22:11:00.003-05:002012-01-23T22:25:52.436-05:00

Today I clicked on my blog URL (as I tend to do), and I got one of those non-sensical sites that talk about debt consolidation but have the words "journey" interspersed in it.Of course, my heart sunk. Where the hell was my blog?! All those years ... all those words ... gone? Only to be replaced by a photo of some model who seems only too happy to be placed in an ad that serves as the gravesite

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Sometimes I have this urge to just reach out and touch you. And not in a pervy way either. Like I just want to be able to touch your cheek. Or feel your forehead when you say you're feeling warm. Or just run my fingers through your hair. It feels so natural that I actually need to stop myself from making a fool of me. Because that's what would happen if I acted on instinct.It's my instinct. It's

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The theme for 2012 that I'm going to focus on is taking chances and repeatedly asking the question "what else is possible?" while being completely grateful for the things in my life and the place where I'm at. But, seriously ...What grand, glorious and magical adventures are in store for me in 2012???

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Tonight is the night I remember all of the things that make me hate this holiday.But, it's weird. It's not coming to me. I'm not remembering. Drawing a complete blank.This can only mean one thing ... it seems as though my feelings are evolving. This is the night I cry about what could have been or, in my mind, what should have been. This is the night that I look back on the year and wonder where

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For as long as I can remember, I have always been more concerned with how you wanted me to be than with how I wanted me to be.And not just you. You. And you. And the you behind the other you. You you you you you.Criticism.Instead of serving as motivation, wound up serving as another helping of whatever I could use to numb the negative self-talk that would just twirl inside around my head like a

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I'm putting dishes away. I'm organizing my book shelves. I'm putting on my bed freshly laundered sheets. I'm fluffing the pillows on my new comfy-cozy couch. Fresh flowers will grace the centre of the table. That picture frame will be moved just a touch to the right. What might seem like boring and mundane chores to you are just the things that excite me right now. There is nothing more

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Today should have been one of the most exciting days of my life.Instead, I allowed someone to get under my skin and make a home there. I'm not pissed about what happened. I'm not pissed that this person attempted to screw with me ... I'm upset that I let it stay with me for as long as I have and am. The day is nearly done, yet I still feel the weight of his words and actions upon me.I'm not okay

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I imagine us holding hands.I know how it feels when you kiss me. The tingles run down my spine as if you were there. I can sense the silliness bubble up between us when we're in bed.The nook on your shoulder is quite familiar with the shape of my head.My lips know what it's like to have secrets pass through them knowing that they're safe.I think of you and I smile. I smile at the inevitability of

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Things I need to buy:1) Furniture paint2) Contact paperThings I need to do:1) DIY projects involving above items2) Dance a happy danceIt still seems so far off, but it's hard to believe that in a few short weeks, I will own property. I will be given a key, not only to my new home, but to my new life. I will be independent. I will be responsible. I will be building forts in my new living room with

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This past week has been pretty horrible. I have been feeling like such a zombie, which is weird because Halloween isn't for like another couple of weeks.Never mind that we just had our Thanksgiving weekend in which mounds of food has been consumed. I know I keep beating this dead horse who, I swear, is rotting to the core, but I hate hate hate how my body bulges out so quickly even when I feel

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I hate that I'm dreaming about you, but in the context of your life and not how I want things to be.Aren't dreams supposed to be our chance to live out our fantasies or our life the way we'd like it to be and not the way it is?When even your subconscious mind is kicking you in the shin in the hopes that you'd see that living in this world that you've created isn't healthy and that until you stop

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Okay, so I made a mistake and feel like shit about it.I need to fix it because I've realized that losing your friendship is a truer tragedy than the state I'm in right now. I will make things right.

