Little Miss Fisher

Some pics (I'll post more soon)

2008-11-23T12:39:00.000-08:00

Adventures!

2008-08-10T09:52:00.001-07:00

Well I've been home all month while the rest of my home is in PhilaDelPhIa. It's actually been pretty fun, been going witnessing with this guy named Steven everyday that I live with. The days are long, and I am just shocked at the rudeness of Americans. The other day I go up to this guy with a poster and I tell him, "Hi, how are you? This is a poster for you about Jesus coming again" And he says,

"I happen to know what politeness is, so I'll be as polite as possible. Take that poster and shove it straight up your @$$!" And he drove off.

Jesus help me. Haha. It's generally known that Black ladies are much nicer then white people. I've become racist towards my own color, hahahahaha. Not to say that they're ALL mean. Another example is I met this guy yesterday and he's like, "Y'know, there are a lot of Muslims here do you talk to them too?"

And I said, "Yeah, we do."

And he answers me, "Yeah, you could convert 'em, or maybe we should just have another Crusade, wipe the filth off this earth." And then he left.

YUCK! I can't believe people can be so disgusting like that. Muslims are not animals, they're people just like you and me, and I certainly believe that they are our brothers. Muslim people are very kind and caring and have generally helped us much more then even some Christians have.

Speaking of witnessing...I met this FUNNIEST Jehovah's witness man yesterday. He was saying how proud he was that his family read the Bible and that it was very good for their Family, etc etc. And there in the background you see his kids throwing around the Bible and it drops under the sit and the little girl picks it up and she's like..."Daddy! Look what they did to the Bible!" Ahahahahaha...it was just really funny cus while he was saying that they were doing that in the background. Ahaha.

On a side note, I'm also following up on a South African man, the only sheep I have so far in the Offensive. Pray that he gets time to meet! Hehe. Anyway...lots of love everyone! Write me if you ever find the time in your busy schedules, hehe.

XXX - Little Miss Fisher

Hi!

2008-07-09T20:04:00.001-07:00

Okay maybe my last post was a little over-dramatized. Anyway, everything is actually going well with me. Right now I'm in the middle of a road trip in Minnesota. Gonna come back next Saturday, pray the trip goes well. Been witnessing a lot, learning lots of new exciting things during the Offensive. I'm officially FD now, finished my six months, that was pretty exciting. It's a really good friend of mine's birthday today, say congrats to him! Here's a pic of me and Aurora:

Love you all!! XXX - Nathalie

2008-07-02T11:19:00.000-07:00

Yeah so my 16th birthday is coming up and I don't feel any different from when I first started my six months. Sometimes I think that life is way too crazy for me. Especially when you want something so bad it hurts. I LOVE YOU. I love you so much that it's driving me insane. I wish I was a better person for you, I wish I had all the talents and the drive and initiative that you have but I just don't. I feel like the luckiest person alive when I look at you, but these things just never last. I wonder if there is human love that lasts... I wish I had more control of my emotions. Sometimes I just look at you and think about how good you are, and it just amazes me how you can be so committed and not deter, not even for a moment. You'd do anything for Jesus, you'd help anyone, and that's a quality that a lot of people don't have. I wish I was like you were, I really wish I could be good enough for you, but I'm not. Gack, these feelings are just way too weird to express. I want to hang on to this, but everything in me is telling me to just, let, it, go. I just don't know what to do with myself, I don't want to. I love you way too much for that baby. But it just doesn't seem to be working. I guess if circumstances were different maybe you'd feel the same, but that's life. I know what you're thinking, but I mean every word of this. And I think I'll just have to learn to say goodbye. It's been great, so great to have been with you. My memories with you are the best I've ever had in my life. We've been through so much together, and I want to thank you for it all, you've taught me so much, and I don't know where I'd be without you. I love you honey.

Hello!

2008-06-19T11:52:00.000-07:00

Here's me and my little munchkin, one of the three...

Here's me just chilling with a couple of friends

Yeah...will post more pics some other time. I'm going on a road trip to Minnesota tonight, yay! Pray all goes well, love you all, xxx - Naffalie

Pee-ka-boo!

2008-03-28T20:06:00.000-07:00

Woah, it's been such a long time, gak!

Really sorry for all of you who actually read my blog, things have been pretty busy, got a new boyfriend, got pregnant, had two kids, stuff like that...

So yeah, things have been REALLYYYYY busy ;) If you catch my drift.

Snigger.

I will write more after the third one is born.

Ta ta for now!

xxxx

BUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you Teeny!

