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Summer…

I feel like I’m back in elementary school after summer vacation, writing about my experiences and if I learned anything from them.

Summer is not one of my favourite seasons, it is sticky, hot but for the most part it is boring. I’m one of those people who just get bored easy I guess, while most people were excited to have months off school and, maybe, work I was dreading the fact that I would have to find something to do to entertain myself on the days I wasn’t working. And I’m part-time so there was a lot of time to fill.

If I was writing this in the form of an elementary school journal it would probably read something like:

On my summer vacation:

I did almost nothing. Until the week before school started when I went on the annual family vacation. The family vacation has turned into just my dad, my brother and I, since my mother has responsibilities as a farmer, especially during the birthing season. We go up north, to Muskoka, and basically rent a cottage at a resort on the Lake of Bays. My dad spends most of his waking hours down on “his terrace” sunning, sometimes even when it is threatening to thunderstorm, my brother goes tubing and hangs out with kids his age, but where does that leave me? A 19-year old at a family resort for a week where there are mainly younger children because kids under 12 are free that week. Usually I would take photographs or just float on the lake on a tube basically looking like I died. But not this past year. I didn’t do anything important or exciting or even remotely interesting.

I feel as if I’m in a permanent state of boredom and I am really hoping that this new school year will at the least give me something to talk about.

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Winging It

hmm...

Do you know how many times that phrase is used? Too many for some reason. This upcoming week has made me realize that I’ve become to reliant on “winging it”. So reliant that I don’t even know what winging it truely means anymore.

Since when do I not prepare for anything when I was taught to be prepared for anything cuz life throws you a crapload of astroids. (Woot space reference). I leave it all to the last minute and get stressed. To de-stress I have started telling myself that you’ll be fine just winging it, when really no I won’t.

The quality I know I can have in my work, in my life just isn’t there. Completely attributed to winging it. While somethings don’t need to be put through the process a billion times over again, everything should be atleast looked at once because there are always areas to improve on.

Curse of the Unfinished

One of my biggest problems for quite a while  now is finishing things, I start off enjoying doing something and then either got bored with it or found something new. When I was a kid I probably started a billion different craft projects and how many do I remember completing? Pretty close to none. One or two now and then but compared to the rate I started a new one I failed miserably in completing.

Then came high school and homework…Well, I guess I’m still not good at finishing things.

Even things I really love doing, such as writing I never finish. I’ve started many a story and either didn’t know how to finish or completely started doubting my work. As I go through old files on my computer I begin to realize how truely pathetic my work seems. I can see that there was potential but then as I read further I can see where I start getting frustrated or bored and then where I completely give up. Sometimes in the middle of a sentence. Check out these unfinished pieces and see what I need to improve on for yourself. It doesn’t matter what I say it’s what you think of me, no?

Music is My Soul…For realz?

Uhm...Maybe

How many of us hate music? Yeah we can “hate” on certain kinds of music, certain musicians, certain songs, but on music as a whole?

I certainly hope not.

I’ve never heard a single person I have ever known say such an atrocity. Music guides us through our mishaps, our troubles, our thoughts, our boredom, our lives. Music is my ears, my eyes, my ability to touch. Music might be my soul. Nah, not all of it but a fairly nice sized chunk and I mean REALLY nice! I know some people who probably believe I am a class-A n00b when it comes to music and they’d probably be right when it comes to the standards they have.

For me, I just know what I like. I love listening to anything for at least 30 seconds before a) I start liking it or b) the complete opposite. Example: Queen will never ever let me down, nor will The Who. However, country is definitely not my thing. Also while I’d love to love every one of the Beatles songs made, it just isn’t possible with the more psychedelic songs courtesy of Harrison.

It’s not even the music in general that makes my day it’s those damn great lyrics.

So I’ll leave you with this. I feel like these lyrics kind of fit who I am, and what I want to say but “don’t know how”. From the oh so popular Oasis song called Wonderwall:

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don’t know how

 

 

 

The Downtown Dirty: An Opinion Vlog

Very first edited video by me EVER! Used i Movie and I hope you don;t mind the very beginner-look to it. I’m pretty proud of myself here! Haha.

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