Rrrrr...

When I'm told by UVic that I shall be getting me a letter of acceptance/rejection at the end of May, I expect to get that letter by the end of May. And here it is, May 31, and I don't have any mail at all. The closest I have to mail is a flyer for Pizza Hut! And it's not even addressed to me!

At this point, I don't even care if I'm in or out...I just need to know if I'm going to school or not, so that I can tell this to the interviewers for jobs. I have an interview tomorrow at Claire's at Hillside Centre (yeah, I know...more of the same garbage in a mall) and I know they're gonna want to know if I'm going back to school in another few months...and then if I am going back, will I still want to work for them in September?

I hate not knowing what I'm doing in the fall. It makes me feel very unprepared. And in all honesty, ever since I moved to Victoria, I've felt like I've just been floundering around, trying to find something to do that I don't completely hate. Seriously, if I don't get into UVic, I'm going to feel like a Grade A Moron. This is my third time applying to that school. Am I really that dumb?

I love school, and I miss it a lot. I enjoy learning about music and anthropology, and the bits of history I pick up from both of those subjects. Even English can be an awesome course (provided the teacher is also awesome). I miss the interaction with other students with the same kind of interests as me. I miss being on a campus and sitting on the grass between classes, and just enjoying the feeling of sun and wind, and even a little rain. If I had the money, I really think I would become a professional student. I don't like the work force. It's full of cynical, jaded, and ignorant people.

Of course, I'm basing these views on my experience as a sales associate. A position that I don't think gets very much praise or respect. Usually we're the ones that make everyone else's day a little more difficult. You can't return this item or that, mostly due to the fact that the customer forgot something or other, and the policy of the store won't allow us to take it back.

What really burns me is that the lame excuses I end up giving to customers is the same lame excuse I was given.

"We can't take it back because you don't have the original credit card it was bought with."

"But it was a gift from my Aunt in Nova Scotia."

"I'm sorry, but we need the original credit card to do this transaction."

"This is garbage! You're telling me I have to mail this thing all the way back to Nova Scotia just to get the money back?"

"I'm sorry, but the best I can do is give you a credit note."

"But I don't ever shop here!"

"I'm sorry. Would you like to speak with a manager?

I almost always have to rely on the manager to calm this person down, all because I only ever got some vague reason as to why I couldn't use a different credit card. Something along the lines of "You just can't."

But I find that both sides of retail can be just as ignorant and all. It's just not what I like to do. I don't like trying to sell crap to people, and I don't like people trying to sell crap to me. And that's what most of it is- Crap...with a capital "C"!

Take Addition-Elle...all those clothes that they sell is just larger sized clothing for three times the price as anywhere with "normal sized" stuff that looks exactly the same. Do you really think there's that much extra fabric there? There's not.

Anyway, my mom's suggested that I take an insurance course in the fall so that I'm not just bouncing around from one crappy minimum wage job to the next, and actually make some money.

It wasn't my first choice, but it's gotta be better than working at the mall.

It's a Week till my Birthday!

That's right! Only seven days till I turn 22! I'm kind of excited. I still kinda hope that I can come home for the weekend, but I have to see how Sam is doing. I also have to see if Dan will be coming with me or not. He has to work on the Friday, and my ride back to Nanaimo would be on Thursday night, after my last concert of the year.

If I do make it down, anyone who is going to be in Nanaimo please e-mail or call me. I would really like to see everyone this trip. And what better way to do that, then to have a little party?

I've partially given up on having parties for any occasion, due to the fact that no one ever seems to show up. I'll invite 20 people, and 5 will come. It gets a little depressing...Though I do appreciate those five people coming.

Also, Sam has started to ever so slightly move his feet! I'm so excited for him! His left leg seems to be coming along faster than his right, but at least there's progression.

I'll find out closer to the end of the week if I'll be coming to Nanaimo, but please let me know if you'll be available that weekend...it will help me out a ton!

Sometimes, throwing a bunch of stuff in a blender works!

Dan and I bought us a new fangled blender a few weeks ago...And we've gone smoothie crazy!

Right now I'm sipping on a black currant banana smoothie that Dan threw together, and it tastes a lot better than I thought it would. We could work at Orange Julius and be the Head-New-Drink-Thinker-Upper-People.