2008-01-23T11:17:00.000-08:00

Reminsince

2008-01-18T09:43:00.000-08:00

Been going through a lot lately. I guess it all comes down to it, like I've always said, at the end of the day you think about everything you've done and it just seems worth whatever pain you've gone through, cause you're actually doing something worthwhile, making others happy, and that in essence of itself makes you feel better.

I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt that if you give your life to the Lord that He'll bless you more then you could ever imagine, and give you all your needs and more. Not to say that no one could be happy elsewhere, but I think that if it's really the Lord's will for your life to surrender it to Him then you'll be so much happier, so much more fulfilled.

Sometimes I meet people out witnessing and I just feel so sad because a lot of them (again, I'm not saying all of them) aren't really doing anything with their lives, just rotting away in their miserable existence, slaving away day after day, trying to pay the bills.

And what else is there to do in the world except for just that? They don't know much else, except for what the church has shown them, which no one wants a part of anyway because it's so dead.

I felt like that for awhile, it's so dead, so empty. You tell yourself that things'll get better once you get this, or get that, or if you just try to forget about it, but it's this aching emptiness inside that drives you insane, and when there's nothing around to distract you, it just all comes out.

It's this undescribable feeling of being alone, without Jesus it's pretty sad, so miserable. You tell yourself you can live your life alone, you don't need anyone to help you or make you happy and close yourself into this corner, secretly wishing someone would come, someone would understand, someone could make things better. But you know what?

Living for yourself sucks. You can tell yourself all you want that you're so "happy", that you honestly don't care at all, but why lie to yourself? It does matter. I know what I've seen in others, and what I've personally experienced, that if you let Jesus change your life, even though it's a lot of self-sacrifice you'll definitely be happier.

Even though it's a bit tough right now, I don't think I've smiled this much in years, in fact, I haven't smiled this much in my whole life. Not to say that my whole life was miserable, I really loved my parents (I love you Daddy!) and growing up with my brothers and sisters, but I just feel so much happier now that I've yielded to Jesus, and there's NOTHING in this world that's going to take that away from me.

To You

2008-01-13T16:14:00.000-08:00

Mikey, it's been swell knowing you the past couple of years. You've been really great friend to me, always listening to me and encouraging me, through the bad and through the good.

You've always been a comforting shoulder to me through my difficult times, and I just want to say thank you so much for that, I don't know how I could've made it through without you.

I'll always remember our late night phone conversations, your squeaky little sounds and your unique sense of humour that no matter what mood I'm in always seems to make me laugh. The times we met (even though short), all the fun we had and even when I was sad I always had good times with you.

I just love you so much, and sorry this is late (even though I've already told you this, I just want everybody to know how special you are to me!)

Happy Birthday, have a great 16th year and I hope it's filled with lots of sexi ladies for Jesus and fun!

Bye!

Merrry Christmas

2007-12-26T08:24:00.000-08:00

Joyeux Noel!

Pretty Lady

2007-12-16T11:38:00.000-08:00

Oh Rosita, I just love you so much, you're so happy and swell to be around, I thought it was so sweet that you made me a blog post, that I just had to make you one! You're always such a hard worker, really happy and you make me laugh, I really like how you cook, it tastes really yummy and you're so pretty, I just tell myself sometimes "Man, I just want to look like Rosita someday" Thanks for always being a good friend to me, I love you so much! I'll miss you when you go to China. (Bwah, bwah)

Humbling Times

2007-12-16T11:15:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I had my first try at provisioning. A few days ago it had been someone's birthday, and he really likes plants, so Aurora jokingly suggested to me "Why not provision him one?"

I figured, "Why not" what the heck.

So I went into this little shop, with all sorts of things, little hermit craps, bamboo shoots, oils, rings, necklaces. At first, the guy was too busy to talk to me, so he told me to talk to one of his workers. I explained to him about The Family, what we do, and asked if he'd like to donate a plant for a "missionary's birthday". He seemed to get a real kick out of it, and went over to talk to the guy in the front, and they both seemed to think it was just so funny.

Then the worker came back and was like "Well, what kind of plant would you like?" So I called Aurora over, since I wasn't really sure what kind of plant Steven would like. So she just told him anything worked, and then he went back over to the guy in the front, and they both just started laughing. Finally, the guy from the front came to talk with us and he was like...

"So let me get this straight: You're in here, begging me for a couple of bamboo shoots, for some missionary's birthday? Where do you get your clothes from, or those pretty earrings you're wearing?"