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I've noticed a trend in my life. When I imagine something as being inevitable, it always seems to come to me and this is especially true when I don't dwell on it. When I imagine something as being impossible, I am always disappointed that I was right. So from now on, I am going to imagine you being in my life even though you are not as I'd like you to be. We are friends, but that's not what I'm

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Maybe I'm being overly sensitive or my period thinks it's funny to see me wallow at least once a month, but today I felt old, fat and poor. Not a good combination!Old:The young crush I had referred me to his friend as "this lady" I work with. Call me old fashioned, but when I hear someone refer to someone else as "lady", I think of a woman in her prime years. Ugh. Stupid aging process.Fat:Three

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I guess seeing as how it is September 1st, this should probably be the last entry of the Summer Series. I had fun playing virtual dress-up again, and hope to make Fashion Friday somewhat of a regular occurrence. Big surprise at ending it with a gray outfit. Whatever. I am who I am! But, on a more serious note, how freakin' cute is this outfit?? And how much restraint do I have not pairing it up

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It's that thing where you are certain you are happy just as you are and then you realize that it doesn't matter that you've bought a new condo and are getting ready to prepare your new home because no matter how many things you fill it with, it will just be an empty shell if you have no one to share it with. It's that thing where you are satisfied and proud of yourself for your advancements and

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Here's the thing. I'm finding that I'm loving the one-shoulder style and belts. Could be because that is what is in right now, but i'll pretend that the outside fashion world has nothing to do with what I'm liking right now and that it's because I'm completely unique. I'm pretty sure J.Lo wore something like this only in aqua. Oh, how I love this dress! I love the half belt and how it cinches off

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The one thing that I will always be sure of is that we're not alone. Even when we feel like there is no one who gives a shit, we're not alone. Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time to do all of the things that I want to do. Even though there are galaxies upon galaxies of lifetimes out there, time feels fleeting. If I ever feel like I'm not living the life that I want or that I've not yet

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I'm pretty sure women were born with the marriage gene. I mean television has made entire shows based on planning weddings or even just picking the right dress. There is an appeal there ... it's what we want, it's almost what we strive for, it's something that we really do think about as children. So why not cash in on this marriage concept? Good call, television. Though this gene is something we

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Twitter is something I joined back in 2008. I cancelled the account because I didn't really see the point in it and didn't really see my purpose for it. I re-signed up for it in March 2009 for much different reasons than 2008. My purpose for it was still not yet defined. I know that with a limited number of characters I wanted my tweets to be interesting. And maybe raise a couple of eyebrows.It's

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You can't get more girly than a dress with pleated folds. I'm not a fan of the pleat on pants (I feel as though it unnecessarily makes my thighs look bigger), but on a skirt it's pretty cute. These dresses are pretty similar. I feel like the first one with the polka dots, plunging neckline and capped sleeves is a little more informal than the second dress. Also, I'm pretty sure the material of

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You gotta love them, right? I mean YOU PICKED THEM to be in your life, so you kind of HAVE to love them for who they are.I’m the type of person who will say things like they are. I’m not a bitch about it, but will also not tell you what you want to hear. This has gotten me in some sticky situations, but more often than not, these people will continue to seek my advice (or in the least, confide in

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I really like this outfit, but I think I need to quit the neutral tones. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks and I haven't published it because I can't think of what to write for it. Yes, it's beautiful and all the lines seem to flow from the shoes to the skirt and right up to the shirt. It's just so predictable. I keep choosing lines that compliment each other and, while that's

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I am going through some major cookie hangover symptoms. And, yes, there is such a thing. I would know. Unfortunately. These symptoms include various instances in which I believe I am going to vomit (I guess this is where the expression "toss your cookies" came from, huh?), major stomach pains as well as just general discomfort in the torso region of my body. I'm pretty sure it's not an allergy

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The weather outside was the perfect amount of sunshine on my face and wind through my hair. It reminded me that, even though we're still in the thick of it, the days of summer were dwindling. It put a picture in my mind of white transparent drapery flowing into the room as though threatening to escape the curtain rod. It reminded me of ghosts. It reminded me of ghosts not yet passed. It reminded

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I'm a bit of a Jersey Shore junky. Sort of.This happened completely by accident and through NO FAULT OF MY OWN. I started watching this show last summer when they were in Miami. I had nothing to do. Channel flipping was boring. And these guys were fucking ridiculous I couldn't not watch the train wreck. I went through a bit of a Jersey Shore hiatus when in Season 3 when they were back in Seaside,

