Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Happy New Year, everyone!

Today is the last day of 2013! Remember last year, we all thought we were going to die? How far we've come. Good for you humanity.

A lot of things happened this year, I won't go on and tell you them all. Or maybe I'll name a few.

1. I moved in with some lovely people, and have a new place to call home.
2. I got my first ever job!
3. I gained a wonderful relationship.
4. And I've managed to survive some of the toughest times of my life.

Successful year. But, like all things, you have to make some improvements. Although, I know, in a few short weeks my resolutions will be last thing on my mind, I would like to share some of the things I'd like to improve on.

1. Improve my GPA. 

Last year, I made a resolution of making the Deans List. A personal goal of mine. I want to do well in school. People often scoff at me about me wanting to better, but, hey, some of us have to be over-achievers to compensate for the under-achievers.

2. Go outside more. 



I am not a very social person. For me, staying in, in a quiet room, watching a movie with my boyfriend is all the more being then being out with a group of people. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but I am a private person. Outdoors would be my goal to step away from being so private and enjoying nature.

3. Looking after myself better. 

I have diabetes. And I need to look after it better. End of story.

4. Manage my money better. 

I ran into financial crisis this year. I hit hard times, and managing my money is a good way to curb that issue for good. I need to pay attention to what I'm spending, and the difference between needing and wanting something /unnecessary/.

5. Love more, trust more. 

As I mentioned above, I found love in someone this year. I love him more then words. He helps me whenever I'm down, up, upside down. I have a lot of trust issues and it causes sometimes tough times between us. But we care about each other a lot, and I owe it to myself and him to love more, trust more. 




Happy New Year, everyone!
~ N 


Thursday, 26 December 2013

My personal favourite thing: food!

I hope everyone's holidays were as enjoyable as mine. I got lots of things this Christmas, which makes me thankful.

Christmas is filled with all kinds of things. My personal favorite thing: food! 

We set up our Christmas tree a little late this year, mostly because my parents like to wait for me to come home, and because I had work, I was home a closer to Christmas. But my tree was huge.

My dog likes to have his butt in all my photos. He thinks he is photogenic.

We also did some baking, though, I believe two of our cheese cakes didn't turn out, we did have one successful cheese cake. And, it's cherry my favorite.

And because I'm classy, and always do things backwards, it's the French side.

I got some new clothes, which I love. My mother embraces my weird hipster ways. She got me some great tops, and these high-waist-ed vintage looking jeans. I was pretty impressed with her clothes choices.




Christmas day was great, and if I do say so myself, I look great!

I visited both my parents grandparents. They each had huge suppers. Like huge turkey suppers. Not that I'm complaining! I finished my visits with a Richards White, surrounded by family.


It was really great beer. I was impressed.

The rest of the night was spent in my pajamas that I got for Christmas watching 2 Broke Girls, one of my newest television obsessions. Speaking of, I should get back to finishing off the second season.

Happy Holidays,
~ N 



Saturday, 21 December 2013

Cest la vie!

I've completed all my exams.

I finished the semester with two A's, an A-, a very disappointing B+ and a B-

The B- was just lack of interest in the course. I was shoved in there last minute. As a requirement for something that is no longer my major. But, I will redeem myself next semester. Hopefully. Sometimes working and school is a bad idea. But, cest la vie.

I'm now on holidays. Thank the lord!

But I few things have happened since then.

I got some Christmas gifts from my boyfriend, including glasses, boots and canvases to cure my addiction/obsession with painting.




Those are my new Ray Bans. Thanks to my boyfriend, I can now see. As my vision is no long as "good as it once was"

Also I look awesome in that photo.

I got some fresh vegetables at the market. So I decided to be inspired and make my own batch of homemade soup.


                                     
It was super delicious. I'll post the recipe soon. Check out my other recipes for now.

The weather is also hugely crazy! We've gotten so much snow in this area. I had so much trouble arranging away home this year!



I also made good use of the gift my boyfriend, Leonard, bought me. I found a picture of this abstract/faceless ballerina. It struck me as something symbolic yet, I'm sure just what yet. I made another one, it was a colorful expression of my exam-time stress. 



~ N 


Thursday, 5 December 2013

HEY A BUTTERBALL COUPON, WHO DOESN'T LOVE BUTTERBALL?

I figured a slightly entertaining thing to post would be about the odd things I like to buy when I go grocery shopping.

Things like pizza pockets. Highly unhealthy for you, but just satisfying enough to buy them for 1.99! 


