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My mom is looking for a house to move into. I want to help her and project my design aesthetic of bright airy rooms with large windows, winding corridors and various nooks and crannies to hide out in into her choices, but chances are I am not going to be living with her.

She has even downsized her options from 4 bedrooms (one for each of us and her) to 3 bedrooms for just her and my brothers.

I really want to move so I have a solid concrete reason to get rid of all the shit that I have. Almost everything I own is unnecessary, but I'm a bit of a pack rat.

(I guess you can sort of see this conflict in personality - the desire for bright, clean, airy rooms and my tendency to hoard junk - in the pictures I posted..)

Also the thought of having a brand new house empty of stuff to start over with is soooo appealing to me. The house we're in now is a complete disaster, and I want to say that when my brothers move out, my dad and I will go and clean shit out, but it probably won't happen.

So that's is what's happening right now.

A little bit of a life update; I had my first shift at H&M today (well, not really a shift, but orientation). It's weird working in a big store again. Folding doesn't require a board, and sizing things is considered a waste of time. I could get used to this.

I was escorted out of Madison Pub by security on Friday night where I spent the whole night sitting on the front steps and throwing up, so this is a warning to all you who like to have parties and go out drinking on the town for your birthdays. I cannot go to the Madison again. Sorry.

Aaand I just spent 52.00 on a ticket to go see Fleet Foxes at Massey Hall on my own. I am sitting in row A seat #2 on the left side, so I probably won't be able to see shit. But hey, at least I'll be able to hear? (I'm right by a speaker, so I'll need ear plugs I guess.)

The Bequest from the Poorhouse

From 1936 in a now defunct magazine entitled Titbits; The article refers to the time before WWI & reads;

'Many years before the war, an old tramp died in a Chicago workhouse. In a pocket of his tattered jacket this will was found which was read before the Chicago Bar Association and later probated. It became known as "The Bequest from the Poorhouse", and was also known as the most wonderful will in the world.

I give to the good fathers and mothers, in trust for their children, all good little words of praise and encouragement, all quaint pet names and endearments, and I charge said parents to use them justly but generously.

I give to the children, inclusively, but only for the time of their childhood, all and every flower in the field, and the blossoms of the woods, with the right to play among them freely, according to the custom of childhood, warning them at the same time against thistles and thorns. And I devise to children the banks of the brooks, and golden sands beneath the waters thereof, and the odours of the willows that dip therein, and the white clouds that float over the giant trees. And I leave the children the long, long days to be merry in, in a thousand ways, and the night and the train of the Milky Way to wonder at.

To lovers I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red roses by the wall, the bloom of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure each other the lastingness and beauty of their love.

To young men I jointly bequeath all the boisterous inspiring sports of rivalry, and I give them the disdain of weakness, and undaunted confidence in their own strength.

And to those who are no longer children or youths or lovers I leave memory, that they may live the old days over again freely and fully without tithe or diminution.To the loved ones with snowy crowns I bequeath the happiness of old age, the love and gratitude of their children, until they fall asleep.'

Happy 2009!

(fine, sasha FIERCE. this is a better picture anyways.)

Everyone knows that the new year officially starts on Jan 2.
January 1st is usually reserved for 1) sleeping off the revelry of the night/morning before, 2) dealing with a massive hang over, 3) sobering up, or 4) cleaning up all the barf from the bathroom floor/toilet/sink/bath tub.
So here's to ringing in the new year with new people, plenty of booze, interesting characters, and (apparently) lines of... white... stuff at 7 in the morning.

2008 was an amazing year. I did so many great things, met so many great people, and learned so much.. it's going to be hard up for 2009 to beat it. But maybe with my newly acquired skills, it will.
It's hard to say goodbye to the past year, it's helped me grow in ways I probably haven't even figured out yet, but it's time to build on past experiences and do what I need to do.
I've never really been so ... lost ... in life, as I have been the last week or two (omg, it's only been a week and a bit? It feels so much longer...) so this year I pledge to get my life back on track. Find a job as soon as possible, make decisions about the rest of the academic year, all the while not compromising my principles and ideals, and put the experience of the last 6 months to good use.
I want to continue with my languages - work on my Portuguese and on my French writing skills.
I'm also going to take inventory. Find those who have been there for me, and those who haven't, and... phase them out. Sorry, but I have incredibly low tolerance for drama and childish grudges at this point, and don't really plan on entertaining dead friendships for much longer.
I want to thank those who have been there for me in the last week, those who have listened to my stories, asked questions, and helped take my mind off of how strange it is to be at home.. and sort of helped my reintegration back into my life again.
Thank you to all my CWYers who helped make 2008 unforgettable, and to Marylene, whose life-advice I will try to apply to my everyday. I'm sure we'll all be reunited soon. (3 months!)
I'm going into 2009 with a vengeance. (A happy focused vengeance.. not a scary, angry one...) My life has changed, I have changed, so what better than a change of year to cement new friendships, and apply new lessons learned?
Here's to an amazing 2008, and to a better, shinier 2009!

Hellooooooo boys...

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