I have a simple message for gossip queens out there; please be mindful of who you are gossiping around.
A very reliable source has told me of someone who has been bitching about me. Normally, I wouldn't care, I mean.. everyone gossips. I do it, my friends do it, everyone does it. But I don't do it directly to ones superiors. Remember when I told you about my story going funny, and losing credit for it and being distraught over it? Well, it's this same editor/peer that screwed me over that was bitching about me. What did she say? Well she told her professor/head editor that she doesn't understand why I'm upset, that she did all the work, and that my story was "shit". This is what I think about that: I'm upset because you stole the credit for my story, you may have set up the interview but I did the interviews... oh wait sorry, you asked a question or two, I transcribed the interviews and finally I WROTE the story. Yes, you have now made changes, added more quotes and wrote a paragraph or two. But it was based on what? OH RIGHT, my story. Finally, if you think my story is shit, I can respect that, but I can not respect you as you did not have the balls to tell me to my face.
I'm spending hard earned money to attend this school, and I learned the wrong thing this week. I learned that some people are cutthroat, sneaky, and manipulative... but what I should have learned is how to make a story better. Unfortunately for you, I will be your editor next semester... should have thought of that before you did what you did.
Okay, thank you for listening to my rant. NOW, let's be positive. Other than that, I had a great day. I really love my friends at school. They are all super cute, super nice, and just amazing people all around. Thankfully for them, I came out of today smiling.. EVEN with Noble as a prof (who definitely isn't as bad as I had anticipated)
I'm really excited for Halloween, aren't you? I'm going to be a ballerina. It started out as a prima ballerina, you know just baby pink from head to toe? But it turned out to be something different. My tutu is black and pink (which I normally hate together, but for Halloween there are exceptions), my body suit is black, and my tights are black. I'm attaching some pink material (from my tutu) on to my body suit with a bow in the back and I JUST CAN'T WAIT for tomorrow night. Then, on real Halloween, I will be dishing out candy to all of the cute little kiddies that come to my door.
I think I've gone on for too long, I feel like I've got lots to say today, so I may be back later...
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbours...
THE MOST EXCITING THING EVER.
One long weekend in the summer, me and my besty, are packing up and going to New York City. We are going big, doing it up reeeeall big, and having a glamorous time. Me and her, well, we're moving there once school is over and done with. But as we are poor students, we'll probably end up in a one-bedroom apartment sleeping on single beds with one bathroom to share. So, while we can, we're going to have one luxurious night.
We are going to stay at a wonderful hotel that runs around $500/600 a night, and TRY to fly first class. We will wear skirts and heels on the plane, as if to act like we normally do this. We will act rich, order room service, champagne, strawberries, THE WHOLE works. I'm really excited. We are going to go out dinner, and coming back to watch old movies in big hotel robes. This may not make sense to anyone, but to us, its crystal clear.
P.s. I hope you stick with me through the move and slumming it in New York when we move in a couple of years... it'll mean a lot.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
One long weekend in the summer, me and my besty, are packing up and going to New York City. We are going big, doing it up reeeeall big, and having a glamorous time. Me and her, well, we're moving there once school is over and done with. But as we are poor students, we'll probably end up in a one-bedroom apartment sleeping on single beds with one bathroom to share. So, while we can, we're going to have one luxurious night.
We are going to stay at a wonderful hotel that runs around $500/600 a night, and TRY to fly first class. We will wear skirts and heels on the plane, as if to act like we normally do this. We will act rich, order room service, champagne, strawberries, THE WHOLE works. I'm really excited. We are going to go out dinner, and coming back to watch old movies in big hotel robes. This may not make sense to anyone, but to us, its crystal clear.
P.s. I hope you stick with me through the move and slumming it in New York when we move in a couple of years... it'll mean a lot.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
I don't want to put you in a cage; I want to love you
Bonjour! Hola! Yahsu! Hello!
I just wanted to start off by saying that my boy Weezy is out in SEVEN DAYS. Yep, only 7 left. Anyway, I've had the worst week so far and I'm hoping it's getting better. Let's start with Monday.
