Library date at the QEII (third floor).

I want to live where soul meets body.

Self-righteous rant time:

I don’t like Facebook. If someone doesn’t know that about me, it’s safe to say they’ve never even met me. I remember the good ol’ days where shortly after you’d meet someone they would ask “So, do you have MSN?” Now it’s “I'll write on your wall when I get home, lolz.”

It pisses me off to say the least.

That being said, I’d just like everyone to know that my pictures should never be copy/pasted out of here. If you desire a photo, you can let me know instead of thieving it out of my blog. RAPSCALLIONS.

But even then I don’t want any of these photos to go on Facebook. If you want photos for your Facebook, buy a camera and take your own.

I’m not being mean, I’m being pony-like and telling how I feel. So feed me a carrot and let’s move on, okay?

DO YOU LIKES DA CREATIVE OR DA MATH, EH?

Okay, so I've mentioned this to like everyone and I keep forgetting to post it. Which way do you see the girl spin?

For the longest time I could only ever see her spin clockwise (creative = right-side thinker), they say if you try hard enough you can see her spin in both ways. I COULDN'T DO IT. But then I started doing math equations in my head and she spun the other way. It’s crazy.

If you can only see her spin counter-clockwise, try thinking about art and music. The human mind is so COOL.

Leave a comment/let me know which way she spins for you. Everyone I know is both creative and mathsy so I’m interested to see what happens for you guys!

Papa Gandhi.

Friday's (extreme) love.

Okay guys, this is one BIG love list. I have a lot of things to be grateful for this week. Lots of birthday happys and holiday treats, so wach'out!

BEST FRIDAY LOVE LIST EVA

Cookies covered in chocolate with caramel innards
Finishing midterms
Babar
Growing your own ponies
Discussing death by helium balloons
Sleeping for hours on end
This Lullaby
Caramel Chews
BIRTHDAYS
Free birthday food from restaurants
Getting my bangs cut (friggers wouldn't stay out of my eyes)
Legal drinkage
Bingo scratch tickets
Leftover Halloween candy
Cute little trick-or-treaters
Birthday presents
Portable filing devices
Friends who love me
Growing my own boyfriend :)
Millions wishing ME a happy birthday (or what felt like millions)
Chicken Monterey
Leis
Cameras to capture memories that will last a lifetime
Skipping class
Skipping court
Skipping prison (on my birthday? I don’t think so)
Alanis Morissette
Making a list two pages long of things that need to be cleaned and/or organized in my bedroom
My Bro making a rare autumn appearance in Newfoundland. . . TONIGHT!
People going to vegetarian restaurants with you even though they are obviously not vegetarian
REALIZING THAT YOUR LOVE LIST IS SO TOTALLY FULL OF LOVE


Go forth young ones, multiply and makes lists of thine own.

Turbo birthday.

There comes a point in every man’s life where he must choose his destiny. Lucky for you you’re still relatively young and have not reached that point yet.

You’re a pretty cool friend, Robert Jones. You buy me sappy seashell cards with hand-drawn fire trucks on them. You proof-read the most boring essays ever for me. You pass along good music when you find it. You humor me by taking on a pony name of your very own. You are the only remaining member of my first generation S’ville family left in the city.

It’s kind of crazy because I can think of like a thousand other things to add to that paragraph, which is pretty cool. GOOD FRIENDZ = GOOD TIMEZ.

Stay strong, Moonbeam Fantasy. Don’t let the other ponies ever knock you down, they’re just jealous of your Moonbeam Blast.

Happy Birthday, el Rob-o!