tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83892189587422757252024-03-14T00:30:31.789-04:00Lady Ventino ::: Redefining what it means to be a LadyValentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-79497171240437115252012-12-15T13:14:00.001-05:002012-12-15T13:14:58.324-05:00my new hauntI fell into the tumblr trap. I'm writing under a new pseudonym now, <a href="http://lady-velora.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Lady Velora</a>. I'll leave this blog up as an archive of my teenage musings.<br />
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-ValentinaValentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-87548315428212642042011-04-05T20:20:00.003-04:002011-04-05T21:26:06.375-04:00Where I've Been and What I've Been Thinking<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is a blog post detailing what I've been up to and my thoughts on some topics. I am going to continue to blog but I'm just not sure how yet. This blog post is an attempt to sort through my thoughts and to come to some conclusion of some sort. This post isn't going to be the most coherent or well organized and for that I apologize but I'm going to use my little corner of the internet to try and figure some things out. </span><br /><br />I've been in Toronto since September trying to come to terms with being away from home and being surrounded by a plethora of confusing people. I'm a huge social hermit, which means that I'm a person who loves to talk (topics of the conversation can range from the latest episode of whichever trashy reality tv show I've become addicted to or the role of cultural appropriation plays in racism) but I also enjoy more than a healthy amount of time by myself. I like people but I only really talk to or hang around people I like (which is an obvious statement but since moving here I've seen an alarming amount of people who deliberately hang around people they don't like) and even then I really enjoy my time alone so I can sit around and contemplate the meaning of the universe.<br /><br />First semester was a shit show of me trying to whip myself into academic shape (the success of this is debatable but I'm getting better at the very least) and dealing with being home sick and actually sick. I had a lovely bout of bronchitis that was nothing short of depressing. I'm growing and learning but that's besides the point. Actually first semester wasn't a complete shit fest but it was a harder than I thought it was going to be. I had been day dreaming about University for a long time and I had a fictitious and idealized version of what it would mean for me to move to this awesome city to enroll in my dream program. I've met some really cool people and I need to stop playing the role of observer and start participating in this thing called life.<br /><br />I took a looong break from blogging because I didn't get the point anymore. I wasn't that into it to begin with and I always felt stupid posting pictures of myself and my outfits.<br /><br />While I did stop writing, I didn't stop reading. Pretty much all day I've been lounging in my bed reading a lot of stupid things and getting pissed off about them. That actually reminds me of one of my classes, Intro to Reporting. For one class we had to write two short reports, on of which was about a conference at Ryerson that talked about sexism in the workplace.<br /><br />During the panel we had to sit on to report on, I was interested in not only what was coming out of the panelists mouth but also what was going through my classmates heads. When we got back to class to start writing, our professor, the awesome and always amazing Dan (in the journalism program all of the professors go by their first names. It was EXTREMELY weird for me at first, I've always had to address adults a certain way and their first name was never one of them.) had us start a conversation. So at first we just went over the basics of who was there and what the point of the whole thing was. When we got to the "so what?" part is where I was really disappointed. Basically to summarize the majority conversation was that why were these old broads complaining, sexism is something guys never get away with these days, that one woman was bitter and probably hates men...<br /><br />It was depressing as hell.<br /><br />Hearing all these from people who are in the journalism program made me want to drop out and pursue a degree in accounting.<br /><br />That's a complete cop-out though. And that's what I usually do, I cop out. Which isn't to say that I'm going to go out of my way to try and interact with idiotic people on the subjects of race, religion, and gender but I shouldn't completely disengage either.<br /><br />Going through some of the rage inducing blog posts (such posts include, "why rape is the victim's fault" and "why it doesn't matter if I dress up like Pocahontas") I realized that I, for now, need to at least speak up. Also, there are a lot of smart people out there that I could learn a lot from. When I choose to not saying anything it's just as bad as agreeing with the guy who says all girls just need to not get raped. It's like when people shouldn't complain about politicians when they don't vote, when you don't vote you basically voted for whoever won right?<br /><br />I used to envision this blog as possibly being a fashion blog even though I wouldn't admit it, and I think that's what my problem was. I had it in my mind that for me to blog I had to have a niche to fit into. This blog is going to become open hunting season for my thoughts. Sometimes those thoughts will be about my new pair of shoes and other times it'll be about gay people being homophobic.<br /><br />I'm probably going to move this party over to wordpress and start blogging there. I don't think I'll ever be someone who blogs every day, I'm going to aim for 2 times a week instead. When I get really excited I might even post 3 times a week.