This is going to sound mildly depressing, but the downside of being happy is the lack of creativity I have. I used to be able to weave words together that didn't belong with each other but still brought forth so many emotions. But now. Now I'm happy. And dry. Completely out of any artistic abilities, besides my elitist music taste (which is still iffy). I just want to be able to write or speak and have my words bleed together like acrylics on a canvas. I just want it back. Maybe I should start up a journal again, even though it'll just be filled with what I ate during the day because that's basically all I do. Eat, sleep, sit, and go to class 10 hours a week. Occasionally I do homework. But let's move on.
Sorry that it's been so long, but my internet has not been working (I have the best landlord!!!!!!!...) But hey, let's take that as an opportunity to talk about my house(s?), roommates & lovely landlord.
My roommates and I got a new house for next year, yay. Hopefully we have a better experience there than we did where we currently live. We're in the same neighborhood (3 houses away!), but we're happy about that. Something about the ghetto feels like home. In our current house we have to deal with the faulty washing machine (it's like a freaking spaceship, I'm serious), extremely thin walls, horrible water pressure, uncarpeted stairs (which is a breeding ground for stomping), and (for me) one outlet. SIDENOTE, I have two powerbars plugged into one outlet. I'm living in a electrical trap!
Realistically, next year we're going to face the same, or similar, problems. Although, the stairs are carpeted, and our washing machine probably won't go crazy and knock detergent over that stains the floor (don't ask). We even have a backyard with a deck now! Sure, you have to walk through somebody's bedroom to get there, but hey, at least we have somewhere outside we can go on nicer nights instead of our current "backyard" which is just a driveway (and a goddamn skating rink for the last couple months). Our landlord seems a lot nicer than our current one, but I'm extremely wary. If you only knew what my housemates and I are forced to put up with...
We're planning on staying in this new house for the next two years at least, so we're excited to make it our own. In our current home we just have a "Birthday Girl" banner and streamers from mid-October, some "Smoking is Bad" posters by our front door, and a Justin Bieber pinata. Yep, you read that right. (For any of my housemates that are reading this right now, I hope you realize we're gonna buy a new pinata for next year, even if it isn't a Biebs one).
Anyway! If you have any scary housing stories, let me know in the comments! It would be fun to see how my house and experiences measured up.
2/7/12
12/16/11
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Despite it being the only good thing about winter, Christmas is probably the most hectic time of the year for me. Granted, it's probably the most hectic time for everyone, but as a nineteen year old university student, it's extra hard. You're responsible for buying your relatives and friend's presents instead of just signing your name along with your parents, you have to get through exams with a clear and focused mind (yeah, right), you have to be "interesting" at your massive family dinner because you're a "big time university student now, tell us what you've learned!!!!!!!" (no thanks), and above all, you have to keep calm when everyone around you goes crazy because you're the only sane one left. It's a tough time.
Today I went to Walmart with my best friend, Holly. It was a madhouse in there. Every single aisle was packed full of people trying to scoop up the remains of the deals that were happening last week, we could barely get through the shampoo aisle. TANGENT: Holly asked one of the employee's there to help her find a certain shampoo she was looking for, but while Holly was leading her to the aisle, she just turned around and walked away. It was completely unprofessional, not to mention extremely rude. Anyway.
The check-out lines were even worse than the aisles. Since it's not the "week of Christmas", not all of the cashiers were open so the line-ups were longer than normal. Wanna hear the best part? The screaming children in the cash directly beside us. Apparently these children's mother doesn't care at all when her children are screaming and crying bloody murder at each other in the middle of a public place, but I do. At each short, shrill scream, I winced. My shoulders and neck hurt from wincing so much. I was paying with debit, and I had to actually focus on "inserting my chip". If you're not going to raise your children to behave properly in a public place, please don't take them out. Or just don't have children, either or. This mother was so uninterested in anything her children were doing, I was baffled at the thought that she was actually a mother. Like c'mon people, get your shit together.
Completely different tangent than Christmas, I apologize. I was really trying to give this post a subject!
Anyway, Christmas is hectic. I still have to write and send out cards to friends in different corners of the world. I'm a procrastinator even in my spare time, what can I say? On the plus side, I'm completely done my Christmas shopping! Except for my brother, he is probably the hardest person I know to shop for. I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, and he said "world peace". Such a comedian. Oh well, that'll be my worry for a couple days. If anyone has any creative or new ideas, leave them in a comment!
