There is about a 10 minute period from walking you home and returning back to my apartment that I do not remember at all. I can remember leaving, and I can remember getting back, but I have no idea what transpired in between.

I know it is only 10 minutes. and most likely the are unimportant minutes.

still.

After tomorrow (or I guess today) I have no more work due at all this week. I am free free free. This is very exciting.

we are going to do a walmart run and by picture hangers, picture frames, cordless phone batteries, usb cords, boy slippers and teacher shoes.

You should come over. It's clean and nice and I'll let you wear my big purple slippers.

paper is due in 14 hours and I haven't started writing it yet.....oh oh!

It's cold this morning. I'm trying desperatly to stay awake because I have a refective paper to write for tomorrow. I should have started it days ago. I haven't written a word.

My mother told me the most horrible new yesterday. It has just verified in my mind that there has to be some kind of god. The laws of probability cannot be broken this many times without there being somekind of guidance. There has to be somekind of reason for this.....devestation.

It's a backwards way of looking at I know. But to think that someone can be that helpless is just too hard to do right now.

I went nutty cleaning yesterday. I am no longer ashamed to have people over. Let's have a night!

So....what ya think of the new layout? keep it? chuck it?

It seems hard to put things into words. I think for the first time in my life I'm not having those imaginary conversations in my head. No more day dreams filling in the spaces. Its like there is no need for them anymore. Like every things has sifted and shifted into the perfect contentment. I know what I'm doing, who I am and who I'm supposed to be with. I can't tell you how aweasom that is. I can tell you that it does happen. It will happen.

Things aren't perfect...I don't think you can achieve perfections. We are people and we are run by our relationships and conflict. But things are definately right.

I've been dizzy all day, and in general I feel like I haven't eaten all day. Side effects from last night of course. I guess that is better than headaches and heavings.

I always feel like I'm talking bull-shit when I'm drunk. I'm trying to be serious and thoughtful, but sometimes I'm not aware of the words coming out of my mouth. Just know that I am DEFINATELY listening.

Girl hands are so soft and tiny.

I like that people can come over and sit on my couch, eating pie, craxkers and ice cream sandwiches. I like that my home can be shared and not be a cave of books and televisions.

I think you should all come over and watch Happy Accidents. And a very long engagment. And lets watch spotless mind again. We'll get pastries and drink Chai-tea. We'll take out my box of 64 crayola crayons and colour pictures that we'll trade and frame. Or maybe just watch movies.

Wonderful.

Made me miss you.
and you too (but you'll be home soon...and then we will have girly night).

I worked an award show the other night at Neptune. They were honouring David Fountain. If you don't know who he is, basically he is one of the richest people in Halifax. Therefore everyone at the reception was uber rich. They had an entire table in the lobby dedicated to caviar. There were at least 8 different kinds, all a different colour of the rainbow. They had a chef at the table who would heat in a wok this what looked like a little bread thingy that you put your caviar on (though it really could have been anything).

To decorate the table, the chef had a large vase that she filled with water and put a siamese fighting fish in. It was blue. Very pretty. However just before they started to serve the caviar they put another fish in with it. Of course, true to their name, they started fighting.

They used two fish killing eachother as something decorative. The fish practically bite their faces off, and riped off their tails and fins.

Sad thing was that no one but us ushers noticed. The guests didn't even eat any caviar.

Deathn for decoration. Ouch.

i've never been so busy. Sure I've done way harder work than I'm doing right now, but it seems like I am constanly doing somekind of school work at everymoment. Plus I start my sixth course next week. I don't know when I will find the time to do it all. It's almost a good thing that work hasn't called in three weeks. Knowing my luck things will start to pick up as soon as the work starts to get hard.

I miss hanging out. Let's watch old school and bring it on.
Or even a ....gasp....double date!

I miss gay boys!

I miss cheap drunks.

I miss being exciting for something.

I miss having supper being made by someone else.

I miss having a printer (stupid print credits).

*sigh*