lulumae

This day last year I was on a plane to Toronto. Today I'm fighting a headache (for the third day in a row) and looking at four chapters of economics homework.

This is not progress. This is the opposite of progress. Whatever that would be.

Last night was fun despite the lack of swimming. The CRD now patrols the lakes at night and gives people warnings and/or fines if they go swimming past dusk. Too bad, because all the stars were out and it was a beautiful night to go for a dip. I did get to the "Oak Bay Tea Party" fair where I proceded to win my friend...
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Hmm... just got invited to model fetish clothes for a pride week fashion show. Clear plastic, silver and white PVC. Should be lots of fashion and make-up filled fun.

Tonight I'm going to go ride a ferris wheel. Then go night swimming in a lake.

I can have a good time like the rest of them.

Ever have a really great day, and then in about two minutes, it all goes to shit with one little event that wouldn't have even happened if you hadn't tempted fate, and you feel like you have split personalities because you're in such a goddamned FOUL mood that you can't possibly be the same person you were just a couple minutes ago? Why can't I...
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I feel like I've reached one of those proverbial crossroads that everyone speaks of. Only I'm frozen like a deer in headlights and all I want to do is pitch a tent and camp out here, by myself, for a couple months. Then resurface and go about life with a new (and improved) outlook. It's like "encompassing procrastination".

I didn't realize it, but there's a...
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"Break-up rule number four... Don't stop thinking about him- not even for a second. Because as soon as you do, that's the second that you'll turn around and see him standing there."

-Sex and the City

So I'm back from the "Land of Living Skies." Pretty stressful trip, and even though I dreaded going (for many reasons, none of them including the fact that I got to see my very fabulous sister), I also dreaded coming home. I just had that moment of realization... what the hell am I coming home to? What's the point?

So I'm back from the "Land of Living Skies." Pretty stressful trip, and even though I dreaded going (for many reasons, none of them including the fact that I got to see my very fabulous sister), I also dreaded coming home. I just had that moment of realization... what the hell am I coming home to? What's the point?

It's been a rough couple of days. Tomorrow morning I fly out to visit my sister, but I'm having a hard time getting excited. Everything is just coated in a layer of grey sadness. This one goes out to that special baby of mine- I'll always be your own personal Suicide Girl...

XOXO

Ever have the sneaking suspicion that you've successfully made a life-altering decision... but here's the catch. It was the wrong one.

... sounds like something out of a horror movie, eh?