style

I'm not big on make-up, but I love clothes.

"Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street,
fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening."
- Coco Chanel

Mostly I love scavenging thrift-stores for that rare jewel that I know is hiding. It's like a treasure hunt every time.

I found this girl's fashion blog, and I absolutely love her style and her photo's.

Some times I wish I could be more adventurous with the things I wear. I don't like to buy things unless I know I'm going to wear a lot. But usually if I do end up buying something that's a little on the strange side, it's the thing I end up wearing the most.

Lonely

After a full weekend of fun and being with people non-stop, yesterday was quite lonely.

I had two fabulous sleepovers this past weekend!
Some times it feels like I go forever without just 'hanging out' with friends.
If there was one thing I wish I had more time for, it would be that.

Not only am I always exceedingly busy(not like it feels like that right now... but it will soon!), but so are my friends.
Getting together just seems to fall to the end of our priority lists.
It's hard, but that's just the way it is.
With my closest friends, we know that we don't need to see eachother to stay close and connected.
With some people it just doesn't matter how much time passes since you've seen them last, you can still be able to pick up right where you left off.

Today should change things.
Wednesday nights are one of my most social nights!
Choir is kind of my time to load up on my people time.
Although we should all be focusing and not talking, that doesn't always happen.
Usually I'm one of those people who trys to be the quiet one who does her best to do exactly what the directors want... choir is different.
It's such a casual environment, and I love everyone there too much to not talk to them!

a day full of everything

"Be the change you want to see in the world."
                                                  Mahatma Gandhi



Today this auditorium was packed with more than 6,000 kids from middle school up through high school, all there to learn more and support the Free The Children foundation.
I feel blessed to have been one of those kids today.

There were so many inspiring speakers and  moving stories.
My eyes were reopened to the horrors hiding just out side our doors, and the world around us.
Terrible things happen every day, and we hear so little about them.
There are so many stories never told, and lives never lived.
This was a great reminder that it is our job, as citizens of the world, to do our part, and help where we can.

I had to leave We Day a bit early. I was kind of disappointed about that, but in the end, it was worth it.
I went to sing and play a few pieces on the the flute at the health and wellness group at my Gramma's Church.
That went very well.
Old people are always so sweet and supportive. They're not afraid to give compliments.

There was one older gentleman who was very inspiring to me.
He used to be an operatic tenor, and now he's a quiet old man with a dry sense of humor and a smile that makes you want to smile back.
He's had a stroke, and he doesn't sing very often anymore.
During his quick interview, he charmed the room.
After the program, when everyone was mulling around sipping their tea, he was persuaded to give us a quick little performance.
You could tell that this please him more than he would say.

His voice was so sweet and clear, but still only a shadow of what it had been.
Listening to his brief performance brought tears to my eyes.

You work towards something you're whole life, but in the end, it's life that takes it away from you.
Inside that quite old man, the flirty young man who loved to give impromptu performances to unsuspecting ladies who spoke whatever language he knew an opera in, is still there.

It's so easy to forget that everyone was young once, and deep inside, they still are.
Life is so short, but from where I am now, it seems to stretch on forever.

"School"

This is the week when  my on-line courses start.
It's almost two whole weeks since all of my friends went back to school, and here I am, just starting back up.

On-line courses usually start out pretty rough.
Half of the kids have no idea what they're doing, and the other half don't seem to care enough to do it.
Definitely not a good combination if you're looking for smooth sailing.

My last course went well, I still haven't gotten my final mark yet, but I'm not too worried.
It was only grade 10 math, so it's not something that's going to make or break my future in any drastic way.


It's nice to have someone else telling you you are doing alright.
But it's kind of a pain to have to always have things percolating in the back of your mind.
I'm basically on my own when it comes to having to understand whats going on.
My mom can't really help me at this level, and the teachers can't really do much, since you have to type them your questions, and if they don't really understand the question, you don't end up with a very substantial answer.


This semester I'm taking Grade 11 University Prep English, and Grade 11 Functions.
I like English.
But I don't know if I'll be any good at giving the teacher what she asks for.
Oh well.
We'll just have to wait and see.

