||[11 Jan 2010|08:19pm]
today, i wore these fucking...brown leather boots. with a tiny wedge heel (haha, listen to me)and...i felt, 1-fucking fancy as fuck 2-embarrassed by the clicking sounds i made as i clicked around the office/restaurant. this winter i have 4 pairs of boots. i have never owned more than 1 pair of boots at a time, in my years.
(the above paragraph makes me feel...fucking weird. i usually don't care about boots...i sound like someone on gossip girl, sort of. or something like that.)
i just told a man i don't know on the internet that i would buy two tegan and sara tickets (for the jan 19 show at massey hall) for $100...not bad. i think i am going to take my love adrienne, but i wouldn't mind making some money off the other ticket...somehow. nohow (think that's a word, because spell check isn't alerting me) can't. haha so i'm excited for that! fucking finally, they haven't been to toronto for two years!
BURNED my hand the other day, i took something out of the oven and put it on top of the stove and it slide off and fell onto my hand. the burn is like 2 inches big, and i had a huuuge 1 inch blister. it looked like it was about to burst. it started deflating yesterday, oozing rather. and now it sort of looks like a ball sac (don't miss those). my boss' mom that i work with is so sweet she went out and bought me an ointment.
the other day i made two custom gelaskins one for my ipod and one for my new work phone...excited. they are pretty unnecessary.
hey, stop spending your money steph! fucker.
oh also, i should sell my ovaries one day. i don't need em. i want to adopt someone that needs it...mmhmm. i dont know how much they sell for...
|a lot of it
||[23 Nov 2009|11:59pm]
in love with her
|not the kind of dad i'd want. but he can build things...
||[22 Apr 2009|03:09pm]
i'm supposed to be studying for the film studies exam i have tomorrow.
but instead i'm crying over my dad's stupid email.
he is so stubborn and our relationship isn't that great. oh and he's an asshole, as well.
i'm typing up a reply. and i don't think i should send it, because i'm sure its very bitchy.
and that will just start a whole fucking thing, which i should avoid.
and i have to stop, because some guy is coming over to look at something i'm selling on craigslist.
||[01 Apr 2009|10:54am]
there are so many fears inside of me.
i feel as if i've been failing lately.
and i don't know quite how to fix it all...
and hard to face.
and just confirms that i am that much different from most people...
its so isolating.
i want to feel like i've accomplished something, and i fear that at this rate, i won't.
i did okay first semester...
i'm sure i can do it again?
fuck, i'll be here for awhie...
this year was supposed to be a new leaf.
so when is it actually coming?
it's all in my control, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way.
maybe i should go to college...my college friends always brag that it's easy...
this isn't very hard.
its just me.
|dry elbows (not related) and my blog spot...
||[27 Mar 2009|09:35pm]
this is new: steffaiello.blogspot.com/
you should go there...
a few weeks ago aid and i went for a walk on a pretty day in our neighborhood (the fucking annex, quite a fancy area...except our house) aid was way behind me, she got distracted by something, and i was waiting to cross the street at a stop sign intersection, and this car full of guys, drives by and one of them yell, "whats up dyke?!" i wish i could have replied...but they were in motion. hence the driving...
its just a stupid thing to do.
i was insulted.
just because it was meant to hurt me.
and in response..."just enjoying a little walk with me girl..., sup heteronni?"
andddddd my roommate saydee and i want to buy boggle...
and by want i mean...we neeeeeed this game.
|pickled beets and nothing else important
||[27 Mar 2009|09:15pm]
i made beets two weeks ago.
yes, i pickled beets...
i didn't know that boiling the jars with the vacuum lids on it...fucking vacuum seal it...i was impressed.
in 6 weeks (4 now) they're all ours...
i felt really fucking amazingly domestic doing this. and i wanted to show/tell everyone (and i did. i sent text messages about it...haha)
after beeting for hours, that night aid and i went to her friend sarah's condo (very fancy) and played drinking games with her and her girlfriend. it was crazy fun, and i put what saydee and i had learned about a week earlier, that canadian club whiskey isn't too bad on its own. so, i put that to the test.
then the 4 of us went to slacks ($5 cover, again, impressed)
and danced the night away to the kind of music i would never listen to on my own.
and enjoyed it very much.
a drunk girl was excited i had dreads aswell...
last weekend my mum and step dad steve and nani came up from niagara falls to visit me.
we went out for lunch at the pub thats literally a 1minute and 20 second walk from my house.
and walking with my nani, and her cane, it took us a good 10 minutes.
and that made me sad.
that may be my parents in a good 20 years...
hmmm, what else?
i'm trying to convince my roommate saydee to dye her hair from blue to orange...because she's having "greeny" issues...due to yellow in her green. i think that this one shade of orange that manic panic makes would make her life easier.
uhh, i have an interview at the booster juice tomorrow, it's in the toronto general hospital !
i fucking better get it, as i need a job badly...and its wonderfully close to school.
the guy that lives in the basement apartment here (just below us) is having a party tonight.
i ran into him on the street and he told me to come (i'm definetly not going), and warned me about the noise. some great gangster beats are blaring right now. i'm glad we don't have vents, or it would be that much more intense.
i need to answer calls for submissions...
i fucking could have been in this show that just past at school...
||[24 Apr 2008|09:23pm]
Name: Greedy Genius Cool Breeze "M.I.A."
did maya design shoes?
does anyone know anything about this?
am I out of the loop?
are you in the loop?
i'm really digging the colours of these shoes.
|the friends only post.
||[12 Jun 2005|08:43pm]
this journal is most certainly friends only
comment if you want to be chums...