Don't make history. Be a mystery.

I want to feel someone's heart beat when I give them a hug. I don't want to feel this clock between us, or, I don't want time to stand between us. Stay beautiful.

Woke up, with wind in my hair, and I turned around and hugged the clouds.

Life is what you make it, so I'm making pie.

Painting my goal.

My life is like a canvas that I have been sketching out separate sections and pieces of for years, and I need to begin focusing on a whole image. I keep erasing and re-sketching the lines, and changing the portrait altogether, leaving me a jumbled mess of line traces and no final product. I am developing a new resolution for myself. Every minute I spend here must be productive.

New job calls for a new pen.

Unravelling my brain.

Beauty weakens my common sense.

Stronger on the solo.

I've become accustomed to my solo adventures and the thought of being restrained makes my chest clench and my breath accelerate. My phobia of being alone has officially reversed and I appreciate my independence.

I realized that for a relationship to work out for me, I need someone who can comprehend and share my lifestyle. Work hard, play hard.

Travelling opens your eyes to your world.

I am back with a new perspective on life and I'm ready to open up a fresh bag of accomplishments and experiences.

VanSask.

Here I am again. Back in Saskatoon and floating upon my imagination. In from one world, returning to the next. Two different worlds delivering two different lifestyles handing me two different lives melded together in one week. It feels as if I have two different personas and I feel like two separate people living within two different worlds, but I can't differentiate the two of them. I feel like I'm living in two different dimensions at the same time, and my consciousness is shifting back and forth between them, melding them together. Vancouver delivers me the lifestyle I've always dreamed of. I take it as it comes, and wander with the flow. I wake up in the heart of everything I enjoy and am highly passionate about. I have a close knit group of friends yet am meeting a vibrant variety of inspirational people. I can wander the streets and there is always something new to explore, I don't run on a set schedule, and I spend most of my day skating and indulge in a relaxed lifestyle. I can't spend as much money on material things but I make up for it with a solid group of friends and rad experiences. It triggers all my senses at all hours of the day, from sights, smells, tastes (there's a million places to eat), and sounds. I party now and then but spending an evening wandering down the streets and spending time with an awesome crew, one close friend, or even by myself, is just as satisfying.



In Saskatoon I indulge in my artistic side and am more business minded. I shoot photos, and I dress more well put together than usual. I am hyper and power through parties. I work retail and earn money selling shoes or phones. I buy nice things when I can, and eat at new and different places that I've never tried. I write articles and blogs, and my day is a continuous calendar from one minute to the next. My life is consumed by books, paintings, laptops, and socializing. I immerse myself in all things that catch my interest, such as festivals, galleries, and music. Because I want to take up every opportunity to try something new.

In Vancouver, I live one life that is relaxed and well put together. I am not rich, but I am happy with my surroundings. I am free.

In Saskatoon I live many lives, exciting, spontaneous, exhausting, and random. I have more money but less spare time.

Two both very addicting and nice ways to live, and I just can't decide which one I want. I need to meld the two: Carefree, but organized, living the dream, but working.

Either way I have two different homes, with two different families which both consume my heart. I experience two different lifestyles, and I can sense the best of both worlds. And one day hopefully I can have them both at the same time.

dreams are always attainable. Just reach higher.

Always maintain positive vibes and before you know it you'll be flying through life experiences that will continuously blow your mind and make you happy.

I don't want to leave.

Today my heart got butterflies. And there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. This trip has been too fun. I don't want it to end.

Day two in the sun.

Woke up. Went to Starbucks on Seymour. Which one? You tell me. There's 3 more on the way there. Went to plaza. Skated a fresh board. Did ledge stuff. Hopped on the train. Went to Supra. Met more dope cats. Hopped on the train. Ate Red Burrito. Debit machine wasn't working. Made me pay cash. Change for the train. Why not? Got more Starbucks. Went to Newspot. Tried to skate benches. Shot photos at waterfront. Went into the convention center. Got confronted by security guards. Ignored security guards. Went downstairs. Spot was fenced off. Birds were eating other birds behind the fence. Went back into the Convention center. Sorry guys. Hopped in the car. Came back. Watched hockey. Drank beer. I'm not in a hockey mood today, but go Canucks! Hopped on the train. Walked. Watched an oldschool Freddy Kroeger movie with homie. Went to Superstore. Bought pizza and jalapeno poppers. Came back to the crib and ate pizza and jalapeno poppers. Watched another movie. Nodded off. Time to go home. Walk to train. Goodbye hugs. Oh shit. Left my camera at homies. Got off train. Oh shit. I walked the wrong way. Hello crackheads. Hello hookers. Where am I? Oh there's home. Goodnight!