We've also tried our hands at milkshakes. We made some strawberry ones with real strawberries, and then we tried to make chocolate milkshakes that tasted more like Frosties from Wendy's.

Oh yeah, and Dan found this new game called Gish. We actually both saw a link to it on Penny Arcade, but Dan decided to check it out. The main character, Gish, is a blob of tar, and in the game, his girlfriend is kidnapped. You, as a ball of tar have to navigate through the sewers of the city, battling evil...things...

There's also a sweet versus section, where you and a friend can kick each other's blobtastick butts. It's only for computer, as far as I know, and you have to have the system requirements to play, but it's so much fun!

When Life Hands You Lemons...

So...Um...Sam's slowly getting better. We gave him half a baby aspirin (to thin out his blood a little- he's not in any pain) and started him on his physio three times a day. He seems to be able to move most of his legs now...It's down to his feet. And he can almost pull them under his body now.

I was hoping to write a more positive blog today, as I feel really bad having dished out all of this bad news. Here's what I came up with:

Dan and I went to go see Shrek 2 just before we picked up Sam from the animal hospital. I gotta say, that it was a very sorely needed good laugh. I would definitely see this movie in a theatre again. It was just hilarious. I recommend it to everyone. If you don't laugh at any point in this movie, there's something wrong with you.

Of course, it's got the same people from the first movie- Mike Myers, Cameron Diaz, Eddie Murphy, etc. But it's also got Julie Andrews as Fiona's mother, John Cleese as Fiona's father, and Antonio Banderas as Puss in Boots!

Now, sequels rarely live up to the originals, most of us can agree on that. I really think that this was just as good as the first one. I haven't laughed that hard in a theatre for as long as I can remember!

You MUST see this movie at least once. I will totally be buying this one when it comes to DVD.

...Again I apologize for all the negative posts of late. I don't know about anyone else, but Sam means a lot to me. I imagine that I'm not alone when I say that he's just like a member of my family, and I would be no less upset if it had been one of my sisters or my parents. But I understand if you're sick about reading up on the progress of my cat, and how well he can use the litter box. ;-)

I'll try to keep future posts on his condition down to a paragraph or two and then try to find something else to talk about. Thanks to those who have been patient listened to me vent about this for the past few days.

Physiotherapy for Cats

So Sam is doing better. He can move his legs at the hip, and above the knee, it looks like. We were allowed to bring him home last night. We were told to keep him in a small room, or a large cage. Unfortunately, the smallest room we have is the bathroom, and in all honesty, it's just too small to have a lame cat, his water, food and modified kitty litter box (the sides can't be any more than an inch and a half tall) in such a high-traffic area.

We had to put him in the spare room, which is the only room in the house that he can have a little peace and quiet, as well as not get in our way when we need to move around quickly. The spare room, however, is quite large...and we have a bed in there that we're keeping for a friend. I'm a little scared that Sam will manage his way up there, and then not be able to make it back to the kitty litter in time.

That's another thing...He's able to use the kitty litter. I guess when we brought him in he wasn't able to urinate on his own. Now he can. He seems to be getting a little better daily. But the doctor was worried that we might not have gotten the blood flowing quick enough, and that there might be some tissue damage.

The vet also told us that physiotherapy and massage can help. So we're supposed to give him some physio three times a day. They showed us how to do it, and Sam was even managing to pull his legs away a little.

She also said that baby aspirin would help keep the clot from getting worse. So we have to run to Thrifty's today, and get some. It looks like losing my job helped out my cat a lot. Except for the bill... Ouchie...

Sucky Summer, Continued...

I had to take my cat to the emergency animal hospital last night. Consequently, I didn't get much sleep.

Dan and I were watching a movie and we could hear Sam tearing around the house. That's not unusual. Then we hear a crash, and some quarters that were left in the hallway got knocked over. That's also not unusual. Sam gets into everything, and we generally just laugh and say, "Oh Sam..."

But near the end of the movie, I heard a strange/scary sound. I thought I heard a strangled kind of yelp or something. I went to look for the cat, and I couldn't find him. I spent a good couple minutes searching the house before I found him under my bed. Then I went to pet him, and he seemed OK. His tail was wagging and he was wide awake. But when I went to pull him out from under the bed, he yelped and I got worried. I set him down on the bed and he just kinda flopped over. I tried to stand him up again, but he couldn't stay up. His back legs didn't seem to work. That's when I freaked out.

