I thought I was the only one!

Turns out, other people pull those cheesy New Years jokes too!

"I'll see you next year."

"Okay, I'll call you next year."

"I'll get it for you next year."

LINK to AWESOMENESS!

Ours

Finally! A new video. For some reason, this took a really long time to record...I kept forgetting the chords! But nevertheless, here it is, Ours by Taylor Swift. (Can you tell that I had to piece together some of the ending because I kept forgetting chords and then my camera ran out of batteries?) Enjoy.

P.S. Man, I need to learn to sing louder. I sound pretty loud in my head...

This is... #2

This is the corner of unwanted trash. It houses the forgotten tidbits of teenage life. A crumpled to-do list, eraser bits from a frustrated math student, a red price tag. These pieces of her life don't mean a thing, they won't be thought about again, and will eventually be thrown out. But the green post-it note sits quietly on the edge of her desk, shadows from everything else that is more important resting gently on its ridges. This post-it note once held things that were important, and slowly, one by one, the sheet became a reminder of things past. There is no time for the past, only tomorrow. It's just ink scribbled on paper now.

Daily Booth!

I find Daily Booth such a cool concept...and I caved in and joined...

www.dailybooth.com/aTEEproduction

THANK YOU!

The Contest

Thank you to every one who has helped me win this contest!

I found out after math class, I wasn't feeling to proud of myself for my math test, but then my friend let me know that I won and I just freaked out right there in the middle of the hallway. I was so happy! I was bouncing around, hugging all my friends, screaming. Apparently I had a very funny expression...I tend not to control myself when I'm excited.

I was so happy I almost cried, right there in the middle of the hall.

It's nice to be recognized for my film making, as I've said before, I'm a film nerd.

Now, I get to help film a promotional video for a contest that the Institute is going to hold. That's exciting, my first job as a filmmaker!

The Locker

Thank you to my bestest friends in the whole wide world for decorating my locker. It was such a nice surprise! AND it is beautiful! In case you didn't see it in the video, there are stars (which I am very fond of) and pictures of me and my friends. There were pink blossoms (because that's my dance group with my friends) and a Gemini Award (because I wanted to win a Gemini more than an Oscar, don't ask why).

ALSO, my friends talked me out of going to the mall to pick up my own present because they had actually got what I was going to buy. How they climb into my brain all the time without me knowing, I'll never figure it out.

Updates

So yeah, it's been a great few days. And today, we got our marks for our Hamlet soliloquy (where we just present a soliloquy) and I did really well. My teacher gave me such nice comments. It feels good because I haven't done much acting in a very long time and to come back to it felt good, to be complemented on it feels really good. I should do more acting, I really like it.

So now it's time to disappear off into study land and really focus on getting good marks in school. I'm actually really excited for university and for all the possibilities that lay ahead.

=) Tee

I'm a FINALIST!

I'm one of the six finalist (out of sixty-four entries) for the Rule the Tube contest!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU so much for all your support! I'm am forever thankful. =)

This is the last week of voting, so please please please, watch the video and share it with your friends.

I promise that after this contest is over, I will start posting new videos and blog entries!

xoxo

Ruling the World 101

My submission for the ICAO's Rule the Tube 2010 contest.
Theme: Why being a chartered accountant rocks.
Music: Original track created by me.

I made this video as an entry for the Rule the Tube contest with the Institute of Chartered Accountants of Ontario. If I win, I'll get $1,500 for university!

If you like the video, comment, rate, and share it with your friends!
Videos will be judged based on originality, creativity, relevance, number of visits, number of likes, and overall rating.
Voting ends on November 26th @ 12:00 pm.

Thanks for watching!

katy came along at just the right time

I just heard "Firework" by Katy Perry and it speaks so loudly to me, and not just because my speakers are turned up.

Thank you Katy.

eggplant, anyone?

This weekend, I tried eggplant for the first time and it was...not as bad as I thought! It was actually good. Trying new things is good.

