The Most Beautiful Library I've Ever Seen

bonjour my internet friends,

This is the most beautiful library I've ever seen. It's the Central City Library in Surrey, British Columbia. It blew me away. It fits all the aesthetics I have dreamed of.

This post is just going to be a post of photos I took in the library. Because I feel like they need to be shared and I am so proud of them and their beauty.

Enjoy.

Keep smiling beautifuls, 

Naddy xoxo

I Need To Take A Break

Take a break. Run away with us for the summer. Let's go upstate. We can all go stay with our father. There's a lake I know in a nearby park. You and I can go when the night gets dark. Take a break.

These lyrics honestly are echoing in my head right now. I am so stretched all over that I don't know what to do.

I recently obtained a job. So my weekend evenings are spent working and helping clean for closing the store. I come home exhausted and sleep late into the morning if I can. I'm stressed about remembering things. Like reading the screens and making certain orders. Like how many scoops go into a medium. It's been a month of learning and will continue.

I've also got two huge projects for the end of the year.

I've got a huge advocacy project for social justice. I love the class and am so happy that I am able to talk about things I am passionate about and learn about the world. I love being in a class of aware and *ahem* woke students. But this project is absolutely killing me. It’s a huge thing and I want to make a difference. I am loving that I keep getting resources but honestly it’s difficult when I want to do anything and everything to get my message out and make plans.

It’s also hard trying to pass some of the work onto a partner. Let me tell you. I want to have her do something but I don’t know what because I’ve always been in group projects where I end up doing all the work. It’s difficult but I need her to take some of the work away from me so that I can take a break and breathe for a minute.

Not to mention my forty to fifty page final assignment for creative writing. That’s right. Forty to fifty pages. I’ve got a plan, I just have to make sure it gets there. I so hope it will. I know it will. I just stress.

These two projects are due in completion in June. And it’s April. Time will go by so fast.

Not to mention, I am graduating and it’s prom season so I am in the works of helping my dress be completed! And I have to plan a promposal. I’ve got ideas. I’m excited for that one.

It’s just a suddenly hectic time and I am learning to balance it all. Who knew being an adult would be so …. Hard?! (Many hands raise as I shush.)

My point is that at this point in my life I need an outlet. So I am hoping to turn back to blogging as that. So if you come across this and the posts are getting a little weird, just know that I am going through a weird time.

Keep smiling,
Naddy

P.S. Nothing for the month of March. I apologize.

Addiction vs. Obsession: Take A Break

My dearest, internet people.

I love words. Words fascinate me. The fact that we can use two words interchangeably but they mean something completely different baffles me. You could say I am obsessed with words. Or addicted to them. Huh. This is my predicament, or part of it.

See what I am trying to determine is the difference when someone says, "I am obsessed with this song!" versus "This song is so addictive!"

Addiction defined as above is, the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity. So one person can be addicted to a song, without being obsessed?

Obsession is defined as the state of being obsessed with someone or something. Well, that doesn't really help! The alternate definition is, an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. That's better.

So they are quite similar. But I think addiction is more the act of needing something, a synonym is 'dependency'. So feeling compelled to listen to the song over and over, and being essentially addicted!

While obsession is wanting to listen to the song over and over, and having it on your mind. And a synonym is .... addiction.

Ah, well maybe they are the same thing in the context I keep thinking of.

It might make more sense now why I started the post in such a way. Hamilton: An American Musical is so addictive! And I am definitely obsessed.

I have my favourite songs and honestly it is constantly changing anyway. (Satisfied, Helpless, Guns And Ships, Dear Theodosia, One Last Time, Burn, Take A Break, ...)

The introduction of this post (and the title) is a reference to Angelica's part in Take A Break.

[ANGELICA:]
In a letter I received from you two weeks ago
I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase
It changed the meaning. Did you intend this?
One stroke and you've consumed my waking days
It says:

[HAMILTON/ANGELICA:]
“My dearest Angelica”

[ANGELICA:]
With a comma after “dearest”
You've written

[HAMILTON AND ANGELICA:]
“My dearest, Angelica.”

It is a part that often sticks with me.

I will not go off on too much of a tangent. Hamilton is for another blog post. (Be expecting it, or not. Who knows. I might go off on a crazy tangent about it or not. You won't know until I do.)

So that wraps it up. Addiction and Obsession are so similar that they're synonymous. I am addicted to and obsessed with Hamilton: An American Musical.

Keep Smiling Beautifuls,
Naddy xoxo

I Hate Valentine's Day

Bonjour my internet friends,

Happy Valentine's Day.

You might be confused, why is the title saying you hate v-day when you just wished us a happy day? Well, I can explain.

I am not a rude person. I am wishing you all a very happy Valentine's! But personally, I am not too fond of the holiday. Why should we have one day a year to remind our loved ones that we love them? We should do that every day!

I am going to be honest, I do not do that myself. The reminding my loved ones that I love them part. But I try really hard. I tell people I love them whenever I feel the need to and do little acts of kindness (like washing the dishes or making dinner for the family) and hugs, oh hugs are seriously great.

If you knew me, you'd know I am actually a hopeless romantic type. Hit me up with that amazing YA Romance novels (Jennifer E. Smith, Susane Colasanti, and Sarah Dessen among the favourites) and I am a happy girl. And then you'd be confused as to why I don't like V-Day, as the the most romantic day of the year.

As I explained earlier, it's because I believe you should show love all the time and not just on this one special day.

Besides, yes I am in a relationship but today isn't all that special for us as just two weeks ago we celebrated our six month anniversary. That seemed more of a big deal to us, so we went for all out for that than anything.

(By all out, I mean we posted long paragraph posts on instagram and then spent last Saturday cuddling and cooking/cleaning together. REALationship goals.)

My apathetic attitude towards V-day does not stop me from calling my boyfriend later today and then sitting down with a cup of hot chocolate and a young adult romance novel.

But that sounds like a typical evening for me, so it's nothing special really.

Happy Valentine's Day.

keep smiling beautifuls,
Naddy xoxo

Big Brother is Watching You

Bonjour my internet friends,

Last week I sat in my Biology class, reading the last two or three chapters of 1984 by George Orwell. My old and worn school copy in my hands for consumption (this edition published circa 2008).

That last Friday was not the day I had to finish the book, I was actually only required to read one chapter to recap for my table group. But I got ahead of myself and read the remaining chapters.

So that put me ahead in the class later on. Because myself and two of my classmates, were the only people to finish the book so we got a leg up. We were given the final assignment on Friday while the rest of the class has reading homework and gets the assignment on Monday.

We have been assigned to write a narrative connected to 1984 in some meaningful way. my teacher's words. So I began writing, and writing, and writing. I wrote for a few hours today. Ended with the beginning of my story, almost 2000 words down. Got to say, I am pretty proud!

I won't say much but I will say it is the world of 1984 set in 2017 Vancouver. So the terminology is similar in some aspects but different in others. It's told from the point of view of 17 year old Cleo Chen. She would be considered a prole in Orwell's 1984, but in mine they are called plebeian and aren't treated the same as the proles of Airstrip One.

I don't want to reveal too much but this is such a fun assignment as I seriously enjoyed reading 1984. It's an amazing novel and brings up themes that are terrifyingly still present today.

If you haven't read Orwell's classic tale, I recommend you do. Especially if you are a fan of the show Big Brother, like I was for a season.

Remember, Big Brother is watching you.

Keep Smiling Beautifuls,
Naddy xoxo

WAR IS PEACE.
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY.
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.