A little about me, and this blog.

Oh. Silly me. You might want to know who I am.

Well... let's see. I don't really know where to start here. My name is Sinead, and I reside in Canada, in a town that is about as rural as you can get - I can see cows from my classroom. Truthfully, though, I don't really know if I'm a "Canada" person. I don't like the cold, I don't like the snow, I don't like the cows I see from my classroom, and I don't like the dirt roads full of potholes. But oh well. I have to make the best of the situation for a little while longer, eh?

So, I've got some hobbies. I've been dancing since the wee age of 2, everything from ballet to hip hop to a little bit of cabaret. I've been playing the saxophone for 6 years now. I also like to do a little photography every once in a while (plug plug plug: ) and work out most days. I like to laugh out loud with my boyfriend and go on the odd date. Coffee joints are a regular haunt of mine - unfortunately, it's usually limited to the local Tim Horton's. I'm also pretty active on every committee and club at school.

So, what's with the weird name?
Well, so far I've neglected to mention my true passion: traveling.
There's nothing I like better than the rush of checking your bags and hopping on a plane, heading to a destination that you haven't discovered yet (or even one you adored so much that you just had to return). I've traveled across many parts of North America and South America, and I'm working on Europe next year. I just recently came home from Brazil (Sao Paulo and Sao Luis) which was beautiful - all lush plants and busy cities. Here's a few pictures to demonstrate both who I am and what I do best:

Movie Theatre Memories

When I go to the movie theatre, it's not the smell of salty, buttery popcorn that calls my name.
Nor is it the Twizzlers, chocolate bars or sticky cotton candy.
To be honest, the delicacy I always choose over all of the classic theatre snacks is... a soft, doughy pretzel.

It's a little unconventional, I know. It's not a treat offered at theatres worldwide. Maybe it's only a Canada thing. All I know is that as soon as I see the wagon on that PretzelMaker sign, my mouth begins to salivate at the thought of that gooey, soft, doughy bread, glazed with just the right amount of butter and large-grained salt. With the addition of some melted cheese sauce, why, it's downright heavenly.

And now, I would like to welcome you to my blog. It has been a fair while since I had one, and after a small identity crisis (coincidentally, near a theatre), I have decided that this may be a way to take a little bit of time for myself, and you, of course. :)