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Bonjour, mes amis! Oh! Right, I - I mean, Hello, my friends! Phew! Did you see that? Did you see how I accidentally spoke French to you? I'm obviously far too sophisticated and je-ne-sais-quoi for you petits amis, er, I mean little friends.

Now, I know what many of you are thinking: Lexy, you are by far the coolest. I mean, I always knew you were sophisticated and filled with je-ne-said-quoi, but this is uncanny. Please, oh please tell me how you got just oh-so French? I will respond with a modest chuckle, some pink flush will enter my cheeks and finally I will let out a whisper that goes along the lines of that's because I was in Montreal this weekend! (hehe.)

Yes, 'tis true. I spent four glorious days in the beautiful city of Montreal for a Model UN conference where I discovered that 1) I will never, ever be able to survive the real UN as I can't debate for my dear life (but that's okay, my mommy says I'm special) 2) I love big cities 3) I love french accents 4) I love meeting people 5) I really freaking love big cities.


I wore this outfit today. Today, I wore this outfit. Today, I walked around my boring town, went to Second Cup, went to the dentist (that's a whole other issue that I'm not going to get into), went to Value Village, and walked around my boring town. Walking around my boring, itsy bitsy town emphasized just how much I love big cities; there's such a difference in pace and atmosphere that makes me want to digest worms and pull out teeth while I'm here (in my boring town). So to speak, my hatred towards my town has been reemphasized. If you didn't already establish that.


I guess there's something about big cities that's so exciting! Maybe it has to do with being young. If so, I want to be young forever and ever and ever (like my grade 6 summer reading) (okay maybe not). Being able to look at the skyline and the big buildings and the excessive hipsterzzz and just sigh of happiness is just fabulous. It's decided: I'm infatuated with big cities. I want to draw hearts in my notebook with our initials together, whilst blasting some Taylor Swift. (datz truuu luv)


(Jacket - Value Village $8, Dress - Thrifted $30, Shoes - Salvation Army $8, Scarf - Pashmina/ Gift, Tights - Pacific Mall, Accessories - Assorted)

Infatuation is good. I think. Or maybe I just like the word infatuation. Which is valid. (Other favourite words: serendipity, frothy, and percolate. Put all three in a sentence and I will kiss a frog and give you the prince charming.) But the feeling of "ahhhh" (as in a sigh of content, like when you have a big mug of hot chocolate, not as in an "ahhhh" of ZOMGZOMBIEZ (or something)) is fantastic. You know? When your heart is content, at least for a moment. And your lips are smiling, even at nothing in particular. I am to big cities as my Facebook friends are to Harry Potter. (That's a terrible analogy, but I wanted to add this so I would be able to say: GAH I'M GETTING SICK OF HARRY POTTER-RELATED STATUSES) (which might emphasize the ridiculousness of my analogy but shush...)

In conclusion, I love the world so much. But if there was a part that I didn't love as much as the others, it would be my itsy, bitsy, boring town. But, you know, I still love it. Kind of... uh...

Au revoir! *kiss on this cheek, kiss on the other cheek*
What are you currently infatuated with?