Dan called his mom, and she drove us to the animal hospital. At first we thought he'd broken his leg. But when we got to the hospital, his tail had stopped moving. When the vet looked at him, she said that she thought there might be a spinal injury. She said she'd take some X-rays and that it would take 30 minutes to get the results.

I cried...a lot...

When she got back to us, she told us that nothing was broken, but that there were three possibilities of what could be wrong. I only remember two of them though. One was, he had a slipped disk, and the swelling had caused paralysis (or maybe a pinched nerve or somthing). The other was that he had a blood clot in the artery leading to his legs. She had to keep him over-night and give him a bunch of meds before she could narrow it down.

We just got a phone call this morning at 7:30. It was the vet to tell us that she thinks it might be a blood clot because his back legs are cooler than his front, and his pulse is weaker in his hind section than in his front. She's put him on blood clot medication, and we're gonna get a call later with better estimate of how much longer he's got to spend at the hospital, and also how much more it will cost.

She also said that it was a guarded prognosis that he'll regain full use of his legs, but when she called, she said that Sam was doing a lot better. That he was sitting up better (when last night, he couldn't sit up at all) and that his tail was wagging again.

Unemployed.....Again....*Sigh*....

Yup, Addition-Hell fired me today. Not even any notice, just "It's not working out. You'll get paid for today, but you don't work here anymore. Please clean out your locker and return your discount card."

It's not even like I enjoyed working there anyway. But if I don't find something soon, my summer's going to be completely screwed. I really wanna go to my cousin's wedding, but if I don't have any money, then I'm pretty much stuck, really...

I don't know what I'm gonna do. I really feel like all of Victoria hates me and is telling me to move back to Nanaimo. All I need now is a rejection letter from UVic to confirm that. If you remember from an earlier post, you'll see that Summer is the season of sucky changes for me.

"Happy Birthday, Diane! You're unemployed and broke!"

The thing about getting laid off/fired is that you have all of this free time, but no money to enjoy any of it.

:-P

"Rose...Where are you Rose?"

~George- Ninja Champion

No one has probably ever seen this movie. It's a terrible Ninja movie that Ward bought for me for Christmas. As I've said in a previous blog nothing makes me laugh as hard as when Ward and I watch a bad movie together. Mostly it's the commentaries the two of us come up with as we watch. For instance, the above quote happens when the phone rings, and George answers it.

George: Hello? Who is this?

Female voice: It's Rose.

George: (lowering the phone from his ear slowly with a dreamy look on his face)(whispers) Rose...

*Short flash-back of George and Rose having fun camping*

*Back to present (you can no longer see the phone in the shot)*

George: (whispers) Where are you, Rose?

Well, I assume he's still got the phone in his hand and he can just ask her, as she's probably still on the line, waiting for some kind of a response.

Anyway, Ward, his new girlfriend, Ayla, Dan and I all watched this the other night, and we all just laughed as hard as we could at it. It was my second time watching it, and the end still doesn't make any sense. I still don't know if Rose died half-way through the movie or not. All of a sudden she has a twin sister that comes out of nowhere and is never really explained. People are even whipped with shoe laces! And they look like they're in pain!! Well, I'd be in pain too, if I had been in this movie.

Anyway, Ward and Ayla couldn't stay as long as they would have liked. They were supposed to be going to a wedding the next day, and this guy made their trip as impossible as one person could make it. He didn't even want to really go (at least that's what I gathered from the conversation) Anyway, they had to leave super early in the morning after not getting to our place until 11:30 or so that night. And then no one got to bed until like 2:00 in the morning anyway. Oh well...Next time...

Oh yeah, and Ward's new girlfriend is super-cute, and they look so happy together. Especially Ward. Every time he talks about her he gets really happy and sorta giddy. I'm happy for him, cuz he seemed kinda depressed for a while...All seems to be well now though. I think he's one of my favourite people, so I'm really glad he's happy! :-)

I kinda sound like a gossipy 12 year old, so I think I'm gonna stop this blog here.

So. Very. Bored.

My God it's been boring. I don't have much to do these days except go to work and then come back home. Dan got a new game, so he's been pretty involved in that lately.