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I'm a little bit in love with this outfit. And it has everything to do with the purse. Purse? What purse, you say? Your eyes do not deceive you, my friend, for that is not a New York newspaper that you see but, rather, the cutest Kate Spade clutch (and the fact that it's on sale and I have no way of getting it to me makes me want to cry) to ever come into existence. And yes, I may have found

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Doesn't this outfit just scream polo match or some equally fancy sporting event in which sipping a glass of chardonnay wouldn't make you look like you don't belong?I'm totally digging the ruffles on the dress which is why I wanted to further enhance them with the beige ruffled purse. In case you haven't noticed, I like to coordinate my fake outfits (I'm hoping that this will encourage my real

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Seems I'm heading towards some sort of a trend here with the bold colours and the off the shoulder goddess look. Yes, I said goddess. I'm that sure of myself when pulling together make-believe outfits.I'd go so far as to call this outfit bold on account of it's all ONE colour! What does this outfit think it is? The ice cream man? Yes ... a sexy goddess-like ice cream man. An ice cream man that

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I'm on summer holidays now and dreaming of a world where I can comfortably wear certain fashions without feeling like (a) a cow, (b) a horse or (c) a cow who has eaten a horse.Yes, my self-esteem is sky high these days. I've brought back the fashion on this blog. It will definitely be a regular occurrence and will be featured on days other than Fridays because I'm bored and I forgot how fun

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I'm not sure why it happens, but it just does. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm not consciously trying to attract men who are unavailable. It just seems to happen that way. I'm less nervous around unavailable guys and maybe that makes me attractive to them. Because I'm being me or I don't care or whatever.He was just my type. Tall. Scruffy beard. Oh so cute. But that's where it ended. In tow, was his

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Only 9 posts in six months?? This blog has made a wrong turn into Patheticsville.I am still here. I'm also reading past posts and not really liking the direction in which this blog is taking. I mean, sure, it's a blog about my life, so I can only really write about the things that are my day t0 day ... but, still. If I keep writing about my struggles, then maybe they'll never go away. Maybe I

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Is it possible to be hungover from too much food? Good Lord, I feel like shit right now. The worst part about it is that I keep going back for more. More Skittles. More Nutella. More of whatever carbs are lurking behind these days. It's funny what a week of no physical activity will do to you. Or more specifically, me. Today is Monday (but it feels like Sunday). Next week, I begin a three month

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A couple of weeks ago, I was at an inservice for work and met up with a few colleagues that I had worked with in the past. One in particular was there with a guy who she presently worked with.He was pretty cute.I automatically assumed that because of this, he would not be interested in me, so I completely wrote him off. Instead, I texted a friend on her way to the inservice and said, "There is a

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It kind of creeps up on you. One minute you're driving and the next you're turning into a convenience store because you want to buy chips and dip. Only it doesn't really creep up on you because you haven't been able to get the thought of devouring a full bag of chips with a jar of dip out of your head since yesterday. And before you know it you're parking your car and getting out of it. For a

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I'm still here and I can't believe I let the entire month of March go by without one single post. It doesn't seem like me, but here I am drifting.Thank you to those who were kind enough to drop me a note to let me know you're there or you understand the struggles regarding my last post. It meant a lot.As for the struggles, yes it's still one I deal with. Some days are better than others. Some

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I have to stop being delusional. I think this is part of the reason why I keep repeating the same mistakes. I'm running out of bandaids ... I need stitches.Lately I've been doing well with the weight loss thing, but this wasn't a particularly great weekend. I beat myself up too much and then to retaliate, I eat when I'm not hungry. I have been craving chips for a few days now, but I haven't given

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2011 has been off to a pretty good start. I've lost a total of 13 pounds since the start of January by way of a combination of being disgusted with my self and working out and watching what I eat. I have had many a slip up. Many. A slip up. So to be able to say that I've still managed to lose this weight DESPITE the fact that I gorged on food as though I were on my last meal at death row? That's

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You know that my idea of a perfect time is snuggling under blankets engrossed in a book while silently sipping on some loose leaf green tea. You understand my mind and the thoughts that are housed in there. You challenge those thoughts sometimes but never to make me feel small. You help me grow. You compliment my humour and never seem to miss out on a "that's what she said" moment. It never

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Every so often I get a glimpse of a memory of you.Sometimes that's enough to help me realize what I don't want in life. Sometimes that's enough to make me realize what I'm missing. Sometimes that's enough to make me wonder why it feels like I found you in a dream.I guess memories are funny like that. Once someone is gone from your life, it's hard to remember a time where they felt real. Even the

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Oh, hey.Before you panic or roll your eyes, this isn't a post about my resolutions for the year and what I plan to accomplish. I've made my own list old-school style: written down in my journal.I start back with work tomorrow and as much as I enjoy the break, sometimes I just wish I wasn't away for so long because it truly feels like I've been gone forever. It's enough of a chore to get my ass in

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So, it's been awhile since I've written one of these things. I'm still alive. I still write meaningless dribble on the internet (see: twitter). The year is almost over and I am left contemplating my existence once again for the past year.Let's see, what have I done ... I went on a vacation in March. I successfully completed a year at my new school. I made great new friends. I've kept in touch

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I'm starting to feel like this blog is my therapist. I'm going to stop using it as my pillow that I cry into because it's just getting ridiculous. Truth is, my life isn't so bad. I've got great friends and family that I get along with. I have fun. I laugh a lot. A lot. I do things that make me happy. I procrastinate as hell, but it helps me do other things I love. Like read. And imagine. I've

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On my planning time, I relish the silence (except for my teaching neighbour who is barking at her grade 1 students for one reason or another). My kids are in the library and here I am writing in my Yahoo! Mail inbox, a message that will be sent to myself for safe-keeping, because internet blocks at my work means I can't access blogs and have no way of recording these thoughts in my blog drafts.I

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It's been so long since I've posted on here in a consistent basis, that I look through my archive and wonder how I managed to have so much to say. The past two months I've been pulling one post per month. And I come on here all the time. I just don't have anything to say. Not for lack of things going on in my life either. There is always plenty that goes on in my life. I just have no desire to

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Today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada. Today means a day off from work, time spent with family (hopefully not forcibly), and a chance to reflect on the things we should be grateful for.It's been awhile since I've written a decent post, so why start now? Instead, I give you my grateful list in no particular order:1) Sight to read the many books that I own and continue to buy.2) iTunes for helping me

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If you look hard enough, there is always a rainbow.

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I feel as if my life has become one big waiting game. And half the time, I don't even know what it is I'm waiting for.I'm just tired. Tired of walking and getting nowhere. It's like I'm living on the treadmill of life. My legs are moving, but they are not bringing me to where I need to be. I'm tired of my brain fighting my heart. Just exhausted of the constant tug-of-war that is going on inside

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Right.So, I've finished all levels of Angry Birds.Taken more pictures with my phone and edited them.Exhibit A:Exhibit B:Exhibit C:I know they are a little rough around the edges, but I'm not getting paid to do this. Just something I enjoy.I have exactly one month left until I have to go back to work. One month is a lot. And it's too little.I will try and make the most of it. Do more things. Every

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Very much in love with the iPhone 4. I totally recommend people get it, even the BB snobs.Been loading up lots of apps and have about 9 different photography apps that edit the pictures amazingly well for a phone.Been doing a lot of picture taking and using the apps to edit them. Been pretty much ignoring all of humanity since Friday.Also, ANGRY BIRDS. It's this completely fun and ADDICTIVE game

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Totally got a new iPhone 4 today.And for 500 dollars less than the asking price.I totally rock.

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Why would Apple only send limited numbers of iPhone 4's to the stores??? I didn't realize I needed to camp out in order to get one before noon. Sold out?! Hey, Apple, I know that Canada's population is significantly less than that of America, but could you please send more than a handful of your products next time?I called a bunch of other stores and they all gave me the same story. Either there

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I'd do him.

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I've decided to join in a challenge. A drawing challenge.One drawing a day for thirty days. I think this is doable. Pictures are enhanced by way of computer technology. Some lines seem darker than they really are. C'est la vie.First challenge:Doing this for fun. It's not my best work. Just passing the time ...

