Dixie Chicks Rock My World!!

It was PHENOMENAL . . . i can't even begin to describe it!

So many people -sold out concert, and another one this evenning (and how i wish i could be there)! Silly americans and their stubborn views on politics, (no offense my american friends . . .) they have no idea what they are missing out on!

Amazing sound! CD's will never sound the same . . . who invented such a rip-off anyways?

So close- like, they were actualy RIGHT there! If only i were Inspector Gadget i could have reached out and touched them!

And who would have thought that after having 5 kids within the 3 of them they could look that good -atleast according to the guy beside me. Throught the entire concert he was contemplating how it would be possible for him to hook up with one of them.

-my love for music has skyrocketed, how did i ever live without it?!-

The Call to be Organized

The count is down to 1 day, 19 hours, 13 minutes and 11 seconds until the moment I have been waiting for for years. My first concert, but not just any concert, the Dixie Chicks. The band that got me hooked on country . . .

So, there I was, seated on the couch with my sister and parents, we were discussing our plans for the next few days. First we will be on the house boat and then Jake and I would be off to Winnipeg, first for a wedding reception (it's kind of scary to see some of my friends getting married!) and then to the long awaited concert. At that, my mother asked if I had my tickets packed . . . which I hadn't, so I went to retrieve them from their "safe keeping spot". However, it was not as safe as we had expected . . . the tickets were not there!

We became frantic and we began searching the house from top to bottom. And we do not live in what one may call a small house . . . there were many places these tickets could be . . . and not be. Dad said that he had cleaned out our 'safe keeping spot' and a fair bit of things were thrown out . . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*sick feeling in stomach*

The search continued for quite some time, we were beginning to run out of places to inspect.


Finally, in the final place we lsearched (funny how that works out, eh), in a rather common location for missing articles, it was found!!!!
HURRAH!!!
My heart leapt with relief, and the tears that were beginning to form fell for joy instead of anguish.

The concert is still on and my tickets are in a real safe spot this time.

1 day 18 hours 59 minutes 7 seconds

Officers of the Law prove to be incompetent (surprised?)

Not very often can one glance out their side window to see a black bear climbing their tree!
But this was some of the excitement transpiring around my dwelling place this evening.
My sister, for the first time in her entire existence, called 9-1-1! She reported the wild bear in our tree and within minutes two officers of the law arrived with their new Dodge Charger (something that has caused much controversy among some of the more vocal members of this town). They had a gun and explained to my aunts and uncle that they were required to shoot it if it didn't flee to the bush. And so they proceeded to try and frighten the bear from its perch in our tree. First they tried the sirens and lights- the bear swatted the air. Next they took our hose and sprayed him, hoping it would be enough to lure him out of the tree- the bear received the cold water with wide open arms (literally!).
Finally the bear climbed down the tree, but the ferocious bark of my dog startled him back up. Not for long however, for when he got a look at my dog he realized his bark was worse then his bite. And he was off down the tree again. He headed towards the neighbours yard, the whole time leaving a trail of urine behind, just incase his body scent wasn't enough to drive the dog crazy!
We tried to follow, but the cop did not take too kindly to the bear supporters. (and there goes the old cop with his gun through my yard. And for those who don't know me too well- I'm not a huge supporter of guns, espousals ones that are being pointed at animals! [at least most humans deserve to be shot!])


And so a few hours later we (my family and I) were seated on the porch outside when we heard a shot . . . then another and then another.
Poor Mr. Cuddly (not his official name- it just sprouted from my deep desire so hug him- they truly do resemble over grown teddy bears) he would of made such an amazing pet. If I were Hermione Granger I would use her magical hour glass time traveler to go back in time and safe his life!

~if only I were a wizard (then i could hook up with Malfoy!)~

One Week Left

A quick hello to the world of bloggers!

My summer is continuing down the path of success and enjoyment.
The number of times I have unwilling gone swimming has long past broke any record of previous years. I have begun to wear strictly darker shirts just in case . . .