I lost my favourite blouse today too. I was on my way home from work, and I was hot, so I took my blouse off (I was wearing a tank underneath, you perverts) and hung it over my purse. Then I bought an iced cafe mocha. I guess while I was busy drinking/eating my treat to myself, the blouse somehow slipped off my purse. I didn't even know it was missing till I was out of the mall, and part way home.

So I went back to the mall and retraced my steps. No good. It was gone. I left my name and number at the lost and found, and that's all I could really do. I've had that blouse for years, and it was my absolute favourite! It never wrinkled no matter what you did to it, and it was one of those classic styles that never looks old. Dammit! I'm so mad I lost it!

It looks like my weekend may pick up however. Ward and his new girlfriend are coming to Victoria tomorrow, and he might be crashing at my place. YEAH! I'm really excited now too. No one ever comes to see me! I can't wait to see him either! I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever. In fact I don't think I've seen him for a month or so. That doesn't sound long now that I've written it out, but it sure feels like it's been longer. Maybe we'll finally get to watch some "Ninja Champion!" Hahaha....

For anyone not in on the joke, Ward and I watched this horrid Ninja movie he bought a year or so ago, and for Christmas, he bought me my own Ninja movie. It's freaking hilarious. Every time someone gets nekkid, a magical mist fills the room. Hahaha....So so funny.

Watching bad movies with Ward is one of the greatest things in my life. I always laugh so hard. I miss him...I have to formulate some kind of plan that gets me to Nanaimo more often...Or him to Victoria more often...

So Extreme, it's X-treme!

This is what Dan bought for Sam. You have to admit, this seems pretty extreme for a cat. Oh well, it's Dan's money! And it is awfully entertaining to watch...But...You know in some ways I have the mentality of a cat....Ooohh...something shiney!

My Cat is Officially Spoiled Rotten!

You know, it's damn sad when your cat has better drinking water than you do. Today Dan decided to buy Sam a fancy water dish that filters the water, has it flow over a dome (so that there is constantly running water) and then into a dish. Then the water starts the whole loop again.

We don't even have a water filter! We just drink it strait from the tap. Which is what Sam prefers to do. Damn that cat. I even said in a rare moment of insight while in the pet store, "You know, cats are like little kids: You buy them the fancy toys, and they'll play with it for a while and then all they'll want to play with is the box." So we get it home and we clean it, and fill it with water, and get it running. Sam is interested in it for all of 5 minutes. Then he goes and plays in the box.

AND HE STILL WANTS TO DRINK FROM THE TAP!!!

He sits on the counter and whines and whines. Stupid cat! :-P So now every time he gets up there, we pick him up and put him in front of his new, awfully expensive water dish. Then he just walks away. Damn him...

Other than that, Dan's mom got a new hot tub, and we got to go check it out tonight. Pretty sweet! Now all I need is a friend with a pool, and I'll be set for the summer.

Also, Dan's dad gave us a really sweet digital camera, with a zoom, and a ton of memory cards. But we don't have a wire to connect it to the computer, which kinda sucks. I don't know if we're allowed to keep this camera, or if it's on loan, so I'm kinda nervous about taking it and using it too much. I'd feel awful if it got broken or something.

But now I'll be able to take all the pictures I want! Too bad I don't have any special occasions coming up to take pictures of.

My House is on the Internet!

As I've said before, or landlord is selling our house. We've been told today that there will be people coming to look around on Saturday, and possibly tomorrow. That means I have to get my butt in gear and get cleaning.

Now everyone can see our loverly home! We live on the upper floor, therefore, all the pics of the upper floor are of our suite at it's very cleanest. It doesn't look like that right now, though. I might be up late tonight. And I have to work in the morning too. I wish I could have had more time.

Check out the room with the lonely looking rocking chair in it. We just don't use that room. The ceiling's just too low. Seriously, it's like five feet tall in there. And it's supposed to be a bedroom. I can't even stand up strait in there. Dan can...But he's short. ;-P

Clean humour is so rare now...

You know what makes me happy?

Homestar Runner. If you've never heard of this site, I strongly encourage you to check it out. Now. GO!! NOW!!

It's the best site on the internet, folks. I laugh every time I go to this site. If you need a pick-me-up, this is where to go. What's awesome is that all the humour is totally clean. No swearing, no dirty jokes. It's just sheer funny. The site has a weekly update of e-mail questions that the character, Strong Bad, answers. It's always hilarious.