I wake up to a breaking news alert on my phone: Omar Khadr pleads guilty. Although this means he'll be in Canada soon, it also means he's admitting to murder. Now, the question is.. did he really do it? OR is it just giving up as he'll never win? I think the latter, but what do I know? Not a very good day after that.. But then it gets worse. Rob Ford wins the mayoral election. I don't want to be rude, or say things unfairly, so I'll say things that he has proven to the public. He's anti-gay, doesn't want immigrants (who help the economy immensely) and wants to get rid of street cars and bike lanes. Which also means he's not really all for the environment. COME ON TORONTO!
Tuesday was the worst day. I spent a majority of the day crying. It's really a long story so I'll shorten it. I was working on an article for the paper, I was working very closely with my editor. I was not informed that our relationship had changed from reporter-editor, to co-reporters. I wrote the entire article, did all the interviewing (with her there to ask 1 question), sent her my article (as I would normally do) ONLY to find out that she was re-writing parts of it so she could claim it as her own. So, NOW it's a co-written piece; unusable for my portfolio. The worst part of it all was that I was tricked. She knew the entire time that she was "co-writing" it... and never once told me. I was used, and manipulated. Someone needed to do the dirty work, and guess what? It was me. Anywaaaay, I got a massage later do alleviate some stress, bought some cute new underwear (La Senza has 5 for $35) and all the materials to make my tutu for Halloween. It'll be pretty.
I woke up today feeling a lot better, sort of just dusting my shoulders off. There's nothing I can do, I learned the hard way, and I know who NOT to trust. I feel skinny today actually, even though I ate a very fatty dinner last night, and I have a second interview at Aritzia. WHICH IM SO EXCITED/NERVOUS for.
Wish me luck!
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
I just wanted to start off by saying that my boy Weezy is out in SEVEN DAYS. Yep, only 7 left. Anyway, I've had the worst week so far and I'm hoping it's getting better. Let's start with Monday.
I wake up to a breaking news alert on my phone: Omar Khadr pleads guilty. Although this means he'll be in Canada soon, it also means he's admitting to murder. Now, the question is.. did he really do it? OR is it just giving up as he'll never win? I think the latter, but what do I know? Not a very good day after that.. But then it gets worse. Rob Ford wins the mayoral election. I don't want to be rude, or say things unfairly, so I'll say things that he has proven to the public. He's anti-gay, doesn't want immigrants (who help the economy immensely) and wants to get rid of street cars and bike lanes. Which also means he's not really all for the environment. COME ON TORONTO!
Tuesday was the worst day. I spent a majority of the day crying. It's really a long story so I'll shorten it. I was working on an article for the paper, I was working very closely with my editor. I was not informed that our relationship had changed from reporter-editor, to co-reporters. I wrote the entire article, did all the interviewing (with her there to ask 1 question), sent her my article (as I would normally do) ONLY to find out that she was re-writing parts of it so she could claim it as her own. So, NOW it's a co-written piece; unusable for my portfolio. The worst part of it all was that I was tricked. She knew the entire time that she was "co-writing" it... and never once told me. I was used, and manipulated. Someone needed to do the dirty work, and guess what? It was me. Anywaaaay, I got a massage later do alleviate some stress, bought some cute new underwear (La Senza has 5 for $35) and all the materials to make my tutu for Halloween. It'll be pretty.
I woke up today feeling a lot better, sort of just dusting my shoulders off. There's nothing I can do, I learned the hard way, and I know who NOT to trust. I feel skinny today actually, even though I ate a very fatty dinner last night, and I have a second interview at Aritzia. WHICH IM SO EXCITED/NERVOUS for.
Wish me luck!
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sanity kills; So I live the crazy life
Good eveenning friends!
I hope all of your days are going wonderfully though I know some of us have spent 1 too many hours in the editing room, and all deserve a nice alcoholic beverage of some sort.
Anyway, my day started out just horribly. I woke up late, and had to rush to get ready for my ultrasound at 9:45. Thankfully, I made it in time (9:43 to be exact)... but it wasn't a very good appointment. I was going as a follow up appointment to check on the lump in my breast, I really don't think that anyone needed to know that, so I'm sorry if that disturbed you in any way. Everyone was hoping that it would have shrunk naturally since being off the pill, but unfortunately it didn't. And of course the ultrasound technician isn't allowed to tell you anything, cause that's the doctors job... but she did tell me this: "It's not going away... if anything, it'll get bigger, cancerous or not, it'll keep growing. This is because you're a young, fertile, woman" Isn't that a nice message? So what that really means is: You're going to have to get surgery at some point. What it also means, is that I can probably never go on the birth control pill again, because the estrogen makes them grow faster or something (I don't actually know the science behind it all). This may not be a big deal to a lot of women, but it is to me. My body feels better on it, you know, all your hormones are balanced. No pimples (ever), slower hair growth, and a nice, usually pain free period. (Again, sorry if any of you are disturbed) Too. Bad. For. Me.
