When You Wish Upon A Star...

At 22 years of age, I'm still convinced that wishes come true.

I can't help but to make a wish any time I see a shooting star soar across the sky, blow out candles on a cake, blow the seeds off of a dandelion, or watch the clock change to 11:11.

Realistic? No. But in this crazy, chaotic world that we live in, sometimes it's just nice to believe in the power of wishing.

It's Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Summer!

Ahh, sunny days.

It's been a long time coming. Despite last weeks dumping of snow, I'm optimistic that we've seen the last of winter... until September.

I have to admit, there is nothing like a Canadian summer. After months of bitter cold, we get approximately 2 months of hot weather. And believe me, we make the most of it. I've been to several countries during the summer season, and nobody celebrates quite like Canadians. We cram as much as possible into the short season, making up for the amount of time we spend cooped inside our homes all winter.

Rafting down the river, backyard campfires, days lying on the beach, ice cream, parties, and sunburns. Bring it on, Summer.

It's That Time Of Year...

Dear Seasonal Allergies,

I don't mean to sound rude, but I would greatly appreciate if you would leave. Go far, far away from me and never return. You see, I'm a big fan of breathing and you make doing so particularily difficult from time to time. I also could do without itchy, watery eyes and a sore throat.

Did I mention that I love summer? I live for warm summer days, sitting outside enjoy the sunshine. Thanks to you, I'm forced to seek shelter indoors when somebody is mowing the lawn or when poplar trees start to shed their beautiful white fuzz. I'm a self proclaimed nature loving, tree hugger, and here I am allergic to trees. Thanks a lot.

I'm a good person, I can't see how this cruel punishment is at all justified. You are mean, Allergies... mean, mean, mean! I hope that when you try to sleep at night you are overcome with guilt for all of the suffering you force millions of us to endure. Go away, nobody wants you here.

Yours truly,

Krysta, Allergy Sufferer

Will Power

Some days I really wish that I possessed more will power. So many things would be so much easier.

I'd stop spending my money and pay off my debt sooner. I'd stop slacking, study for my exams and start making decent money. I'd start letting go, and avoid the inevitable upset that the situation is going to bring.

Will power, you've been by my side in the past, where have you gone? I need you in my life!

The Party is Over!

Sunburns, snow falls, best friends, vodka, and most importantly... smores!

Another successful May Long weekend!

I Challenge You...

Every day, do something that scares you. It can be something simple, but something you'd normally avoid doing because you are afraid. The satisfaction you'll get from overcoming that fear will be worth it. Try that interesting dish you've always wondered about. It just might be your new favorite food.Get on that stage and sing. You know that it will be fun, but you worry about what others will think. They'll admire your courage, and you won't regret it. That one person you can't get out of your head? Maybe it's because they are supposed to be there. Tell them how you feel. Don't let fears take over your life.

Every day, make somebody's day. Give somebody an honest compliment. It's amazing how much a few simple words can mean to a person. Hold the door open for that lady with a child holding each of her hands. Skip your coffee and give your change to that homeless man. Random acts of kindness don't have to be extreme. Just take the time to show somebody that you care. I promise you, the feeling you'll get will be worth the extra step.

I'm guilty of forgetting these simple things on a daily basis, but I try to enforce them each and every day. Life is too short to let fears hold you back from doing the things that you want to do. Smiles are contagious, so make somebody smile and see how much it spreads. Life is what you make it. Make it good.

Bring On May Long!

Each May, Canadians celebrate Victoria Day... better known as simply "May Long" weekend.

During this weekend, eagerly awaiting summer, we drag our tents out from storage and brave the cold for a weekend of crazy camping antics. Nearly every year, we find ourselves in the middle of nowhere, shivering beside the campfire, likely cursing the snow falling around us. Mother Nature rarely blesses us with warm weather for May Long.

For some reason, year after year, we keep pitching our tents. We haul in beer by the caseload, dress in the warmest clothes we own, and we never fail to have an amazing time.

We are crazy, we are Canadian, and we know how to celebrate.

Happy May Long!

Before I Was A Blogger...

Before I blogged about my life, I wrote about it in my diary.
This book contains my most personal secrets that I'd never share with anybody.
There is just something about writing... If I'm trying to have a face to face conversation, I'll be at a loss for words. I often find that writing is the only way that I can truly express myself. My thoughts are a constant rambling mess, and putting them on paper is my way of organizing.

Healthy Food Just Doesn't Work For Me.

Yesterday while our fitness instructor was yelling at us to do pushups, jumping jacks, and various other sweat dripping activities, a gentleman paused to ask us what on Earth we were training for. A marathon, perhaps?

