I got a sewing machine for Christmas and with that a resolution for myself: that I would sew something new each month to make sure I used it and got better at sewing.
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I come from a family of walkers. My dad used to be a runner and ran a few marathons before his heart condition, and my mom just liked walking. They taught my sister and I to enjoy it from a young age too, I remember being very young and going to Niagara Falls for a …
About two years ago I bought myself a tarot deck. I had thought about buying one for a long time, mostly when I was in high school and my beginning obsession with witches was beginning, but good old Catholic guilt got in the way of that. It wasn’t really until a few years ago when …
I’m not very good at remembering certain things I’ve done; or rather I’m not great at remembering achievements. It’s not that I have a bad memory; it’s actually pretty good (unless it’s remembering people, then its bad). It’s just that I Maybe I just have too high standards for myself, whatever the reason I wanted …
In 2017 I had a lot of weird interactions with guys. I know that was a year ago, nearly two now since it’s literally the day before 2019, but they’re memorable nonetheless, and unfortunately relevant in what seems to be an unpredictable never-ending pattern of my life.
I was drunk for the first time heading to a club with my sister and our friend. We booked a cab and headed downtown, my friend talking with the cab driver in the front while my sister sat with me in the back.
You read that title right, I’M GOING TO BE IN THE HAMILTEN FESTIVAL AGAIN! You may remember last year that I got accepted into the festival for the first time and about what a great experience and how much fun I had with it. But it’s been about a year since I was first accepted …
I think it was early September when I was hanging out with one of my best friends and she asked if my sister and I wanted to go on a trip to Florida with her in December. Obviously, we said yes.
Another NaNoWriMo has come and gone and somehow I did it. I wrote 51,311 words in a month, and while that’s an accomplishment I’m having trouble feeling proud of it.
Today is the day I finally start listening to Christmas music. I usually wait until a month before Christmas because I don’t want to get tired of it before the season officially begins. My sister has already started (after Remembrance Day) and I get poked fun at a lot for it, as twins often do. …
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