Blogging on-the-go

Testing out blogging on my iPod touch. Weird if this works. Seems that Ivan will be replaced on the basis of convenience, once I get quicker at this, life will be good times. Now all I need is free wifi all over the city-- now that would be beautiful.

Happy Birthday, Kid

In a couple of hours, it'll be my sister's birthday. She turns twenty. She's the youngest one-- it's kind of a weird reality check, the five of us kids are now in our twenties. We're all getting so old, so big. So weird.
My birthday follows on the Monday-- so for a day, she and I get to be the same age. It's interesting, it's funny how it worked out. Birthday's aren't a big deal around here, not really, we have cake and gifts and sing happy birthday out loud, even though we're all in our twenties now. We're still secretly children at heart.
That's my sister (up there), she's the one on the left. She's the kind of sister who'll do romantic things like buy me a guitar when I tell her that I want to be a musician, then return it two days later once I've changed my mind. She'll buy me the Grey's Anatomy seasons two weeks after my birthday so that it's a surprise. She'll guess "survivor" when we play cranium and have to match answers about reality tv. She'll let me sleep on her bed, even though it's her favourite, and she'll hate every minute of sleeping on the top bunk. She the kind of person who'll take care of our puppy every day, even though it pisses her off. She's the kind of girl who'll give me a hundred dollars even when it's her last hundred, and she doesn't get paid for another week. She's the kind of girl who'll give me her hair clip, even though she has a bigger mane than mine. The kind of girl who'll make me laugh really hard, and give me credit for a joke that was really hers. The kind that reads only the books I've recommended cause only then will they be any good. The kind that pays $15 for gingerbread cookies cause I have a craving and it's too early in the season and you can't find them anywhere. That's the kind of sister I have-- that's the kind of girl this world's been blessed with for another year.
I don't know if it's possible to look up to someone younger than you. But I do. I look up to her-- she's funny, and beautiful, and smart, and clever, and kind-- and she has, what is easily, one of the biggest hearts I've ever known. She is one of my very best friends, and it is her birthday, and I can't imagine a year in which this day would not exist.

Happy Birthday, kid.

I love you more.

times four.

Things will never be the same. That's just the way it is.

Change is constant.
Change is inevitable, and is always occuring.
Thus, it is constant.
Change is, in itself, an ironic oxymoron.

Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas this year. It's sad when the Holidays lose their excitement, their flair, their epic months of eager countdowns. It's sad when you realize that they no longer have that kind of an impact anymore. When you wake up, it's Christmas morning and you almost forget.

It's sad when it's four days from your birthday and you haven't thought of what you want, or what you're going to do, only to decide that there isn't anything you want and nothing you'll do. It's sad when you get older and these things lose their shine. When did Christmas stop being exciting, and literally revolt back to its religious ways? When did family stop coming by, and having big dinners and lots of drinks? When did cousins grow up from a distance, when did encounters with family become awkward? When did Christmas lose its shine? I think somewhere around last year (maybe even the year before?)
I'm only twenty. Only twenty and some days it feels like I should be fourty-- having seen all the good things, and no longer looking forward to most.

Change is inevitable. Friendships cease to exist, cease to bring joy and comfort and consistency. They disappear, fade away slowly. Until finally, ultimately, these friendships turn into monthly text messages and "how have you been" updates.

When I was five I had a dozen best friends. I played at recess and laughed out loud, shared lunch and went to birthday parties every week.
Now. Now. Now. That's all gone. That's all lived out in decades of memories. Decades. I can say that now. I can say that I've been alive for decades (even if just a couple).

"Nothing gold can stay, Ponyboy."

Easily one of the most true, most important things any character or poet has ever taught me.


Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Good timesss

You know what's good times?!? Cranium.

Good good good times.
It's hillarious, and interesting!
and different and fun.
haha.
Go out and get it. Grab a group of friends, you'll die of laughter! I'm not big on board games, really, not a fan, but cranium is jokes.

Had a baking session with the little sister:) Made cookies and rice krispies squares- so good. Haven't baked in a while, it was fun.

finally decorated for Christmas!

soo fun and pretty!

and just because.

Comeback

Ready for a rapid set of updates? Cause here they come.

Finally upheld my promise to Nadia--
we went on our romantic date together, after bailing on her four times. (seriously, I suck), but finally, finally, we made it!

We went to the tea shop (I think that's what it's called), it was great by the way! Despite the fact that it was mainly filled with those in their later part of life. The staff was great & welcoming, sweet overall. The prices were a tad more than I would normally spend on tea, but the scones and cookies were freakin delicious! So it made up for the oldies.

They give you your own pot of tea, hold about three cups-- can choose from a gajillion different flavours, it was great-- lots of loose leaf tea soaking in the bottom.


took a solid twnty minutes before I could figure out how to use the camera, I now have half a dozen videos of us trying to get it right, then handing it between the wait staff who tried to figure it out as well. haha.
Streetville is decked out in decorations! Lotsa people decorate their homes, even put ornaments on the trees outside. So cute.

:)finished the day at second cup, classic Gingerbread latte! to die for. perfect holiday drink, tradition for three years. Love!