Some of my personal favourites (as far as cartoons go) are the Teen Girl Squad, all of The Strong Bad E-mails...Oh, who am I kidding? I love this whole fringgin' site!

Are you still reading this? GO! GO NOW!!

Ah-HA!

There we go! All the links work now, so you can use the ones off to the side.

Sweet, sweet victory!

Issues

Hey, I'm still trying to figure a couple of things out with this new lay out. I'm finding that some of the links to the side here aren't working. If you wanna read any of my old posts that aren't on this page, go to the archives. At least they're working.

Oh yeah, you can leave comments on my blog now too! So feel free to do so below.

Hmm...Killy...

So, as I said last night, I watched Kill Bill Vol. 1 for the first time. I can't believe I didn't see this earlier! It was just fantastic! I don't suggest it for people who don't like seeing a lot of blood, though it's so over done that it reaches comic proportions. There is no possible way that a human body can spray that much blood all over the room! Hahahaha... Dan and I had a good laugh over a lot of the fight scenes for that reason. But, my GOD. The fight scenes were spectacular at the same time. Just awesome!

I get the very strong feeling that this movie was set up just like it was a live-action anime. There's even a sequence totally done in anime. But I like that style. All I can say now, is that I have to, have to, HAVE TO see Vol. 2 now. I would love to see it on the big screen, but I think I may have missed my chance. It was out a month or so ago, so I don't know what theatres may still be playing it. I'll have to take a look.

I'm really glad I rented this movie. It's finally pulled me out of my funk from earlier this week, and my train wreck of an audition on Friday.

So Fancy!

Hey, check out the new design! Awesome, eh?

I'll write more later. Watching Kill Bill Vol. 1.

Wee!

Double Sigh...

I honestly can't believe how badly today went. Nothing went right.

What's worse, is that it started before I even got to the Shcool. I had a dream that I woke up and realized that I had slept in and totally missed the audition. When I actually did wake up, I was in such a panic, that I leapt out of bed and immediately had a shower. I actually ended up being ready to go half and hour before I thought I'd be ready.

Then I walked to UVic. The walk itself was fine. I went over the songs in my head, tried to work out some of the kinks, and I felt OK. I got to UVic, and was shown where my audition would be, then I was shown where I could practice and warm up. That was fine. Then I was informed that I wouldn't get to see my accompanist before my audition. I wouldn't get to see him till I was in the room, ready to go. I had a moment of panic, and then I thought, "He's an accompanist. This kind of stuff happens. At least he knows the pieces. They told me they'd give him the music to look over before hand."

So I get to my audition, and that's where everything fell apart. I finally met my accompanist, and he informs me that he doesn't have my music. He never received it at all. And do I have any of it with me? Luckily, yes...But most of it's not in order, as I was mostly going over the parts I was having difficulty with. I spend 3 or 4 minutes organizing music, and in the end I could only find 4 of the 6. The adjudicators say that's fine, and I start. I make it through the first song OK, and the pianist is doing a pretty good job for never having seen the music before.

Then the second song. I make it most of the way, and then the music ends up falling all over the floor, and screws up the piano. It ends like a plane full of people with the engines malfunctioning and the passengers screaming to whatever God they believe in, as it heads right for a cliff face.

They end up having me sing a third and final song. One I think I'm fairly good at. I screw it up and forget which verse I'm on. As a final insult, my voice craps out on me on the final note of the song.

Then I cried.

At my interview, I'm told my grades are good, and the lady seems to like me. But..Oh no. They never got my second letter of recommendation. My boss at Subway forgot to mail it. Beautiful!

Right after the audition, I head to Subway to find out what happened. My boss isn't there, so I have to call him. He tells me that he wasn't told he had to send the letter anywhere. That's right. I wanted him to type me up a letter of recommendation for the School of Music, and then keep it in his drawer. Don't bother sending it in. I just wanted to see if you could use a word processor!

Then it rained on me. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had brought a jacket with me.

GRRRRRrrrr....

What a terrible day.

Sigh...

Welp, I've got my audition at UVic tomorrow, and I hope I don't collapse into a pile of nervous blubbering....stuff.

