Moving up and moving on.

Hello, my dad and I took a look at the new house today. Its a few blocks away from where we are living now so still near the school but its absolutely beautiful. I'm so excited to move in! I really want the room with the three closets, still have to convince my dad hehe.
Today is a better day, as you may be able to tell from the last post I was feeling weak. However I'm trying to keep positive and take it one day at a time. Seems like sometimes that's all you can do. Just keep on trucking along, no matter how much it seems like you should give up.
I had a different outfit on earlier, but i'm going to the movies later and felt like changing. I found this Banana Republic dress at a local thrift store. It was a lot longer when I got it but I hemmed it and its now a perfect fall dress!

Banana Republic dress, belt: Thrifted
Cardigan: Old, from grade nine.

Hope you all have a lovely day.

My weekend in lists

If you're a Los Campesinos! fan then you may get the reference in the title. Hats off to you if you do!
Since i'm in a bit of a moggy mood i think i'll sum up my long thanksgiving weekend briefly in list and photos:
                         

Load's of treats!

Good things

• Brockville bowl with friends
• Lots of turkey and yummy foods
• Time with family
• New shoes and tights
• Tried a grape cigar, it was quite nice.
• Playing retro board games with family

                                              

Pumpkin pie is the best thing to happen to this planet ever!

Bad things

• Brockville bowl party was a disaster
• I cried for three solid hours when I got home
• I'm not speaking to one of my best friends because of how upset i am and it really is killing me

Lesson's learned

• Your friends aren't always right
• Standing up for yourself feels good
• Crying does help
• Harry Potter quotes and yummy candles are just as effective as therapy. 
• I really do love my family.

I don't mean to be a downer, I did enjoy the weekend. It was intresting to say the least and I got to do a lot of thinking.
However I think I need to think about homework,

Yours truly
Joan.

The future and everything like it.

Last night I had an epitome about several things. My choice of friends, my future, and most of all my education.
I've had it enforced in my brain that I need to go straight to university. Where now I really feel like I need to take some time to myself. Here i'm going to throw a cliche out there and say I need to find myself. I'd say there is no better way to do that then to go backpacking. Yet again i'm going to go for the cliche and say in Europe. Whatever, i'm sure its helped people before and that is why its so popular.
As for my friends, well if you want me to be there I will. However i'm not bending over backwards just to make you happy. I'm done with that. You can't expect other people to make you happy, you have to.

This dress is a result of OCD.

Hello there!  
This dress I am wearing right here I bought at a local thrift store. It's a silk vintage dress made in Italy. I love it but it was originally past my knees. I love the midi trend but it was far too long. I'm 5'4 so anything longer then two inches past my knees makes me look stumpy.
So at twelve last night I looked up some tutorials and decided to take the dive and hem it finally. I had only wore it once for a photo shoot at the original length.  So i did some research then got my sewing kit out and hand sewed to my desired length. I love it now! I've always loved red and wanted a go-to red dress. It reminds me of a slightly more vintage version of the dress Zooey Deschanel wore in the new girl.

You see it? 

Yeah. So today I went to school on two hours sleep rocking my improved dress, a tiny leather satchel (not shown) black tights, a black belt, and some tan shoes.  So I'm thinking I will keep doing outfit posts every once in a while. I just wanted to show my hard work!

Why I was late for school, (based on a true story)

Okay before I start here, if anyone still reads this i'm sorry for my absence I had to take care of me. I feel better and happier. I have gotten rid of anything and anyone who i feel like was hurting me. I feel better. Now back to my silly ramblings.

:)

I am not a morning person, and by 'not a morning person' I mean I can barely form understandable sentences until noon. Even then I need some sort of caffeine in my system. It's terrible I have the morning routine of a thirty six year old. Which wouldn't be bad if I wasn't seventeen.