So as for scary and absurd news: last week I was named camp nurse! It was only for the first two days, but it was still frightening for me, as well as my mother who was told by a permanent staff member half way through the week. But it turns out the only requirements to be a camp nurse is first aid and 18 years of age or older. And I meet both of those stipulations. And so, there I was, camp nurse, dealing with 'injured' children between the ages of seven to 11 and whiny staff members!
This coming week (my final week at camp *tear*) is all girls week . . . and so far there is no willing personal to take on the position as camp nurse (big surprise?) and so, once again I may be given the honour! Yippee!

So, tonight -in only a few hours actually- the 27 summer staff still remaining at camp, will be coming over for dinner! I'm excited! . . . I love my home and my family and my mummy's cooking, and for the camp staff, whom I have come to love as well, to get to share that with me, is exciting!

I will be returning home in just one week . . . i'm not too thrilled about that. I am going to miss these people who have all become like family to me . . . it is a pity that just as we are all getting so close and now we must leave each other.

Must be off they are here!

a quick message

Hey for anyone who has been trying to email me at camp with the address I sent out before, it doesn't work!
If you want to email the other one it is office@campofthewoods.on.ca. Put my name as the subject box!
Miss you all!

A Mind in Far Off Places

11 extra people in my home is a lot. It is nearly two times as many as normal- unless you count what the normal has been the past 8 months while I was away at school, than it would be more than two times the usual number. But in over 30 degree weather, it is definitely not your most prominent desire.

On top of the weather issue there are extreme amounts of mosquitoes infringing upon our canasta games and cake eating! The nerve of them! Thankfully my uncle and father are skilled in the art of insect elimination! Though we are certain that they did not all enter our home through the momentarily opened doors- they must have discovered an alternative route! Not only were the numbers severe, but they were constant!


In two months and 12 days I will no longer be the girl who has never attended a concert! Instead I will be the girl who, in the past two months had attended two concerts!!!!!
Yippee!


Conversations about proposing and life as a married person really makes you reflect, both on your present situation and future ones. I have a friend, only a year older then me, who will be getting married in less then two weeks! At this news my own thoughts wander to the possibility of that being me, and I speculate on whether I am mature enough to be in the same circumstances . . . A big "NO" sign seems to flash in my mind. Not a surprise I suppose.


And for all those other toothbrush lovers out there- have you ever tried the toothbrushes with the rubber Brussels!? If not I HIGHLY recommend them. They bring a whole new meaning to "squeaky clean"!


-contemplating life after teenage-hood and cringing-

Quick trip home

So, for the past week I have been working out at a kids camp. It's been busy, crazy and exhausting! However all that is happens and the people you meet is worth it all!
Yesterday- Canada Day- we decided to head to town for the fireworks . . . yippee. I hadn't seen them in the past 3 years at least. Most of my fellow staffers decided to dress up for the occasion, and although the majority of them are American, they were quite enthusiastic about our trip to town. More then likely the exciting part was not the small-town fireworks but instead the chance to be a part of civilization again, even if it was only for a few hours.
Upon seeing everyone after getting changed for this adventure, Santana, Grant and I discovered that we were all matching, which made us triplets (or for those of us who do not know the difference- all 3 twins!) We sure look alike- eh!

Anyways, I have to return to the middle of nowhere soon! And I have no real complaints about it, though I sometimes wish that I had access to at least some form of communication other then snail mail. Meh, that's part of having such an important job- there are sometimes some insignificant parts of life that you need to surrender for the time being.

I hope everyone's summer is going fantastically!


-the sun shines brightest on those who allow it-

P.S. I'm 19 tomorrow!!!! (from then till forever!)

Burning for You

So much power- able to control the lives of so many, yet it began merely as an insignificant thought in the back on ones mind. It blows my mind at how quickly it can grow to be the most influential part of ones life- it's indescribable potential to warm everything in its path. The intensity grows rapidly as the distance between declines, its true capacity begins to reveal it self. The magnitude reaches an undetectable high, and you discover that the closer you are the more it could hurt when it is ultimately liberated.

Is it all worth the risk?
Depends who you ask I suppose . . .


