When people are excited to be accepted into VIU… it’s basically a college. Don’t get too ahead of yourself there, cowboy.  

I can honestly say, trying to write about how I want to be a world renown author and not sound pretentious or moronic is really hard.

How can one tell a small indian band that has probably experienced more GED students going into trades than highschool graduates going to university to get an actual degree that I need money to get the degree?

“You’ll probably never have someone as successful and established as me represent you and our people despite the fact I hold little respect and knowledge of our people so it’s in your best interests to give me this money so I can write pretentious novels and maybe mention in an interview or two that my mother is native.” 

That’s basically a summary of what I’ve written so far. Maybe a bit more bluntly worded tho… 
 

Watching The Last Song just because Miley Cyrus is really, really attractive. 

Why am I laying in bed thinking about Brokeback Mountain at 5am?

What the fuck is all the hubbub about? 

So, I was in the bath because my dad is away and hey, why not take a bath at 1:30am? Anyways, I get really freaked out when I’m in houses alone in small towns because I don’t know small towns just freak me out… and my house has like, thin walls or something so I kept hearing the dog move or the house settle and that’s totally okay because whatever I could hear anyone come through the door or walk anywhere in this fucking house because the walls are so fucking thin.

BUT THEN I HEARD FUCKING VOICES. And a fucking dog barking.

Like, seriously, I’m trying to enjoy my fucking 1am bath and listen to fucking Swan Lake and all these motherfuckers are making me all uneasy and shit… 

Long ass story short I got the fuck out of the bath and now I’m running up my cell phone bill using my phone as a fucking data hotspot on my laptop.

Fucking night ruined.  

When there’s nothing to do on the internet and I just want to sit on the couch and stare at the TV scene be brain-dead for a couple of hours.