Unlikely Personality Facets
Because what the heck do you actually know about me?


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So let me get this straight. You can only appear in the directory if you’re nominated? Is it possible to appear under two categories (Illustrators and Musicians in my case)?
How much do you guys like me? It’d be pretty neat to get up there, I guess :)
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Are people not able to come up with their own witty jokes anymore?
Becoming a fan of an ironic joke was funny maybe the first time, but the 89th and 90th times are stale.
…and people ask me why I thought connecting with old highschool friends was silly.
I thought I was the only one. I’m 0.2 seconds away from de-friending my sister and EVERYONE else I know under the age of 18. What the heck are they all doing with Facebook anyway. I remember when you had to be in COLLEGE to register.
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We’re adults now. Frickin’ act like it and get off this just-shy-of-obvious haiku crap.
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Remember when you used to know all these people? Like know know them? How you used to dress up in colourful costumes and wave flags for hours in the streets (sometimes barefoot)? And you were all the best of friends and saw each other at their highest and their lowest and nothing would ever come between you? Like, you’d never EVER forget each other because that would be unthinkable?
Yeah, me neither.
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Me (9:30AM): Hmm… I should clean my room today and maybe do a couple loads of laundry.
Me (8:00PM after playing Super Mario and watching movies all day): I guess it’ll have to wait till when I’m off work again in 4 days.
I swear even though I was a huge procrastinator during school I was still slightly more productive than I am right now. I’ll just blame the weather for making me want to curl up a blanket all day.
I’m the same way. I’ve been back in Toronto for about 3 weeks now and I still have yet to fully unpack my suitcase (and the two loads of laundry I’ve done since my return are still on my bed). I also have barely cleaned up and the mess gets worse and worse as I get more and more assignments! I swear, these days, I only live to work; whether it be on schoolwork, freelance jobs or music.
It took me forever to get around to grocery shopping so I could take another week to get around to cooking the good.
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I do the subway thing, every day. I always like to look around when the train is pulling in and see if anyone else does too. I’m usually always the closest (and I’m sure it freaks some people out that I know exactly where to stand so the door opens right in front of my face) and there are often a few stragglers, tip-toeing the line. But most people stand waaaay back. I suspect they’re dying to live. Regardless, this helps in my quest to fearlessness.
Also, we’ll have to do this when I get to NYC. As will you have to lay some of that stand up on me, Miss Fellman.
Today I was thinking about the stuff that scares me, and the shit I do to scare myself.
I’m one of those paranoid people. I know I worry a lot, but that’s in my genetics. C’mon. I’m female. I’m Jewish. I worry.
I think that moving to New York has done me some good; I’ve mellowed out a lot, I worry about less. Maybe it’s because I’m still in a dreamland about living here…either way, it rules.
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DISCLAIMER: This is about to be a long, introspective look back on life after high school (2006 - present) and, while insightful, may get sappy and depressing at times. Read at your own risk.
So who knows that I started rapping, for serious, when I was in Costa Rica? Because that’s when it happened. And while that’s not even the focus of this brain-fart, it is kind of a key point. In Summer of 2007, while I was home in Cayman on vacation, I made my first beat. In September, I wrote my first “real” rap to it and performed it at a talent show when I got back to CR. It was pretty bad and has since been refined (both the beat and the rap). But that’s when I became a rapper, I guess, and that’s when my whole persona changed.
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(via balltillifall)
Reblogged for Paul, who put up with a lot of stupidity as a barista, haha.
I dunno what this cat’s talking about. I roll out with up to $30 (and that’s KYD so I’m talking about REAL money) on a shift.
Here are some Barista Protips to help a brotha’ out:
But of course, you’re entitled to not do any of this. This is just how Café del Sol gets down. Any baristas opposed to how we get down should feel free to continue in poverty if they want :)
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