i tried to do handstands for you

Story time, kids: Once upon a time, this weekend was rainy. All the snow had melted. Lexy thought to herself, "Well, hey, rain = melting snow = SPRING." Yesterday, it snowed. A lot. Canada needs summer time. The end.

Awesome story? No, not so much. (If you said "yes," you are wonderfully talented liar... I like you.) In conclusion, I got nostalgic for summer and did what EVERYONE, obviously, does: stalk old, narcissistic, summery photos of myself. Because, um, yeah. I like summer. I like myself. The combination of both in a 2d image is marvelous...

Resurrection of summer photos and thoughts and muses from a very obviously teenage girl in high school.


"You're so nice." This is a phrase I've heard quite a bit in my lovely lifetime. I heard it the other day. Cool. Thanks, bro. When I was younger, I used to smile, chuckle a bit and outwardly relish in the compliment. Inwardly, a tension with my heart ensued: nice, in many ways, equates to boring. And, evidently, my life consisting of playing dress-up and shopping with old ladies and locking myself in my room to make crap is, pfft, soooo NOT boring.

Today, this concept carries a different meaning. I'm not especially nice. I know it's not a "let's all eat cupcakes and play ukuleles around a fire" type of world (THAT WOULD BE AWESOME). However, I guess I can be perceived as "nice" because I don't bitch about other people. Period. Hi, welcome to my world and here's one of my biggest pet peeves: whiners. I hate when people whine about things. Especially other people. Seriously. I want to send you to MTV where all the over-dramatic and worthless thoughts inhabit.


My lack of bitching about other people (LBAOP, if you will)(doesn't that sound like a 90s kid band? like, they should be on a tvo kids with big, colourful sweaters with "LBAOP" in huge, bubble letters? yeah?) doesn't derive from "being nice" or "wanting to be nice" or "wanting to be perceived as nice." Rather, it's because I simply DON'T CARE ENOUGH. (I'm a rebelllll!!!!)


In my experience, gnawing on other people's flaws - or what is perceived as flaws - is absolutely useless. All that it results in is anger or rage or letting your happiness be manipulated by the actions of others. That is a very dangerous spot to be. Letting yourself be affected by others. For me, there are two ways to react to things: 1) channel your inner hippie and, like, d0000d just like it slide. like, totally. life's a maddd trip and just GET OVER IT or 2) actually DO something. Make a change. Confront a person or a issue. If you're going to complain, make a change! (When you chant that it your head a few times, it sounds really catchy and I'm basically Ghandi.) (Obviously, I am not.) Also, when you talk about others behind their back, you're not "standing up for yourself." You're weak.


Basically, I'm not quite sure where this post is going. But I guess it's reflective of where I am. i.e. High school. Yeah. Clearly. I think I'm ready to leave. But before then, I guess I'll channel my inner Oprah (LEXY R U KIDDING ME? U R OPRAH) and tell you all: LIVE LOTS AND LOVE LOTS AND LOVE LIFE AND LIVE LIFE AND HOW MANY MORE COMBINATIONS CAN WE GET?! Basically, keep it wonderful. Smile at strangers.

(Dress - Vintage $15, Blazer - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Skirt - Pacific Mall $7, Tights - H&M, Hat - Thailand, Shoes - Winners, Socks - aeo, Jewelry - Assorted)

What's the nicest thing a stranger has ever done for you?/ What's your most memorable conversation with a stranger?
(I have a growing infatuation with strangers. Please share any of your STRANGE stories. Hah. That was the worst wordplay ever slash what am I even saying?/ I want a watermelon...)