I do not remember my first Alan Rickman film. It may have been the original Die Hard since I tended to watch movies like that at a young age with my parents. Of course, given my (almost) life long obsession with Harry Potter Alan Rickman has always been Severus Snape in my mind. In the… Continue reading Thank You Alan Rickman
There is so much that I never thought I was capable of until now. Four weeks ago I turned twenty years old and at the sound of my alarm that morning I reached for my ‘Dear Twenty Year Old Me’ letter which I had been saving since I was eleven years old. When I was eleven… Continue reading Dear Twenty Year Old Me: The Letter
I’ve been ruminating about this post since I wrote part one almost a month ago. This piece has been written and rewritten more often than I would like to admit. Everything I produced just did not seem to hit the mark in terms of what I wanted to express. I promised in my last post to discuss… Continue reading Cosplaying as a One Woman Army: I Know My Value Part 2
I have been a fan for as long as I can remember. No, I am not a folded sheet of paper that can be moved back and forth to produce small breezes nor am I am electronic construction whose blades spin quickly to help a flow of cool air manifest in a room. I am a fan… Continue reading Cosplaying as a One Woman Army: Black Widow Edition Part 1
Until last Sunday night I had never been to a club and I was completely and utterly indifferent about that fact. However, on February 12th I happened to be on Facebook at the right time to see a post on Frank Turner’s Official Facebook Page [http://on.fb.me/1FzNOt4] announcing that he would be playing with the Sleeping Souls… Continue reading So Last Sunday Sam Walked into a Club
The past three weeks have been something, something special. The day after Thanksgiving my parents left for Hawaii – they went on vacation to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, and I stayed home. What with midterms, university, extracurriculars, and well, life, there was no way I could join them. As much as I love my… Continue reading Coming Home
As CBC said earlier this evening, “Canada will be different after today.” My country has changed. My city has changed. I’ve changed. This morning at 10:00am I was in class, discussing Aristotle. To be more specific I was listening to my professor engage in an enlightening lecture about Aristotle and his relation to Plato. At… Continue reading #OttawaStrong
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