My baby, my darling, I've been thinking of leaving. My baby, my darling, I've been taking a beating.

Ever have those days where you have nothing to do and it just drags on? But you want to do something? Welcome to my day. School is over in two weeks, in mid-July I'm going to Germany (and Switzerland?) for vacation, I'm going to Montreal for the Osheaga music festival as well as Ottawa's Bluesfest and since this is my last summer before university (and I will be working fulltime during those summers), I'd like to get out and do stuff. Yes, stuff, so specific, I know. My friends want to go paintballing (good god, I bruise like a peach...) as well as camping. Some people apparently find the words "Stacy" and "camping" in the same sentence hilarious which is complete bullshit because we'd be gone for what, four days? It's called a tent and bugspray, I'll live. Just because I wear heels and skirts doesn't mean I can't "rough it in the wilderness."

That's something else I hate. Stop putting ridiculous stereotypes to people based on one thing they say, what they wear, etc. I don't mean the "he's gothic so he probably listens to screamo" types because you're probably right. I mean the "you're so much of a girly girl you can't possibly do this" kind. Screw you, how about that? Just because you think I can't use a hammer doesn't mean I can't smash you in the face with it. I can do anything you can do, just in bigger shoes.
I can't wait to leave Ottawa.




(aritzia shirt, old navy tank, zara shorts, sirens necklace)

The pictures keep coming out different sizes even though I'm resizing them to the exact same thing.
And then a day later, they switch sizes themselves after they've been published. Awesome? Not.