Got accepted to humber in Toronto for massage therapy. Admitted to my boyfriend through waterfalls of tears that I didn't want to leave St. Catharines. Told him that if he left I'd break up with him, long distance relationships don't work.
Needless to say, he's staying too.

So here I am, stuck in this crowded little half a house for only a few more months before I pick up working full time and get my own place.
Currently taking a co-op with a well-known niagara region photographer. Robert Nowell, check him out. He's pretty fly.
March break is creeping up, and I plan to spend the week doing pretty much nothing. Finish up getting my Community Hours so I can graduate, and then be done. Whoop-dee-doo.

I'm sick. Sore throat, congested. That sort of thing. Usually get strepped throat this time of year, hopefully not mono again. THAT sucked. Ryan, being the lucky bastard that he is, didn't get it.
Ass. <3

He was supposed to go out with me tonight, but he can't due to family in the hospital. I know it's not his fault and I'm not mad at him. That would be wrong.
But I so want to be.
Sometimes I think I just need to be senselessly pissed off. Scream and fight and punch shit till I settle down. But I can't.
Because that would be wrong.

xoxo.