I enjoy eggs as well, eggs, something I could probably procure myself are extremely expensive. Like over 3 dollars a cartoon. Luckily, this cartoon was small, filled with omega three and under three dollars. Boo-yeah!

Jones soda! One of the greatest things I've ever discovered. This kind is green apple soda, I prefer pomegranate soda. But this was my choice for this shopping trip. Also, pomegranate soda has no sugar in it. Plus for the diabetic! 



Rice, well, instant rice is an addiction of mine. I like to make it with salmon, or Indian butter chicken, or over hamburger helper (soon to be aired in this post). 


I have an addiction to box potatoes. Ever since I started university, regular non-box potatoes have been hard to purchase. Not enough demand to cook them, too expensive to buy them, so for the last two years, I've been living off box potatoes. Unhealthy but good, and HEY A BUTTERBALL COUPON WHO DOESNT LOVE BUTTERBALL?




Dill pickle, Philadelphia dip is the best thing ever. End of story. 


And lastly, my addiction to Hamburger Helper, ever since I was a kid at home I would look forward to the days my mother would make Hamburger Helper for supper. So, now, when hamburger is on sale* I get some and a couple of boxes of my favorite flavour and I enjoy it like I am a kid again. Mm. 


So that's a sneak peek into my weird food habits.

~ N

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Pro-fracking?

Here is a look at my final journalism story of my career, on hydraulic fracturing, a community taking a different stand towards the controversial process. 



A small Home-Hardware stands out on Main Street, in Blackville, New Brunswick. Piles of wood trucked from some foreign mill lay in the shadow of the former green, rusted, old abandoned mill that has sat unused for years. Between those two places is a large patch of grass, for the most part it is green, but parts of it have yellowed from the lack of settlement. A sign is standing tall, about 20 feet from Main Street, a white background and thick green letters: “SAY YES TO FRACKING.
“The huge sign above the Home Hardware was erected by a private citizen, on his own property, said Wendy Astle, Program Coordinator for A Family Place, Miramichi. “He is not on the Village Council or any committees in Blackville. He works out west and wants to be able to work here, in his hometown.”
In a province where sometimes violent protests against the exploration for shale gas and a controversial process called hydraulic fracking has come to a town situated on the banks of the world famous Miramichi River, population 990, is taking a different kind of path.  The town, whose livelihood depends entirely upon the natural resources available there, has all but disappeared in recent years.
            The village revolves around the local grocery store with a gas station and a store where the former mill workers gather for their morning coffee.  The Home Hardware that is just up the street from the Irving is where high school students get summer jobs loading trucks full of lumber. A statue of the Dungarvon Hooper, a story of a murder cook from a logging camp, who howls at night sending shivers through the spine of loggers who enter that area, stands tall at the edge of the beautiful municipal park.
            It is the kind of town that when you walk into the Pharamasave, people call you by your first name. The yellow buses file down from the top of the hill from the local school.
           From first glance the town is the picture of a healthy, vibrant, small town. However, the tiny village of Blackville lost its main source of employment, when the UPM, United Paper Ltd, a paper mill company from Finland, which still stands like a ghost closed in 2007. The mill closure meant 60 lost jobs.
            Other members of the community were employed at a much larger UPM mill in Miramichi, about a thirty minute drive from Blackville, which also closed, putting 600 people out of work.
            This meant hundreds of people were out of work. The mill closure came about THREE 3 months after the closure in Blackville. The community had been hit hard. Twice.
            Statistics Canada reported that the unemployment rate for the Cambellton-Miramichi area in April was 21.1 percent, up from 19.6 percent in April 2012. This region of New Brunswick is viewed by Statistics Canada as having the highest rate in unemployment.
            Hydraulic fracturing is the fracturing of a rock by a pressurized liquid. A mixture of water, sand and chemicals are injected into a wellbore at high pressure and gases like petroleum, uranium-bearing solution and brine water may migrate into the well.       
            Hydraulic fracturing is a process met with great resistance in nearly all parts of the globe. In 2011, France became the first nation to ban hydraulic fracturing.  Places like Prince Edward Island have brought forward the idea of a moratorium. Nova Scotia has made similar proposals in the past. The process has been blanketed in nothing but negative stories. Examples like the United States are hard to find. According the New York Times, the United States reported having success with the technique, and with a yield of 87 percent self-sufficient in gas.
On November 7, 2013, the Liberal leader, in his throne speech, called for a moratorium on hydraulic fracturing. CBC News quoted Brain Gallant, “Fracking is a contentious issue in our province, across North America and across the globe.” A moratorium would mean that Liberal government would start a suspension of the ongoing activity of hydraulic fracturing. According to CBC, energy minister Craig Leonard said that he expects the Liberals will allow shale gas exploration if they win the election. His party is calling for a moratorium for votes in the election.
Many of the environmental factors, such as the chemicals involved with extracting the gas, contamination of wells, have yet to be explored. There are many questions surrounding hydraulic fracturing. So why bring it to a small community like Blackville? 
            “We’re tired of poverty,” said Bonnie Fournier, local stay at home mom. “We’re tired of having to split up families to go away to Alberta to work. We’re tired of no jobs.”
          There will be no fracking done in Blackville, as there are no deposits found here, said Christopher Hennessey, council member and entrepreneur. However, a short drive of 15 to 20 minutes to areas such as Dungarvon and Cains will take you to gas rich areas, within the Blackville parish.”
           “Blackville is pro-fracking solely for economic reasons,” said Anthony Connors home-grown local. “They need the jobs and economic benefits fracking will bring.”
           In Blackville is all too common for people to move to provinces like Alberta and Saskatchewan to find work.
        “Alberta is one of the provinces to which shale gas exploration is on-going,” Fournier said.“It was just a way of living, we had our own water well, which we drank from every day.”
            The community wishes to see a revival of their community. Despite the controversy surrounding the areas already involved with the process. It’s all about job creation and economics. 
            “There are very few answers to the unemployment crisis in our area,” said Hennessy. “We have no industry, no mills and no chance of future development,”
            “The big picture needs to be seen here, we need money we need revenue,” said Jake Stewart, Conservative MLA for the riding of Southwest-Miramichi.
            He predicts that within the years of 2018-2020 New Brunswick will hit a boom. Stewart thinks that the community needs jobs, and needs industry. “I want to make a difference,” said Stewart.
            “I am certain this is a good idea, because I have worked in the industry and worked on the wells the same as what would be found in areas of Dungarvon, Tower Road, and Kent County,” said Hennessey. “I know that the industry can be performed safely and have seen the benefits to small communities even smaller then Blackville.”
            The community has had three open information meetings that were neutral, based on facts and truths. There are supporters and non-supporters of Blackville’s possible economic revival.
            “I am one of those people who is still undecided on the fracking issue,” said Astle. “I would love to see the positive benefits that the government is promising us, but I am not convinced those are true. I think there has to be much more unbiased research into the process.”

