the golden goal

There are times in our lives that just define who we are, as people, as a team and as a nation. There is a power within this country that runs from the moutains to the sea to the poles to the pararies. Is something that is inspersble from the the Canadian spirt. This was beyond a game, beyond a goal and beyond gold metals. Congradulations to our hockey champions, to team Canada and to every athlete. You make me so proud to be born in a nation so free and so strong. There is nothing more fantastic than being united from across our country in one of the greatest nations of the world.
Canada wins gold.
Crosby with the goal. A fairy tail ending.

I believe.

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Canada: how I love you

The fact that I figured out how to blog on my iPod does not bode well for all you followers. This means that I no longer need a stupid computer to force you, my very captive audience, to be at least made awear of the existance of my overwrought emotions. I will almost always have a way to whine to you.

I am feeling the nerves, and these nerves are felt for my dear team
Canada. Oh they are good. I love those boys and I do believe they have stolen my heart. They just scored.

Oh boys keep it going.
I love you all.

I shall try to marry a hockey boy one day. But that may cause problems because he must have good teeth. That may be what you call a conflict of interest. Interest are always seaming to be in conflict. Like an interest in sanity compaired to an interest in heartbreak, or those who lead to heartbreak. Those beautiful smiles and quizical conversations that just take my brain. Bascially you are cute and I dont understandwhat's going on in your head. I would bet you don't know what to make of me either. Hopefully you think the same of me in the other case as well. This is basically me wishing that you cared about me the same way I do for you. This is the heartbreaker. And this is why I keep wishing.

Come on boys, time to bring it home.

Oh my god, time to restart the ticker, Canada is a gold medal contendor.
Número 1, you make the nation proud.
87 is my love.

I believe.

Canada: we have more square feet of awesomeness per person than any other nation.

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i came back here because i was broken

Hello.

Today, at the end of the day, some people were really really pissing me off. Just those people that on normal days I can deal with but on days like today, I simply want to shoot them so they will leave me alone. Gahh.
And no Hannah, this does not apply to you, even if you were acting like a two year old.
I think I am loosing my tolerance for annoying people. Like how as old people get older, they loose their tolerance for milk. I just can't handle them where others excell. Most people I can deal with, but there are a select few that I can't.
I also miss Alison and Lyndsay, especially Lyndsay.
I never get to see Lyndsay. She is no longer in any of my classes and she is never eating lunch with me and she is never taking the train and I miss her.
And I miss Erin Evoy, I hever get to see her anymore.
And Jillian Gibbs. She is a great kid.
Some people I do not miss.
But I do miss the opportunity to tell people off .
Some kids are just disgusting.
I am talking to you, Mr.ra.

today i cried

I don't judge people on where they were born, just on how they treat me and those I love.

Guess you're out of luck.

cause it was home

Xavier Rudd; thank you
math; Garbalag.
my room; you are messy and need a soild cleaning, but you are pretty.
lip balm; I need you
sleep; i need some of that to
Facebook; I don't understand how my friend number keeps changing
tea; you make me happy
bloggers; you rule, unless you didn't come to choir
i; need to develop better habits
and make decisions.
weekend; get here faster
snow; i love you.
painting; i love you to

angry

Today I fee like this banana. Really pissed off.

"I never had money, and I was very happy without it. When I die, my money's not gonna come with me. My movies will live on--for people to judge what I was as a person. I just want to stay curious."

Dear Heath, 

You look quite lovely in that picture. I really love the cardigan. The blue is pretty. I've always liked blue quite a bit. I was wondering about you today, where you are, how you are doing. I hope everything is going well. We all miss you back down here Heath, the world that is. Everything goes on pretty much the same, but somehow it seems a little darker, a little less hopeful. Maybe that's because you are gone, maybe it's just because I am loosing optimism, maybe because it's winter. 

Today I am quiet tired and very upset. I was going to go and see a film tomorrow, one that I am very excited about, but my father is pulling me out of town early so I can't go. I am so mad. I was looking forward to seeing this movie so badly and on the very first day that it came out with some of my most favourite people in the world. Now, by a cruel twist of fate, I will be stuck in a car with my angry father instead. I really don't think that you can fathom my disappointment. Then again, I don't think that matters of human life would interest you anymore.

I miss you Heath. It's a little odd, but I do. There is so many things you have to ofter the world but they can no longer be contained to one body. Maybe we weren't worth it. It makes me happy to know that you still do exist in fantastic films, and I hope deep down that somehow you still leave beautiful finger prints on the world, just beyond the scope of view. 

Today was a good day. I saw many people and I laughed and sang. The quartet, consisting of Allison, Lyndsay, Hannah and myself united and took on the world with car horns, one frightened/flattered male pedestrian at a time. We bought food and foot wear and crooned over kittens. It was happy. I feel very balanced when I am with those girls, as if we each iron out the wrinkles of the others simply by being together. I do hope that we grow to become old women who sit and gossip for hours every day in our wrinkle-free future. Wouldn't that be nice. 

I hope where every you are, fate is treating you well. If you ever need to talk, I am never more than a postage stamp away. Thinking of you often. All the best

Come Back To Us Heath

 

I'm a lyrics kinda girl. The one who spends hours finding meaning in songs and then will consequently jugde a song based off the lyrics that I hear. I either will love it more, or it will hold a certain level of distain for me if I interpret them in unpleasent manners. That almost applies to a lot of songs. Most all. But then every once in a while, even the worst lyrics get to me. Like Jesse McCartney. I love that boy's music. I love pretty boys like Heath Ledger and I wish he had never left us. I am a family girl, a music girl and an art girl. I love crafts and twinkly lights and debate. But the relationship with that last one is tenuous at best. Somedays I love it, somedays I really don't understand why I put myself through all the extra work. I love musicals and movies and musical that are movies. I love my friends and family get-togethers. Especially with my family. They  demonstrate love at all levels. I love paint and quizes and happiness on all levels. I love the mood I'm in now. It's a bouncy happy bizaire boyent mood. 

It's happiness.

the question that will never come

the answer;


honestly? yeah.
somedays when the light is dark and dreary
and i can't seam to find much of a smile
or when i let my thoughts get away from me,
yeah.
but, (and this is the good part)
these happenings are less and less frequent
and that makes me proud
but not happy
i don't think happiness was going to come from this anyway

i'm just hoping this dosen't screw up all my slow made process

Somedays, I think that I am much to difficult to understand. I don't even understand me most days so how anyone could have any sort of an inkling of how I function or how all the cogs fit together is beyond me. No one knows more about me than me, and I am constantly at a loss. 

it fucks with your honor

 

I love lost

and I feel like I should blog more.

But I'm not going to.