So here I am again, emerging from my dank dark basement to escape the heat to once again become the couch potato that I am for all the shiny new shows. I love fall, summer's too hot, winter's too cold, spring last's like 2 seconds here in Canada, but fall is perfect. Except for school, bleh, can't wait for College.

So my summer sucked, i didn't do anything. I tried to get a job yet again, but nowhere's hiring except the local ice-cream shack. It's un-air-conditioned, coffin sized, and smells like corn-chips and sweat .

In even less exciting news, I started this healthy eating kick, I swear I haven't eaten sugar in 6 weeks. The good news? I lost about 15 pounds, I can run a couple km s without gasping like a lifetime smoker, and my mood is not unlike being on anti-depressants. The bad news? I have physically attacked people who eat chocolate in-front of me .

Anyway that was my summer in a nutshell, riveting huh? Imagine how exiting it is to actually live it. Can't wait for the new TVseason to start so more interesting, pretty people can live for me

TTFN

I had an art exam yesterday, meh it was pretty easy but still you know it was an exam so it's not like I'm all broken up that it's over.

I went shopping with my friend for my birthday and I didn't even buy anything, I have no idea why, I like shopping, I blow my budget every time I go shopping, who knows.

It might be because I've been weirdly depressed these last few days. Don't you hate when no matter what's going on in your life you still feel horrible? I don't know what it's about. Actually I feel all perky now, probably those 2 large lattes, that and I have this play I'm doing coming up, I'm so excited I love being a stage ham.

So I think I'll check out why everyone is so nuts over Ugly Betty tonight. Truthfully I think I'm only watching to see Rebbecca Romain portray a trans-gender woman...don't ask me why...

 So some may know this, others may not but my biological father gave me up when I was a baby.

I've never really thought of him before, to me he was always this myth, like Santa. But the other day I found this old picture, I recognized a really young looking mom and a man. I flip it over and it says: To Louisa (my mom)
Found this picture a few days ago, thought you'd like it, happy birthday, I love you.

So understandably I was freaked out, so I keep looking through this old box where I found it and there was another one, this time it was him holding a baby...as you can probably guess it was me.

I look so much like him, I have his hair, his chin and his eyes, it's just so...surreal.

I haven't told my mom yet because well she doesn't like to talk about him, she told me about him when I was younger, and that I wasn't allowed to try and find him. At the time I didn't give it much thought, but now I don't know.

It's weird to know that you will never get to see your real father, and now all I can think about is him, I remember asking my mom at the time if he loved me, she told me of course he did but I don't know...

I have a new dad now but all my life I've never thought of him as my dad, I wonder if I ever will.

Sorry if I've creeped you out I just felt like I had to write that down.