            “I think that Blackville will survive no matter what they decide to do. We have been through economic downturns in the past and the spirit of people helping others in the community is still alive here”

Friday, 29 November 2013

Consent causing Confusion ©

Consent causing Confusion
Nathalie Sturgeon ©
                       
Consent is sexy? Try confusing. A video from St. Mary’s university was posted on Instagram, where students chanted “Y is for your sister, O is for oh so tight,  U is for underage, and N is for no consent  G is for grab that ass.” and “Saint Mary’s boys we like em’ young.” Universities in Fredericton have been promoting the idea of consent, the catch phrase is that “consent is sexy.” The problem is, the idea of consent is not well understood.
“Consent is largely misunderstood due to the fact it has not been a part of our conversation until recently,” said Maggie Crain, Fredericton Sexual Assault Center counsellor. Crain says that consent is not a conversation that should happen just before sex but rather a continual respect that follows through the act of intercourse. The centre is launching an education campaign to try to clear up the confusion.
When people in a relationship, or hook up, have different ideas of how the night will go, awkward situations can arise,” said Sam Titus, a St. Thomas University student. “Which I find unfortunate since it can be so simple to just ask, but most people are too uncomfortable to just ask,” said STU student Sam Titus.
“The confusion is probably situational, like if someone is drunk, that’s probably where consent gets confusing,” says STU student Rebecca Bonner.
“Consent is in some situations grey, unclear. It should be black and white, but it’s not,” said UNB student Nicholas Richard.
As the year creeps on, more and more students find themselves in situations that can at best be regrettable and at worst dangerous. “Consent is not a case by case thing, consent is always there always needs to be obtained,” said Crain.
Misconceptions abound in popular media. The husband of Melissa Gorga from the television show Real Housewives said this about what women want: “Men, I know you think your woman isn’t the type who wants to be taken. But trust me, she is. Every girl wants to her hair pulled once in awhile. If your wife says ‘no’ turn her around and rip her clothes off. She wants to be dominated.”
When asked by the host the day-time talk show Bethenny if she ever denies him in bed he says “she fights it, but I always win.”
 “Consent is sexy” is a way to catch students’ eye and start a dialogue. However STU third year student Megan Doucet says “It has not told me much about consent.”
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 “In essence, it needs to be engrained into the mainstream dialogue to the point where it is common knowledge and not confusing,” said Crain. Promoting things like the Dating Basics program, a program that teaches university students about a variety of things concerning consent and sex, have been put in place by a coordinator at UNB. The FSACC is planning on asking students at the three universities in Fredericton to participate in a video about consent. The aim of this video is to clear the smoke surrounding this issue.
Crain suggested that universities should give a mandatory tutorial to all first year students entering into university. 
The FSACC isn’t just targeting university students. A program tailored to female students in grade 8 in Fredericton has been in place for numerous years. As well, grade 10 female students are also given this empowerment program with more tough explicit language. FSACC is now aiming to pilot a male program facilitated in the same way except by a male counsellor.