Market, Fries and Other Wonders of Saturdays

It feels so good to have Saturday just to relax.
I'm so used to having one or more rehearsals I have to rush off too, but this season is going to be different.

I like to be busy.
And I find when I have too much time on my hands my life just turns to mush and I don't get anything accomplished.
But to be perfectly honest, I think that's what Saturday is supposed to be all about.

This morning I got up, at some cereal, read some of Jane Eyre, and headed off to the market with my Daddy.
When we first got there we ordered some fries and tried to find someplace to sit(harder than you think, especially when you're contending with Chinese New Year festivities).

These fries that I speak of, are one of the more elusive things in my life right now.
I go to the market every Thursday to talk about books, and every week I have the same internal debate.
French fries, or no french fries.
This question never seems to get old for me.
Usually I can never resist, but on Thursdays, things just get a lot more complicated.
Either I just don't get them, or when I want to the people aren't there to serve me.

I guess since today wasn't a Thursday, everything was bound to go in my favour.
The fries we're well worth the wait!

We also bought a bunch of apples, since I've been craving market fresh apples for the longest time.
The grocery store variety just doesn't cut it.

Dad and I had a few more errands to run, and then back home it was.

The rest of the day has consisted of finding exciting new music to listen too, and reading Charlotte Bronte's, Jane Eyre.

I was supposed to go babysitting this evening, but I don't think that's going to happen.
The snow is coming down fast and furious.
So that is looking like a no go.

Oh well.
Staying at home eating granola bar rice crispy squares continuing my reading and music searching seems like a good option too.

Naps Are Lovely Things

Today I have the sweet indulgence of having a long awaited nap.
What a wonderful thing it was!

Naps are strange creatures. They are something that doesn't quite make sense.
We all have naps every single day as babies, but once we grow out of that stage of life, naps become a rare and forgotten activity.

The funniest nap story that I can call my own goes something like this:

I came home one afternoon after a long rehearsal and fell into bed to have a nice long nap.
When I woke up the clock told me it was 7:10.
I lept out of bed, flew to the kitchen, poured myself a bowl of cereal.
All the while my father was giving my the strangest looks.

Apparently I hadn't slept through the whole night, as I had thought.
 It was evening, and I was rushing for nothing.
At least I got a yummy bowl of cereal out of the deal.

I still find it funny how convinced I was it was morning and that I should have already been out the door.

Naps are the best.
Hands down.

four coins, one dollar

This week is just overflowing with the lovely-ness of choir!
I'm pretty sure I'm singing with one of my choirs, every single day, and that's totally fine by me.

I have a bunch of germ-ies floating around inside of me right now, so my singing isn't quite up to par. But I'm having fun regardless.

I'm one of the few teenagers I know who doesn't have a cell phone, and is quite happy living that way.
A rarity I know.
The only thing is that not having a cell phone makes things a bit difficult when plans change.
At least I always know that I'll be surrounded by a sea of other teenagers who are all clutching their little pieces of technology.

This evening choir let out early, and I was trying to call home(the line was busy).
But my friend was letting me use his phone(to no avail).
He got his ride all sorted out, but I still hadn't gotten a hold of anyone. So he insisted that I take his quarters... so I could use a pay phone.
I told him it was fifty-sense, but I would be fine.
His persisted, and gave me a dollar, just in case I called the wrong number, or something.

The phone remained busy, and I didn't have to use a pay phone.

So now I'm up a dollar,  four coins richer.
I think I might feel the need to pay him back on Thursday.


I'm not so broke that I need to keep a dollar.

Somewhere else to write

I've become a bit obsessed with this whole blogging thing that I blindly started at the start of this school year.

I already have four other blogs that I dabble with, but I felt that I needed a spot that I could just write about my life.
I have a family blog, that I update with tid-bits about my cute little siblings, I have a blog that I keep with a group of my friends, and a blog that's a collection of book reviews, how-to's, and random-ness, but I wanted one more... one that's just for me, for whatever.
One that I can write on regularly with out trying to stay with a style or 'theme'.
This blog is just about my life.


This is my free place to write about whatever.
Whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like.

This is just me!


We'll see where it goes from here.