As for happy posts.

I'm a month and a half away to freedom. I love you.

You help me remember that there's a silver lining to this cloud, and all of this makes me further realize how lucky I am to have you. You are the most amazing kind-hearted person I know.

I appreciate you so much.

Thank you for being here for me and constantly encouraging me. You mean the world to me David.

<3

Also thank you to the friends who have been here for me. Thank you for hanging out with me even during my down-times.

Mom, I love you. Thank you for helping me through my struggles as a student and helping me get through school. It means so much to me. I promise to be more helpful while I'm here as much as I can.

Plans.

Life is beginning to feel mundane again and it's time to make a new list of goals. I accomplished most from my last list so I'm assuming it helps.

-Time management
- Less facebook
-More raw veggie diet
-Income tax
-Passport
-Pack for winnipeg
- Exercise yet more
- Get filming
- Look into photo jobs
- Get better paying job for the summer
- Apply for photog at the Sheaf? backup plan? Although I really want to get out of the city this year
-Pwn school for the next month
- Pwn lots during the week, play on weekends....skate skate skate, shoot shoot shoot, drank drank drank, volunteer?

This is good enough for now. I'll make a new list when I'm in WPG and have a diff viewpoint on things.

Sorry if the blog is boring folks but I'm in not giving a fuck mode. Gotta get my shit together.

I can't wait.

Until you know how it feels to be treated the way you treat me. One day you'll need me and you'll wish you never treated me this way. Because I'll remember your cold stare and voice forever. Your stupid ego will do you in.

Drivin Life.

You would never drive your car to the grocery store looking behind you the whole way. You would most likely crash.

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