In some situations students feel the pressure to perform or be ridiculed. The fear of disappointment can sometimes cloud the idea that consent is what really is important. “Of course, men don’t want to disappoint their partner’s by appearing “soft” or non-powerful in the bedroom, and women don’t want to disappoint their partners by not going through whatever activity they want to do, even if they are nervous or uncomfortable,” said Crain. 

Journalism ©

As I end my first semester of second year, there is a second ending I must tell you about and that is the end to my journalism career. I was encourage to put my work online.

One story is currently under revising. But, here goes.


Something Fresh?
            The smell of deli meet fills the noses of any curious grocery shopper. One could only imagine the brightly light, fancy stainless steel deli counter would be a prized selling point. A man stands dressed a khaki coloured uniform his back bent over the counter his eyes focused completely on the machine in front of him. The stainless steel items shine like diamonds under the huge oversized lights above. The man places his hand on the meat slicer in front of him, his hand covered in calluses and cuts, his knuckles white as he slides the blade across the lump of ham. As he slices the meat folds into a pile and customers turn their heads at the smell. The man wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform. A small sigh escapes his chapped lips. A tall man with a pair of green knee-length shorts and a grey shirt approaches the deli department. His hair in an awkward comb over and a deep authoritative voice signals for the deli clerk. The deli clerk leaves his station, looks at the man, and says “something fresh today, sir?” a smile stretches across his tired face

                                                                Washing It Away
            A large grey cloud starts to approach overhead. The trees sway as if dancing to a soft melody. A bright flash covers the sky. Seconds later, a loud boom follows like horses hooves trampling the sky.
            Two young Asian men run out of their apartment building. One wearing striped multi-coloured pants with a brown polo shirt. The other with a black shirt, its sleeves rolled up about quarter length. His were jeans dark wash, almost black with white stitching on the pockets. As they turn to look up at the sky, their eyes light up just as the skies minutes before. One of the boys has a curious look on his face as a crease forms between his thick, un-plucked eyebrows. His friend’s smile stretched across his face, his eyes sparkling with the idea of something so amazing.

            They pull out their next generation smart phones; the next one larger than the first. Sitting next to a large row of cars in the parking lot, they create flashes of their own as they take pictures of themselves in the storm. A fury of constant flashes of lighting and thunder roll as their excitement is washed of their faces in mere seconds as a gush of rain begin to cover everything, including them.

 You Don’t Stand A Chance
            The tall but small featured woman stands hovering over the stove. Her hair bouncing with the light shifts she makes across the kitchen floor. A small creek moans out as she moves. She un-wraps the air tight package of blood red meat, and slaps them onto the frying pan covered in cooking oil, and golden shimmer reflects of the pan onto her face, hunger filling her face. Adding a mixture of finely sliced garlic, tear invoking oozing onions, and spices, she turns on the burner, and a sizzle so faint it could only be heard to someone paying attention. She shuffles her feet across the floor. She pulls out bottles of bright red ketchup, and yellow mustard, and buns of bread. She shifts her mouth, noticing the wetness inside as her taste buds ache. These flat shriveled up pieces of meat stand not chance against her bright white teeth. 