Have a great Christmas, everyone!
Today I went to Walmart with my best friend, Holly. It was a madhouse in there. Every single aisle was packed full of people trying to scoop up the remains of the deals that were happening last week, we could barely get through the shampoo aisle. TANGENT: Holly asked one of the employee's there to help her find a certain shampoo she was looking for, but while Holly was leading her to the aisle, she just turned around and walked away. It was completely unprofessional, not to mention extremely rude. Anyway.
The check-out lines were even worse than the aisles. Since it's not the "week of Christmas", not all of the cashiers were open so the line-ups were longer than normal. Wanna hear the best part? The screaming children in the cash directly beside us. Apparently these children's mother doesn't care at all when her children are screaming and crying bloody murder at each other in the middle of a public place, but I do. At each short, shrill scream, I winced. My shoulders and neck hurt from wincing so much. I was paying with debit, and I had to actually focus on "inserting my chip". If you're not going to raise your children to behave properly in a public place, please don't take them out. Or just don't have children, either or. This mother was so uninterested in anything her children were doing, I was baffled at the thought that she was actually a mother. Like c'mon people, get your shit together.
Completely different tangent than Christmas, I apologize. I was really trying to give this post a subject!
Anyway, Christmas is hectic. I still have to write and send out cards to friends in different corners of the world. I'm a procrastinator even in my spare time, what can I say? On the plus side, I'm completely done my Christmas shopping! Except for my brother, he is probably the hardest person I know to shop for. I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, and he said "world peace". Such a comedian. Oh well, that'll be my worry for a couple days. If anyone has any creative or new ideas, leave them in a comment!
Have a great Christmas, everyone!
12/15/11
The Time Has Come
Hello, this is my new blog. Or first blog, if you don't want to count the numerous "blogs" I keep scraps of writing and the inner, fifteen year old me thoughts that I never bothered to let out. But that's not going to be this place, so don't you fear!
So let's just jump right into it, shall we? My name is Kayla (I typed Kyla, how awkward), I'm nineteen years old, and I live in Toronto (rather, I live in two separate towns outside of Toronto. More on that later.) I finally made this public blog to see how far I can get in the world of ""blogging"". Someone told me recently that blogs were just for stalkers and people with no friends, but I think he was joking. I just feel like I have a lot of thoughts I need to get out in an organized fashion, and clearly the internet was the best choice. And sometimes I have such random encounters with people who live in my town(s), that I just need to tell someone. (Or everyone?)
I was going to make a blog on Wordpress, but after trying to navigate the themes, settings, and tools, I gave up. There's a wide arrange of templates/themes, but that's all the customizing you can really do without giving your credit card information and signing up for a Pro Account. Here on Blogger, I can change font types/sizes, background colours, formats, etc. Plus, I'm familiar with Blogger. It's home.
So, come on in. Stay a while. Leave your thoughts in the comments and follow me if you're so inclined! I promise my posts will get better, because this is probably the most boring first post to ever grace the internet. But hey, I've gotta start somewhere.
So let's just jump right into it, shall we? My name is Kayla (I typed Kyla, how awkward), I'm nineteen years old, and I live in Toronto (rather, I live in two separate towns outside of Toronto. More on that later.) I finally made this public blog to see how far I can get in the world of ""blogging"". Someone told me recently that blogs were just for stalkers and people with no friends, but I think he was joking. I just feel like I have a lot of thoughts I need to get out in an organized fashion, and clearly the internet was the best choice. And sometimes I have such random encounters with people who live in my town(s), that I just need to tell someone. (Or everyone?)
I was going to make a blog on Wordpress, but after trying to navigate the themes, settings, and tools, I gave up. There's a wide arrange of templates/themes, but that's all the customizing you can really do without giving your credit card information and signing up for a Pro Account. Here on Blogger, I can change font types/sizes, background colours, formats, etc. Plus, I'm familiar with Blogger. It's home.
So, come on in. Stay a while. Leave your thoughts in the comments and follow me if you're so inclined! I promise my posts will get better, because this is probably the most boring first post to ever grace the internet. But hey, I've gotta start somewhere.
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