VanCity.

I rolled through the prairies. I flew through the mountains. Lost half a pack of smokes. Asked for directions. Left my duffel bag in the taxi. Drank whiskey and ate BBQ'd ribs and watched hockey and high fived. Got my duffel bag back. Met up with old friends. The dudes I asked directions from earlier happened to be friends with my friends. Drank beer and shared stories. Smuggled glasses of beer out and strolled downtown. Walked into Wendys and ordered enough fast food to last me into today. Woke up and drank starbucks in Yaletown. Bought a new hat. Bought a new board. Met more awesome people to skate with and chill with. It started raining. Took the bus. Then the skytrain. To comercial-broadway, and met up with a homie to play pool. Didn't get my ass TOO badly whooped. Played doubles with a bunch of Australians. We thought they were British. Ate fish and chips. Walked in the rain. Went to buy beer. Store was closed. It was Sunday. Walked in more rain. Bought beer. Watched family guy. drank. watched house. Drank. It was a good day.

"Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am?"

You're a spoiled kid who lives off daddy who can't make his own living. You abuse women. And you're insane in the membrane.

Anywhere the wind blows, doesn't really matter, to me.

Yesterday I cruised down the highway, got baked and got lost in dubstep. I ended up in Craik, where I ate chicken mixed with bacon, doused in buffalo sauce on a big leaf of lettuce, with the freshest soup imaginable. And then I ran around a small town and aimlessly shot photos. A bad day turned beautiful, and it ended with a big bang.

Moving planets.

You can't catch me, I'm running too fast. I'm running till I fly and nothing can keep me grounded. I'm living life at the speed of light. No jesters can fool me, no knights in shining armour can save me. I fight my own battles and steal my own gold. I shape my own swords and design my own armour. And one day I'll rule my own castle, and there will be no kings. Because I am, and always will be my own ruler and king.

Life is easier behind them blues.

I've always had an impervious weakness for blue eyes. Now that I've invested in a pair, I realize that they are deadly weapons. Blue eyed folk, I now fully understand your sly ways. You can't fool me. Oh. But you really can.

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's.

Calvin Harris and bedroom cleaning is like Mac and cheese. Add a dash of herbs and its MUAH.

Rainbows on the horizon.

Travelling on a whim is the best way to travel. And next week I'm making a beeline for Vancouver the second the clock strikes payday.

I am your host. Thanks for being here. I am Single.

I am about to watch Russell Peters comedies by myself, and I wish I had someone to share the laughs and sit close with, so I can die laughing and bury my face in their arms. And rub my tears on their sleeve- tears from laughing so damn hard.

Ah yes, pathetic, lonely me.

My life is so substantial, but it lacks substance. Substance being that one person I can have an intelligent conversation with on the daily. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of people to talk to who are awesome and we talk about awesome things. But that ONE person, that I can talk to about absolutely anything and everything. I realized this yesterday. Having someone to talk to keeps me sane.

I'm starting to notice a pattern here. All I talk about is being single. But then again technically we were put on this earth so that we can meander and bump into somebody. And then create another somebody. So I suppose I'm just being human.

I miss you, I'm goin back home to the west coast.

Sometimes a fragment of unexpected news can brighten up your day, or even week, even if it seems temporarily and vaguely significant. The fact that it reaches your ears is musical enough. I smiled from ear to ear and wanted to hug myself, a little bit.

I decided randomly the other day that if I don't find a significant other by 30, I am adopting. Even if I am single, I refuse to lack my own family. Sort of a depressing thought for me to be thinking at this age, but a large sum of women in my family have a curse of being single for the remainder of their lifetimes and if I have that curse, well I'd like to experience raising kids at the very least.

I got a new job! Jump.ca HELLO!

Oh and you are so beautiful and awesome, I stumble over my very own words when I see you. It's quite embarassing. I used to be confident at one point but you make me so shy I practically stutter when I talk to you. Hopeless, oh so hopeless.

I have also concluded that I want to spend a day doing volunteer work at the Friendship Inn this weekend. After working at footlocker, I've developed a love for "inner city" kids. Or I could possibly do a big sister program? I just want to look after some kids and be there for them. Children are so rad and amazing. They never fail to generate a smile off my face, and I'd like to do the same for them.