Tuesday, January 30, 2007

1000 words . . .

Do you remember those staff photo composites at your high school?

Ours arrived at the office today. My sponsor teacher's the one wearing shades.

. . .

I've decided to take it as a promising sign for the next 3 months . . . . :)

Friday, January 26, 2007

I dreamt that someone was trying to eat my brain.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

look, but don't touch

"I put up pictures everywhere! That makes it so much easier!"

So I tried it.

She is so wrong.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

you say good-bye, i say hello. . .

if my body were a beatles song,
specifically, "i" = my abs/waist. . .
"you" = my breasts,

Why can't we all just get along?


(. . . my ass, alas, is here to stay).

Monday, January 22, 2007

countdown

I start my practicum next week. Scary. Exciting, too, but scary. You know when you're so close to being ready do something, but you get paralyzed at trying to complete the final preparation? That's sort of where I'm at.

You know, I've always kind of scoffed at the idea of the long-distance relationship. But I'm beginning to see where it has benefits. The whole 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' cliche has tended not to manifest itself in my life. Until now. I'm trying not to worry too much about the future, trying not to wish my life away, trying not to fast-forward through all of the opportunities of the present, but it can be difficult. It took me 3 years to get to here. . . and the in-between 3 years were full of surprises and fantastic opportunities. . . even if some mega-frustration in the final year. (Speaking of frustration. . . no, we won't go there. . .).

Still, it's a bit of a surprise to find myself living out some of the other life cliches I've always derided. I worry about that a little. But just because I'm worried about falling into someone else's classification is not a good reason to miss out on something that could be great. It's like when you have a great idea, but then your parents suggest that same idea to you, and it immediately wrecks it because you it feels like they're telling you what to do. . . and I'm trying to grow up and recognize that it's wiser to make choices based on which ones seem to be the best ones, and not on proving that no one else (society/family/whatever) can tell you what to do with your life.

Oh, and the weather's back to normal. Rainy. Great tea and planning weather. Not so much fun waiting-for-the-bus weather.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The weather here has officially gone crazy. I'm beginning to feel like I'm in The Day After Tomorrow. Some other part of BC was getting tornado warnings last week! Trees are flattening people's houses on the island, Stanley Park is half torn apart, half the stoplights were out earlier today, and street signs and other large metal things are randomly askew. It snowed again tonight, but only for about an hour, during which the snow came from every direction imaginable. On the upside, with all this wind, we've been getting some gorgeous sunshiney afternoons in between the bouts of mayhem.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

the problem with boxing week sales. . .

. . . is that you're trying on fabulous, for one-time-in-the-year-in-your-price-range clothing, over your not so fabulous, post-Christmas worst-time-of-the-year baking/wine/chocolate/rum-and-eggnogg inflated ass.

Monday, January 01, 2007

new years resolutions

in 2007, i resolve . . .
  • to manage my budget consistently, rather than freaking out at sporadic intervals
  • to acknowledge and nurture the clean, organized side of me, in school work, volunteer work, and general apartment-keeping
  • to write more real letters
  • to take care of my physical health and well-being by exercising regularly and eating well
  • to spend some time (not procrastination time, but scheduled evening me-time) reading again, and journaling
  • to believe that real love exists . . . and that this might be it
  • and on that note, to start studying Spanish again
  • (and, to go to Mexico next December, regardless of whether my parent(s) whine(s) about it)