the girl who owns the world

-Things can be too big, this might have been “too big” for me.

-People weren’t buying a lot of stuff (or maybe just a lot of stuff from me?), but I noticed and talked to a few people who noted it was a bit slow for them too. People bought food. 

-So many hotties, but I can never seem to bridge the glancing/staring/looking into actual/polite/witty/even humourous/conversation or talking. Or a “hey”. Or eye contact. 

-Only 11-14 year old boys, me, and Grant like the term “YOLO” still so enthusiastically. For others the magic has faded, but you only live once, so

-Selling things alone is horribly lonesome. I need some sort of partner, or co-participator, or someone who wants to meet up with me for 2 minutes every time I am selling and just talk to me and make me feel less like some weird girl selling weird things no one wants or buys

-I am a distro, so I should distribute, duh. I make things that can be sold places in Hamilton, and I have actual/sorta/maybe connections. I don’t need to go to events as much as I have been doing. 

-Zinesters are always nice to other zinesters. I met some zinesters from Oshawa who were going to be at Canzine this year. They were all really nice.

-Even for a minimani (a just polish manicure), the ten spot was really great.

-I noticed there was more art on the street in Hamilton from different artists that was hi-lighted, yet from what I could gather a lot of it wasn’t by Hamilton artists themselves. 

-Artist’s whose artwork I find really interesting, fall-in-love-immediately, tend to be underwhelming. Artists whose artwork is alright or charming I tend to be more interested in (as human beings)

-You can do anything in Hamilton except sell your cards at supercrawl, feel like you’re on your way to becoming a successful business, meet the girl of your dreams, meet up with your friends when you need them the most, and find a career job.