<br /><br />In the whole University thing, adjusting and growing to new and different things I forgot about why I came here in the first place. I came here to figure myself out, to get a degree, and to have fun while I'm busy growing up.<br /><br />I feel at home here now (if you haven't but are planning on moving away for school do not refer to your new digs as home to your parents. "That's not your home, it's where you sleep! Your home is here with your family!") and I'm having fun while also indulging my reclusive tendencies. I think it's about time I start speaking up to.<br /></span>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-80632626952435928222010-05-11T11:16:00.001-04:002010-05-11T11:21:52.803-04:00Building<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><a href="http://s981.photobucket.com/albums/ae293/LadyTuntra/?action=view&current=underconstruction.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i981.photobucket.com/albums/ae293/LadyTuntra/underconstruction.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">An outtake from a photography class photo shoot. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">5 weeks and 4 exams until I'm finished High School.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">4 months 'till I'm living in Toronto. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm basically counting down the days that yield me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm going to Ryerson next year for Journalism! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As usual I'm excited for the future and bored with the present. </span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></span>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-6689572777591627472009-09-08T19:00:00.000-04:002012-12-21T19:22:29.950-05:00What's a Wornette?<div align="center">
<span style="font-size: 85%;">So where oh where have I disappeared to this time?<br /><br /><br />I've had the most productive summer in my life. July was the dreaded month of summer school which wasn't that bad since the teacher I had wanted to be there as much as the students did (read: not at all). And I had class with an awesome acquaintance and about 3 of my friends were also taking classes. I fell in love with my new cell phone during summer school too. A boy in my friend's English class has a blackberry bold and ever since I tentatively typed on that phone I knew our destinies were entwined. Evidently I'm a bit of a tech geek and I crunched and counted numbers until I was lucky enough to come by the bold at a discounted price that my mom was willing to pay for. I have to pay for the monthly bill myself, and it's more than a fair amount of money but it's all worth it to me.<br /><br />After summer school ended I got some downtime, but not much. This is simply a statement of a fact though and not at all a complaint. How could one possible complain when the reason why I didn't have much time was because I was running off to Toronto for a Worn internship?<br /><br />I discovered Worn through a web chain that most likely originated at the hands of internet god, Google. After some rather enthusiastic communication I submitted my application. Fast forward a week or two and you would have seen my mom and I trotting around T.O. for my interview. I did something right and I was chosen.<br /><br />My internship was fun, exciting, and was truly the type of inspiration and information I needed to know that I'm headed in the right direction of studying Journalism in University. I'm going to be a freelancer of sorts with Worn now and I'll be popping over T.O. whenever I can to help with the maintenance of the World of Worn. If I go to Ryerson or U of T Scarborough I'll be donning my Lady Wornette title once again for a 2nd internship.<br /><br />Today is the first day of my last year in High School. I've been doing a count down to school for the last two weeks and driving my fellow 12th graders and friends up the bloody wall. No one wants to hear about school and the impending boogey monster that is University applications but I'm ready to rock that shit! I have French, Entrepreneurship, West & the World History, and Writer's Craft this semester. I'm going to be in a variety of school clubs and basically keeping extremely busy. Another good thing about how full of motion my summer was is that I've gotten somewhat used to being busy. I'm still prone to bouts of procrastination executed via tv & internet. But I can't do it to the same extent that I used to. Also my younger sister starts High School this year. She's phenomenal and I love her very much so I'm looking forward to having one* of my partners in crime at school with me. </span><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Shirt - <strong>clothing swap</strong> that I went to while I was in T.O.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Pants - <strong>H&M</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Shoes - My good old & dying Mary Janes from <strong>Spring</strong>Necklace - <strong>Courage My Love</strong>, a shop in Kensington Market</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;">Green clusterfuck ring - A gift from my friend Rachael</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Janice (Rocky Horror anyone?) Ring - A ring that used to belong to my mom that I claimed</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">*My other partner in crime is the one and only Olivia who starts grade 5 today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">I hope everyone had a lazier labour day than I did. To balance out all my responsibilities realistically and keep this blog going I'm going to post 2-3 times a week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;">Go <a href="http://www.wornjournal.com/html/chronicles-of-a-lady-wornette/">here </a>to read my summary post of my Worn internship. </span></div>
Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-17309653000271311482009-07-07T20:17:00.002-04:002009-07-08T05:25:20.058-04:00Oh Edward<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/?action=view&current=IMG_8300.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/IMG_8300.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div>I just came home from the library. They were showing Twilight for free and I've been meaning to watch it to see how funny it is for a while. There were definitely a lot muffled laughs but my god when Edward started to sparkle and grimace I just... well let's just say my head hurts from the amount of repressed laughter that happened. And I was with my friend Rachael, and every time I would stop laughing I would hear her laughter and then I would start laughing again. The pacing was really slow and the movie took itself way too seriously, obviously. I'm actually surprised we didn't get shushed for laughing, we did get a few glares though. After the "tense" baseball scene Rachael and I decided to leave, we saw all the parts that we wanted to. Namely sparkly Eddy in all his glory. I can't wait for crazy Bella (you know, the suicidal one that wants to hear Edward's voice) to rear her head in the next movie. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/?action=view&current=IMG_8301.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/IMG_8301.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-40581250024878343882009-07-07T15:55:00.004-04:002009-07-07T16:25:44.571-04:00Ventino's 365<div align="center"><a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/?action=view&current=IMG_8297.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/IMG_8297.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Pew! Pew!</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">This is breaking the rule of the 365 project but oh well I feel like it. I'm going to start the project over again. This is the new number one, Brandon who is my summer school science partner in crime. This kid is making summer school more than bearable and I really appreciate it. My class is pretty decent but he's letting me watch movies in class (Transformers) on his iPod and he's an endless source of amusement (he's pretending that my headphones are laser sunglasses of some sort <3).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm not going to post all of my 365 pictures on here, I'll only post my favourites. You can find all future pictures over at </span><a href="http://ventinos-365.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ventino's 365</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-88667198389179167922009-07-05T21:11:00.002-04:002009-07-06T15:49:35.577-04:00Filling in the blanks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Argh my dad updated my computer and now my hard drive that has all my music, pictures, and movies on it is inaccessible. That hard drive is now the "slave" and I have no idea where to go to find everything even though I know it's there somewhere. So for now I can't get to any of my previous 365 pictures to post up here. I kind of feel like restarting the project and it would be kind of neat to do it today since it's Olivia's 10th birthday today. Hmmmm. I'll probably start a tumblr blog for the 365 project and I'll post my favourties over here. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Canada day I finally filled my 2GB memory card in my camera so I had to dump all my pictures and videos on my computer. Since I can't get to my 365 pictures I'll post my favourite pictures that were on my camera to fill in the blanks.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/?action=view&current=IMG_7348.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/IMG_7348.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', fantasy;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><a 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-webkit-fantasy;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-34664233559713968792009-05-27T09:14:00.003-04:002009-05-27T09:56:11.897-04:00Uhhhh yeahhhh about that....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh god I haven't posted in so long, blame school not me! Okay that's a lie, half of it is that school is ending soon (3 weeks) and culminatings are starting to way me down. The other half is that I'm lazy bugger sometimes with heavy procrastinative tendancies. Have some future regular posting and pretty pictures as a gift to me to you.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/?action=view&current=trd2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/trd2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://arvidabystrom.blogspot.com/2009/05/trees.html">Origin</a></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://arvidabystrom.blogspot.com/2009/05/trees.html"><a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/?action=view&current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t329/ladyventino/2-1.jpg" border="0" /></a></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://fuckyeahglasses.tumblr.com/post/113730117">Origin</a></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a 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align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>“ These are the parts of him I find impossible to cut myself loose from. They are beautiful qualities. But beauty is heavy, and though I’m young I am getting tired from carrying around the bits and shreds of my father’s beauty. ”</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">-----------------------------------------</span></em></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>“ ‘In fact,’ he told me whispering, learning forward and tucking his can of beer on the floor beside his armchair, ‘I traded my ribcage for a chunk of ice instead.’