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Sunshine and 28 degrees alas! About time the weather decided to get its sh*t together … finally starting to feel a lot like summa summa! Since I am currently spoiled and unemployed before the humanitarian adventures begin in exactly one month (eeek!), perfect time to pick up my slack and start this secret hobby of blogging again (no secret, really). It keeps me on my toes, ya know (more like on my butt), so my brain doesn’t rust away during this time of nothingness. How do people with no jobs or school make it through? I need a purpose in life! No better way to get some down time, refrain from spending (especially in Tdot) and soak in some Vitamin D than writing at my favourite Starbucks patio with a shaken iced green tea. :)

At the beginning of May during a routine Chapters browse after Starbucks run (obvi), I picked up two books to fill that empty void from the lack of reading that was happening. Crazy talk, right? I know. But following months of being glued to lecture notes and textbooks, it had almost become a conditioned response – wake up, read, do pushups while reading, eat and read, read til I sleep [die], even my dreams were in words so I had to read what I was dreaming about [hahaha]! Now that I didn’t have to do it anymore, little bursts of transient anxieties would creep up on me (“….I should be studying right now. No wait, done undergrad. Nvm. Now what?”). I could either start therapy for becoming a nut or I could just surrender to the fact that I’ve unknowingly grown to become someone who is in need of continual ‘intellectual stimulation’. Hahahaha what a joke! Anyway, the two books I bought were ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ (classic that I’ve always wanted to read, 25% off, clear sign that it was meant to be) and the other, ‘The Happiness Project”, purely because the cover was blue/yellow/happy – it sent out good vibes, know what I’m sayin?

I initially started to read them at the same time, only realizing that my focus would not allow me to do so. Rather than helping me relax, it was stressing me out like mad (you know you need to do something with your life when …. ). I chose to read the happy one first, obvi, since I’d been obsessed with anything happy this year ($9 ‘Be Happy’ smiley face tank top from Forever 21 = best summer buy yet!). It’s a memoir of how the author strived to boost her happiness by setting goals each month for a year, despite already living a pretty fulfilled life. She wanted to 'change her life without changing her life’ …. making little changes for big results. Word up sista .... I dig! Yes, one of those ‘wellness books’ that you will probably laugh at but secretly LOVE. Anyway, halfway through …. inspired, laughing, new perspectives, loving life :) . Especially because ‘launching a blog’ was a part of her resolutions. Haaaa, one step ahead!

I guess this is my way of fulfilling the childhood dream of wanting to become an author. Yes, I, BLAM, wanted to write for a living. Scary. After putting my ultimate dream of becoming a paleontologist on hold, I started writing my own versions of Cinderella and Snow White in grade 2 (in which they both died because ‘happy endings are just stories that hadn’t finished yet’ hahah that was from somewhere …. I know, morbid child). Things went well which then led me to eventually branch out and write my own stories. The one about monkey flowers was an instant hit. Serious stuff, really, hahah. My grade 1/2 teacher, Mr. Inkpen (yes, that was legit his last name …. RIP :(), enjoyed my twisted stories so much he would type them up after suggesting less disheartening endings and post them on the classroom wall.

Of all the kids, he chose to select someone like myself to be a part of the ‘Authors Showcase’. Srs, bro?!?!? It was an evening held at the end of every month that was dedicated to young ‘aspiring authors’ where we were given the opportunities to share our ‘published books’ with each other, teachers and parents. Of course, ‘published’ was loosely defined as having them written up nicely on blank paper in PEN (wowow!!), illustrations aka stick figures, pasted onto construction pages, stapled, et voila! My stories, for some reason, always generated mixed feelings and left some mothers with their jaws hanging. Haterssss. It never phased me though. I knew from the start that I was far beyond their years and that they just needed time to catch up with my imagination.

Anyway, I ultimately gave up on being an author as well. Let’s face it – I don’t enjoy the library, I cried everytime they made me read in elementary, I hate Shakespeare, and I will never be able to ‘weave my words together like a literary seamstress’ (kill me). I can try, but they will always turn out like Kate Gosselin’s weaves – busted ass.

I’m okay with that.

Until then, I guess I will just stick to blogging.

:)