Aurora really sheepishly grinned and she answered, "We get them donated, because our work is completely voluntary, people give them to us"

And he just shook his head laughing and said, "Whatever, I'll tell you what: I'll give you the bamboo shoots, but I'm not giving you the vase or the rocks"

We gave him and an Activated mag, told him GBY and left.

So funny. Humbling times, humbling times.

The rest of the day went alright, I talked to a lot of people, and even showed them bible verses! It was inspiring for me because I haven't really known the Bible all that well for awhile, until my little darling Steven started singing me verses and I feel so much more confident to go up to people and talk to them.

Although, to witness you don't really need to know a lot of Bible verses, it's pretty simple.

Other then that, not much has been going on today, there was a huuuge blizzard yesterday night or this morning, we're all packed in the snow. Brr! We're also having a sheep visiting right now, he's Venezulan, he's thinking of joining The Family, so that's pretty swell.

Anyhow! Before I close this post, here's some pictures from a dress-up party we had the other night.

This is me trying to look pretty

Here's an adorable child.

This is Steven's attempt at a picture

This is a really weird picture of Daniel and Esperanza

And here's Aurora!

Wooo! Bye, lots of love!

-- Little Miss Fisher

Happy People

2007-12-02T00:30:00.000-08:00

So it's about 4 o'clock in the morning and my eyes feel like they're going to fall off, but for some reason, I don't want to sleep. In my inspiration I have decided to post pictures for you, because my imagination is a bit in lacking.

This is me and my really sexi wife

Mon ami francais, Davide

Us being special

Me and Faithy looking really beautiful

Me pimpin' with my two hoes

Showing God's love to the needy

Steven trying to look cute

And I'll leave you with this one, to give you lots of happy dreams (or nightmires) Byee!! We really love you!

yay

2007-11-12T09:13:00.000-08:00

Dear Blogger people,

I am writing to tell you good news. Recently, something very wonderful happened to me, it was just like...an angel falling out of the sky, right into my arms. I have not felt this wonderful in a very long time, it was like being transported into a heavenly dimension of pretty cherubs and naked people.

I have met the love of my life. His name is Fabio, and he is possibly the most gorgeous specimen of the opposite sex I have ever met. Just thought you might want to know.

Bye Bye!

2007-10-29T08:55:00.000-07:00

Well chow everyone, I'm off for a month.

People like pictures

2007-10-25T12:10:00.000-07:00

I think people only read blogs if they have pictures in them, its what catches their interest. Like for example, yesterday I decided to prove it by looking through a bunch of random people's blogs to see if I would do the same, and the only blogs I ended up looking at were the ones with...big surprise, the PICTURES. So as much as I hate pictures and taking them for no reason at that, here are some I managed to cough up for you.

Heres some pretty Quebec scenery that my mom took.

Heres my backyard. Can't tell the difference? Neither can I...

This is my little wooden shack, just ignore the bum and Amy in front of it.

This is my friend Michelle

This is me smiling because I have such beautiful hair.

This is me on normal days.

This is me trying to look pretty.

Just kidding.

I'm a tree hugger!

Uhhh what am I doing with this picture?

Marianne you disturb me.

One last picture

And thats all Im giving ya, thats how I look now, so deal with it.

Tata for now

- Little Miss Fisher

My beautiful niece

2007-10-25T08:23:00.000-07:00

I Love Wednesdays

2007-10-24T09:53:00.000-07:00

Really, I do.

It's always been a great day for me, no clue why. Like for example, today I actually slept for ELEVEN hours (as compared to a half an hour), when the past two days I was called an insomniac.

Really no clue why I didn't, and I know I've said this before...

But I felt like a pregnant woman on crack. You know bi-polar people? Well in this case it was an understatement, its like being on a big roller coaster ride where the slightest turn makes you go crazeeee....

Heh, let's just say I dont really run well without sleep. Sleep is probably the best friend I have...hahahaha. So thats my excuse for the last post, or we could just call it a 'crackdown' (like I dubbed it)...

Anyways, moving on from my sleeping disorder, I have wonderful news and I just wanted to congralulate my beautiful sister Abi on their new...*drum roll*

Baby! Oh, I love babies, most especially when they're related to me, I can't wait to see her and oogle her and change her diapers and...err, getting a bit ahead of myself, but I'm really really happy even though I haven't even seen a picture of her yet.

My niece Jenness was born on the 21st of October (a true libra, I love libras) at 10 oclock in the morning in CalIfornia (best place in the world). Anyhow...