"something's rotten in the state of Denmark"

I feel like I'm in a modern day, real-life version of Hamlet. There's something off about our situation, and I'm not the only one feeling it. We're all having our moments of panic, of sadness, odd mood swings, and confusion.

Some of us are just better at hiding it, but I can tell that there's something "rotten" going on. It's weirding me out. I hope it passes.

i've figured it out!

So I was writing a Business Management test today and halfway through, I realized why you have to show up to class.

I mean, the test was based on content from the textbook, and I can easily memorize the textbook in the comfort of my bedroom during those 1.5 hours that I'm expected to go to class. So, if I can learn on my own, what's the need of going to class?

It's to get an understanding of who the teacher is so that you can predict the answers on the test without even studying so hard, or to get in the teacher's good books so they'll mark you better.

Bonus marks if you write in the same style they do, speak in the same style they do. If you can regurgitate what they said, EVEN BETTER!

That's really all there is to it. My test was a little biased, it was multiple choice but some answers were opinionated. But I knew how to answer most of them because I showed up to class and paid attention, not to the material, but to the teacher.

Breakthrough during a test. Let's hope I passed and this isn't a premature statement.

dumb clock

There just aren't enough hours in a day to do everything I need to without going completely insane and causing permanent damage.

The Way Love Goes

She fell in love

with a boy who

had other plans

Found his keys

to his heart

in another's hands

And for now,

she may be crying

before she sees

before she sees

That this is the way love goes

Thinking you've got it right, you hope

But one day you'll find it, you know

Cause that's the way love goes

He fell in love

with a girl

who was top of class

She changed his hair

and his clothes

to meet her folks

He said goodbye

But realized that he

wanted her back

wanted her back

But that's the way love goes

Thinking you've got it right, you hope

But it'll take some finding and time

But that's the way love goes

That's that way love goes

You smile then you find that

it's not what you hoped

But one day you'll find it, you know

Cause that's the way love goes

She fell in love

with a boy who...

have you ever ran in the rain?

This week had just felt off. I felt bipolar and I'm not too sure why. I mean, it's a number of factors, but mostly, I don't know what it could be. Because it's not like these things in my life are new. I've dealt with them before.

And tonight, I decided to take the night off (even though I shouldn't) because I thought maybe I could fix it. And for those three hours that I spent playing and playing and playing my guitar, things really did feel better. Or at least, I felt better about things. I wrote a song about love because it seems like such an abstract idea right now. I wrote a song to my parents/family telling them what's been bothering me. I wrote a song to a boy that, well, to be honest, it's a very complicated and juvenile story. I sung about love and how awesome it'll be when I get there in life. But it's almost midnight and I'm not playing my guitar anymore. And it feels odd again.

I think I just need a really good run. Like put on my thick sweater and run as far and fast as I can. I want the cool air outside to freeze my skin, almost like it's not going to exist there anymore. I want to run in the rain, like somehow that will wash away everything I'm feeling. I want to get so tired that I'm far beyond a runner's high.

I need to get out of these four walls, don't I?

aimlessly wandering

All my life I have been a planner. I like to plan things out. I like to organize and make sure I have an idea of what's coming up for me. Even if I don't like the plan, I stick to it until something better walks by.

Then it hit me today, and now it's like my world is spinning.

I try to make my own decisions and it turns out to be a huge fight.

I try to make career decisions and it turns out to be a huge fight.

And my teachers asks me, "how much of you is because of your own decision, and how much is because of your family?"

Well making my family happy will keep a roof over my head and food on the table, money for university. Making myself happy will only pay off in the long-run after I've survived some hard debt.

I don't want to wake up when I'm thirty with regret, but I don't want to wake up tomorrow with that regret either. There has to be a better solution.

It doesn't feel good to be wandering like this. I want my plans back.

I think I was much happier in DENIAL than opening my eyes and seeing what I've hidden for so long. Growing up really sucks right now.

why is travel such a hassel?