To which, the lovely middle aged woman beside me proudly stated:

"I'm training to be able to eat and drink more!"

She is my hero. I couldn't agree more.

I'll consume an entire block of chocolate and then go to the gym, and assume that the 2 factors will cancel eachother out. So maybe I'm a bit misinformed, but the fact of the matter is, I'd have the same diet with or without my intense workout routine. I earn my chocolate.

Where Do I Go From Here?

Human relationships are a crazy thing. They keep life interesting, confusing, amazing, frustrating, challenging, exciting, and worth living.

There are many different types of relationships... family, friendships, acquaintances... and the most complex of all of them; the romantic relationship between 2 people. I'm no expert on this subject. In fact, if it was a subject in school I'm guessing I'd recieve a failing grade. "I'm destined to be single" is a line I quote far too often.

Let me try to explain a bit about my crazy mind for you...

I'm a hopeless romantic. Really, I am. I cry like a baby at weddings, I dream of long, hand in hand walks down beaches, and I constantly catch myself saying "awwww!" at sweet displays of affection. I pray that one day I'll find my perfect match and that we will get married, have babies, and live happily ever after. I watch chick flicks and decide that I want a romance, just like that one. I'll meet the man of my dreams and we will fall madly in love. Easy as that.

In typical Krysta fashion, I contradict myself all of the time. I'm a self proclaimed "commitment-o-phobe". When a friendship starts to move a little beyond the boundries of friendship and into a more of a dating situation, I get scared and back away. Even if we have everything in common. Even if I think that things would work out perfectly. I freak out, I can't help it. I don't know what is wrong with me. Friends come to me for relationship advice on a regular basis, and I give what they say is great advice, but suggest that perhaps I try to take it for myself some day.

So what, you may ask, is the inspiration for this particular blog? You guessed it... there is a boy. I've been single for the past 3 years and in that time traveled the world on my own, I'm extremely independent, so even typing that is weird for me. I think that I've realized my feelings towards this boy for quite some time, but again, in typical Krysta fashion, I'd never admit it to anybody. I don't know if he's aware that this blog even exists, and if he is, I don't know that he'll read this. But I kind of hope that he does. I know he'll know that I'm talking about him, and I hope he realizes that I'm sorry for the way I've acted over this whole situation. You see, we are great friends, I'd probably call him one of my best. I have no idea what his view on the current situation is, but in my opinion we've walked right over that boundry that separates friendships from romance, and we are stuck in the middle with no way out. It's a tricky situation and we've yet to discuss it between eachother, because, yes, I'm Krysta. I'm scared. I don't know what to do and I don't know how to deal with my own emotions. I think that we've reached a point where we need to move forward, or let go, and to me both of those options sound terrifying.

This is so unlike me.I mean honestly! I'm nearly 23 years old and I'm blogging about my boy troubles. I know that somewhere, somebody out there in that great big internet world has to have been there before. I'm hoping and I'm praying that I'll figure things out sometime, preferably sooner than later.

Irrational Fears

We all have something that we are afraid of. Myself, I have a ridiculous amount of fears and silly phobias.... from spiders to thunderstorms; deep water, the dark, and even the Easter Bunny. In the past year I went to Australia on a mission to overcome some of my greatest fears. I can proudly say that I brushed my fear of heights aside as I jumped out of a plane. I conquered my phobia of singing in public by belting out "I Will Survive" on karaoke night. I moved across the world on my own, forgetting that I'd ever been afraid of traveling solo. I've done well, and I'm so proud of all that I've achieved. However, I've yet to overcome one of my greatest fears... that inescapable, send shivers down my spine, makes me lose sleep at night kind of phobia...

I tremble at the thought of visiting the dentist.

I really don't understand it. I've never had a bad experience at the dentist's office. I've had 2 fillings, both during my childhood, and in both cases I was drugged up with laughing gas and the entire procedure was pain-free. My smiling photo was pinned to the "Cavity Free Club" wall on all other visits. For some ridiculous reason, I can't even walk by a dental clinic without getting nervous, as if they are all out to get me.

The reason I bring this up is because I haven't made a trip to the dentist in about 3 years and the guilt is sinking in. I'm sure that even when I do, there won't be much to worry about, as I brush and floss almost religiously. I'm insane, that's all there is to it. I'll make an appointment... eventually... maybe.

Yay! Airplane!

I foolishly booked a seat on the red eye, of all of the flights bound for Hamilton.

Sleep deprivation and travel seem to go hand in hand, but I'll take the exhaustion any day if it means flying!

Have a great weekend, I'm off to hang out on a Boeing.