Congrats you guys, I'll be wishing you the best and more, will pray for the stuff down in San Diego so you guys can get settled in. :) (Smile)

- Little Miss Fisher

ClassiC

2007-10-18T10:40:00.000-07:00

Here are a few classic FFX pictures

And one for your viewing pleasure :-" (As if anyone thats female likes FFX and reads my blog)

- Little Miss Fisher

Normal?!

2007-10-16T13:49:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you just want to crawl up into a little ball and wish you were normal, like every other teenaged girl. The one that has friends, boyfriends, and isn't over-weight, just a happy normal weight like 110. The one that doesn't live in the middle of nowhere in this little hole...siigh.

Not the one that is short, fat, has zero friends, and no boyfriends (because of reason no1), and doesn't weigh something ridiculous like 200 pounds (No I don't just incase your wondering I'm not THAT fat), and lives around a happy, small population, at least.

You try really hard to make it work, but it never does, so you end up frustrating yourself even more, so much that you feel like killing yourself. So you choose the easier way out, by disctracting yourself with other stupid stuff, where you see other people who are like said normal person above, which of course results in a vicious cycle of making you even more depressed, but it's like a little temporary high from the reality which is you are pathetic.

Like this retarded dream I had last night, that I went back to wordstock and this guy I liked saw me, didn't hang out with me cause I was fat and ended up making out with this other chick in front of me on LJ night. Funny thing is I can actually see that happening.

Oh God, I want to die.

I'm hoping maybe this is only a temporary stage, and maybe I'll get out of it, and become normal again, but at this rate it's almost depressing. All my friends have told me at least 3 times that I'm not "fat" (which is what people only say to fat people), and then there's of course the killer, which you know means you're fat "You need to work out". Aaargh, why am I cursed with this horrible metabolism? Why are people so horribly conceited? WHY CAN'T I BE A NORMAL 15 YEAR OLD GIRL GDMNIT?

No matter how hard I try, it just seems like I'll never be like any other girl, there will always be those guys that never like me even when I'm a normal weight, those people who don't think I'm skinny enough just because my ass isn't toned enough, and just...arghhh!!! @#$%#%@$%#@$@#$@#$@#$#!!!!

Oooooookay, I warned you about this weirdness in my first post. I actually better stop before I get really into this...

-Little Miss Fisher

2007-10-05T11:05:00.000-07:00

Bunny bigwords time! YAY!

HI kids!

Let's go down to the candyshop!

What does nympho mean?

Really, how can you go 15 years without learning what that means. Sheesh, population these days...don't even teach their children the facts of life. But I have a feeling this word is going to be very special to me...I'm going to be using it a lot, at least for a month.

It might be bigger then the 'random' craze that seems to have hit Canada. Speaking of random...

Life isn't fair sometimes. Like, say, yesterday for example. I finally get the e-mail of said really hot guy who I've been lusting after for weeks from said slutty bitch. So said really hot guy finally gets online, and take a guess at which one his online status was...

A) Fuck me bitch! Nathalie you are so damn hot!

B) I love you, forever and ever

Which is sweet and all, but this could only have one meaning: He has a girlfriend. Either that or his bunny just died and he's deep in mourning, but I highly doubt that for some odd reason... The irony of said situation was that as I was signing in that stupid James Blunt song "You're Beautiful" starts playing on my media player, and when I see his status it hits that part where he says "I'll never be with you". Yeah, possibly one of the top ten most depressing moments of my life.

All the good ones are always taken *Sigh* I actually ended up talking to him though, which was probably more depressing. He's a really sweet, nice guy, who can express his feelings without sounding gay or stupid, and did I forget to mention he's really REALLY ridiculously hot? Blonde hair, blue eyes, fit as hell...siiigh. Oh yeah, and he's 15.

Well you know what they say...actually, what do they say again? Something about staying friendly, and waiting around. Sad thing is, I tend to be the best friend figure in waaay too many relationships with guys. Which to me means, and possibly to everyone other female:

I like you, but you're not hot.

Thus the label of best friend. Goooosh life isn't fair sometimes. But I guess there's a bright side in this...I actually talk to the guy now, and don't just stare at him shamelessly from a distance like some weird creepy stalker. We might actually hold a conversation next time I see him...blah, IF I see him.

Yeah, okay, enough of that randomness, just had to vent that out somewhere. Just, GAWD, he's good-looking. Ok, ok, shutting up. The topic for this blog post was actually supposed to be the meaning of nympho, but I figured that wouldn't fill up enough, so I was just going to tell you the quality of english books in Quebec libraries.

