The Minds Labyrinth

On February 17, 2010, my boyfriend and I went to go see the short track speed skating finals. It was unforgettable to say the least. At 10am my boyfriend and his dad came to pick me up to go to the train station to get to Vancouver. Once we got there the excitement started to build. Having never being on a train, I was terrified. I happen to have an irrational fear of things on tracks (Trains and roller coasters). We happily went to our seats and I stared out the window in awe as the unfamiliar scenery went by. We arrived in Vancouver around noon and stared blankly at the station before asking each other "Where do we go from here?" We wandered aimlessly for about a 20 minutes before calling my mom to ask where we were supposed to catch our bus from. We explained that we were somewhere on East Hastings and had no idea where the bus stop was. My mom was less than impressed with our location and by that point was having a panic attack. (For those of you who don't know, E

When we're little all we want is to go to school. On the very first day there's this euphoric happiness as we hang our coats on or hooks and find that one friend to spend the rest of forever with. We never want to leave school and think to ourselves "Hey, this is cool!" By grade 5, all we want is to be done school. Now crushes factor in along with drama and homework. We long for the day that we can cross the stage to freedom. This new found desire to grow up gets bigger and bigger until we finally feel like we'll explode if we don't get out now.  When you reach grade 12 you look around at your friends, classmates, and teachers and think "I may never see them again! Let's make this year count!" and suddenly that pent up desire to leave is replaced by the same desire to never leave again. I just crossed the stage to freedom and it was scary. You carefully move up the steps, shake a billion hands, have your hat tassel moved to the right side,

Okay so bunnies are probably the only animal to give me a headache from trying to understand them. I got home from school today and instantly checked, like I always do, if Pepper was out of her cage. She was. I glanced at her cage and noticed the door was closed leading me to wonder "Why would mom let her out but close the cage?" But I didn't think to hard on it. After a particularly unfun dinner I went to put her away. This is where things get confusing. Pepper has been sick with and ear infection and not able to walk very well, she falls over often. She's been slowly recovering though. I didn't bother questioning mom on her confusing method of freeing the bunny from the confides of her little metal haven. I put on my shoes and walked outside expecting to see the normal set up. However, what I saw was that the right side of her cage had been opened by her thus setting her free without the assistance of my mother or uncle. I am now convinced that bunnies a

Okay, as I have stated previously, I am in no way a hockey fan. I couldn't care less whether we win or lose. Well tonight it was no secret who won game 7 of the NHL. To all those who don't know, a riot broke out in downtown Vancouver due to the canucks loss. Fires have been started, windows are being broken, port-a-potties are being tipped over, police are being hit, fights are breaking out...it's insanity. Watching the live feed sends shivers down my spine. This picture couldn't be more right.  The sight of downtown is nightmare inducing. It really makes me wonder, what ever happened to being a good sport? Come on people, it's a game. They tried, they failed. Get over it. This is insane. I would say blame it on the alcohol but I honestly think half these people don't understand that this is, in fact, just a game.  To all you fans who aren't in Vancouver adding to the chaos, good on you. No seriously, congratulations. To all you people destroying thi

Why do people let me have caffeine at 1 in the morning? Bad people! So I decided that writing a stream of consciousness when I'm hyper. Seems like a good idea. So here it is. Enjoy! Prom. Tomorrow. Holy crap. Why am I so old? I want a blanket fort. Those are fun! Can I be five? I miss sandboxes! They make awesome sand pies! No not mud pies, sand pies. Made of wet sand. Like mud pies...but you know...sandier... Is sand even eatable? Or would it make you sick?  I should test this theory! Unless it will like kill me...then not so much. Why do walruses have mustaches when I don't? WHY AREN'T DREAMS REAL? Do you know how sad it is to dream of having a pink sparkly mustache and then waking up without one is?! It's very sad! Yes I'm aware that I'm a girl and if I had a mustache, even a pink one, it would be strange. Why did the word pickle just pop into my head? Snap crackle pop! Mmmm cereal. That makes me want breakfast. This is really just me questioning thin

I feel so old! Prom is only two days away, the last day of school is only eight. I'm rapidly approaching adulthood and to be honest I'm terrified! I'm to young to be old! My prom dress! ^^ Isn't it pretty? I'm excited to be done high school. I mean no more 6 am bus rides to sit in a classroom learning about  subjects I don't care about. It's exciting. The one downside to being a grad? We constantly get approached and asked "In 30 seconds or less, what do you plan to do with your life?" Okay fine, I'm being dramatic. That's not far from the truth however. The people asking those questions don't accept I don't know as an answer. Well to all you curious readers here is my answer. I want to move to England, I want to study English, I want to be an author, I want to learn as many useless facts as I possibly can, I want to travel, build blanket forts, go on road trips, take so many pictures I run out of computer space, paint, writ

You know what I love? Those moments where you say or do something so unbelievably stupid that people actually take a second to comprehend how someone could function with that little thought. Those moments have happened to everyone, let's be honest. I have had more than one moment like that. These two examples really stick out. When I was nine I had this brilliant idea, well brilliant to me anyway. My sister had just gotten a pair of roller blades and I thought "Why don't I use them?" Well seeing as I am clumsy to an almost shocking degree at times and had never been on roller blades my best friend strongly encouraged me against doing something this dangerous. Being stubborn I Ignored her advice and suited up. I slowly got to my feet and clumsily skated around the hallway to the kitchen and back again. I was gaining speed and balance so I let go of my balancing walls and skated freely. I felt magical. Like I was free. My moms boyfriend thought it would be fun t