A Lifetime in Two Months

Something wasn't showing right in the original post so here is the updated version. This was originally posted in January 2010.

It seems the winter holidays are times of change and yet I still cling to old tradition as if it were the edge of a high cliff. My hair is short, my room is painted and and my next 3 months will be spent in a foreign country. To say I've become a bit bolder these past months would be an understatement. As I slowly feel my eyelids drooping my mind rests on what I've accomplished in 2009 and what potential 2010 has to offer.

In this past year I have:

1. Created a portfolio of my amateur photographic adventures.
2. Met a new friend from another country.
3. Learned more about myself, which is ongoing in these teenage years.
4. Sang in the National Ballet of Canada's Nutcracker and met some lovely people who were a part of the production.
5. Read some very special books that are now close to my heart.
6. Watched my little brother grow up another year which is always rewarding.
7. Remembered a Grandad, almost lost an Oma and gained a cousin.
8. Finally figured out that Blue from Blue's Clues is a girl.
9. Kept a diary for a substantial amount of time.
10. Welcomed a little furry addition to our family, Ollie.

It seems to me that 2009 was a year well spent.

I can smell the winter cabins already.

Happy Birthday?

As I celebrate my 16th year, I am flooded with worry. What am I supposed to do with myself? I am in adolescent limbo, not yet considered independent and yet grown out of childhood past times. I think of what I'll say when I am older and wiser, what I'll think of my present actions. My prediction is that I shall laugh and kid about my naive and stubborn opinions of the world. And more importantly my dangerously vivid imagination. It kind of scares me how easily I can be enthralled with something and spend days, weeks even months lingering on it. How fickle.

Or I may just be a teenaged girl who spends too much of her time worrying about herself...

Retail Therapy

I know this might seem pathetic to others who may be better off or more knowledgeable in the fashion world that I yearn to one day be a part of.

But at this particular moment I don't really care:

Marc Jacobs cream/navy patent heels!

Calming

All at once

Hello, two major events happened this past week both of which I am thrilled about!

Number 1: There's a new edition to my family! Ollie the shapendoe (dutch sheepdog) who is only 2 months old arrived on Friday. I feel a wonderful relationship is going to bloom between us. So far my camera is charging so when it's done I will try and post some pictures of him and his lovelyness.

Number 2: (A bit overshadowed by Number 1)

Backstory: At the beginning of the school year in September, my french teacher asked me if I wanted to apply for an exchange program to France. Obviously this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up so I said yes.

And now I've heard news that I've been successfully matched! I wouldn't want to disclose another person's information without their permission so I'll just say her name is Florence.

EXCITING? YES.

For some visual appeal, here is a song, haha.

'Boy' she said courteously 'why are you crying?'

I must say, Peter Pan is a definite classic.

While I spent my time as a young naive child I never approached this story until sadly I was first introduced to it via the 2003 movie. The movie wasn't that bad, but I confess that nothing measures up to the pure magic written by J.M Barrie. The Disney cartoon version isn't that bad either, but I digress.

And I quote:

'If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon.'

Full of imagination. This book makes me want to time-travel back to when I was 8 or so and just fly away to the Neverland with the Mermaid Lagoon and the Redskins and the Lost Boys and of course Hook. One thing I also noticed about reading this book is that when you're older it's harder to let go of the fact that Wendy, Michael and John are away from home for so long. When I was little, it was often the case that all my attention was fixed on the situation happening, whereas now I seem to dwell more on what has previously happened and the circumstances of (in the case) the children's actions.

After that deep dwelling into my reading styles I feel exhausted.

BYE