i've been doing stuff march break. not great stuff, much stuff nonetheless. like watching french films with the subtitles on, making hair accessories out of rubix cubes and tiny glittery birds, as well as going to our more than likely urine contaminated pool to urge my cousin to take chances in life by jumping off the high dive (which is actually higher than it looks, props to my girl). but when i think of march break i think of being whisked away to some extoic location to meet a mysterious stranger who happens to be the lead singer of an uber cool band and then i become their new lead singer and my life turns rad. or, i go on this never ending road trip which ends up with me getting a lead role on broadway and spending my free time sewing little bows on to frilly dresses for my clothing line while i also make costumes for my 24 ferrets whom i love so dearly and take everywhere with me. but, no. instead i'm here. in timmins. writing a post that 3 people max will read. but you know what? despite the lack of life altering events enveloping my life and nonstop adventure overhwleming all of my senses, i'm content. weird huh? i actually agree, i don't undertand how my happiness source is still truckin with the lack of desires being fufilled all the time, but you know what, the hot glue gun, metaphore ridden movie plots and odd lacy, frilly, off coloured dresses from the little girl section of value village and my super cool new leather shorts that i want to wear 24/7/365 are keeping my attention span and mind flwoing for the time being.



















haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnah.