Ah le sigh, I just got back from the Hospital. I was having very sharp and quite painful chest pains and of course with my history and being a total hypochondriac… I completely freaked out. My freak outs, come on very suddenly and quickly. As soon as I start panicking, my heart starts beating extremely rapidly, to the point that it concerns the doctors, I start sweating everywhere and my temperature goes up. Anyway, I was there for about five hours, and I’m going to stop typing about it now… because even thinking about the whole thing is probably going to set me off again. I was told, that I’m ok, apparently I should bring up my heart rate and pain to my endocrinologist next week. Sigh, being afraid of your mortality so often is so annoying. My boyfriend and I were going to do so much today, instead, we spent five hours in the emergency department. Ok, I’ll move on to the original draft now…
I was at home two days ago, after I’d come back from the city, thinking about who could take my outfit photo. Usually my boyfriend takes the photos for me, sometimes (rarely… if I beg her) my sister does. At that point, my boyfriend and sister were at work and there was no way I was going to ask my dad or brother, they would probably laugh at me. Plus, I don’t think they’re that great with my camera.
I decided that this blog was good enough excuse for me to finally (I’ve had my camera for a little over three years now) learn how to use the self-timer function. I’m not that comfortable in front of the camera, in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t have that natural ability (or desire) to pose, like a lot of girls. I’m glad I have this blog though, I’m glad I have a reason to force myself to take or have photos taken of myself. As awkward as I may find it sometimes.
When I was a baby and throughout my childhood my parents took soo many photographs of myself and my siblings. Hundreds and hundreds of photographs and hours upon hours of video footage. I’m so grateful that they did, because, I don’t know about you, but I love watching my four year old self on video and looking at photographs when I was a child. I find it fascinating, because, you’re watching another person… but you know, that small person, is technically you. I was a completely different person 15 years ago and I enjoy watching how I’ve transformed and looking at the person I used to be.
I’m sure I’ll be a completely different person again in twenty years and I want to have evidence of who I am now. I want to be able to look back and see how I have transformed. I’m not sure why, but I find it very intriguing.




I don’t really like the way I styled this outfit, but I decided to post it anyway. I do think it has potential so I’m going to wear it again, maybe in a few weeks, and try to make it look better. Nothing wrong with some trial and error. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has these questionable outfit days.





These are the little prizes I won from playing arcade games earlier on in the week.

Seeing as I was typing about this transformation of people that I find interesting. I decided to share some (actually quite a few) photos from the past. Some are really old, some… not so old.

The photo on the bottom is the day my sister was born, my brother and I were there to visit.

The photo on the left is my first day of primary school and my brother’s first day of kinder.


Taken in 2009, during the first year of Uni.




Photos from the first semester of second year at Uni, 2010. The photograph of me wearing the pink wig was taken by my friend for one of the projects we had to complete. My boyfriend thinks I look like a political dictator in this photo for some reason… what the shit? I don’t see it, I think I look like a puffy muffin.

At summer camp in upstate New York, August, 2010.

NYC!! Ah, good times.. July, 2010.


Eaton Centre, Toronto, Canada.

Trying on an awesome hat in Toronto. I didn’t buy it, I don’t think it was big enough for my huge head haha. Blowing bubble gum in Niagara Falls. Last photo is one of my first days in my dorm at SUNY, Buffalo. September 2010.

Class days at SUNY, Buffalo… probably October, 2010.

Halloween, 2010.

My last day at SUNY, Buffalo, December 2010.

Photos from last year (2011)
Ah, I miss my pink fringe.



