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I re-joined Twitter because of you.I knew I was losing you and whatever foundation of friendship that we had built and I panicked. I didn't think I'd ever talk to you again. You never blogged. You stopped reading blogs. I had no ties left with you.I had no intention of returning to Twitter, but I felt like it was my only bridge to you. The one chance I had left. So I opened up a new account.And,

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So lately I've been Facebook stalked by this guy I met four years ago at a friend's wedding. We were both in the wedding party and he was my partner. He's much older than me (9 years -- yeah, that's "much" for me). We got along great but there was no spark. For me. There was for him.And he made sure he told me so. Even though his girlfriend was also at the wedding. He told me not to get the "

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Cleaning said office and I came across a card (not Hallmark) that had a really nice sentiment written in it. So, I decided that it would be the perfect card that I could give to a friend who needed something uplifting to read. And I still have it 4 years later. Thanks, self.Date given: October 7, 2006.Outside of card: Follow your destiny. Wherever it leads you.Inside of card: Essentially Me,There

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My summer vacation has officially started. I know how time can be fickle; passing by like a flash. I also know that I can easily spend my days in the house reading all the books I've been meaning to read. I am not going on any big vacations this summer. Nothing is planned and I kind of like the idea of saving a bit of money. Besides, I'm not totally against the idea of going to Vegas over my

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In 2001, I took an Urban Historical Geography course for my undergrad. I came across an exam I had to write for that course. I got an A on it. I don't think it deserved an A. Now that I'm a teacher, I'm more critical. I probably would have given it a B.I don't even remember writing this exam. Not only that, I don't even remember the concepts I wrote about. It's like I never took this course or

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(This very short story that I wrote in high school completely highlights the fact that I watched far too many soap operas or read too many novels that featured Fabio on the cover of them.)There was almost something magical about this place. I could not quite pinpoint what it was; all I know is that it left me with a feeling of total bliss. Maybe it was the cobblestone streets and how each piece

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You guys are in for a serious treat. Well ... I think so, at least. You, on the other hand, might think it will be sheer torture.The thing is, I'm cleaning house and I came across some VERY OLD high school English assignments that I completed. I'll be honest with you, looking through them, part of me wonders if any of it is plagiarized (quoted of course -- *shifty eyes*). Either that or I really

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The best way to never be disappointed? Don't expect anything from anyone.This is what I keep repeating when I'm trying to convince myself that I have every right to be disappointed.Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.Expectations are a dangerous thing. They lead you down this road full-speed ahead and it's so hard to stop. It's this road where everything is as it should be in your head. A

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OH HAI.Guess who's doing P90X again?? Again? HAHAHA! I say again as though I've done the program before!! I'm funny.Anyways, Day 1, bitches. Chest & Back, Ab Ripper X. Starting now.

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You know how when you sometimes touch a person accidentally you might get some sort of shock that runs through your spine and people think oh holy fuck that's what love feels like -- intense and coursing?I don't know if I buy that. I think that love feels as if your body or your touch is just melting with the other person's body or touch so much so that it feels like you are not even touching ...

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I met this guy this year at my school. We work together and in our daily interactions, I got to know him. He's super nice. Like ridiculously nice. He's professional and has always been there to help me when I needed it or to give me great advice. He's funny. And my attempts at making him laugh are just so I can see his awesome smile. Oh, and that smile? I swear it lights up the room.He's smart.

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Hi, my lovely people.I'm still here. I have a crazy workload right now, but the good news (for me) is that my summer vacation begins in a couple of weeks.This means lots of air time on this blog has the potential to be had. You'll all get to take a glimpse into my neurotic head almost daily!! I'm raring to get back on the P90x wagon and it makes me sad to think that had I stuck with it, I'd be in

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I started playing in a baseball league. Well, league is a bit of a stretch. There are games and tournaments and I think in the end there will be a winner, but it still seems like a stretch.So far we have had three games and so far we have lost all three games. The second game was a bit of a disaster. Today's game was lost a bit more gracefully ... we held our own.I have yet to make it home. In

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I know I'm losing touch with myself when I bury myself deeper in the world of the web.I have been drowning in Facebook. Looking at photos and wondering if they really are as happy as they'd like for me to believe. Playing stupid fucking games like Family Feud and Bejeweled and Deal Or No Deal because everyone loves a guessing game.The only access I've been allowing into my little bubble are the

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... the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,My procrastination. I need to finally and fully embrace this about myself.My metabolism.The length of my bangs. For the time being I cannot change the fact that when worn down, I feel as though I have a mullet.Chocolate will never be a healthy food choice.I'm not a morning person. Why I set my alarm clock for 6am so that I can get a head start

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As much as we can complain about their appearance, at some point or another, we will fall under the spell of the Ugg. Because really they are quite cute and, more importantly, super comfy.And now that it's not so strange to see someone wearing them in the summer or spring time, there is no excuse to not own a pair.Especially when one can get a pair for $30 less than the original discounted price?