Anyway, got to school after this stupid appointment, to begin SIX hours of working in the editing room; Completing a total of 3 assignments, some easy, others nooot so much. I just got home about 10 minutes ago (6:30), but to VERY good news. My "Free Weezy" shirt came in the mail, and I'll have you know, I'm never taking it off. I'm wearing it now, and I'll wear it forever. EVEN after he gets out of jail, just so people know that I supported him while he was in there. I have one more piece of news, and this time it's bad: my Tickle Me Pink crayola costume, is officially out of stock... IN ALL OF NORTH AMERICA. What's a girl to do?
That's all for now folks,
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
I hope all of your days are going wonderfully though I know some of us have spent 1 too many hours in the editing room, and all deserve a nice alcoholic beverage of some sort.
Anyway, my day started out just horribly. I woke up late, and had to rush to get ready for my ultrasound at 9:45. Thankfully, I made it in time (9:43 to be exact)... but it wasn't a very good appointment. I was going as a follow up appointment to check on the lump in my breast, I really don't think that anyone needed to know that, so I'm sorry if that disturbed you in any way. Everyone was hoping that it would have shrunk naturally since being off the pill, but unfortunately it didn't. And of course the ultrasound technician isn't allowed to tell you anything, cause that's the doctors job... but she did tell me this: "It's not going away... if anything, it'll get bigger, cancerous or not, it'll keep growing. This is because you're a young, fertile, woman" Isn't that a nice message? So what that really means is: You're going to have to get surgery at some point. What it also means, is that I can probably never go on the birth control pill again, because the estrogen makes them grow faster or something (I don't actually know the science behind it all). This may not be a big deal to a lot of women, but it is to me. My body feels better on it, you know, all your hormones are balanced. No pimples (ever), slower hair growth, and a nice, usually pain free period. (Again, sorry if any of you are disturbed) Too. Bad. For. Me.
Anyway, got to school after this stupid appointment, to begin SIX hours of working in the editing room; Completing a total of 3 assignments, some easy, others nooot so much. I just got home about 10 minutes ago (6:30), but to VERY good news. My "Free Weezy" shirt came in the mail, and I'll have you know, I'm never taking it off. I'm wearing it now, and I'll wear it forever. EVEN after he gets out of jail, just so people know that I supported him while he was in there. I have one more piece of news, and this time it's bad: my Tickle Me Pink crayola costume, is officially out of stock... IN ALL OF NORTH AMERICA. What's a girl to do?
That's all for now folks,
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Monday, October 18, 2010
Let'sss switch it up!
HEY!
My besty just gave me the most amaaaaazing idea ever. Remember when I told you that I had a crush on a guy... You're probably thinking, uhh yeah, but which one? There's a million. Anyway, the one that I can't really have, well mostly it's because he's gay. So OBVIOUSLY I can never be with him/it will never work. But this IDEA is eeexxxxcellent! We, me and the guy, go out together, like a couple, but not. yaaa know? So guys will like me more, cause I'm "unavailable", and guys will like him, cause they'll be able to see through our facade. SEE, sheeer brilliance.
So, we both fall in love, with other people. AMAAAAZING. I'm just so excited about this idea I KEEP saying aaamaaaaazing.
Anyway, I'm sitting in class right before my first test worth 25%, hopefully I'll pass this one, but the next one, at 3, also worth 20%, noot looking promising. I'll let you know how that goes later... for now, BE excited for the crazy brilliant plan.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
My besty just gave me the most amaaaaazing idea ever. Remember when I told you that I had a crush on a guy... You're probably thinking, uhh yeah, but which one? There's a million. Anyway, the one that I can't really have, well mostly it's because he's gay. So OBVIOUSLY I can never be with him/it will never work. But this IDEA is eeexxxxcellent! We, me and the guy, go out together, like a couple, but not. yaaa know? So guys will like me more, cause I'm "unavailable", and guys will like him, cause they'll be able to see through our facade. SEE, sheeer brilliance.
