I have always liked the prospect of keeping a written account of ones life, mine in particular, I suppose, but like most things in my life I lack the committment, the dedication.
 I will try to keep a dedicated post here, but who knows whether or not this will actually pan out.

 It has been a shitter of a year so far. I have flunked out of most of my college classes just because I decided I didn't care anymore. The truth is I do, but I don't. I like reading and I like writing, I just don't like to read and write about what others tell me to and I fucking hate schedules. I was not born on a schedule, in fact I was born three days late, so the concept of time has been a lame once since the beginning of my time. I actually think my favourite past time may be the frittering away of time, is that even a hobby? I could make it an olympic sport if I wanted to, but as previously stated ambition is something that completely alludes me.

  I am reading the Scarlet Letter currently, and it sucks. It's long and pedantic and half the time I start to drift off and even though I am reading the lines, nothing is being absorbed and at the end of the page I'm like, what the hell - I don't remember a thing! Reading aloud sometimes helps, although I trip over words at times.

  I finished reading Stupid White Men by Michael Moore and it was fantastic. Funny, acerbic and scary since at the end of the book he has a list of his sources. I only seen one of his movies, 'Sicko,' and it was really great - it made me glad that I live in Canada, where as my British poli sci teacher pointed out that all we need is to flash our blue msi cards and we cannot be denied treatment. I'm sure my parents pretty little health insurance plans help splendidly.

 I have to catch the bus in an hour to go to work. I'll listen to T. Rex because they are my current fave. The song 'hot love' is so addictive. Two minutes of 'la la la la la la'... it's awesome.

 I am unsuccessfully trying to convert to a vegetarian diet. I love vegie dogs and soy cheese only tastes good melted on top, alone, it is just awful. I rarily drink cow's milk anymore because chocolate and strawberry soy milk is delicious. Almond milk is quite good, too. I have noticed that the vanilla soy milk I've been buying lately (the last two) have had a funky taste - it actually tastes like the cardboard that it is packaged in.

 Besides working this weekend I have to redye my hair because I have blonde roots growing in on top of my red hair, which I love. I have to get my bangs trimmed too. When I was in high school I swore I would never get bangs again, but I love them. They're fun. I can wear them over my eyes, swiped to the side or pulled back. I also like rocking wavy hair, it's a nice change for my pin straight tresses. I just stick some organic mousse on towel-dried hair than scrunch the hair with my fingers while blow drying on low heat. It turns out quite nice, but is a bit time consuming.

 Sometimes I feel vain, but who else am I supposed to think about? I am supposed to be my own number one, right?