Human Sexuality
A tall Russian woman stands in a room of crowed teenagers. Their ears peeled for the being statements about the topic of Human Sexuality. As if they do not know already. A large grey podium blends in the wall behind it, if not for the professor bent over a stack of papers, would be unrecognizable. Students grow restless awaiting her roll call. Her short curly white hair and ribbons of grey within it bounces up as she starts calling students names. Her accent as thick as cake batter struggles to pronounce the Canadian names. As she comes upon a name there is suddenly a furrow in her brow, she moves her lips as if practicing before saying it aloud. It slips out of her mouth. She smiles, as the student corrections and moves on. The names flow on like a sea of school fish, blending in, turning into muffled words by other students. The energetic professor shoots up and says in a high pitched voice, “Letz talk about the sex!” The room fell silent. 

Rain
            The air feels damp. The doors swing open wide to the sound of raindrops hitting the ground like pin needles. My hands fumble trying to open the umbrella to protect myself from the shower of water. Feeling like an ant under fire, I pursue the path towards home. My feet are sore, and shining with the drops of rain. They are the temperature of death. Waterfalls of rain cascade down the sidewalks. My home is in sight. And, suddenly, I cannot hear the speeding of cars, the raining hit my blood red umbrella, the voices around me, for I know warmth awaits me on the comforts on my vintage flower love seat. 

Jinglers - Outdated 
The place is hidden to the back. The door creeks open as if it had not been greased in years. A woman with wire blonde hair stood with a sea of clothes surrounding her. Her sweater allowed her to blend in among the racks of used clothes. If not for the ribbons of grey hair she would have been missed all together. A young blonde hair dashes from place to place. She is watched by the mid-forties couple browsing at the back. The atmosphere at Jingles is much like the clothes, used and out-dated. 

Class Question Period 

A short, plump woman with fluorescent white hair sits at the end of a row red velvet seats. She rips out her coil note book that has pages torn from it, and the cover bent from shoving it into her backpack. She pulls out a pen that flies apart at her intense grasp. And she waits, with her pink tinted prescription glass, for the professor to begin. As the professors monotone voice begins to explain the varying complications that is the Canadian Constitution, an arm raises from the end of the red line. The professors’ eyes quickly swing away from the white haired lady and he continues to mumble the workings of Section 92 of the Constitution. He barely finishes his sentence, and a cracked voice struggles to put force behind her voice, to no surprise her voice picks up. She directs her question, and has an authority to her voice that commands an answer, not matter how many times she repeats the same question. The professor, lets a sigh, and a brief pause, go before he addresses the woman, she sparks back with another question. The cycle continues for the remaining hour and eighteen minutes. 

Homeward Bound

The air is crisp. The temperature requires the winter attire. Fall recedes into the past, and winter chills us to bone. A tall, brown haired girl bundled up in her parka and homemade knitted hat rounds the corner of Prospect Street. Her nose is as red as the stop light above her head. The headlights of cars make the line go on forever. People bundled up in their heated vehicles, showing no compassion for the girl who resembles Rudolf. Despite the cold, she soldiers on. Homeward bound.  

Final Journal of my career!
The phone in front of me lights up, as it does so often. It’s my best friend. “Wanna come see a waterful?” My eyes widen. “Yep, come get me.” A body sits at the steering wheel, hands covered by black driving gloves. His black and green toque covers his head. The girl beside him, he long blond hair flows from her elastic. Her jacket is a dark green. I bounce into the back seat and head for the most scenic drive to a place I have never been. The wind hits our faces as we leave car. The rocks ahead look step, but a quick glance to each other. And we know. The incline is steep, but welcoming, trees on either side, small tall, some large and burly, some average but lovely, kind of like passing people. In the distance you can hear the swish, and crash of water. The scene creates a flip in my stomach. Looking up the water falls with great power and authority. Only to be frozen in the end by nature. Among the greatest forces of nature; there stand three.

Credit to Nathalie Sturgeon ©
St. Thomas University

Friday, 8 November 2013

It was an experience not soon forgotten.

I honestly don't think I have much to write about. Which defeats the entire purpose of my blog. I've been pretty stressed out lately, but thankfully I wrote my last of 7 midterms in one month. Some more successful then others.

Leonard left today for his long weekend, four days away. And, yes, I'm on of those girlfriends, who gets infinitely sad when her boyfriend leaves. What can I say? I love him. It will be a long four days. Lets hope that I make it through.

I participated in some Halloween festivities. I guess you could say. It was my best friends birthday, and so we went to Ladies Night. It was an experience not soon forgotten.

I went with half a skull face, and pretty doll face.

It took me forever to do.


 The vampire teeth didn't appear in the final costume. It was a joke - it came in my makeup kit. Spooky fun!


