Here comes the sun. It's alright.

My budgies have always been the ones to cheer me up whenever I am down. For some reason I never expected to ever have to sit down and cheer them all up in order to make them sing again.

You think you know me sir.

You bring out the monster in me. You know who that monster is? It's you. Reincarnated in me.

You know nothing about me. Or my "little world." Nor do you legitimately try to really understand anything about me or my life. You don't even see the tip of the ice berg. All you see is a mirage created by your own eyes. Every glance you take at me, every sound wave of my words that travel to your ears, I can tell is registering through your brain like a computer, analyzing everything. I am not a computer virus. I am not the weather. I am your daughter.

When can you throw me out in the streets you say?
Isn't that what you used to do to old computers, and old weather equipment when you get sick of them, and they don't suite your lifestyle anymore? Right. You throw them out on the streets. I am well more than sure that if mom wasn't around that would be the first thing you would do. Which is why I have such a deep rooted anger towards you. This is why you bring out my inner monster. Because I know the only love you have for me is because my mother loves me, because you are expected by society to love me, because she would hate you if you threw me away. But you, yourself, her aside, could really give two damns about me. Don't worry. I'll be well out of your life soon.

Ok that's it!

When the hell did the frown clown eat my pie and give me candy corn? Time to pump the volume up on the vibe controls.

What is the next step?

I'm so used to my life moving fast paced. School is so slow. What do you do when everything seems boring? School's boring. Partying's boring. Home's boring. When I'm with you everything is so fun. Sleeping is fun. Waking up is fun. Eating is fun. Showering is fun. Fun is fun. I'm so in love with life with you that everything else is now boring haha. Except for maybe snowboarding. One more month and some. Life will be hella rad :)

Snowboarding taught me something important.

Fear gets you nowhere.

All I can think about

is how much I love you.

Materialism is only good for one thing:

Wiping my ass.

People always tell me that my blog is dark.

If I make my background neon pink, will that brighten your day?

Less party. More bullshit.

I'm sick of being just associated with "PARTY" and "PHOTOS" when I'm in Saskatoon. Perhaps I just want to veg out, hang, watch movies, snowboard, skateboard, go to an art gallery, listen to a good hip-hop album, go on a random road trip.........anything bro.

Winnipeg it's been 2 days and I miss you already.
I miss my babe. I miss my crews.

Ticks and tocks.

The past is gone, the future ain't here yet. Live now.

He

Never gets tired of cuddling.
Motivates me to push myself harder.
Never gets mad at me.
Is always down to try new things.
Never gets sick of being around me.
Is the most honest person I know.
Always helps me when I need it.
Sold his macbook to come see me haha.
Messages me good morning when we're apart.
Also messages me good night.
Returns back massages, and puts cold patches on my back when I'm gibbled.
Always holds my hand.
Bear hugs me and squeezes me tighter when I say "I love you."
Says "I love you" at the most random unexpected moments.
Grabs my hand and puts it over his heart before we fall asleep.
Can listen to me blahblahblah forever.
He even takes time to read me blahblahblah on here afterwards.

Always makes me feel like I'm the luckiest girl on earth.
Cuz I am.
And I love you so much <3

I told you so.

When you don't listen to your conscience, you can't complain about the results. Not even to yourself because......you told yourself so!

Fucking Hipsters.

I eat organic and local food, I have rad taste in music and clothes, I know how to save a few pennies on clothes, I care about the environment, I skate, I like reading books, having conversations over coffee, I love everybody around me, I like to party, I like art and making art. I'm a hipster you say? I see nothing wrong with that. Haha sounds like a pretty fun lifestyle to me.

Just you wait till you meet my urban chicken Keenan who's rockin chicken diapers that i've made out of old American Apparel tees while we're cruisin down Granville on my bicycle, and we're both hammered off Pabst Blue Ribbon by noon on the beach ;)

Actually my taste in music and clothing can be pretty questionable.
But who gives a shit!
People who hate hipsters?
Pah! haha! Gosh darn.

Note to self.

Dear Stacey: Stop making life more difficult. You're set. You just need to get your shit together.

Stay young.

We're taught to love everything as kids, and hate everything as adults.
Stay young. Stay loving. Stay passionate. Stay curious.

One positive step a day, keeps the world's blues at bay.

You can't change the world................ because you aren't trying hard enough.



Sincerely to the world,

Stacey

Pupil dilation.

Look into a mirror.
Stare into your eyes.
Now, pick a facial expression.
I chose smiling.
Now, without changing your facial expression, change the emotion that you are feeling.


The eyes, truly are, the windows to your soul.

World Peace.

Sometimes I get so angry towards the naivety of society that I want to cry.

This isn't a figure of speech. It's the literal truth.

Time for change.

Balloons.

Pursue success. But never let success capture you.