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The problem with being everyone else's superhero is that you don't have time to be one for yourself.That mask is meant to be a sign of strength. But what if it's just a defence mechanism used to hide your own insecurities?Even superheroes have flaws. Weaknesses. But, you can't be super, if you look like everyone else. And you definitely can't assume that people will want you to help them if they

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I just found out my little cousin is getting married in October.I'll admit that as soon as I heard the news, my stomach did a very microscopic flip.I have a pretty much non-existent relationship with her. We didn't really know each other for a very long time because of silly familial disputes, but we made up for it in our early teen years. We were actually pretty close, but I always felt that

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Man, do I have a lot of explaining to do.On the one hand, I love my new MacBook, but that is neither here nor there. Focus.Guys, I fucking suck. Even having put it out there for the universe to see, I still cannot hold true to my promise. BLECH. I'm ashamed and I'm sure you are looking at me and thinking, "Poor failure girl always failing."And even if you're not, it's what I'm thinking.I went to

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Wow, it's May and my last written post was in April.I have an excuse. I caught my laptop smoking cigarettes and had to punish it. Okay, obviously not true, but there was a decent amount of smoke coming out of it. Now I'm no computer expert, but I'm pretty sure that falls under the umbrella of Things That Should Not Happen To A Computer.Anyways, I've got a brand-spanking new computer that I adore.

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I'm going away this weekend and will not be able to resume the P90X project until Sunday.So, what's my excuse for not working out today?Don't ask.

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Technically Day 3. But I didn't work out yesterday. And if it wasn't for me being accountable on this here blog, well then there probably wouldn't have been a work out today either. So, yay you! Because you obviously matter more to me than I matter to me!Today was arms, shoulders and abs. Sharbs. Tee hee, I make stupid jokes when I can't type.I said I would do Day 3 in addition to Day 2, but Day

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I'm tired but for some reason my body refuses to shut down and retire for the night.Why am I forcing myself to stay awake? I've been dealing with some strange feelings lately. Physical strange and mental strange. Emotional too. I just feel like something big is about to happen. Not sure with what or if it will even have anything to do with me. Something is on the brink of coming into being,

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Warm nights approaching means I like to keep my window open as I sleep. I also like to keep my door closed.This poses a problem.You see, with the window open, the breeze enters my room and, sometimes, at an alarming rate. When this happens, my door jerks on its hinges as if someone is on the other side desperately trying to come in. It's all very door handle jiggly.When I am awake and aware, I

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I feel like throwing up.I'm sure that means success in the fitness world. I decided that since I started Day 1 twice, that I would start on Day 2, but that really it would be Day 1. Did that make sense to you? Because I'm feeling a little dizzy. Success, right?!No, I'm okay. But every time I type a sentence, I need to make sure that my fingers are on the right keys or else my sentences all end up

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That I may possibly regret.I have had the P90X program since October.I have started Day 1 approximately twice. And I did Day 2 once. And that's where it ends.I really would like to make this commitment and do this program for a full 90 days. Hell, if I could be in a dead-end relationship for the better part of 7 years, then why can I not do this? FOR MYSELF??I know, right?Truth is, I suck at

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Remember how I said my brother sent me an email with a dating site attached to it? What I failed to mention was that it's a Christian dating site. Which is fine, I suppose, if you want to date a virgin.At first I kind of laughed it off. But then I thought what could be the harm in checking out the site? What's the worst that can happen? Signing up doesn't mean a marriage in the eyes of God, right