So, we both fall in love, with other people. AMAAAAZING. I'm just so excited about this idea I KEEP saying aaamaaaaazing.
Anyway, I'm sitting in class right before my first test worth 25%, hopefully I'll pass this one, but the next one, at 3, also worth 20%, noot looking promising. I'll let you know how that goes later... for now, BE excited for the crazy brilliant plan.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Midterms Suck.
Heeey kids!
How's errr'thang going tonight? I'm currently sitting in my bed, chatting on skype with a besty, sweating my pants off. I think it's cause my computer is on my lap, but literally, dyyiiing of heat.
I haddd a craaazy weekend, I wasss pretty irresponsible. I have a TWO, count TWO midterms tomorrow, as in Monday that I have barely/but sort studied for, and I not only drank Friday, but Saturday as well. And the funny part about Saturday drinking was that I started at 3 pm, but was still drunk from the night before. Because I drank so much, now I'm not saying I'm proud of this, I'm just stating the fact. Anyway, Jacob, from a million posts ago, I kissed him again. STUPID, I KNOW. I'm pretty pissed at myself, it was all the alcohol combined from two nights. Not a pretty picture. The fiiiirst night, as in Friday night, I literally met the man of my dreams. He's super tall, super hipster, and super sexy. Creepy, but literally loveeee him. So awkward around him, don't know how to act, or be... like super loser. I'm slowly getting over Hollywood cause it's obvious he intangible to me, so there's no point in liking him. Whatever, I'm over it :)
My midterms tomorrow are literally killing me. We have a law and the media exam, and let me tell you, out of the 6 weeks of school so far, we've had three classes. First week, was Labour Day, so we had class 2nd week, then 3rd week she cancelled, 4th week we had presentations/little bit of learning and the 5th week was Thanksgiving. SO LITERALLY, barely any classes. I honestly don't even know what to write in this exam, I've been studying stuff from the text book, but it's ridiculous. Who even knows? I have so much hmwk this week (I'm being a whiney baby again.. surprising? Nooope.)
Anyway, I must. I have to continue studying/sleep and crryyy cause of my potential fail tomorrow.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I Am Not a Human Being
Word of the day; Salacious; treating sexual matters in an indecent way and typically conveying undue interest in or enjoyment of the subject
hi hi hihiiiiii, I'm going to try and make this post as upbeat as possible even though I'm in the worst possible mood eevvaaa.
If you can imagine, which I'm sure you can, everything that could wrong today, went wrong. It started with me not being able to fall asleep last night, and then ironically enough, sleeping in this morning. I was late for school (by a mere 23 minutes) where I was then reamed out by my prof for being, the mere 23 minutes late. Jackass. So whatever, later in the class, this same prof dumps two fairly big assignments on us, both due next week. That part isn't really a huge deal, except for the fact that it's the middle of midterms, and the middle of our other deadlines for the paper. Whaatev, I'm being a whiney baby. I know.
Anyway, so then I have a huge break in between classes where I have to go outside, in the pouring rain to take pictures for this stupid article again. So now I'm probably going to get sick... Again, I'm being a whiney baby.
On top of all this, I have a crush (another, I know) on a boy that will most deffiiiinitely never be in to me. Like, really... NEVER. It's not a real crush, not like I want to date him crush, but like a you're so hot and stylish I wish you played for my team, crush.
Anyway, drove aaaalll the way downtown to pick up my mom, only to drive all over the world for her coworkers. Not a huge deal, I wasn't in the mood to be alone anyway, but about 3.5 hours of driving tonight, neaaaarly killed me. I was asleep in the car almost.
I have one more thing to be annoyed about before we part ways for the evening. I take the 407 to school, only during rush hours, which is a costly drive. It costs about 12 dollars each way on the 407 from my on ramp, to the exit that gets me to school. So that's 24 dollars a day, if I take it too and from. And this morning, it took me TWO WHOLE HOURS to get to school, most of which I spent on the 407. I hardly think it's fair, that I spend 12 dollars, on a road that I sit on. I think with that much money, they should expand, and make my life better. Please deliver this message to the Spanish people that own the highway that I depend on. Thanks.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
hi hi hihiiiiii, I'm going to try and make this post as upbeat as possible even though I'm in the worst possible mood eevvaaa.