If I could do anything for my birthday, I would fly to Winnipeg for the weekend, meet One More Girl, and watch them live in concert. But I have a bad feeling that I'm going to miss the deadline of their contest and that I won't be able to get myself to Winnipeg. That sucks...it's nice to dream...

change.

Sometimes change can be a good thing as long as you open your mind, your heart, and your eyes to it.

Internal Monologue #2

I'm really thirsty right now but don't feel like getting anything to drink...maybe if we had like some exotic tropical juice I would feel like drinking something. Water's just so boring right now...I drink it too often. Though I shouldn't be complaining because there are many people out there who do not even get the luxury of clean water. Haha, this internal monologue just isn't as random as my first one. Probably because I'm alone in my room right now instead in a class and that I can type WAY faster than I can write. Man, technology ruined penmanship. And the ability to spell, I just spell checked penmanship...don't ask, I'm tired.

I wonder how long I've been typing for...I forgot to time myself when I started and the whole point of this is to not stop talking to yourself. Which in a way is kind of psychotic. But I think it's also artistic. Sometimes they can be both. Okay, my fingers are getting tired...maybe I should stop and get back to doing homework. Sigh, I hate homework.

math is for squares.

I just did about twelve pages of math homework today. Not fun at all. Not educational at all. Why do I need to know how to factor a cubic function? I feel like my brain is going to start leaking all over my bed or just plain explode onto my walls. Ew...

At least I'm done most of my work for this long weekend...somehow, long weekends never seem long enough. When's the next holiday?

Hello Yemen.

So, my friend was telling me about how he saw the stats on his blog and that's when I realized (three years after I got this blogger account) that you can check stats. I can't believe I never saw that button before now. This week, apparently 12 people from Yemen have visited. Mind. Blown.

being sick is no fun.

So I'm sick. I forgot how difficult being sick makes your life. You're all stuffy, you can't think straight, you're tired all the time. Dear cold virus, please go away. You're kind of annoying. Thanks.

Though I must say, one good thing did come out of it: my voice got a little lower. Do I sound mature or just sick?

I think the worst part of being sick having one more thing to think about. Darn.

This is... #1

{Today in English class, we got an index card with a hole in it. We were to look through the hole and write about something we saw; something that we usually overlook. Here's what I wrote.}

This is...a dandelion stem, but the petals are all gone. Perhaps a little kid kicked it out of anger because he didn't get to play with the soccer ball. The dots on its top act as reminders of what this plant used to be. As the stem waves in the wind, one last white seed clings onto the base; tenacious or just stuck? A small fly comes by for food but finds none. Just an empty stem towering over the rest of the green jungle.

Pricey Barbie.

{FIND ARTICLE HERE}

Half a million for a Barbie?! Oh wait, she wears a giant pink diamond. Is it wrong that I kind of want to buy her?

Internal Monologue #1

{Today in English class, we had to write our internal monologues, basically things that we are thinking. I wrote about 3/4 of a page. Yeah, I write big. It's pretty random, but pretty fun at the same time. There's exactly what I wrote, with the exception of my teacher's name.}

We have to write about what we're thinking. I thinkeveryone's going to write the same thing. Oh man, I just connected my two words up there, should I correct it? My pencil case is too far from me, I can see it from the corner of my eye, it makes me nervous. And now my hand hurts from writing this and I didn't even write that much. What's that noise? Oh, Mr. R----, he makes a lot of noise at this desk. No lead, I hate when that happens. Wouldn't it be cool to have someone narrate your life all the time? I guess it'd be weird after a while. My hand really hurts now, what ever happened to my hand muscles? They're probably in my left now. I miss playing Frisbee and guitar, which reminds me, I need to film like a million projects. But where's the time? On the clock, that's where. Haha, that was so lame. Great, now my right eye is hurting. WEIRD! I never realized how random my mind is, it's not good. This is why I'm not allowed to be alone. Mr. R---- has Kool-Aid Jammers, that was funny. Mm, juice, juice boxes, childhood...

seeking comfort in a box

sometimes four walls is all it takes to shelter you from your own storm.

goodbye summer 2010

So, this is my last night of summer before I become a SENIOR! (sounds 65+...)

