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Long-Distance Part 2

Why do I always have multiple parts to posts? I’ve got to stop doing that.  Continue reading

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Friend Bombs (or “when my friends know my life better than I do”)

This is another long one, so maybe grab a cup of coffee or a glass of wine (depending on what time you’re reading this) and settle in. I apologize in advance but after sitting on this for almost 36 hours, all the memories just flooded back one at a time, forcing me to squint into my phone frantically typing them out at 1am before my body would let me go to sleep.

I went through many different titles for this post and finally settled on this one. I had a conversation with a friend a few days ago and was informed that I had a boyfriend in grade 11. Continue reading

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A Series of Sarahs – Sarah 2

I met Sarah #2 in grade 8. I had just moved into Kitchener and there were two grade 8 classes (A and B). We sometimes had classes together (like homeroom and gym) so I saw this Sarah all the time even though I was in 8A and she was in 8B. We became fast friends and soon did everything together! She was even the first person to take me to my first hockey game. We were like sisters. Continue reading

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Life on the calm side

Many people have the idea that I’m kind of a wild child, just from my life choices. I live overseas, far away from home, I have tattoos, I pretty much have to go into rehab to stop myself from getting more tattoos, I’ve had multiple piercings outside of my ears, etc. But really, my life is very straight edged. Continue reading

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M.A.S.H Memeories

Today over lunch and a cup of tea, I sat watching M.A.S.H with my dad. In this episode, Hawkeye is doing/holding something and it explodes in his eyes (I was out of the room for that moment) and he spends the rest of the episode experiencing life without his eyes as they heal behind bandages. While never having experienced this before, watching the episode brought back memories of when I worked at a grocery store while I was in university.  Continue reading