</em></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><p align="center">This explained a lot. From my father I got many recessive genes. Fair eyes, fair skin, and the mermaid part. The surrender places. 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What comes after that? What about after that?</span><br /><br />The composition of the Universe of one Lady V<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Centre</span><br />happiness, friends, reading, writing, being, singing, and observing<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And after that</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>laughing, sleeping, communicating, purple<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And after that</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>breaking rules, post-it note plots<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And after that</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>dreaming up stories of strangers, finding out what being me means, day dreams of University<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And after that</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>approval of others that I respect, getting that giant mens watch i want and purple hair (ugh I want that so bad)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And after that</span><br /></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>languages especially japanese and french, traveling, random happenstances<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-85919046992866348762009-02-26T23:10:00.003-05:002009-02-26T23:13:37.073-05:00Sweet Dreams<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://femmmefatale.tumblr.com/post/81883014" target="_blank"><img src="http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n348/Lady_Ventino/HvRNxsonXkfu235a1QariePWo1_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Click the picture for the original source</span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">night night, sugarplum<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a goodnight greeting from Rae</span></span><br /></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-25449472258100033202009-02-26T23:00:00.001-05:002009-02-26T23:01:43.787-05:00Wanna Please Me?<span style="font-size:85%;">Then deliver a pair of <a href="http://www.audiocubes.com/product/Zumreed_Dream_ZHP-005_Color_Headphones.html">these</a> in lime yellow (wtf those are green not yellow!) or in pink on my door step.</span>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-53515449357893443072009-02-26T22:44:00.003-05:002009-02-26T22:55:53.820-05:00Direction<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://rentedsurroundings.tumblr.com/post/81849094" target="_blank"><img src="http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n348/Lady_Ventino/8TLyBlRZikfostx3R175dMDzo1_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Click the picture for the original source</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I can feel the universe pulling me in this scary direction. Really though, the place I'm stuck in right now is probably the scariest thing. I need the hand of the Universe and the hand of my own intuition take control for a while. I can do a lot of things, I just have to stop blinding myself. I need to stop expecting failure and being surprised by success. My body isn't meant to be this numb, my core is starting to fall asleep in my complacency. I'll give myself a shock to my system, I've already had a little taste of electricity and I want more. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-41764389710583860832009-02-26T17:15:00.003-05:002009-02-26T17:19:33.764-05:00FML<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://femmmefatale.tumblr.com/post/81601673/randygrskovic-the-greatest-drawing-i-have-ever" target="_blank"><img src="http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n348/Lady_Ventino/1Gw9YjjiAkecxdx34IpCUTWgo1_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Click the picture for the original source<br /><br /><br /></span>My new favorite term of frustration.<br /></span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-42474406347026848922009-02-26T15:53:00.003-05:002009-02-26T23:52:14.672-05:00TiLT #10<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s336.photobucket.com/albums/n348/Lady_Ventino/?action=view&current=sosVUTI0zkd0schwSvT6juWYo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n348/Lady_Ventino/sosVUTI0zkd0schwSvT6juWYo1_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hamilton Spectator:</span> especially my supervisor Joanne W-S. She's super nice and really understanding if I don't get everything done. There isn't really a set deadline for things for when things need to be published in general. But I am supposed to have everything up on the Spec blog by March break. The other people who are in the office I volunteer in are nice to be around too. Just a good atmosphere in general.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A little confidence and my principal</span>:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>On the 19th I read the introduction in front of the school for the Black History Month assembly. After I read it twice (the assembly was split in two because of how many students there are at Westdale). It wasn't bad at all. Then I started thinking of how I get annoyed with Black History Month because we never really learn anything new and Black contributions are somewhat reduced to quiz facts. The assembly itself went quite well. There was a performance by a school step team and dub poet Klyde Brook performed as well. Anyways, it seems like with all the diversity talk that the opportunity to have actual discussions on various race issues are pushed to the way side as to not step on any toes. Not cool, not cool at all. Soooooooo I'm hoping to organize a type of race, racial awareness, and racism assembly or buy-in for the school. I'll keep you guys updated as this epiphany develops.