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i. hate. aritzia.

if they don't kill me of lowered-self-worth, then they certainly will as i cry driving home this late at night.

the last of summer to do list:

- take clothes to burlington

- flea market

- design logo + art things

- find a job in toronto

- move back in to apartment

- clean room

- borrow/purchase reading list

- read reading list

- birthday

- cottage/camping with the girls

- paint

breathe happy

apparently my room stinks and i don't really know what to do about it. change the water in my flowers and febreeze i guess?

so i may just be going to see fleet foxes tomorrow?

Sale at Aritzia!!!

come buy things from me, tell your friends, i need the sales.

i need new sneakers

like little slip on ones, like sneaker sailor indian boat shoes

my summer plans consist of:

-actually working at aritzia/somewhere else

-h24 dress competition (tomorrow!)

-waterpark

-picnic

-photoshoot behind the camera with Sunny Humber and Kristie Allen

-photoshoot infront of the camera with Brittany Daigle

-wisdom teeth out

-cottage

-start an online business for vintage

i do

just took me a minute to realize

i hope you didn't see that

i love when google search history can be used against you. i was just curious i swear.

you cut like a knife

i've been having alot of ups and downs lately. mostly downs.

photoshoot ideas:

- scrap yard

- flower afro

- underwater

- two naked people wrapped up together

- gilt mirrors

time to go location hunting!

paints

throwing out all the art my mum saved for me. surprisingly, some of it is worth keeping i think. i just have the strongest urge to paint right now and i can't because all my paints and brushes are in toronto, sitting all alone, crying out my name. speaking of toronto, i have a ton of shit to bring home to a place with no space to put it.

why won't you let me cut off all my hair?

i just need a change.

you're looking very shane today

i doubt i'll sleep well tonight

i have no idea what to wear to my first day of training. at least i have some clothes i brought home. some.

wrong

i guess all that bitching payed off after all.

all you gotta do is have no faith in yourself.

probably couldn't get a job if my life depended on it.

probably couldn't get a job if my life depended on it.

i'm not sure what i'm doing wrong, maybe it's the fact that i don't enjoy acting like a cocky piece of shit and that instead i'm honest.

as of tomorrow, i'll have had 7 interviews. none of which will have called me with good news. none of which will likely even return my calls.

the irony?

a lazy sonofabitch who really doesn't want the job, who likely steals, and expects time off, will likely be hired before me because they have experience forcing purchases down customers throats.

apparently people don't want to hire an honest, friendly, hardworking girl unless she knows how to manipulate people. apparently commitment is not worth the time.

i'm sorry that i'm not 100% sure if i can sell $350 worth of crap every hour.

i'm sorry that i'll try my hardest, but that's not good enough.

rant. rant. rant.

skip

i can't believe

how you're still able to make

my heart skip a few beats

and you didn't even say a thing.