*funny- from what I've been told, fire and love sound remarkably similar*

My Purple Plate

On Friday I departed on an unknown journey- a journey into the deep wild where the bears and the fish play! (oh boy, I started singing "Home home on the range, where the dear and the antelope play") Our guide was a friend of mine, who claimed camping was just what we all needed. So a few of us (her and I not included) booked off work, packed food and gear and voyaged through back roads to where a camper was set up waiting for us.

However it took us longer to reach or final destination then planned due to a few troubles with meeting time and the canoe which was not so expertly tied atop the truck.
(see the puzzled boys below)



While that vehicle worked away at the canoe dilemma, my vehicle worked away at a tasty treat! And not only did we get to suck away at blue suckers, but we were also able to listen to a larger variety of expertly chosen music. (we were blessed to have the iPod Queen with us!)

Upon arriving at the previously chosen site, with only minor difficulties, we (being the girls, seeing as the boys had found other ways to occupy themselves) proceeded to set up the tent. Seeing as I was dubbed the photographer I was not involved with the erection of the tent, though the process would have gone much more smoothly if I had stepped in . . .

















(and here you see what the boys found to be more gratifying then aiding us with our assembly) There plan was to dig a tunnel right to the door of the tent.















But don't worry- I showed them who was boss!













It was going well though . . . Of course there ended up being some more adventures, including food mishaps

Though what to you expect when you appoint me to bring a meal . . . There is nothing wrong with alphagetti!

All in all, it was a success. I learned that you don't always need to be paying attention in order to catch a fish, wrenches ARE helpful- no matter what others may say, and you need power in order to turn on the lights . . .









*And don't forget to . . . quit while you are ahead*

How Reliable Are These?

You Are Storm

Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene. Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning

Which of the X-Men Are You?

Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Never Ending

A full days work- always up to something with no time for a break- yet at the end of the day it appears and feels as if nothing had been accomplished! Now I know that it feels like to be my mother. Before when I came home from school (in past years, not this one) I'd wonder what she had done all day, cause everything seemed to be just as we'd left it.
But you see, that's the problem, kids just 'leave' so much, that it is impossible for someone to keep up with it all. After nearly a week of being a stay-at-home-single-mom for my 3 younger siblings, I've discovered just how impudent children (no matter their age) can be!

Upon departing for school in the mornings they leave their dirty dishes from breakfast and their lunch from the day before on the counter! Once at school they realize they'd neglected to bring important books to school- they phone and expect you to drop all you are doing and abandon all your plans for the day in order to accommodate them immediately!
When they arrive home they head straight to the TV or computer and proceed to sit there until dinner is served. With not even a simple offer of assistance!

Kids these days expect far to much from others. The mere thought of them doing anything for themselves it heinous, for "working hard at school all day- they deserve a break"
There are, however, parts of the day I've come to thoroughly enjoy. One of those being my walks with the dog, twice a day for at least an hour! It keeps me in shape (though due to a recent plummet down the stairs those walks may be limited for the next few days)! My other favourite time of is shower time! Not only is it peaceful and I am completely on my own, but from in the shower I can not see all that still must be accomplished! (However that does not stop these thoughts from flooding my mind)

*thoughts of incessant tasks to be done shower down upon me, like the water from the faucet*

How Bad Do I Want It?

I could dress like a slut too- walk around flaunting myself for all to see . . . But what would be achieved in doing that? I'd gain new 'friends' and 'popularity', but for what? All for claiming to be someone I'm not? Not only would it be a pointless act, but it would be degrading, and an endeavour I do not wish to partake in.

-enjoying life does not always mean being in the spotlight-

Short and Sweet

The weather calls for rain
I bubble with great anticipation
Oh the unexplainable exuberance that comes from the simple elements of life
The refreshing sensation of rain rolling across my face sends shivers through my body
The invigorating joy received through the touch of rain casts flashes of the past through my mind
All the times of genuine contentment, yet which lasted for mere moments, dance in my mind never to be forgotten

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People are potentially sweet for short times
There are few who become sweeter with time
Trust not what these sugared people say
For you will believe them long enough for them to drive you crazy
And turn all you ever were, and all that ever charmed you- against you
It's inevitable
A way to life
All that was once sweet has been left marinating in others desires
Your passed pleasures become spoiled
Never again to brighten your day

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

The rain, the stars and chocolate
will they one day lack all meaning to me . . .

