But It's Better If You Do

Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret...

What a fool I am to think that one of those taxis might be you coming to sweep me off of my feet. How stupid it is to wonder if you have written about me somewhere. I know what the answers are, and for some reason, I keep wishing they will change. But, they won't, because it was me who had to change my entirety for you.

I won't be Romeo anymore. I won't come to you, crying, saying that I miss you and telling you how I'm sorry. I won't, because you don't know what it's like to chase somebody the way I have chased you for four years. Oh, except for your ex-girlfriend of three months.

This is the last thing I will write about you.

Anyway, Happy Halloween.

Old Friend

Good morning, heartache. You're like an old friend, come and see me again.

This is Oswin. Oswin is my unconventional teddy bear, so to speak. Oswin understands that I want to shave my head and be in a punk rock band. Oswin assures me that I will not fail my psychology midterm today. Thanks, Oswin!

Disorder and Dissarray

Show me numbers that I understand.

I studied ten hours for my midterm, and I got 65.7%.

I'm not sure if university is for me.

Los Angeles Is Burning

This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system.

I know what you're thinking, and yes, it is Clinique Angelic!

*laughter* *applause*

Well folks, it's that time of year again. No, it's not Halloween! It's flu season! The most wonderful time of the year! So, this year, I figure that I'll be giving out chewable vitamin C tablets for Halloween instead of candy. Amirite?

(I am not right.)

You Only Live Once

Twenty ways to see the world, oh, twenty ways to start a fight...

When you have two midterms in one day, a nice shower is the ultimate form of relaxation.

That's all for now.

Everytime I Look For You

Betray my short attention span the distance.

As I drown deeper and deeper into the sea of midterms, I try and hold onto something, anything, for support. Reaching out, I grasp something familiar with my feeble hands, dragging it down into the raging waters with me... Wait, something familiar? Nothing should feel familiar here... Suddenly, realization hits me in the stomach, sending a shock throughout my body. It's... No, it can't be... Could it be my...

... diet?

In relation to the story and my second self-portrait (which made me drool all over the place in the process, thank you), yes, I have been neglecting my diet. Normally, I eat pretty healthy, and I usually make sure to get at least five servings of vegetables and fruit a day. But, as it is with a busy schedule, those delicious microwave dishes that are brimming with sodium call out to me. We all have our own siren song, people.

Also, the look on my face asks "How come I'm not eating Kraft Dinner!?"

Still Take You Home

Fancy seeing you in here, you're all tarted up and you don't look the same...

Hello lovelies. My name is Zoe, and introductions are not my forte.

I do the things a normal Canadian girl my age does. I hang out with my boyfriend and my friends, I go to university, I attempt to do my studies well, I listen to good music, I love taking photographs, and I occasionally take my top off and sing Stevie Nicks' songs when I'm drunk.

(Joking about the last bit.)

I use a Kodak EasyShare C813, which is by no means a professional camera. I use Windows Photo Gallery to edit my photos, which is by no means a professional program. But, I make due. I enjoy constructive criticism when it comes to my photographs, and if you would like to share, it would be appreciated!

I'm going to try the 365 Self-Portrait Challenge, so you will be sure to see me being a big narcissist throughout the course of this blog.

But, for now, there is a sleep party in my bed and none of you are invited.

Ciao!