I wanna take you on a roller coaster...

Eh not really, seeing as I am afraid of DYING at a young age on those unstable things. I'm leaving tomorrow for Prince Edward Island. It will be my third time and boy will it be more fun than the previous two times because my brother isn't coming! ;D

That makes me very happy because now I can truly relax and have a REAL vacation. He can stay at home and do nothing, let the house rot and so on.

Yesterday I went out with my boyfriend! We went shoe shopping! For him of course. He needed the perfect shoes for his perfect car, which he luckily found thanks to me for showing him Spring which used to be TRANSIT. I don't know why they changed the name but oh well. It's a great shoe store and I love it!

I'm going to miss him... I just hope that when I come back I can spend two or three lovely days with him. Then I'll be emailing my way for a full month. That will be fun, I get to exercise my writing skills. xD

I'm in a reading mood.

That's right. Ever since I got my hands on gossip girl I felt the need to read... IT'S INSANE. I actually wanted to go to the library instead of seeing a movie. Speaking of which, I saw Journey to the Center of the Earth starring Brendan Fraser. He's a Canadian actor and also the star of the Mummy movies. He's fun to watch when comedy is involved. Anyways, the movie itself was an amusing roller coaster ride if I say so myself. I haven't worn 3D glasses since that field trip in 6th grade to Centre des Sciences de Montreal.

I hated 6th grade, fucking mean kids. I hope they're all getting laid by kids with STDs. srsly. Fucking bastards. Made my last two years of elementary school a living hell. I didn't know kids could be so judgmental, so rude, so oblivious to how they should behave.

Back in my day, actually, back in Saint-John kids acted like kids. They talked about shows kids would watch and laughed all the time at penis and vagina jokes. When I got here it was like a forbidden thing to act like kid. I remember watching a sex ed. video in 6th grade. I honestly thought the thing was hilarious. Yes, I'm an immature brat and fuck it if I laughed at the tape. The kids were looking at me as if I was some lunatic. Well excuse me for being an 11 year old who acts like a fucking 11 year old. I hate it when kids try to act like they're fucking 15 year olds. They need to realize that they're never going to able to be the little spoiled brats they could of been without any consequences. Oh well, I lived my childhood pretty well. I played with boys, Nintendo was the best shit ever and my imagination always shined through when I played with my toys and Barbies.

Being different can fucking suck but in the end you're a winner because you are being yourself. Why fit in a crowd that's just going to push you around just because you think khakis are cool and they don't.

ANYWAYS... I really feel like reading. I think I'll just go reread gossip girl vol 1 and 2. Hopefully my cheap ass dad will get me the third one soon or maybe my lovely library will have it. Let's hope some other preteen didn't take the third volume. Somehow, I feel like it's important to know what happens in the lives of fictional rich Manhattan kids, ya know?

WHY

She screamed it loud and clear. No one heard her. She was devastated. Her son died in her arms. She kept on screaming "WHY? WHY? WHY?"
She did not understand the meaning of all of this. Her heart was torn, her son was gone. All she had struggled for, all she fought for... it was all for him. She loved him very much. It was all she had left.

With him gone, she wondered what it would take to ease her pain. Nothing more than a peaceful rest with her son. She shot herself and joined him. There they were, up the heavens, where they belonged...

Fuck I'm scared all of a sudden... like they're right here...

Embraced by the stars tonight too

Oh... what a lovely evening spent in the cozyness of my boyfriend's TV room and especially his arms. We watched a bit of Dirty Dancing and Ghost, held each other, said romantic things and all I could do was gaze at his new haircut telling myself "God, he's beautiful."

He said he wanted to marry me and I said that I wanted to start a family with him. Love... it's such a beautiful thing. I really did not want to leave him tonight. I didn't want to stop holding him and kissing him... oh it was so nice and perfect. I loved it all.

gossip girl: my new obsession

When I was in Toronto we went to a bookstore and I decided that I was going to read something this summer. I decided to pick gossip girl because I already saw the TV series so I told myself that it would be easier for me to imagine things as I read the novel. The moment I started reading, I just couldn't put it down. I finished the first one in less than 3 days. My dad already bought me the second one on our second day in the city. I guess I felt rushed to finish the first one to get the second.

Anyways... I really love it and the weird part is that my dad doesn't mind spending 108$ or so for the remaining 9 books. He's just happy to see me read so quickly and happily! (even though the book is raunchy, catty and totally not his style) he doesn't give a fuck. I could be reading some erotic novel and he still wouldn't mind!

:) I can't wait to get the third one.

Korneil

Korneil was young lad with a body full of fat, as if he was begging his peers to make fun of is horrendous physique. The 10 year old chump had two odd friends: Trevor, the boy with the contagious laugh and Georgina, a somewhat shy lass who seems to wonder she's friends with these two buffoons.

Korneil took advantage of the nice weather his town was blessed with by going on a peaceful bike ride with his two friends. Korneil rarely did so because he was so ashamed of how he looked like. So many kids made fun of him one day for sweating so much during his presentation about ligers and cobras fighting each other on reality TV.
He couldn't handle the harsh judgments. Every laugh, every jab at his fatness has evidently cursed his mind. After so much disrespect towards who is, he truly believes that he'll die alone. At age 10, that's a really hard thing to believe in.

His friends could care less though. They were his friend because they were totally aware of the treats and great meals Korneil receives. They're all healthy meals, it's the large portion that Korneil demands that explains his overweight physique. And he could care less. Korneil knew that Trevor only made him laugh to please and gain more good food. The gastropod also knew that Georgina recently got in a fight with her former best friend Rini and couldn't stand being alone, so she sought comfort in the big chump. Neither one of them cared for Korneil and on one sad day it truly showed...

A few weeks after his 11th birthday, the poor boy died due to a heart attack. Trevor and Georgina were not in sight at his funeral. His parents were ashamed. He had no friends and died alone.

Monday was a good day

I had a nice morning, dreamed a little and forgot what it was about but I certainly remember enjoying it. I stayed cozy in my bed after waking up until my stomach grew weary and begged for food. I ate leftover pasta. It was delicious as always and it feels as if I'm the only one trying to finish the last of what's left of it.

I spent most of the day on Gaia. Not a single moment was spent in front of the tube. After getting bored with Gaia, I decided it was best to finish a brilliant movie called Notes on a Scandal. I loved it so much that I had to absolutely make my boyfriend witness its greatness. Once again, he felt that it was too long but a good piece of entertainment, the intelligent kind anyway.

Afterwards, we swam in his almost clean pool. Barely did much in there anyways, just enjoyed each other's presence and kissed many times. His eyes, his look... intimidated me. It was as if he held so much power over me. I loved it... makes me feel like I'm dating a romantic bad boy: one who his cold towards his friends and family yet heartwarming towards the one woman he loves and longs to be with most.

Soon after, we settled down in his bedroom and I did something extraordinary to him. He was very pleased and so was I. For once, we were both happy with how things went. I'm glad.


I'm going to miss him over the next few days. Being away from him for too long can sometimes make me go insane...