January 2011
2 posts
Flambeau
Oh, oh, oh you guyyys. Last night I was flicking through some Emily Dickinson poetry - she’s my absolute favourite by the way, she’s one hardcore chica - and I found this one poem that just hit me like a ton of bricks. I stayed up ‘til 2am committing it to memory. You should be jealous because I now have a sunset on my tongue. At least, that’s how it feels. That’s...
Adieu 2010, Salut 2011
I actually got to see the New Year in this time. Last year, my poor friends had to deal with me while I succumbed to a 24-hour bug. My parents had to come all the way to pick me up in Matakana, while the girls went on to enjoy Highlife (those that didn’t spent the night in the St. John’s tent that is…). I had my last vom at around 11:30pm, on New Years Eve, before falling asleep...