*hidden from the world, in hopes of surviving another day with my heart intact*

One pass! And one fail?

Today was the day in which I was tested on my driving skills.
A very friendly lady (Teri-Lynn) was my examiner. Once I had completed the test, and past, she informed me that I had 'above average observation' skills and I was to tutor my sister (who had, earlier in the day, taken her G2 test) on these expertise capabilities. And for all those who make foolish propositions that I am an inadequate driver, Terri-Lynn informed me that I am a sensational driver! So HA HA to all those skeptics out there :)

In other news, while my driving test was a success, my other test may not have been.
It all began with the sore throat I awoke with on Wednesday morning. My mom and I thought nothing of it, we often woke up with sore throats in hotels, due to the dry atmosphere. However, the sore throat persisted through the rest of the day and on to the next (which was today). When I told my mother about it, she suggested I tell my father (who just happens to be a physician). He 'did the doctor thing' and checked my throat, and determined I had an 'enlarged thyroid' and needed blood tests?!
I had never given blood before- I had once attempted to donate blood, that is a different story for another time. So this adventure was not one I looked forward to. However, it was one that must be done.

And so I began my trek to the clinic. Actually, my mom drove me- I was too weak to walk to the clinic, even though it was situated around the corner and I am able to see it from the house.

Because it was my first time having to get a blood test, I was given a room to myself and a bed to lie on! I was extremely nervous, but the blood sucker (nurse) was very kind and gentle. And all my thoughts and fears that had flooded my mind from horror stories I had been told in the past, were in vain!

The results should be ready in about a week, and at that point I will have to go visit the doctor who, other then at social events, I haven't seen in about 13 years. It'll be extremely awkward and unpleasant- but must be done (or so I've been told)

-the joys of life often don't last long-

Near Death Experience?

Home at last, though at one point I thought it would never come, and that thought did not come to me while we ran through the Toronto airport in search of our gate (in reality employs should know the way around the airport so as they do not point their customers in the complete wrong direction!)
At times I've had doubts about many peoples constant complaints about transport trucks and their drivers. I had never run into any extreme difficulties concerning them. Until today that is.

We were turning a corner, driving . . . Fast enough, and a transport came at us, on our side of the road! He was not passing anyone or anything. In fact, there were no other vehicles in sight! I did what any logical girl would do, I screamed! Course, that did not change the situation for the space between the transport and I was closing quickly, and there seemed to be little prospect of the transports route changing. So, I used the next best logic I could conjure up in my desperate state- brake and turn on to the shoulder! Thankfully we did not collide (which I'm sure everyone has discovered due to my writing this right now) but my heart was racing and I was in near shock. I would no longer be the one to defend their dignity . . .
Which is a pity, cause I had recently made allies with a transport I had been traveling with.

I have now arrived home, I have completed a few errands and now prepare the house for visitors tomorrow. I have also discovered that I have misplaced some important addresses.
Sorry Meg- they may be a few days late

-the joys of a mother's hectic life -

Continual Twists and Turns in our Path

What is a holiday without an adventure?

First of all it is relaxing and second of all it is nonexistent in my families vacation files.

This holiday surpasses a number of the past 'adventure' we were able to experience. For the past 3-ish days my dad has been in and out of the hospital until he (finally) had surgery this afternoon.
The reason for this is most likely due to a torn retina or something along these lines. The cause of this is unknown but, as far as the doctors are able to tell, have nothing to do with his other medical difficulties he has been presented with these past few months. Thank God!

However, many of our travels and future plans have been put on hold. After his surgery he is not supposed to fly for at least 1 month. So, there goes mom and dads cruise they had planned on taking to celebrate their 25th anniversary (which will take place on 06/6/06 [so all these sudden difficulties should not of been a big surprise, jk]). As for the possibilities in which mom and dad are able to take in order to return home- they are limited.
Until he is released from the hospital and an alternative route to flying can be planned, I will be playing mom to my 3 younger siblings- Hurray! Though i feel this is a position I have been covering since the age of 7.

