Poetry?

I think I'm beginning to understand poetry. MADNESS. Even being a somewhat artsy person, I've just never quite got poetry. IB English is forcing me into it.

Or maybe I'm finally losing my marbles. Well, it was inevitable.
Love,
-J-

Markets and ukuleles: A few of my favourite things.

What better thing is there to do on a Saturday morning in November than going on a quest with your parents, grandparents, brother and hipster friend (Moriah) to the Fredericton farmer's market? 

Answer: nothing. 

Moriah and I's agenda included finding a bunch of little birthday presents for a friend (especially fun at a farmer's market), lusting after people's lovely shoes (awkwardly nudging each other whenever we saw nice ones) and finding large quantities of good food within our budgets. We got orange juice, candy cane fudge, noodles, fried wontons and mini donuts, all of which was practically heavenly.

Farmer's markets are such fulfilling places.

Other events of my week include auditioning for the chorus for Miss Saigon on Wednesday. It wasn't too terrifying. I'm looking forward to musical.

I also had my first time singing with the choir for an event at the Remembrance day ceremony on Thursday. Despite the tucked in choir shirts and unintentionally drawing blood with a poppy, I think I liked it.

I have discovered my love of ukuleles. So easy to carry around to serenade people. Simple chords. Unique instrument to play songs for a Christmas tea. Silver Bells, Feliz Navidad and I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas will happen. 

Love,

-J-

Happiness: sitting on a couch on a Sunday evening with a few friends, cuddling under some blankets, listening to some Christmas music while watching a video of a fire place.
Love,
-J-

Hearts. Love. Happy.

I had an awesome day today. Tidal Impact Reunion! None of the older people that I was tight with made it out, but most of the younger ones did. I forgot how much I loved them, since I haven't seen them since that week in July. Our groups still have that really comfortable atmosphere, like we're old friends.

We all had a grand time. I love being around different people for a change. We went on a photo scavenger hunt uptown, hung out in Tim Hortons, played Mafia (Moses' deadpan death stories were the best), ate meat/meat/meat/meat pizza cooked by Dan (who, being a firefighter, should probably have prevented the grease fire in the oven...) and practiced music for tomorrow's service.

I <3 those people so much.
Love,
-J-

8 Tracks playlist: Popular songs from a few years ago played on strings. Hearts love.