there's something about autumn that always makes me feel like i'm the precipice. i never really feel at ease about anything, there's always something playing on my mind.
it could be because i live in this godforsaken country called 'canada' that doesn't tend to get fall persay, but rather a brief prelude into the 9 months of winter that we affectionately refer to as fall, winter and spring.

it could also be because school happens in fall. i'm always on edge about scholarly persuits since they've done me no right since the dawn of my school days. fall always seems to be my season of lackluster attention, surlier than usual attitude and misguided attempts at romance. these all affect my schooling, somehow. how, i'm not sure, but i'll get back to you on that one.

god that's another thing fall brings with it: the death of summer flings. i see it in the eyes of all love-struck girls on campus, that inevitable fate that lies therein of the first cold snap. there's no way around it, usually. it just happens. get over it. i ended my summer fling in november last year and the gash was still visible when i saw him in july. i have no time for that... you can't tell me that you didn't fucking see it coming?! i avoided your phone calls for weeks straight. yet there you were, being the pathetic wounded party. some things just aren't meant to be, and i was one of them.

but seriously though, folks. what is it about fall that has me antsy in my pantsy? i've yet to come to this conclusion. i'm going out of my head just trying to sort through all of the things that have come up in the past few weeks let alone a whole lifetime of seasons that bring nothing but pretty pictures to my mind, but bad memories.

the dervish in my head, well, that's another story to pick apart on another day. it's just too raw at the moment, the glances are still fresh in my memory. tis but for another day. adieu.

b; old enough to know better; attached.
college student of historical events, future educator. canadienne. i like to read, but i don't do it enough. i run. i like zombies. i'm obsessed with all things batman, except not batfleck. i'm a terrible video game player, but i'm getting better through attrition. i can play piano pretty good, though. the sound of city streets soothes me, but i love the silence of the forest. curious stargazer.

hipster | tumbl | tweet tweet
lainey | tfln | afp
chubs |

there's something about autumn that always makes me feel like i'm the precipice. i never really feel at ease about anything, there's always something playing on my mind.
it could be because i live in this godforsaken country called 'canada' that doesn't tend to get fall persay, but rather a brief prelude into the 9 months of winter that we affectionately refer to as fall, winter and spring.

it could also be because school happens in fall. i'm always on edge about scholarly persuits since they've done me no right since the dawn of my school days. fall always seems to be my season of lackluster attention, surlier than usual attitude and misguided attempts at romance. these all affect my schooling, somehow. how, i'm not sure, but i'll get back to you on that one.

god that's another thing fall brings with it: the death of summer flings. i see it in the eyes of all love-struck girls on campus, that inevitable fate that lies therein of the first cold snap. there's no way around it, usually. it just happens. get over it. i ended my summer fling in november last year and the gash was still visible when i saw him in july. i have no time for that... you can't tell me that you didn't fucking see it coming?! i avoided your phone calls for weeks straight. yet there you were, being the pathetic wounded party. some things just aren't meant to be, and i was one of them.

but seriously though, folks. what is it about fall that has me antsy in my pantsy? i've yet to come to this conclusion. i'm going out of my head just trying to sort through all of the things that have come up in the past few weeks let alone a whole lifetime of seasons that bring nothing but pretty pictures to my mind, but bad memories.

the dervish in my head, well, that's another story to pick apart on another day. it's just too raw at the moment, the glances are still fresh in my memory. tis but for another day. adieu.