If today was your last day...

It's a depressing thought that you will never be as young as you are right now. Your cells will never stretch as well, recover as well- you will never have less wrinkles then you do right now. You know that song,..I think it is by nickelback- if today was your last day and tomorrow was too late ...etcetera. And it goes on to talk about forgiving your enemies and giving away all your money. So I challenge you all to really take a minute to reflect on that. What WOULD you leave behind and what would you do if you were gone tomorrow. What lasting impression would I leave?

Well, I created my school mascot. The chemong Dragons are dragons because I created it....my copyrighted image is all over the school. But would anyone ever really remember that it was me that created it? If I walked through the halls today, 10 years from the time I drew it-would people point and say- there is the girl that created our dragon-esque legacy. Probably not.

I haven't written or published anything great, though I have been informally writing my autobiography since I was 12, even though the life of a preteen isn't that interesting and no one would read it. In truth, I would leave behind a couple diaries packed with ticket stubs and the half witted dreams of a girl with too much imagination....and this blog. Of course it is packed with witty banter but isn't worth much. I imagine there would be some art left behind. Sketches of the super heroes that never came to be and self portraits that couldn't be less flattering. Maybe a few nudes here and there- though there have been witnesses to my burning some of my paintings at a bonfire when we ran out of firewood and I ingeniously pulled the canvasses from my trunk for more fuel.

I guess some things only have the value that we percieve them to have- for instance a wooden frame and canvas with a nude of my boyfriend would be more valuable in the fire creating warmth then on the wall inspiring lust....not that it would....lol Sorry Stu.

This weekend I spent some time reflecting with some girlfriends about how fast life goes when you are finally ready for it to slow down. But I guess that is the way it is with life- you want the opposite of what you have- if it's straight you want curly if you are old you wish you were young, if you are fat you want to be thin, and when you are finally coming into yourself and want your twenties to stop speeding by- they seem to do just that.

I am going to think about what I want to leave behind. Perhaps a new league of women super girls, or children's picture books, a tortured 'too long' monologue about my life or a painting....beautiful paintings that are what I want to paint....unicorns and such ha ha. All for now, loyal blog readers...

I need a place to live. I need to get out of my sister's house and into a dirty little low income starter apartment to call my own. Here is an unrealisitic list of things I would like to have in this sketchy apartment:


-big bathroom with tub and counter space

-lots of natural light and big windows

-open concept setup...minimal walls

-parking

-some vegitation (trees or a walking path- anything other then the cold concrete of the city.

- a gym within walking or (small) driving distance

-no fear of getting shot

- public places with free parking

-no 3 lane roads outside my front door.


I don't think it is unreasonable to get at least some..or most of that. But housing is NOT affordable and the closer you get to the Toronto core, the less you get, but for more money. Driving makes me anxious in the city and so i would prefer to be as far from toronto downtown...or uptown- as possible....but I guess when you are moving WITH someone, you have to compromise. We will see though who gets the short end of THAT compromise.