We meet some awesome people there. And I made a new friend. Drinks were cheap, and good times were had all around. Even though I was originally skeptical about going out, and drinking, it was worth it. 


I started my first actual shift at work, at 6:45 a.m. It involved me lifting more then 1,000 boxes off the back of an 18-wheeler, unloaded the contents in the boxes, loading it back in, sorting the boxes, unloading them again and censoring them. It was awful.

My boyfriend needed to stop at Wal-Mart before we headed home. I fell asleep in the sporting goods isle. Lovely nap! 

Yesterday, I had the privilege of meeting the most distinguished David Carr. A renowned journalist from the New York times. It was a fantastic opportunity. I was a wee bit excited. 


I wrote this because my day has been pretty tough and writing seems to help a little bit. Hopefully, it is a good read to someone else. 

~ N

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

I got my first job ever!

So I have wonderful news for all of you!

I got my first ever job! I finally did it. I rarely ever feel accomplished in my life. I've never achieved anything truly outstanding. And though this may not seem truly outstanding. I think it is. 

I start my official training at a teen clothing store on November 2nd! I'm unbearably excited.

Things at university have slowed down considerably. Only one midterm left this month! And one next month. Weehoo!

I've been celebrating in a way

With some unhealthy foods...


And some healthy things. 

Though I'm still buried in school work for the major part of my day. I've managed to spend some time for myself to keep myself healthy (as healthy as possible). 

I love to remind everyone quite frequently that fall is my favourite season. So I'm enjoy the slightly chilly weather! 

I also like free things, I like to collect coupons and get free samples. And thankfully, my samples arrived today. 

Yay! 


What's all new with my readers? 

Saturday, 19 October 2013

I most certainly had to unbutton my pants..

It's been a hectic month. I've completed 3/5 midterms so far this month. I'm currently taking a break from preparing for my fourth on the block. I did well on my first two, I know I didn't do well on my third. (circumstances given, I hate the course). I go two A's!

Yay, go Nathalie!

The above reasons are why I haven't been filling you with the wonderful bits of my life.

I went home for the Canadian Thanksgiving dinner. It was a lovely meal, and I most certainly had to unbutton my pants for the last piece of pumpkin pie and tea.

I, then, returned to the vast city! Relieved to be back and spending more time focusing on my studies. Family tends to pull you in a million directions on holidays. I get nothing done.

I spent my first night back, the night of Thanksgiving Monday, with my boyfriend. I downloaded some of my favourite Halloween movies. Baked some Halloween cookies. It was a spook of a time.

My grandmother who is known for taking hand me downs and then forcing them upon all the grandchildren has most certainly paid off for me. Being that I love things that have a history, and have a hipster like look to my appearance love when she hauls out items like this sweater...

Macklemore would be a proud soul.

I recently bought some things to warm up the feel off my bedroom. Make it more like my home.



I also made a small purchase for myself!

Also, I have great news for all of you!

I finally managed to land myself my first ever ACTUAL job interview. It went fairly well, I'm currently waiting on an application. And lets cross our fingers I get the job, shall we? I. need. it. 

Love, 
~N

Saturday, 5 October 2013

I'm always the sober loser

This weekend is a dry one. I have my first midterm of my second year looming on Tuesday. Hence why I'm on the internet blogging to you about how I'm not studying my material.

The week started off poorly, with me getting hit by a car. And my boyfriends car had a devastating inspection. Tears were shed, on my boyfriends behalf of course. I consider my relationship split in two. I respect Leonard's attachment to his car. And all the other cars we see around the city.

Weekends are usually when I spend the most time with Lenny. Unfortunately this weekend he couldn't stay in the city. He's home with his family, and his car is parked for the near future. (sad sad sad)

But before he left we had...Friday day night!



We brought endless amounts of snacks


I've wanted these cookies for the longest time. And in an act of kindness from my boyfriend - he bought me Spooky Cat cookies, and Pumpkin cookies. 

And he (I am not gonna lie, I had a couple of sips) had some drinks...


Peach schnapps and cranberry juice is the best combination of alcohol I've ever tasted in my life. (The diet Pepsi is mine obviously, because I'm always the sober loser)

Lenny has a obsession for Star Wars. I recently got him a Star Wars t-shirt. However; I spotted these in HMV and I couldn't pass them up!


He loved them! 

I also managed to take some really cool shot as fall creeps in on us!



I took a break from studying today and went to Menchies. It was glorious. 

Though this week/weekend went a little poorly, I enjoy the small things!


What little things make your life better? 
~ N