look little dear!

i made you some deers!

animals and witch hunts

well here it is:

ocad,

here is the downpayment of the rest of my soul.

yeah thats right, i'm painting tonight.

congrats first essay, you're about to be succeeded by first major project.

small consolation

at least mondays come before tuesdays.

farm girls and trapper hats

thought of you

sooo french!

wow

things really have changed, but i won't forget a thing.

wooly sweater

as the leaves turn

i miss home the most

the leaves here aren't the same.

i want to see them in brilliance

scatter the grass,

instead of the streets.

i want to take brisk walks at night

wearing my mittens and fur hat.

i want to wear my wooly knitted sweater, snuggled up in your arms,

most of all.

but here i don't have that;

the leaves aren't the same,

the walks aren't the same.

i want the peace of a true fall day.

i should probably start...

using my lookbook before i forget how to log in.

fluffsie muffsie

when i was walking home from school today i saw a woman with her dog waiting to cross the street. i simply couldn't resist the temptation and because she wasn't looking i reached down to scratch his fluffly black head. sooo softy.

thank you three day weekends

not alot of homework got done, but my weekend was worth it.

wait a minute,

why are girls always the desperate ones?

is it just me,

or am i being paranoid again?

you suck.

who has the time to blog anymore?

not many of us it seems. anyways, i was on my way to school today and i saw a cat. wearing a collar. it was grey and white and if i wasn't so late for class i would have stopped in my tracks to snuggle it. or at least a pat and a hello. it made me want my cat to rub my face in. all soft and warm. that seems to be one of two reminders that hit home the most on how much i miss home. the other one is things that remind me of you. you and my cat. apparently thats all i'll ever need.

snuggle me?

some people

some people are just full of disappointments, and i'm so glad you're not one of them.

things really aren't what they seem, are they?

lamby snuggle

this one's me, and dat one's you.

baaa!

candy land

sweet talkin, sugar coated, candy man.

if home is where the heart is then we're all just...

{insert bad word here}

fall out boy really knows how to say it.

coming home.

i really can't wait to get on that train tonight.

i really can't wait to get home tonight.

i really can't wait to see my baby tonight.

i really can't wait to be in your arms tonight.

dress up

sick belts yo.

i think i just might wear all these to rhetoric. i mean, i could't choose just one.

i miss my kitty love

mrrrow.

nice place

but there truly is no place like home. stephanie rotz was right. plus its kinda empty when she's at school. which seems to be always, because our schedules are the exact opposite of one another. how convenient. let's hope today is better than yesterday. if it counts, i'm more nervous. let the real games begin. first stop: drawing class. second stop: colour. oh how i love getting home at ten o clock each night.

got my picture taken

on my way to school today for the second time, (still waiting for the third), and my second outfit, i was bustling along queen street, being "too cool" for public transit, (yet sweating like a pig) and a young man asked to take my picture. (chrisrobinsonphoto.com) i'm going to be on a blog. he asked what i wanted to pursue with my life and i said "i'm going to be an artist!" he liked my shoes.

how's that for a first day?

(honestly, could have been better.)

maybe i dont want to leave,

maybe, i'd rather stay here with you.

not maybe, more like definitely.

i'll miss you every moment.

dreamcatcher

you hold all my dreams

in the webs of your fingers

interlaced with mine,

and my love resides

between the ridges

of your fingerprints

and the dirt under your nails.

hold me until the moon will fall

and smile.

rattle your bones and scream your enchantments,

to the bottom of the ocean,

swim with me.

for my dreams are no more than smoke

if it is not in your hands they sleep.