My Boring Day in Town

Shuckers.

Well, in the famous words of Rachel Kelly: Today, was a day.


Man, that was stupid. (Sorry Rach :D) Anyway... today I set off for my friends house (yeah, there's actually civilization in this town besides for the migrating geese!). I actually had the most fun I've ever had in months.


Well, there's actually really nothing to do in this town, at all. Honestly. I tried taking Mich out into town to "have fun" and the most you CAN do it is go on the swings. So, it was today we decided to improvise. :D We would go out to the Kiddy Park! Oh, yay! Besides for swings, we got the teeter totter too! OMG!!! OoOoOoO


Yeah, basically we just broke out into song on the way there (causing many old people to give us weird stares, and the perverted drivers to honk), skipping our merry little way to the schoolground, where I spent two of my grades, with actual people. I actually never really realized how much I've missed over the years, although I am grateful for the friends I have had, it just isn't the same as an everyday relationship, you know?

Anyhooo. Our first stop, the teeter totter. KinKy! We went on that for a grand total of ... 5 minutes. Talk about ORGASM! Such a ride. Well, since there was nothing better to do, we cracked random perverted jokes about/with the childrens' slides/play stuff.


I felt 9 again. Oh, yay. Finally we got bored so we thought maybe we should go to the beach. I went back to my old summer camp (so many memories man, one of the best summers of my life, ehe). So we did, and soon discovered there was nothing to do there either...


BIG shocker! Nah...anyway, so "Auntie Michelle" decided that the house needed cleaning, so her her friend and I (more like just me, aha) started cleaning up the house, while her random techno/rap/hiphop played...gosh dancing nowadays is disturbing. Or maybe its just her, haha (just kidding, incase you either read this, you lovable woman you). Yeah, I have no idea why I'm blogging about this either.


I just had fun, doing the most stupid, boring, hilarious shit I've possibly done in the past 4 months. Gawd. Anyway, here's a picture, I'm pooped. Kisses!























Newsflash for the day: The Canadian dollar finally surpasses the American!

I want to love you tender

Man this is the best video ever.

Scars

I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home

Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water

So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?

Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand

Go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...

A True Fisher

California Vs. Lac Nominingue

I have developed an unhealthy obsession for Maroon 5 as of late. That can't be good for me...considering the last song of his I listened to went like this:

Wake up call, caught you in the morning, with another one in my bed, don't you care about me anymore, don't you care about me? I don't think so. 6 foot tall, came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead.

Ah, the joys of system music. This obsession will probably die soon, as well as my new for...

...

...

Inuyasha! Isn't he adorable? You just wanna pinch 'em...

Yes, you heard right. Inuyasha. I never thought in a million years you'd see me sitting down watching the show, and actually enjoying it. But somehow, that white-haired scruffy-eared baffoon caught my attention. It amuses me, one of the very few things that does these days anyhow.

Ah, I'm doing it again, writing about my obsessions. The topic of this post is actually to supposed to be my move to the "Great Whore". Yup, you heard me right there too. I am moving to the "good ol' USA", "Babylon"...America. God, save me. Thankfully this move is in about 5 months, so I have a little time to prepare myself for cultural shock. And the fact that I'm moving to California is even better.

If I were to, pere say, move to Texas, I think I would probably die...mayhaps being crushed by an obese woman, who knows?

Anyways, let's expound on the word California...according to my facts, the men over there are incredibly fit (hot), beaches are right around the corner (surfing, yesss!), mikey montgomery lives there (yes girls, I'll be living 4 hours away from the man...ooo), the weather is 99.9% of the time nice (no snow!!!), the scenery is nothing short of spectatular, and...there are REAL people! yes, I saved the best news for last. There are actual people living in California. With real theaters and restaurants only 10 minutes away.

For anyone that has lived in Lac Nominingue, you will understand what I mean. My town. Let us compare it to California. There is no ocean. The men here are few and rare, the last one I saw was a toothless old man that tried to make a move on me. There is no one to oogle over within a 8 hour radius. The weather is either too hot or too cold (it sucks). The scenery is beautiful...but not quite palm trees. The last inhabitants of this town my age were the crows. We do not have a theater. We don't even have a freaking Mcdonalds. Everyone knows my name, it's that small.

California VS. Lac Nominingue.

California wins hands down. So, as you can see, I am incredibly doubtful and happy about this move. (Don't try to make sense of anything I say.)

Tra la la la la, la la la...

Sexy man of the day: Channing Tatum

Signing off,

- Little Miss Fisher

Introduction

Hi.

This is my...3rd attempt at a blog? 4th...maybe? I don't really remember. Whatever the case, I'm willing to give this another try. Introductions, oh, I'm no good at those. The best way I had to introduce myself 3 years ago was asking someone for a game of thumb wars.

Ok, I'll try. Well, most of you that are reading this probably already know who I am anyways... Alright, I guess I'll start out with saying why I want to have a blog. Most of you, know of me, or have talked with me before, but don't really know me. I guess this is sort of a way of expressing myself, so you can get to know me in a way that...most haven't really had the chance to.

Plus I hate writing e-mails. It feels awkward as hell, and I never know what to say. So writing to the computer seems simpler. Anyhow.

I'm Nathalie Anne Fisher. From my name, you can probably tell already, that I'm french canadian. A fact that I am much proud of...which perhaps isn't a good thing. I live in Quebec, in what most people would call 'The Middle of Nowhere' but as it has been dubbed by most, 'The North Pole'. The joke gets old after awhile. I actually immensely enjoy it here, why, is beyond most people, and myself in fact, but I just do. Call me insane, or whatever you wish, this is my life.

I'm 15 years old, I've lived here for the past 7 years, most of which I have spent either on this computer, or trying to deal with the 'teenaged world' that I seem to despise at the moment. I am an enigma in itself, so I will not even bother explaining to you my personality traits, because I confuse myself. There's one thing I can say for sure though, I'm stubborn as hell, and trust people far too easily.

I live all by myself, in a little wooden house, with no one but my parents, and my faithful cat, Yuna. Yes, Yuna, the video game character. But nevermind that, let's not go to my obsessions. You'll find yourself ever irritated if I even begin.

Oh, and one more thing. I'm completely and utterly overly-dramatic, despite what I may say. So, just a warning, if I just so happen to start spouting random love songs, and depressing/emo prose I write.

See ya

Signing off,

-Little Miss Fisher

Ramble for the day: Believe a lie long enough, and it becomes your truth.