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I think today is like an epiphany day for me. At least that's what I'm going to tell myself.You know how there will be a scene in a movie where the main character is rooted in place and all the scenes around them are spinning like a vortex and that person is just there kind of like in the eye of the storm?Yeah. It's been one of those days.I'll blame my period for making me cry during a movie

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I've been doing a lot of reading lately. Haven't been journaling as much as I used to, say around this time last year. But I've been doing a lot of reading. Mainly spiritual type reading. I don't want to say new age because that sounds a little too Tom Cruise-y for my taste.But I've been reading many books by Wayne Dyer, Louise Hay, Esther and Jerry Hicks and my all time favourite, Mike

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I watched Julie & Julia tonight and it kind of made me wish that my blog had some sort of theme instead of it being just a place where I place my inane thoughts because really what publisher would want to publish a book of inane thoughts?At least if I had a theme, a publisher would see some sort of focus ... on food, let's say. But that's been done and done and done and just when it seems it

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I have to be honest with you.I wouldn't be caught dead wearing this. Sorry if I misled y'all.

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I just ordered this beautiful summer bouquet pendant with a coupon from this lovely store that I mentioned in this post.Thank you, Sarah! I cannot wait to wear it!

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1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?Technically my paternal grandmother, but luckily my maternal grandmother has the same name as well, so nobody felt left out. Apparently, it was mandatory to name your children after your parents, or else the wrath of the wooden spoon (and 10 years of being ignored) would be felt. Being Italian gives me the warm, fuzzy feelings sometimes.2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME

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"I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. Only I won't because that's gross. I'll go with the cow instead.""You can't eat cow. You can't eat any meat today.""Well, why the hell not? I need some meat to mask the taste of these steamed vegetables.""That's what butter is for. Besides, it's Good Friday. No meat today.""I don't think Jesus would mind. He's got other things on his mind right now.""Can't you

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Shooting stars are so cliché.I mean, they aren't even stars really. It's just pieces of debris floating in space that just happen to make their way through the Earth's atmosphere.How fucking fantastic is that?So if you ever see a "shooting star" and think, "Oh, hey, let me make a wish," it's a big fat lie. You are wishing on debris. Debris ... space garbage.And who wishes on stars anymore, really

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Even if I make my way to my favourite bookstore with a purpose, I always manage to peruse the aisles, checking out what new books are being recommended, thumbing through beautifully manufactured journals, or just aimlessly wandering around because there's nowhere else I'd rather be right in that moment.Yesterday, I found myself looking through the gift bag and card aisle of Chapters.I needed to

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Spring conjures up a lot of images for me.It's the celebration of new life, rebirth and a new wardrobe. Okay, that's unreasonable of me to say. Clothes aren't born, right?Well, how about just new jewelry? Yeah, much better. Especially when you feast your eyes on a site I've been introduced to.LuShae Jewelry. This is the place to be. This site has beautiful stuff. I mean beautiful.One of my

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Inspired by this.I'm lying in bed slowly waking up partly because there is a stream of light, that my closed eyes can no longer ignore, forcing its way into our room through the blinds that you installed but didn't measure properly (even though you insist that it was the company's fault) and partly because my body is slowly becoming aware of the fact that it is not completely covered by our

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I've just returned from vacation and it's funny how a little time away makes you realize how much you miss home.This truly was a vacation. There was no site seeing or waking up early to meet site seeing appointments. It was a very chill week.I read. I actually finished a book (which I highly recommend). The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson (a fellow Canadian - who knew), which managed to bring me to

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My report cards are due Tuesday tomorrow, so I figure now is as good a time as any to write a post!Ahhh, my procrastination, IT'S ALLLIIIIIIIVVVVE!!!Anyway. I was on Facebook, as I'm known to peruse from time to time, and I came across an update from a friend that she reached a new high score on Bejeweled Blitz. You know that game? The one where you have to match up three or more jewels to score

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The Olympics are over ... I can't believe that they only started 17 short days ago.They definitely ended with a bang. An inflatable beaver bang. But seriously, did you see all the inflatable giant vaginas, I mean, beavers?? How awesome was that??I have to say that the closing ceremonies were pretty good and it just solidified the pride that I have for my country. I mean, Catherine O'Hara? Michael

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