If you can imagine, which I'm sure you can, everything that could wrong today, went wrong. It started with me not being able to fall asleep last night, and then ironically enough, sleeping in this morning. I was late for school (by a mere 23 minutes) where I was then reamed out by my prof for being, the mere 23 minutes late. Jackass. So whatever, later in the class, this same prof dumps two fairly big assignments on us, both due next week. That part isn't really a huge deal, except for the fact that it's the middle of midterms, and the middle of our other deadlines for the paper. Whaatev, I'm being a whiney baby. I know.
Anyway, so then I have a huge break in between classes where I have to go outside, in the pouring rain to take pictures for this stupid article again. So now I'm probably going to get sick... Again, I'm being a whiney baby.
On top of all this, I have a crush (another, I know) on a boy that will most deffiiiinitely never be in to me. Like, really... NEVER. It's not a real crush, not like I want to date him crush, but like a you're so hot and stylish I wish you played for my team, crush.
Anyway, drove aaaalll the way downtown to pick up my mom, only to drive all over the world for her coworkers. Not a huge deal, I wasn't in the mood to be alone anyway, but about 3.5 hours of driving tonight, neaaaarly killed me. I was asleep in the car almost.
I have one more thing to be annoyed about before we part ways for the evening. I take the 407 to school, only during rush hours, which is a costly drive. It costs about 12 dollars each way on the 407 from my on ramp, to the exit that gets me to school. So that's 24 dollars a day, if I take it too and from. And this morning, it took me TWO WHOLE HOURS to get to school, most of which I spent on the 407. I hardly think it's fair, that I spend 12 dollars, on a road that I sit on. I think with that much money, they should expand, and make my life better. Please deliver this message to the Spanish people that own the highway that I depend on. Thanks.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I'm in a time machine...
Hellooo good friends,
Guess what!? It appears that I've just left university and my 20s, and gone back into my high school days, which may I say, were the worst four years of my life...
Remember I told you that I flirted with a high school buddy this past weekend, well I went back to his house where the flirting continued. Obviously that's not a big deal, I'm an adult, and am free to do what I want, with who I want. But it appears that some of my "friends" think what I do is also their business, funny right? So, they're telling the rest of the world.. because of course, it's their business... definitely not mine.
I'm super frustrated right now/on the verge of crying out of humiliation. I mean, I can do whatever I want with whomever I want (within reason), why should I feel guilty?
I shouldn't is the correct answer. I really needed to get that off my chest. Now thank you very much for listening to me, I'll be back tomorrow morning for more updates.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Guess what!? It appears that I've just left university and my 20s, and gone back into my high school days, which may I say, were the worst four years of my life...
Remember I told you that I flirted with a high school buddy this past weekend, well I went back to his house where the flirting continued. Obviously that's not a big deal, I'm an adult, and am free to do what I want, with who I want. But it appears that some of my "friends" think what I do is also their business, funny right? So, they're telling the rest of the world.. because of course, it's their business... definitely not mine.
I'm super frustrated right now/on the verge of crying out of humiliation. I mean, I can do whatever I want with whomever I want (within reason), why should I feel guilty?
I shouldn't is the correct answer. I really needed to get that off my chest. Now thank you very much for listening to me, I'll be back tomorrow morning for more updates.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Free Weezy
Word of the day; caj; original short form for casual courtesy of H. Miles.
HEY. So, I've been in the best mood for the last couple days, living in minimal sleep but loving every minute of it. I did some preeetttyy exciting things including order a beautiful grey/white striped "Free Weezy" shirt. I honestly hope everyday that today will be the day it comes in the mail.
My besty slept over Thursday night, we had a pretty laid back night of drinking and taco salad. Friday morning we woke up, and she started playing with Bananagrams. Have y
ou heard of them? It's a game similar to scrabble, kind of, with no board. Anyway, so of course she makes the following three words: Drake, Weezy, and Kid Cudi. Obviously our faves. Anyway, so it turned into this creative masterpiece, as you see here (original, on the table). It took too much effort to get all the words in, a lot of rearranging, and lot of high fives to get it all done. It was too pretty to dismantle, so we did the next best thing. Hopped in the car (went to lunch) and went to Michaels, you know, the art store? Well we got boards, more sets of Bananagrams, and a few hot glue guns. Recreated ON the board, and is hanging in my room. Beauty.