-could I set a record for the youngest mother ever? or how bout most immature?!-

Lunch with a Private

Today I had the opportunity to see a friend I hadn't seen since grad in June. It brought back a number of memories from highschool days. It's hard to believe that those days were only one year ago (well, for the majority of us). He had a number of stories and new experiences to share. Who thought the Canadian Army could be so interesting . . .

I was very upset with the poor playing of the Calgary Flames this evening. They let down their thousands of fans at the rink as well as everyone in the comfort of their own homes. It seems rather pathetic that a team with then name Flames were beaten to a pulp by the Ducks.
As disappointed as I am, I am completely unable to be agitated by this loss. The Duck's, though I won't ever admit this to a particular person, have a place in my heart, not necessarily because of what they have accomplished as a team, but because of my childhood craze with "the Mighty Ducks" and Joshua Jackson. Who would not have a soft spot for the Ducks if they've ever seen those movies.

Though Calgary lost- the Jays won! . . . so it was not a completely shameful night for Canada.

-Love is when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better then any dream-

Tanning Put on Hold

You’d think with two sisters at home, baby-sitting would not be something i’d get stuck with. don’t get me wrong, i truly do enjoy baby-sitting (when they are not kids from Hell) but it was not what i had planned on doing my fist saturday back in town.
However, as one sister was out of town for a volleyball tournament and the other sick i was their third and final option. so there i was, spending my Saturday evening with a 9 and 7 year old.
We decided to play on the trampoline. Two neighbour boys came over. They (notice how my opinion no longer matters) decided we would play tag-on the trampoline- me being it. So, they stood on the time out tree taking turns charging at me and trying not to get tagged. At one point in time i dove at them from across the trampoline. I took on a wild and uncontrollable rolling action. Unfortunately the trampoline was smaller than i recalled and the turbulent spinning hurled me over the edge and onto a small brick wall.
-OUCH-
I hit my elbow and my leg on the brick wall and a random lawn chair and I hurt my pride. Yet i got back up again. To show my pain in front of children is amiss. I remember as a child, to see a grownup wounded was unnerving. I'd hate to have caused such a frightening experience for them now as their senior.
So now, i suffer from a number of rather large and tender bruises and the memory of a stupid action in front youngsters.

It may be a while before i'm in a bathing suit again

-the joys of being uncoordinated, accident-prone and blonde (i get these superb qualities from my mother)-

Stars

Finally, after little sleep, less food and a substantial amount of sitting I have reached my final destination.
I was delighted to see that nearly my entire family was awake and anxiously awaiting my arrival. Though my brother had begged to be permitted to remain sleepless like the rest of the family, my mother objected. She knew his tendencies all too well, his lack of sleep would only add extra irritation to his actions, something no one wished to cope with the next day. Instead I was able to visit him well he sleptwalk later on that evening. The blank stare and unresponsiveness made our time together short, but extremely enjoyable. Sleep walkers can be exceptionally entertaining at times.

The atmosphere here is completely different than at school, which is not surprising. The 6 people present under this roof, with only a limited amount of visitors per day cannot compare to the ways of dorm. Though, as I sit here I wonder what are those voices that I can frequently hear in the back of my mind and then I realize: I can hear my thoughts! Such a foreign feeling, something I had nearly forgotten since my last time home. Those things which, while in dorm often kept me from this experiment now haunt my mind though. Not with feelings of loathing, but with a longing heart. No more
- constant laughter echoing from the rooms down the hall
- random calling from surrounding rooms
- knocking at the window
- blood curdling alarms from the absent minded girls
- singing from my only neighbour
- persistent humming of showers or toilets being flushed
- sirens and horns from the streets outside

It is almost erie!

Though there is a definite improvement here which is one I have been looking forward to for ages.

