Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Please consider this a formal request to have a hair/makeup/photography team follow me around for always. If you can promise me this, I promise that I will never be as ubiquitous-for-no-good-reason as Paris Hilton, never be as annoying as Jessica Simpson, never dress like Mary Kate Olsen, and never marry my ugly underling a la … Continue reading Dear World,
Tagged by Raspberry, I present: Eight things you (probably) don’t know about me 1. I don’t like Cilantro. But I eat it anyway, because it’s mostly impossible to have Mexican food without it. 2. I don’t actually work better under pressure – I’m just such a procrastinator that I’m used to doing it and have … Continue reading Octopussy
Hello. My you look lovely today! Your hair is so shiny, and have you lost weight? I know. I haven’t updated in a while, so here’s a summation life in recent days, in bullet points, since nothing has been exciting enough to write about on its own: Unpacking is FINALLY finished. We’ve purged and scrubbed … Continue reading Bullet
I had a strange fixation when I was a teenager about turning twenty-six. For some reason I always thought that was when life would really start for me. I imagined myself living in a great little apartment either downtown or near the beach, being successful in a career I loved and in a relationship with … Continue reading Not Old, Just Older
I have a fashion dilemma at the moment, and am turning to the internets for advice. This is probably a mistake, since (from what I can figure) most people who comment here are guys. And I would feel confident putting money down on the fact that if the guys haven’t already tuned out after reading … Continue reading Dilemma
This entry would be far better if I scanned some high school photos to accompany it. Instead you’ll have to just imagine, and hope I dig some out later. In my 1997/98 yearbook from Hope Secondary School, that from my graduating year, there is a single line entry from one of the guys in my … Continue reading Kiss Kiss
I’m back from the weekend’s regatta, plus medals, a racerback tan line, and a whole lotta muscle ache, minus sleep, sleep and more sleep. I don’t speak too much about rowing on this site, since frankly, it’s pretty boring to anyone but rowers. However, for the few people who may be interested/curious, I particpated in … Continue reading Ooh, Shiny