Andy. Vancouver. Still a Kid.

My blog consists of word posts, scattered thoughts, with a mixture of my uneasy feelings.

Pretty much its a metaphorical cornucopia of everything that makes up who I am. So feel free to browse around and expect simplicity at its finest & vibe with me.

It’s just so weird to admit this feeling.

I’m just completely scared.

[ Chandelier [Piano Version] ]

[ Drunk Texting ]

I seriously need to get my shit together.

This is an all time low for me.

Live and Learn

  • Be more vague about your 5-10 year plans in interviews. They don’t expect you to know at this point and a lot could happen between now and then. They could get the wrong idea about your long term interests.
  • Don’t expect an emotionally unstable and immature social climber to ever honor his or her part of a deal. In the end, at least it was for charity. 
  • A lot of people say they’ve changed, but it doesn’t mean they’ve grown up.
  • Some friendships just need to end. 

I want to post something, but got nothing to write about.

Hey, what’s up?

I’ve always told myself to carpe diem, but perhaps this particular day just wasn’t for me to seize. 

Sometimes its just not the right time.

We fall in love with one version of someone, and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do…I suppose we’re supposed to learn to really embrace the unknown, to embrace evolution, to really flow with it like a living organism.

So today my parents finally understood the concept of college GPA and how they work.

Well fuck me.

What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus