imagination makes me hungry.

listening to: no doubt - simple kind of life
mood: tired.

I'd love to be somebody's one and only wife.

Someday, one day. In the future (WAY future) obviously. As much as I would love having lavish material things, silk robes and chandeliers dripping with diamonds, plush rugs and a architectural wonder of a chateau to call home, all I really want is a loyal husband. And a few kids. Maybe a cat. No, definitely a cat. It almost seems like Gwen sings straight from my mind sometimes, I only want a simple kind of life. Modest living, as the Pants Situation would put it. I guess it would be nice to have all of those things, but what's the point? More to dust.

If you'd advert your eyes to the man standing on your right, you will see a handsome young Norwegian lad by the name of Sondre Lerche. He is my recent obsession. I hope he doesn't blow up like every other band or musical artist that I discover on my own and gallantly share with everyone else. Many mistakes I've made, that's a fact. But Sondre..he's something special. Not only is he easy on the eyes, he can play quite the ballad and his voice isn't so bad either. Its simple to see why I love him so much. Or why anyone would. BACK OFF. Seriously though. I wish I could just find music, and selfishly and greedily hover over it. Mine mine mine. I won't argue if you accuse me of being possessive. I am, its a fact.

Changing gears again. I would love to run a lemonade stand again this year!

No. I'd rather not talk about that, there's really not much to say.

Apartments. I want one. Maybe not in the WAY future, I'm thinking more near future. I'll finish school, backpack across Europe, (you can't take a girl's dreams away from her, especially me. mine mine mine.) take classes at ACAD and eventually have an apartment of my own. Just a one-level flat, simple yet elegant. Simply elegant. I can picture it now, coming home from a long day of school and work, plopping down on my leather couch to check my messages. There would be tons of course, the usual from Mom checking in, the reminder from the video store to bring in my overdue rentals, maybe even one from whatshisface, inquiring about dinner and movie plans for next week. Depending on my day, I'd either order East Indian food from the place down the street or whip up a quick chicken quesadilla and pick at the rest of my Caesar salad from lunch. Depending on the season and weather (if it's Calgary, you really never know) I'd either boil water for tea and curl up under my comforting feather duvet (possibly a consolation present from whichever best friend I still talk to, hopefully any of them, keep in touch kids) or have a quick cool shower and sing a few ballads on my balcony to the ugly pidgeons, junkies and strict brick buildings which make up my neighborhood. Or, perhaps, I'd put on Two Way Monologues by Sondre Lerche and dance around my simply elegant home in a chartreuse tulle princess dress I constructed at ACAD as the majority of my final mark.

Oh Anne Shirley, what have you done to me?

love always, xo.