Also went to Steve Madden on Thursday to exchange some boots, suuuper rude there. Probably won't go back again. Got new boots (laceups), they're pretttyyy sick. And I got some new oxfords, like a cognac type colour. They're also pretty sick.
Friday night, went to the bar. Danced the friiiiggen night away. Had a super good time with some old high school buddies, developed a wee crush on an old crush. And when I say crush, I mean like... he's hot, has a sick flow, anddd thats about it. Not like to date him, just like, woah he's hot. So danced a majority of the night with him. At this current moment, I'm trying to change my Twitter picture, and of course it's "over capacity". That really annoys me.
Quick update on the rest of the boys in my life: Hollywood, still on the train. It's moving fast (still). James Bond (new train), he's pretttyyy hot. We had some flirtacious moments about a year ago, then I got scuuurred. So, I took some guts (being bold) and commented on his picture.. he then messaged me over FB, gave me his number, told me to contact him with my whereabouts. It didn't work out so well last night, but I'm hopeful it will at some point. Mustache, hmm, I guess I'm a bit on that train, but it's slowing, and I may get off soon.
I think that's it for now, misssiin' my caj girl already.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
HEY. So, I've been in the best mood for the last couple days, living in minimal sleep but loving every minute of it. I did some preeetttyy exciting things including order a beautiful grey/white striped "Free Weezy" shirt. I honestly hope everyday that today will be the day it comes in the mail.
My besty slept over Thursday night, we had a pretty laid back night of drinking and taco salad. Friday morning we woke up, and she started playing with Bananagrams. Have y
ou heard of them? It's a game similar to scrabble, kind of, with no board. Anyway, so of course she makes the following three words: Drake, Weezy, and Kid Cudi. Obviously our faves. Anyway, so it turned into this creative masterpiece, as you see here (original, on the table). It took too much effort to get all the words in, a lot of rearranging, and lot of high fives to get it all done. It was too pretty to dismantle, so we did the next best thing. Hopped in the car (went to lunch) and went to Michaels, you know, the art store? Well we got boards, more sets of Bananagrams, and a few hot glue guns. Recreated ON the board, and is hanging in my room. Beauty.Also went to Steve Madden on Thursday to exchange some boots, suuuper rude there. Probably won't go back again. Got new boots (laceups), they're pretttyyy sick. And I got some new oxfords, like a cognac type colour. They're also pretty sick.
Friday night, went to the bar. Danced the friiiiggen night away. Had a super good time with some old high school buddies, developed a wee crush on an old crush. And when I say crush, I mean like... he's hot, has a sick flow, anddd thats about it. Not like to date him, just like, woah he's hot. So danced a majority of the night with him. At this current moment, I'm trying to change my Twitter picture, and of course it's "over capacity". That really annoys me.
Quick update on the rest of the boys in my life: Hollywood, still on the train. It's moving fast (still). James Bond (new train), he's pretttyyy hot. We had some flirtacious moments about a year ago, then I got scuuurred. So, I took some guts (being bold) and commented on his picture.. he then messaged me over FB, gave me his number, told me to contact him with my whereabouts. It didn't work out so well last night, but I'm hopeful it will at some point. Mustache, hmm, I guess I'm a bit on that train, but it's slowing, and I may get off soon.
I think that's it for now, misssiin' my caj girl already.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Word of the day; Bold; showing ability to take risks
Good afternoon world,
Today is one of those days, where you wake up and are just in a bad mood. I woke up to a friend telling me that "yes, Hollywood is still in our class". Obviously I care because I am still on the Hollywood train, and it is moving full speed ahead to a little town called obsessed. Embarrassing.
Anyway, so of course I asked how she knew, and this is her answer "well, he started talking to me on fb, so we had a little chat, then I asked him". No where in this text (that woke me up) did she say that she saw him in the hallway and decided to tell him that he looked cute today.
Okay, so I'm overreacting, that's obvious, even to me. BUT, when you know how much your friend likes someone, would you really tell them how they started a conversation with you? Probably not. Like just throw it in their face? Yep.. he talked to me, not you. I don't know, it made me sad. The part about this that really makes me annoyed, is she thinks she's helping. By talking to him, he'll end up noticing me, and bada-bing we're in love. Unfortunately, he will only grow more fond of her... and she has a boyfriend. And I'm being a jealous idiot, I know. I'm sorry.
Anyway, my homework is taking over my life today, and I have a professor who gives you an assignment, and when you hand it in he says "how come you didn't do this!? didn't i tell you to?" and the correct answer is... no sir, you did not. He is so all over the place, he forgets his own instructions. So the assignment I just completed, please hope that I did it right, cause last time... I did not. Which sucks.
Also, my girl crush on Samantha Ronson is growing, rapidly. I don't even know why.. she's just so funny on Twitter I can't control it anymore.
Oh, not sure if I told you.. but I was BOLD yesterday, and "liked" Hollywood's picture. Not a big deal.
I think that's all I have to say for now, aside from the fact that I have one teabag left to last me all day, and am obviously too lazy to go out and buy more. F...M...L
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Good afternoon world,
Today is one of those days, where you wake up and are just in a bad mood. I woke up to a friend telling me that "yes, Hollywood is still in our class". Obviously I care because I am still on the Hollywood train, and it is moving full speed ahead to a little town called obsessed. Embarrassing.
Anyway, so of course I asked how she knew, and this is her answer "well, he started talking to me on fb, so we had a little chat, then I asked him". No where in this text (that woke me up) did she say that she saw him in the hallway and decided to tell him that he looked cute today.
Okay, so I'm overreacting, that's obvious, even to me. BUT, when you know how much your friend likes someone, would you really tell them how they started a conversation with you? Probably not. Like just throw it in their face? Yep.. he talked to me, not you. I don't know, it made me sad. The part about this that really makes me annoyed, is she thinks she's helping. By talking to him, he'll end up noticing me, and bada-bing we're in love. Unfortunately, he will only grow more fond of her... and she has a boyfriend. And I'm being a jealous idiot, I know. I'm sorry.
Anyway, my homework is taking over my life today, and I have a professor who gives you an assignment, and when you hand it in he says "how come you didn't do this!? didn't i tell you to?" and the correct answer is... no sir, you did not. He is so all over the place, he forgets his own instructions. So the assignment I just completed, please hope that I did it right, cause last time... I did not. Which sucks.
Also, my girl crush on Samantha Ronson is growing, rapidly. I don't even know why.. she's just so funny on Twitter I can't control it anymore.
Oh, not sure if I told you.. but I was BOLD yesterday, and "liked" Hollywood's picture. Not a big deal.
I think that's all I have to say for now, aside from the fact that I have one teabag left to last me all day, and am obviously too lazy to go out and buy more. F...M...L
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Oh I'm back..
Because I'm completely, and utterly frustrated.
I hate games, between boys. You know how they play games, like "I'll act like I'm not interested, to seem cool."? Those stupid games, well I have one thing to say about that: They're stupid. Stop playing.
It just makes the girl sad. Like me, sad..
On the bright side, I had deliciiiiious pizza for dinner, so good. Just pineapple and ham. How can you get any better than that? You can't.
Sorry, needed to rant. I'm done now y'all. (y'all is my new fave word) let's make it popular!
Mr. Famous, xo
Because I'm completely, and utterly frustrated.
I hate games, between boys. You know how they play games, like "I'll act like I'm not interested, to seem cool."? Those stupid games, well I have one thing to say about that: They're stupid. Stop playing.
It just makes the girl sad. Like me, sad..
On the bright side, I had deliciiiiious pizza for dinner, so good. Just pineapple and ham. How can you get any better than that? You can't.
Sorry, needed to rant. I'm done now y'all. (y'all is my new fave word) let's make it popular!
Mr. Famous, xo
I'm not only ON the train, I'm the conductor.
Well looky, looky here.
I broke my promise yet AGAIN. I suck. It's official. Anyway, lucky for the both of us I don't have too much to update you on. I'll start with last week:
Wednesday- Went to the last Blue Jays home game of the season, tribute to Cito Gaston, so sweet, so amazing, I cried... obvvv. We were also playing the Yankees, which alwaaays makes for a good game. We won, of course. It was so exciting, home runs and home runs, and runs and more runs. I can't seem to remember the final score, which is odd of me as I usually remember these types of details.
Thursday- was by far, the most tiring day of my life. Eight hours of school + an extremely late night=worst. day. ever. But I went to see my The Social Network, you know.. the one about Mark Zuckerberg, the creator of Facebook. WELL, it was amazing. Besides some of the classics, it's my favorite movie of all time. Jesse Eisenberg was stupidly genius as his role, and now I have a big crush on him.