Not sure how well the whole "reinvention" thing went, but I think I've come out of it a little better than when I started and at the end of the day, every little bit counts. =)

• {DONE!} Get my driver's license
• Create Eight Short Films (three legit new videos made this summer, ten, soon to be eleven, uploads to Youtube)
• Finish writing my film and theatre scripts (does a 12 page script count?)
• {DONE!} Research university information
• Get fit (...it's an ongoing thing...)
• Get smart (Read one chapter about economics...)
• {DONE!} Figure out what I want
• {DONE!} Work on goal/dream board

Hmm, 4/8...50%! Not too bad...and I did attempt each thing on my list which is a start. I've also been taking better care of myself, as in eating better than before, skin care, hair care, self love.

Goals for the new school year?

• Give 110% at all times, even when I'm tired, sad, mad, distracted...always 110%
• Fridays are work out days!
• Friday is also tend to Youtube day
• No more naps
• No procrastination
• Speak up

I have high hopes for the new school year. I'm going to finish high school strong and stop waiting for life to happen. Wake up call, it's already moving fast.

Thanks summer 2010, hello school year 2010/2011. =)

{...tee.}

words in my head at 5:30AM

Go ahead and tell me. Let me know that you didn't feel it too. That you didn't want to, too. Tell me that those hugs, and words, and that night at your house was just for fun and you didn't feel a thing.

It would certainly make this a lot easier.

So look me in the eyes, and tell me that. And I'll once more tell you "okay" because that's the only thing that seems to come out of my mouth.

{.tee.}

p.s. Short films, two down. Yes, I'm still reinventing. I quite like it.

KATE VOEGELE - FOREVER AND ALMOST ALWAYS. =)

"it's gonna hurt bad before it gets better"

I'm not too sure what I'm feeling right now, or what I should be feeling for that matter.

I never thought I was the type of girl who needed someone to be happy. In fact, I don't want to be that girl. But society is so keen on couples and love and the concept of finding your soul mate; it's a little hard NOT to be THAT girl.

This is probably because I grew up too fast. I'm growing impatient. There's a big world out there, I just need to wait a while longer before I can see it, experience it.

Maybe it's not even about that. I've been single my whole life, what makes NOW any different? Maybe I'm regretting letting him know how I feel. Maybe friendly flirting was better and I should have left it at that because now, I have nothing. And it hurts.

{.tee.}

the sum of you plus me

Dear (blank),

Thank you for caring for me enough to let me go. Thank you for knowing enough about me to let me go. I'll always respect you for that. I don't think you'll ever know how much I'll always love you.

--Tee

Crossing things off is a good feeling

So here is a revised list of my Summer Goals:

• {DONE!} Get my driver's license
• Create Eight Short Films (one down!)
• Finish writing my film and theatre scripts
• {DONE!} Research university information
• Get fit
• Get smart
• {DONE!} Figure out what I want
• {DONE!} Work on goal/dream board

=)

{...tee.}

Day ???

Well, it's been a long time since I've last blogged, but that doesn't mean it's been a long time since I've been working on my goals.

After much nagging from my mom, I started really studying for my driver's license. One and a half hours today.

Short films? They're all half projects...But I do have a wall of ideas beside my desk which is a constant reminder to work on this. I did, however put up a new video on my Youtube. Does this count as a video? Still undecided...

Film and theatre scripts...getting there. One of my theatre scripts is just about done, but it's only 12 pages.

Research university information is practically done. But I think I just need a good chat with my guidance counselor before solidifying anything in my mind. Open mindedness is a good asset.

Get fit...well, I've been slacking (unless walking the mall is exercise). But I did exercise for a little more than half an hour today.