Stars

A dark sky shining with millions and billions of stars.
I wonder how I was ever able to survive with such a pathetic excuse for stars during my stay in the city.
I'm puzzled over how city folk are able to exist with such pitiful amounts of stars.
But perhaps, they know nothing better?! Could it be that they are unaware of the true appearance and magnificence of stars?
I think that it should be a requirement for all people to spend time away from the hustle and bustle of the city and to experience true beauty, silence and darkness.

-do you suppose they are equally ignorant of Northern Lights?-

Change Change Change

4 days till I leave for home.
In those 4 days I have to write 2 more exams, study for them, pack up the entire contents of my room, say goodbye to numerous people who have grown very dear to my hear in hopes that I will see them again, and clean my room.
There are half packed bags and boxes situated all around my room, it's depressing, but not nearly as haunting as the increase number of the empty rooms that I am surrounded with.

I hate good byes.

When interrogated about my summer plans, I have nothing to answer with. My plans are presently nothing more then ideas. I've been putting off planning for the summer in hopes that it would not come so quickly.
That plan did not work so well.

I am, however, excited to be going home to see my family and some old friends. Though, I've discovered lately that, missing someone who you have not seen for an extended amount of time is not nearly as painful as missing someone who you have grown accustomed to seeing everyday.
I suppose that after the summer it will be everyone from school who will be the ones who I will have been separated from for a prolonged amount of time and my family and home friends who haven taken their positions as the ones I'm used to seeing.

In any sense . . . I'm really going to miss this way of life, no rules or boundaries to worry about, and visitors constantly dropping by and aiding with my procrastination habits.

-I'm constantly reminded of how change is good, but if we never had to experience it, we'd never know that and we'd bee content with what we have-

and i never will be 20

You Are 19 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Past to Future

Home in dorm again after a refreshing and exuberant Easter long weekend in Lloydminster. How I wish we could return to Canada's 'Border City' and its simple yet pleasant way of life.
Memories flash through my mind of
- real food; how sweet, juicy and overly enjoyable
- hide and go seek in Walmart - first time ever getting evicted from the premises of a public place
- nearly 6 hours of story time (we read the end half of Harry Potter 5 aloud to each other!) We are not nerds . . . :)
- movies, movies, and movies (some more then once)
- kicking shoes into the tree- which most definitely had an affect of the other tree a few feet away which only days later came crashing to the ground (where we had been parked)!
- and just over all good times spent sitting, talking, playing games and making chocolate cake!

Now I sit here, alone in my half empty room. Boxes, both full and bare, surround my desk. My walls, which were once covered in pictures and quotes now appear naked and desolate.
There are however, a few quotes remaining which support my anti-love/anti-guy theme:

"There are easier things in life than finding a good man . . . Like nailing jello to a tree for instance"

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night the ice weasels come"

"Can't eat, Can't sleep, Get butterflies in your stomach- feels great! It's not love, it's someone other then your mom thinking you are cool"

"Some people are like slinkies . . . Not really good for anything, but you can't help but smile when they fall down the stairs"

These quotes have been referred to a number of times throughout the year and used to cheer us up in times of sorrow or wrath towards the opposite sex.
I've collected a number to add to this collection next year:

"If you want me to fall for you, you've got to give me something worth tripping over"

"A heart is not a play thing, A heart is not a toy, But if you want it broken, Just give it to a boy. "

"Don't rush into falling in love, take your time, enjoy the pain!"


I wonder how all this will be for my future roommate, to be forced to see these everyday of her dorm life. She's been with the same guy for years and posts picture of him all over her room . . .Will we be divided just as are choices of decor will be?

-It's hard to pretend you love someone when you really don't,
but it's even more difficult to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do. -

A Response (finally, so sorry)

Ok Leah, here it is . . .

