Television shows. I am definitely a fan girl and have many fandoms. I am not afraid to say it. I have an obsession.
Right now is the worst part- hiatus.
I am going through withdrawal symptoms. I am frantically rewatching old episodes trying to keep my mind off of the fact that my favorite show Heartland has a 6 month break (4 months to go-128 days). They have started filming and are giving cryptic statements about the new season (season 9).
I am trying not to fantasize too much of what the season will bring for I don’t want to be let down. But as a fangirl, I can’t help it. I can’t help but think of what being on set is like. What the scripts are. The atmosphere. Continue reading The Love of My Life→
My childhood was an adventure. There isn’t really any other word to describe it. It involved broken bones, bruises, and spills; but it also involved a lot of hugs, kisses, and family-time. I know that there are a lot of people who say that their childhood was crazy, and I’m not trying to claim that mine was crazier, but it was crazy in a different way.
I wake up every morning and am a zombie until I go down stairs and get my coffee. I am still a zombie afterwards but I am less of one.
I used to hate coffee so much. The smell, the taste. Someone once spilled it on my binder and I had to spray it with perfume to mask the scent. I also couldn’t walk into Starbucks with out getting grossed out. I had tried coffee black and with sugar and couldn’t picture myself swallowing this everyday. Continue reading The Journey to Coffee→