My Life Right Meow

My brain is a confuffle of mush
(that is not a word, however, in my mush of a brian it is).

I changed my design again.  I think my last look was a lot of me taking out my anger on my blog and I am sorry for that.  The cosmic, pre-teen look was badass, don't get me wrong. But this simple look is more... easier on the mind.  Makes me less stressed.

Anyways.

A few problems,
I have no where to live as of the beginning of this school year,
I don't have enough money to live anywhere,
I wish that my ex would grow up,
and to top it all off, I've been a PMSing anti-social bitch who's been stuffing chocolate in her face for the past three weeks.
Lawl.
I have swallowed more tea than the fair trade company could ever trade in a lifetime, and I have started to take White Girl Problem's blog way too seriously.

I just wish that someone would shake every worry off of me and tell me everything is going to be alright.
I know it will be, it always is.
It's just sometimes that reassurance from someone else is all it takes to believe it.

I also need my eyes to uncross. It's not a very chic look.


SEE WHAT I MEAN?!

This Girl Gets Me

I'm Sick Of Summer

A Special Limerick For You

There once was a silly young prick
who only ever listened to his dick.
It never failed to get hard
when staring at the "ex" card,
but shrunk when she gave it a kick.

Teenagers And Their Silly Shenanigans!

Last night there was a slip n' slide going all the way down the hallway and out the front door.

It was fucking awesome.

You Are The Storm That I Believe In

This storm is beautiful.

It has been the hottest summer since sometime in the 60's (I feel like I am living in New Mexico with all this dead grass) and we have been long overdue for some rain.
I wish I could get a picture right when the lightning flashes.
There is so much, it's like watching static on the T.V.
The thunder is non-stop.

I was thinking of this the other day, but is saying, "The storm was so calming" ironic or an oxymoron?
Or something else entirely.
Or nothing at all !
I don't know.
Anyways, this storm is very calming, almost soothing really.


I'm so glad I stayed awake to see this.

Sometimes Drunk Emotions Jumble Together Into Rubbish

I'd be lying to everyone if I said I was okay.

I know everyone has their own problems.
Just like I've got mine, they've got theirs.
But is it fair to say that no matter the issue, it still feels as big of a problem as the next?
Is that fair?

YES. EXACTLY.

I Think It Was The Red Hair Dye

You know that feeling of walking around naked in your house?
I've had that feeling permanently for a week now.
On top of everything that's been happening, I have finally found this feeling of liberation.
I've also grown this confidence in myself.
I feel like I can do anything!
I'm sure this feeling will wear off once I try to fly off my roof!
      (That one was for cheap laughs. I'm sorry)
But in all honesty I am at my happiest right now.
I'm getting back into my old routines,
I'm eating better,
I'm working out again,
My happier song playlists are seeing the light of day again,
and I've got nobody holding me back.
      Anyone who was I have accepted what they've done and erased their unimportance from my life.
Everything is starting to fall back in place.
I'm becoming me again.

I like me.
Me is good.
Me is my friend.
Me is very happy.


And because I am utterly OBSESSED with this woman, I will end this with one of her songs.

Something I Forgot to Publish Two Months Ago

Today was a "Let's-contradict-everything-in-my-life" kind of day.

I decided not to go to mandatory classes today.  I felt like shit anyways, so there.
But instead I trekked up to York Mills to go with my friend to her orthodontist appointment.
And it was there I had an epiphany.
I want to be an editorialist.
Screw making a prop list and sound cues for %10 (currently what I am trying to avoid doing at 4:16am),
I want to write about how things make me feel for %10

Also, I stopped eating. It was weird.
I had no appetite all day. I bought lunch around lunch time because it felt necessary.
Two bites in, full.
Me,
Victoria Ius,
eater of about absolutely anything that is put infront of me,
full.
Like I said,
weird.

You is Only a 3 Letter Word.

Your wit astounds me.
You are so clever,
right?
You know everything, so you must be clever.
You know everything about me.  Hell, you know more about me than I do,
obviously.
You know how to use sarcasm to the point where others laugh along.
I laughed at it too.
Always did, and always will.
You know how to run things, how to control things.
You know what is right and wrong, and you know where I'm better off.
Right?
You decided where things were going to go,
or should I say end,
so you must know.

You know,
for the longest time I thought you were always right.
But you had it all wrong.
Always did, and always will.

I Stayed In The Darkness with You