1. Yours is the only car I ever recognize in the parking lots! It's just so unique!
2. Breakaway - by Kelly Clarkson
3. Straightening hair . . . I can't believe you all trusted me with your hair! lol
4. Cowboy hunting + anti-boy club
5. When you came to Dryden ages ago on the summer crew team!!
6. A kitten
7. I dunno, just random questions that well lead to a stronger friendship and further understanding of each other!
8. "There are easier things in life than finding a good man- like nailing jello to a tree for instance" (it's posted on my wall, and I think its true . . . )
9. I think that you should not settle for anything less then perfect . . . God has a perfect plan for you and he will one day place an amazing guy in your life . . . and when you finally meet him, you're going to know why you waited for that perfect one!
10. Time to post!


Justin's turn . . .

1. Justin, last year we were in nearly every drama group together, which rocked cause you knew all the tricks to the lights and technology!
2. monty python and the holy grail
3. lol, oh boy, I remember drama class (not 149, the other one, was it 102?) and you sitting in the audience always yelling at the people who were trying to work the computer! You'd first tell them how it worked, but they never listened to you and you'd get so frustrated!
4. Costco is the quintessential family hangout place!
5. First memory . . . The boy that kept following me around in my drama groups :P
6. A pony
7. Does it bug you that you are attending school the same place as your sister and where both your parents are employed?
8. "If you were meant to fly, God would have given you wings"
9. I think that you are an excellent techy, especially with the lights!
10. This is your part - post!


Last but not least, Miss Alyson . . .

1. You know, you have a very original spelling of your name, I like it, it most definitely fits your personality!
2."Praise You with the Dance" -Casting Crowns
3. Drama class . . . so many good times, that's where I met you, well, got to know you more and I'll always remember those times. (especially the massage circle!)
4. I'm living vicariously through you!
5. In drama class when Krysta and I were asking you questions about a certain boy and whether or not he was available (for a friend, not for either of us) . . .lol
6. Kangaroo - always happy and jumping!
7. I would've just like to get to know you better before you leave . . . But we have little time now . . .Keep in touch!
8. 'Friends are like bras, They're close to your heart and there for support.'
9. I think you are one the most optimistic people I know, you are always happy, always smiling and friendly to everyone. You are very encouraging and I'm going to miss you tons next year . . .
10. Post time . . .

My Name, Your Name

As was previously agreed, I must post this on my blog . . .
it all began with Jenn's blog which read:

so join in my adventure.....give me your name and I will:

1) Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2) I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3) I'll tell you my favorite memory with you.
4) I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5) I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6) I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7) I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8) I'll give you a quote that reminds me of you.
9) I'll tell you something that I think about you.
10) If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.


So, I followed the instructions, and posted my name and Jenn responded with this:

Lauren

1. snow is white. you make snow angels in white snow, not yellow snow, and not hot pink snow.
2. IÂ?m thinking complicated, by avril
3. well, I think when I figured out it was you at the pirates and nijas party. I had no idea.
4. I donÂ?t want to go to choir, IÂ?m going to be late.
5. I met you with the other Ontario folk. IÂ?m sorry youÂ?re from Ontario. west coast rules!!!
6. a white parrot.
7. ummm, I would like to have a conversation with you about boys.
8. itÂ?s on the tip tongueoungue..something about the cafeteria.
9. I think you can do great things.
10. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

And I will now continue on with this . . . if you post your name, i will post similar memories and thoughts I have of you . . .
Dun, Dun, Dun

New Chapter

Another chapter in my life is coming to an end, leaving behind a multitude of unanswered questions.
Don't you despise that! -when there are plots introduced to the reader which are never brought to a satisfying conclusion. The characters seem to be left hanging, with no responses to their conflicts . . .
It drives me into disturbed mental states, often causing uncontrollable thoughts and actions.


My thoughts at this moment rest on what this new chapter may bring.

How many of the characters will return, and how many new ones will be introduced?
Will they be characters worth getting acquainted with, or will they be villains?
Will there be uplifting and stimulating times or will it all turn to despairing and discouraging occurrences?
Where will it take place?

There are countless possibilities for this approaching chapter, and yet no synopsis to prepare us.
Is it worth risking time and energy on . . . or should I attempt to locate a new one to take part in.

So many questions that can only be solved in time . . . but in what amount of time?
It could be hours, days, months, years . . .

-I generally enjoy longer stories, but in this case, I may be willing to make an exception-