This morning was like every other morning, I clicked the snooze button on my alarm clock three to many times and finally managed to drag myself out of my bed half an hour after my set time. On mornings like this, sleep is my demanding and time consuming mistress and I'm a sucker like Christopher Cross himself. After this my time to get ready is cut in half, I put together an outfit, put on my stockings, pin up my hair and get my hairspray.

So I thought, see this where things go horribly wrong. All my hair products are in a little basket on my vanity table. In order to understand what I proceeded to do here you need to know what dry shampoo is. Its basic purpose is to remove access oil from your hair when small amount are placed on the hair and to do what shampoo does. It's pretty much a white powder, which is quite visible on dark hair.

I being the walking dead in the morning that I am proceeded to grab the dry shampoo thinking it was my hairspray and sprayed my entire head with it. I gave myself quite a shock when I looked in the mirror to see my brown hair had turned nearly entirely white. I have got to say, not a very becoming look, I'm not looking forward to being old and turning gray. 
I then had to shower again to get the shampoo out. Never thought I would have to shampoo out shampoo! This is why I was late for first period class today.

I am.

Catlike,content curled up,

Book in hand, with opened eyes.

Still like a starry night, a comfortable silence.

Hiding in a wall of words.

A natural sense of clever wit. 

Yearning for a sense of flight,

Bright like a ray of sunshine

On a rainy day.

Oh deep-thinker, head in the clouds.

Worn down shoe soles of a new soul. 

Treat the earth as your map.

Undiscovered and stuck in a paper town.

Drive with limits, further each time.

Like a bird leaving her nest.

A wreath of scars, worn proudly. 

Soft as clouds.

Lost, but never confused.

A undiscovered direction, awaiting finding.

Schools vs. Prisons.

An observation from the perspective of a wall flower.

Here I am in a worn down stone walled room, I look to my left to see a girl with red hair with chunky blonde highlights to disguise the fact that she was born as what is known as a “ginger”. Her skinny face is made into a look that is a recognizable symbol for a gang that is spoken of indirectly “the preps”. The symbol is called the “the stink eye”, the most famous unspoken communication of higher authority, social and finical class. This girl is not alone, she is always accompanied by girls who dress,talk, and act nearly identical. This observation was not made in a prison but in a third period grade eleven law class.
It's quite a easy mistake to get the two mixed up really, you have no choice about being put in. Once you're in you have to serve your sentence before being let out and your choices are very limited.
Call me pessimistic but jail serves you three square meals a day, high school you buy over priced reheated food. Jail lets you have contact with friends and family, high school you get your phone taken away for even having it out. Jail give you a option of free post grad education, high school prepares you for student loans and thousands of dollars in tuition.

At least in prison you have something in common with your peers, in high school they throw you all together like a salad bowl and expect you to all get along. They act surprised when we rebel, seriously?

To get technical with it...

Hormonal, self absorbed, horny teenagers + more hormonal,self absorbed, horny teenagers =
DISASTER

In prison they split you based on sex, in high school they put you all together and force you into heath class to “avoid” pregnancy's. The heath class videos are never up to date and at least twenty years old. They reinforce the techniques of abstinence or you will catch STD's and your junk will fall off, only after having a baby that you'll have to drop out of school to take care of.

Don't get me wrong, jail isn't totally different. In both there are guards except in high school we call them teachers. Both have rules, strict schedules and cameras watching our nearly every move. One wrong comment, movement or action and its punishment time for you.

Our punishment strategies in high school mainly consist of detention,suspension and expulsion.
Detention: If the student hates school enough to misbehave shove them in a room of solitude. You're only giving them time to brew up another idea to get themselves into trouble again.
Suspension: I mean if the pupil is aware that school is BS, take him out of it. Staying at home and watching TV and having no homework. That will show them!

Expulsion: Early release, enough said.

No matter how you word it or who you ask, it's hard to deny that most people trudge through high school. You can't avoid it and you aren't going to like it. Just let it be known, if high school is the best years of your life, the rest of your life is going to suck. Just serve your sentence and enjoy the rest of your life, a “free” being.