Get smart? Maybe I'll do that tomorrow...or in a few weeks...I've got time.

Figure out what I want. CHECK! Surprisingly, summer gives me a lot of alone time and I relistened (apparently not a word) to a self-help CD that my teacher gave me a while back. I know what I want. I know who I want to be. I've got a clear head and nobody can take my positive energy from me. They're not allowed.

Work on my dream/goal book. Doing it right now.

Today, I also came across a blog called "Stop Dating Ben & Jerry". How cleverly named. In one of their posts, {CLICK!} "39 Little Adventures for Living a Great Life", they give some great advice and some things for me to do in my effort to LIVE a fulfilling life.

Some that stood out to me:

1. Drink Plenty of Water - Yes, in fact, my mom spent all of last week preaching the benefits of more water to me!

4. Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy

11.Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

16.Dream more while you are awake

23.Smile and laugh more.

26.Each day give something good to others.

36.No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

{.tee.}

p.s. Wow, in a very good mood.

Why Am I Doing This?

Excellent question to evaluate how healthy this reinvention actually is.

Yes, there's a part of me that says: to get back at him. A tabloid once said, success is the greatest revenge. But wouldn't that just justify everything he said? He says he doesn't want to get in the way of all the stuff I do, so, if through this reinvention I become that super powerful, independent, confident girl (without him), I just fuel his reason for not believing in the "us".

Yet, the other half of me wants me to do this for myself. I spent a lot of time waiting for life to happen. I'm sick of waiting. I'm going to take matters into my own hands. That's powerful.

Maybe that's it. If he can't handle the fact that I'm going where I want to, maximum speed, then maybe we wouldn't have worked out.

I hear a lot of celebrities say how their busy schedule keeps them from having a "personal life" because nobody understands. Carrie Underwood once said that she would only date in the industry because they'll understand how busy she is or how tired she can get. I'm no celeb, but maybe we're not that different.

So if he thinks he can't handle it, then that's completely fine. Because I'm still young and there'll be plenty of other guys out there that would be great for me. Guys that can relate to my craziness. And that's the hope I'll fall asleep with.

Wow, blogging breakthrough. Better than therapy because it's free!

{...tee}

p.s. Day 4 - Not really focusing too much on the other goals except for my short films and getting fit. But tomorrow is a brand new day. Focus. =)

Reinvention: Day 3

I think I'm doing quite well. It's kind of empowering.

But, I still have a long way to go...and I don't see any signs of giving up just yet.

{...tee}

Reinvention: Day 2

End of Day Two of Reinvention...I'm thinking I need to add "WAKE UP AT A REASONABLE HOUR" to my list of goals...12 pm texts from a friend should NOT be an alarm clock.

So today I exercised, started a production channel (TEE Production Studios) and will work on my creative writing in a bit. Maybe I should study for my driver's license too...I seriously need to stop sleeping for 12 hours. It takes away too much time in my life.

{...tee}

The Art of Reinvention

This summer, I am setting out on a journey to change and finally feel fulfilled. Of course there will be things that I will have to wait for, like love and a career. But there are still plenty of things that I can do now.

This whole thing started with my friends messaging me online and saying that this summer is the summer before we go absolutely crazy nerdy in senior year. They are in fact correct. So, their plan was for us to create a few group goals (like having a fancy English brunch) and a few personal ones (like talking up a cute stranger).

I started thinking, and being the optimist I usually am, have created a two month reinvention goal for myself. From now until school starts again, I will be working a little bit each day to become the person I can look back and say “wow, kudos” (probably not in those exact words).

Goals:

• Get my driver’s license
• Create Eight Short Films (one down!)
• Finish writing my film and theatre scripts
• Research University Information
• Get fit
• Get smart
• Figure out what I want
• Work on my dream/goal board

Today was Day 1:

I’m reading the driver’s ed. handbook right now, thought of an idea for my next film, and exercised for half an hour. Good start, I’d say.