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sholeh: </span>I was lolly gagging after school yesterday waiting for one of my bf's sister to get something and I ended getting the front of my hair corn rowed by Sholeh. Now she'll be braiding my hair every week some day after school. This is super convenient because no one in my house knows how to braid well. :X<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Open atmosphere: </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(in my house) </span>My house has a pretty open layout and it seems to be a funny correlation to the attitude of my family. We're open, and my house is generally pretty lively, either with voices, tv or computers pumping music. Sometimes it can be frazzling but overall it's wonderful to be around this.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mrs. Shaw</span>: She's my math teacher. This semester one of the classes I have is mixed math. Which is college and uni math mixed together. She can be a little condescending at times (she doesn't do it on purpose, she's a new teacher and I just think she hasn't struck that balance on how to communicate to students yet). I literally get anxiety attacks when it comes to math tests and quizzes. 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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I'm not a religious person though I am somewhat spiritual. For whatever reason I have this image in my head of how everyone is handed an equal amount of <i>something </i>at the beginning of their existence. This to me explains why some people have 99.9% averages but no social skills, so on and so forth. Sometimes I look at my situation and think, "I have too much <i>something</i>. I'm not meant to have all this, and one day the scales will be set to balance each other out and I will lose some or a lot of my <i>something.</i>" This scares me and sets me on edge. Don't get misunderstand me though. I don't mean a nervous edge, the type I would teeter or titter over before falling over. No, the edge I feel and see is one of undefinable distance. My life right now is at one side and that edge is my death. Or maybe the death of my mother, father, or sisters. Basically that edge is the end of time of <i>something.</i> I have no amount of guaranteed time with anything or anyone in my life. When I see this edge and when I realize that I can't tell how close or far away this edge is that means I'll start to feel a push. I need to find someone I love and soon. Since I spend so much time at home this usually means it'll be one of my sisters or parents. I don't explain this edge or that push to them. I'll just hug them, give them a kiss and say I love them. If a horde of zombies were to come in at that instant I need to know that they know with every fiber of their existence that I do love them.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Realistically I can't spend all my time thinking about this <i>something.</i> Maybe this has more to do with what I think I deserve than with philosophically cherishing the time I have. Maybe it's both.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Just thought you should know.</span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389218958742275725.post-14786293680527196672009-01-21T07:36:00.000-05:002009-01-21T07:36:00.846-05:00Energy, Anticipation, and all those other Sweet and Bubbly sticky things<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have this little breathing, excited, and palpable creation/person/or thing fueling me these days. When I manage to prove to myself that I'm capable of an infinite list of things, this creation breathes a little harder and its' heart beats a little faster. I can feel it growing and moving (no I'm not pregnant....) and I think this creation is what gives me the faith to believe that 2009 will really be two thousand and divine in my own personal history books. I don't know this creature's origin or purpose. I definitely don't know if this creation's life is meant to last for long but I'm excited regardless. This feeling of accomplishment makes my palms sweaty and my mouth all dry. I've been comfortable being uncomfortable for so long that I can't completely fathom what it would it be like for me to be euphorically successful. I'm growing in love with all the divine possibilities that could develop into my life. Am I really capable of being awake while I dream (live)? The fact that the answer to that question has more than a sliver of a chance of being yes gets me restless. My body literally reacts to these thoughts. As I type this my hands keep going to my knees to relieve them of their sweat. I feel like I want to run onto the sky or fall asleep and meet an old friend (who is most likely a fictional character). I wonder what this feeling is called because I am sure it cannot be contained, described, or understood by others in a single word.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Is this creature just me growing up? Maybe I'm finally (<i>finally</i>) harboring some self-esteem. Whatever it is I like it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEE8RViau54/SXaw4NbKwAI/AAAAAAAAGEM/yr6ov70qWSk/s1600-h/1431104f63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEE8RViau54/SXaw4NbKwAI/AAAAAAAAGEM/yr6ov70qWSk/s400/1431104f63.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Do you have any creatures of your own?</i></span></div>Valentinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06791642239761083265noreply@blogger.com4