"Oooooh, ride me! Faster! Harder! Ooohmph! DO ME NOW!" Yeahhh...I go to the library to find a globe, right? I end up getting a couple of English books, so I'm like "Cool" we actually have good stuff here now.

I end up reading half-way through one of them, which the plotline was about someone named Wilcox (how ironic), who from his description sounded like an ugly hairy frenchman but to the girl was incredibly hot, who was some type of volconologist...which was kinda gross for me because whenever I think of a volconologist I think of my deceased Grandpa....uh, yeah, so him and this other girl who's a hula dancer, or something gay like that, and most of it just basically describing their really bad/corny/intense sex scenes...

Eesh, french people these days. Don't ask me why I actually read this...it was quite disturbing. Speaking of books, check out my fanfiction! Whoopedey doo. This is pretty much my ramble for the day...so toodles!

-Little Miss Fisher

Obsession of the week: Clois

I'm Sorry

2007-10-02T12:25:00.000-07:00

As life goes on, I'm starting to learn more and more about responsbility. And I realize that everything I do is effecting the people around me. So I wanted to take this time to apologize for things I've done, and things that haven't occured yet. Most of these are individual apologies, each directed towards one person at a time.

I'm sorry for everything I put you through, and that I didn't stick around.

I'm sorry that our friendship ended the way it did, on my expense. I should've never used you the way I did, and let you walk away. I miss you.

I'm sorry that I never got to tell you how much I loved you, and for everything, really. Wish I would've slowed things down a little and just stayed your friend.

I'm sorry that I won't get to see you grow up, and that I didn't give you the love you deserved when I was with you.

I'm sorry that I wasn't always honest with you, even though I wanted to with every fiber of my being.

I'm sorry for things all the things that I never got to say to you, and the things that I won't ever get to.

I'm sorry that I won't ever get to know you like I wanted to, I hope someday we'll meet again.

I'm sorry that I grew up without you, and for all the times I disrespect you. I admire you both probably more then most people in this world, thanks for everything you've taught me, even though I don't treat you right at all.

I'm sorry that even though we're related, I don't know you at all, and have never tried to.

I'm sorry for never listening to what you had to say, and for making fun of you, and getting angry with you. You were just trying to help, and I should've thanked you for that, even though you're "overly-preachy" sometimes.

I'm sorry that when our relationship ended, we stopped talking. You're probably the smartest, most polite, sweet boy that I've ever known. Time does things, and whenever I look back on our friendship, I smile. I'm just sad that we don't talk anymore.

I'm sorry that we don't talk as much as we used to, and that I've neglected you sometimes, even though you've been such a good friend to me. I love you.

I'm sorry that I always dumped things on you, and that I never really talked to you about the things that you liked, or the things that you felt.

I'm sorry that I treated you like dirt, even though I was going through something, you're one of my best friends, and you didn't deserve any of it. I'll try to be a better person, and I hope we can forget the past and move on.

I'm sorry that I never listened to you when you were going through what I am right now, and that I told you that you were pathetic. I should've been a better friend, like you've always been to me.

I'm sorry that I missed our chance at WordStock, if I could go back, I would kiss the living daylights out of you until you couldn't breathe anymore. You're the hottest, coolest, sweetest guy I know, and I shouldn't have avoided you like the plague.

I'm sorry that I've been a bad friend to you, even though you love me so much. I'm sorry for playing with your feelings, and telling you that I liked you, when I didn't. I'm sorry for leading you on, and giving you so much hope. I'm sorry for making fun of you, and using your feelings against you, it was wrong, and I hope you can forgive me, and that our friendship will eventually go back to normal.

I'm sorry for ruining yours and Mikeys relationship.

I'm sorry for being jealous of you, when I told you it was okay and then talked behind your back after.

And last, not but not least...

I'm sorry I said I hated You. I'm sorry I pushed You away, even though You've always loved me unconditionally and made everything that happened for a reason. I'm sorry I doubted You, I've been so wrong. I love You so much, and I hope that I can forgive myself. I never want to leave You again, and I hope You'll make me a better person for others, not me.

And for all those I've held a grudge against, I forgive you, and I love you.

-- Little Miss Fisher

My Boring Day in Town

2007-09-29T19:18:00.000-07:00

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

2007-09-25T14:10:00.001-07:00

Man this is the best video ever.

Scars

2007-09-22T12:54:00.000-07:00

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

2007-09-18T10:49:00.000-07:00

California Vs. Lac Nominingue

2007-09-13T19:16:00.000-07:00

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...

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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

2007-09-10T20:12:00.000-07:00

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.