Friday-Nothing, sleeeeeeeep all day. Pure bliss.
Saturday-Relaxing day overall, a few errands here and there. Then at night, nuit blanche with Jessie, my besty obv. Such a fun night, lots of drinks, if not too many, art, culture, my new vice (hipster boys), and freezing cold weather.
MONDAY- IT'S MY BDAAAY. I'm officially twenty, it's a huge deal, no longer a reckless teen. I feel like I didn't take advantage enough, but it's crazy all the shiiaat that happened during the teen years. Mom made it AMAZING, with beautiful post-it notes all over my bathroom mirror, compliments, and happy birthday's, just sheer beauty. I got the Tiffany Bead earrings I've been dying for, and a few other things as well. Jessie got me a gorgeous Tiffany keyring, I love it so so so so much. Lanny, got me DELICIOUS cupcakes (which I ate too many of) and my godfather came to dinner with me and mama, the perfect day.
Tuesday- Job interview at Aritzia. I'm just dying for the job, really, I am. But I don't have too much retail experience so who the heck knows how that will turn out.
Now, for some added details. I'm slowly getting over the crush I had on Hollywood, but a new crush is developing. On this boy I refer to as Mustache. He's super shy, super nice, and hilarious. Sometimes he's flirty, but sometimes he's stand off-ish. He referred to me as a 'she-wolf' based on my go-getting attitude towards men (which entirely a fallacy), so maybe I'm just intimidating? Or MAYBE, here's a thought.. he's not interested. I should probably take a hint eh?
Anyway, lets chat soon. No word of the day again today, I'm feeling lazy. If I come up with one soon, I'll post it.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
I broke my promise yet AGAIN. I suck. It's official. Anyway, lucky for the both of us I don't have too much to update you on. I'll start with last week:
Wednesday- Went to the last Blue Jays home game of the season, tribute to Cito Gaston, so sweet, so amazing, I cried... obvvv. We were also playing the Yankees, which alwaaays makes for a good game. We won, of course. It was so exciting, home runs and home runs, and runs and more runs. I can't seem to remember the final score, which is odd of me as I usually remember these types of details.
Thursday- was by far, the most tiring day of my life. Eight hours of school + an extremely late night=worst. day. ever. But I went to see my The Social Network, you know.. the one about Mark Zuckerberg, the creator of Facebook. WELL, it was amazing. Besides some of the classics, it's my favorite movie of all time. Jesse Eisenberg was stupidly genius as his role, and now I have a big crush on him.
Friday-Nothing, sleeeeeeeep all day. Pure bliss.
Saturday-Relaxing day overall, a few errands here and there. Then at night, nuit blanche with Jessie, my besty obv. Such a fun night, lots of drinks, if not too many, art, culture, my new vice (hipster boys), and freezing cold weather.
MONDAY- IT'S MY BDAAAY. I'm officially twenty, it's a huge deal, no longer a reckless teen. I feel like I didn't take advantage enough, but it's crazy all the shiiaat that happened during the teen years. Mom made it AMAZING, with beautiful post-it notes all over my bathroom mirror, compliments, and happy birthday's, just sheer beauty. I got the Tiffany Bead earrings I've been dying for, and a few other things as well. Jessie got me a gorgeous Tiffany keyring, I love it so so so so much. Lanny, got me DELICIOUS cupcakes (which I ate too many of) and my godfather came to dinner with me and mama, the perfect day.
Tuesday- Job interview at Aritzia. I'm just dying for the job, really, I am. But I don't have too much retail experience so who the heck knows how that will turn out.
Now, for some added details. I'm slowly getting over the crush I had on Hollywood, but a new crush is developing. On this boy I refer to as Mustache. He's super shy, super nice, and hilarious. Sometimes he's flirty, but sometimes he's stand off-ish. He referred to me as a 'she-wolf' based on my go-getting attitude towards men (which entirely a fallacy), so maybe I'm just intimidating? Or MAYBE, here's a thought.. he's not interested. I should probably take a hint eh?
Anyway, lets chat soon. No word of the day again today, I'm feeling lazy. If I come up with one soon, I'll post it.
Until next time,
Mr. Famous, xo
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