Remembering Life

Getting Started

2010-03-10T21:57:00.000-05:00

Oh hai! How ya doing? Good? Great? Wonderful!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hilary Hall and I reside in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. While I’m sure you will learn much about me and I have much to tell you, I’ll cut right to the chase. I have a dream [don’t we all?] of owning and operating my own bakeshop and confectionary company right here in Toronto. I’ve given myself about 10 years to get it all sorted out and up and running. However, my ultimate goal is to expedite this process and ramp up my actions towards this goal of mine by a few notches--meaning I want to achieve this goal in less time than I have currently allocated to myself.

The goal of this blog is ultimately to remember everything that I do and chronicle my journey towards my goal, while also keeping tabs on myself so that I can look back one day and watched myself evolve over the years. So I guess while I have to admit my blog may lack the focus needed to retain a conscious audience; lets get real here--I’m doing this for myself but I want to share, learn, grow and meet new people with similar interests.

So if you like baked goods, music, candy and anything in between, this is the place for you!!

Come waste your time with me...

<3 hillzy

I promised.

2010-02-09T23:09:00.002-05:00

I promised I would write. I really did. I kept a promise to myself and so far I've been following through. I've been writing in a wee little Moleskine because I simply haven't felt like sharing my thoughts with the world. It's scary out there. I've been feeling all sorts of rejection and loneliness lately. Not by anyone in particular, but this usually happens because I have a tendency to live up inside my head. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately--especially prevalent when I've been beating myself up. I've been feeling all sorts of rage, anger and resentment lately, and I can't quite figure out why. I write about it fairly often, which makes me upset that I'm wasting precious space in my new pink Moleskine. I wanted to fill my new journal with smiles and love, but I couldn't feel more opposite at the moment. I wish I had something more to contribute to the world than this little paragraph of pity. I'll be back. I'm going to do this everyday.

OOPS!

2009-10-27T13:51:00.002-04:00

So I promised myself that I'd keep a blog. I keep a journal, but thats to let out all the crazy shenanigans upstairs in the brain-wing of the house. But what about all the good things that I'd like to share with people? I think for me, it's mostly fear .. fear of judgement, specifically. Fear of rude and anonymous comments. But I'm doing away with fear, starting now. I want to live by fun, happiness and inspiration.

My muse?

Who else .. twitter compadre, bloggerific, penpal extraordinaire: Miss Casie Stewart

I sent Casie a letter about two weeks ago, asking her questions, telling her secrets, and doing what I do best: being colourful, creative and sending cheer! I already thought her to be wonderful, so much that I gave her more than I had--her natural happiness is a challenge to me. I wanted to send her something that would delight her to no end and leave a truly lasting impression on her face: A BIG OL' SMILE :D

So she received my letter and she shared the best parts of it with the world.

I can't even begin to tell you how amazing that post of hers made me feel. When I saw my letter and all the wonderous things I put into it, it just made me so much more accepting of the part of me I usually play down--the curiously fun-loving side of me, the side of me that never wanted to grow up. It left me beet red, with clammy hands and a bit of sweat on my brow. I couldn't stop smiling. I think I even woke up smiling the next day. Incredible.

There is no greater feeling in this world than making others feel special and thought of.

The world needs more people like Casie in it. Thanks for sharing your world with us.

A great album is like a bookmark for life

2009-04-19T02:03:00.006-04:00

My Life In Albums

Alright, now before you scoff at me for posting a list that was once circulated on Facebook as ‘tag 25 people you know’ thing, I actually took it seriously. I’ve loved so much music in my short time on this earth. There have been so many songs, memories and artists that have touched me and carried me right through those tough times. I feel as though I understand my life so much more clearly in a soundtrack—or, at least that’s how I remember it. I guess what I want to do with this list, is build it into a timeline in my life. It’ll have a chronological order someday, but maybe I’ll start with the present and work my way backwards. This is a work in progress.

Special thanks to @sarah_katie for giving me a much needed kick in the butt to get my blog on!!

Now, onto the first album:

Band: Fleet Foxes

Album: Fleet Foxes

Discovered ‘Circa: November-ish 2008?

I'll update this part soon. Sorry there are no fun pictures or much to read .. I suppose we all have to start somewhere right?

I shouldn't be blogging this late at night. Nor should blogging be permissible after playing outside with the grass!

Bandwagoning

2009-04-11T02:53:00.000-04:00

I'd say it's almost too late to jump on the bandwagon, since that trend has long since sailed. What's funny about keeping this b-log, is that I honestly believe that I'll be writing about writing until I figure out what it is that I want to write about most. Doesn't that make your head spin? I don't want to have a filter when writing, but I also don't want to give away every last shred of dignity and privacy herein. I just want a place to dump all the stresses, frustrations and anxieties of my day all in one place. I suppose I could get a paper and a pen for that, but dumping this crap on the internet somehow feels much more exciting.

The problem is, that this probably won't garner me many readers, but .. who gives a shit, right?

More or less, the goal of this blog is reflected in the title of it--I really just want something, somewhere--a space and a place to dump the contents of my life, compartmentalized with neat little labels, so that when I'm old and weary, I'll remember all of this crap warm and fondly.

"The most essential thing in life is to establish a heartfelt connection with others"--Thom Yorke

WherIendndUbegin.

2008-08-21T05:05:00.000-04:00

Blogging.

Is it me, or does it take serious balls to blog? To think that there are millions of micro journalists out there writing about their lives and their interests--does anyone really give a shit? Is this a one-time thing? Am I like every other end-user, excited about expelling my verbal diahhrea unto the interweb? Write one lame entry and then let the blog sit, simmer, cool down only to become defunct and forgotten about?

Do I blog about what other bloggers are blogging about? Do I come up with lame pseudo-names for all the people in my life just so I can talk smack about them whilst respecting their privacy? Should I be giving rise to a purpose for the few kilobytes of free webspace that this blog occupies?

You can even label this damn post! Forget dates! You can start a file and call it bullshit, and people could be pleasantly surprised with how directed, blunt and jaded you are. It's an amazing thing. You even have an option to allow someone to comment .. that is, if they even care!

So here's the thing, I really love to write. I love giving advice. I love talking about all the soul-sucking recurring dumbasserry that goes on in my life. Sometimes, I love talking myself into a hole so deep that I could end up in China if I continued on. Oh snap. Uh huh. Not funny.

Well, I guess the real reason why I'm here to begin with, is that I want to remember my life, in painstakingly meticulous detail, so that I'll have something great to look back on when I'm older and am struggling to retain the memories of my youth (or whatever is left of it). The other reason is to retain my writing skills, and possibly refine them, while delivering something entertaining enough to make you laugh.

I can only hope that one day, when I look back at this post .. I'll be able to laugh at myself.

Bono likes the sound of his own voice. Narcissistic bastard.

I've come to appreciate the murcurial properties of my candor and sardonic wit.

...and so it goes.

I guess.