{…tee}

another song about a broken heart

this is not healthy, but I have to do it anyways.

Dear {blank},

I wish things would've turned out differently. I actually believed they would. I guess things never go according to plan, right? I mean, you never planned for me to admit what I was feeling, did you?

The whole time we were there, I just wanted to tell you everything that was circulating in my head. Because there were so many things that I never told you, never showed you before. But I couldn't get anything out. Maybe somewhere inside, I didn't want to get anything out. Because as much as I wanted us, I was scared too.

And things seem kind of like a blur right now, but I just thought you should know that I want you to be selfish. Yes, I've got all these things going for me. I'm a busy girl, and I like being busy. But at the end of the day, I wish there was somebody there to say, "Good night". I wish I had someone to hug goodbye when I leave and to get excited about seeing.

That day you walked me to your door and waited. Do you remember that? I almost kissed you. I know it was a joke to you. But that night really got me confused about what was happening.

I'm not confused anymore.

I know that I've developed feelings that are stronger than ever before. How do I know this? Because I can't control things this time like I've done before. I can't turn it off like I've done before.

Now I'm hearing stories, left and right. I don't know how much is true. Are they saying it to get back at me? Are they saying it because it's what I want to hear? And it's driving me insane trying to figure this out alone. I want to talk to you but I don't want this to be the end. Ever.

I'd apologize for starting this. I'd apologize for ruining what we had. But I don't think I want to. I do, but I don't. It was a risk. And now we don't have to ever wonder what if, right? I guess it doesn't really matter now, anyways. What's done can't be undone.

To be completely honest though, I think you're hiding something else. Another reason that you're not tell me or anyone else we know. I guess I am too. But that's a conversation for another day.

I don't know what I want from you. I don't know what I want from myself. I don't know what I want from writing this letter. I just hate this lingering silence we've created...I've created. Yeah, I guess this is all my fault. And even more so now that I've given up. But you had a hand in it too. I guess you just can't help it though. I'm the one who fell right? Out of your control.

I'm not really sure what happens next. All I know is I miss you, and everything we had. Ball's in your court.

--Tee

giving back the ring

I woke up this morning and I couldn't take it anymore.

As much as I love him, I don't want to keep getting my heart broken by him.

Who said knowledge is power? Knowledge is tearing me apart.

{...tee}

If you can hear me, I'm so, so sorry.

Three things to note...

1) Today I went to the beach and brought it home with me in my fold-up capris.

2) I bought myself the Chase Coy cd, Picturesque. AMAZING.

3) I've never been more confused, scared, and excited by the possibility of love as I am right now.

{...tee}

that's what single girls do...

I honestly thought he'd say yes.

And every now and then, I think about how great it could've been.

But sometimes I see all the flaws that would've separated us.

And I know it's for the best that things didn't go the way I expected. It's better this way.

But times still get a little lonely.

If I had courage, I'd tell him to be selfish. If I had courage, I wouldn't care to get hurt.

But love is a little more complicated than that.

{...tee.}

MFW Closet - Urban Chic

(p.s. lame photoshop skills. too tired to care.)

{...tee}

letters hidden in my mailbox.

It's nice to know that maybe, a little piece of him wants me too and I'm not imagining the "us" alone. It's nice to know that I can finally be myself with him yet still get butterflies. It's nice to feel like we've always been better off as friends. It's nice to fall asleep with a smile on my face again. Sometimes a bad day can have a happy ending.
-----------------------------------------
Last night I had a dream where everyone told me he came back. I saw him down the hall and for the first time in a long time, I saw his face. I can't see it anymore now, but I know I saw his face. I run into his arms and into his warm embrace. Thank you. And he tells me he's proud that I haven't given up and I'm about to tell him I did when he keeps talking to tell me how happy he is to see me. I woke up breathless. I saw him. I felt him. I smelt him. I heard him. Today, I fell in love with life again. I want this now more than I did. I don't know how I'll get there, but I'm going. I'm going.

.tee.

let it rain...

My best friend told me to write it down: all these thoughts and feelings in my head. And I will. Pardon the rambling.

It started with a blast from the past, a reminder of the feelings I used to have.
I can't remember his face or his voice, but I remember the feeling. Belonging? Happiness? Purpose?
I don't really understand how it all came to be, it just clicked.
I never got closure, never got to say goodbye. But maybe it's my own fault for thinking that things last forever, and if they don't they'll just fade, not like this.
A constant cloud hanging.

I know I need to let it go. I know I need to be with just myself right now. I need to forget about him and him and him. How else can I be with him or him or him if I can't be with myself? But what if I can't be me without him?

I've always been the lost girl. And he found me. He made me laugh enough to forget that I'm lost. He turned me west and told me to walk and I did. And I liked it.

It's just the same story over and over. Was it never meant to be or was it something I did or said?
Or maybe I'm just remembering all of this wrong.
Maybe I was blinded, too willing to fall in love.
And maybe that's my problem right there.
But if I never try, I'll never know.

Somehow, moving forward seems a lot harder than I thought it'd be. Maybe because I'm doing it all wrong.
It's even harder when everything reminds me of the past. Colours, numbers, scents, places, events. It also doesn't help that I look for his face in a crowded room, on a crowded street, waiting to revisit those emotions.

Like somehow, I want life to begin so badly and I just can't right now. But with him, it felt like I was beginning. I know I have all the time in the world right now, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I'm running out of those precious minutes and if only I could talk to him one last time, it would make everything worth it, like I'm not wasting time anymore.

I never realized how sad I was until this happened. All those years bottled up is coming back up again. Maybe all I need is a good cry, get it out of my system. Let it all out and there, in a pile on my bed, will lie the body of a girl who has emptied herself out.

Does time heal all wounds?

.tee.

what can i say...

I watched this video five times in one night. It is EPIC.

.tee.

pretty awesome stuff...

Every day when I go onto the internet, my homepage gives me a bunch of neat articles to read (thank you torontoist!). Here's what I've stumbled upon today:

During the Men's Hocky Final, Toronto Held It.

.tee.

it's a good day

Sometimes all you need is a little rain to make the flowers come out to play.

.tee.

gold medals are a very attractive quality in a man...

First, Adam van Koeverden.
Then, Alexandre Bilodeau.

I know it's been a while, I'll catch up eventually.

.tee.

Stop the shooting star

cause she's going too fast.

Soon she'll run out of steam, and fall to the ground,
while the rest of the world is at the moon.

.tee.

The Waiting Game (Round 2):

The first one to make a move loses.

I win.
Tie.
1-1.

No more games, okay? I like you too much for that.

.tee.

Redundant Cycle

I'm tired of feeding your addiction.
I can't catch you when you're falling and have your eyes shut tight.

We're not friends anymore.

.tee.

The Waiting Game:

The first one to look up and notice loses.

...well, that was fun, want to play again?

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Funny how I write little things like that all over my math homework. Good thing we're too old for homework check.

.tee.

You lucked out

All you had to give
was a smile and
I fell for it.

No need for flowers or fancy things.

And now, nothing.
Great, you've got me crazy.

You know me so well.

.tee.

This is just the hat I wear...

Bipolar? Not quite.
Mood swings? Maybe.

All I know is that one day it's like I don't remember him, and the next I can't stop dreaming. I guess it all depends on how silly my hat looks that day.
Or what kind of hat he likes to wear.

I don't like hat hair.

.tee.

p.s. I need to get my focus back, if you've seen it, e-mail me. Thanks.

"and babycakes, don't forget babycakes"

I'm too hooked on Flashpoint. Watched three seasons in two weeks. Yeah, I'm that lonely.

Found a new work hard, play hard attitude.
Day One worked out pretty well.

Happy New Year.

=) .tee.