I think I'll do OK. I know the songs (mostly), and I know when and where. I've sent in all of the documents and sheet music they've asked for. So really, if I don't make it this time, I'm worthless and should look into another line of work. ;-) Well, put more simply, I won't have anyone to blame for this monumental day but myself. I just hope I don't have to blame anyone or anything.

I've been practicing my but off all week, and I'm still having some difficulties. The words to one song don't want to stay in order, and I can't seem to get the hang of an entrance into the other. The other's are pretty much fine. So if the adjudicators just ask for two of my other songs, then I should be fine. Isn't that great? They ask me to prepare six pieces, preferably in different languages, and also contrasting to one another...And they're only going to listen to two of them. I don't even get to pick the ones I sing for them, so I may just sound horrid if they pick two that don't happen to be my strongest.

I don't even know what I'm going to wear!!

WWWAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!!#$%

The G-Mail

So far this new GMail account looks like it's gonna kick all kinds of ass!

A little comparison:

* Hotmail's free account gives me 2MB of space for all of my messages. If I wanted to pay them, I can get an extra 100MB.

* G-mail gives me 1000MB free storage, period. I never have to delete my messages again!

* Hotmail is littered with pop-ups and ads.

* G-mail has none of that. Only relevant text related ads. But totally non-intrusive.

I know I sound like a walking advertisement for them, but I honestly can't believe that I get this much storage for free! In most other respects, it's set up a lot like Hotmail, but simpler. Seriously, it takes me forever to find anything on Hotmail. Just looking for an old message takes me 10 minutes sometimes. G-mail just has an archive system. You just type in what you're looking for, and BAM. All set. Though truthfully, I haven't had a chance to use that function yet. I need more people to e-mail me!

filet.o.trout@gmail.com

C'mon!!

DO IT!!

However, this shiny new e-mail isn't open to everyone yet. They're still working the bugs out. I just got one because I'm special!

No, actually, it's because I've got a blog at Blogger.

"My mouth tastes like...E-mail!"

~Strong Bad, Homestarrunner.com

So, for the first time since I've had an e-mail account, I've decided to get myself a new one. The people here at Blogger have been offering me a new e-mail account for a while now, and my friend, Kerrie sounds like she likes it. You get tons more storage than Hotmail, and I hate deleting my messages, so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Help me test it out! E-mail (or should I say G-mail?) me at filet.o.trout@gmail.com

I'll still keep my old account, for messanger and stuff, but I'd really like it if you guys tried this new one for a while.

Beautiful Holiday

I haven't written in days and days. And the reason is that I spent my weekend in Nanaimo. Sorry to those I didn't get a chance to see while I was there. It was mostly a visit for Gwen's wedding, and then I spent the rest of the time visiting with family whom I never seem to get to talk to when I come home for weekends. Most of the time I end up spending all my time with a few people, and then going back to Victoria saying to myself, "Ah, crap! Wanted to give *insert your name here* a call! I never get to see him/her!"

Chalk it up to procrastination, I guess.

Anyway, the wedding was wonderful. Gwen looked very nice, and so did her groom, Eric. The ceremony was a little hard to hear because we were pretty close to the waterfront, and there was construction. But all was good. Gwen looked very happy.

Then I got to go to the dentist (whoopee). They cleaned my teeth, and then took some X-rays, blah, blah, blah. You know the drill (HAHAHAHA...Terrible pun!!!). Everyone was looking at me kinda weird, cuz I was still wearing my dress from the wedding. I got a lot of comments about how I was over-dressed for the dentist. Oh well, I wasn't there long.

There was still some time before the reception, so Dan and I went to his Grandparents' house. They're very nice people. His grandpa's going deaf though, so it was a little hard to talk to him. But he liked to talk anyway. He had all kinds of interesting stories to tell. He was in World War II so he told us some of his stories about then. He was also a parole officer, so he told us some of those stories as well. I also got to see baby pictures of Dan and his brother. Awwww! So cute!!

His grandma was a little quiet, and spent most of the time just sitting and listening. She told us she had no interesting stories. She was super-sweet though.

After that, we went to the reception and had dinner. My GOD was that ever a great dinner! The caterers were awesome. Both the chicken and the roast beef were amazing! It was so tender and juicy! *Drool* OK, I'm fine now.

We stayed for the dinner, and the speeches, and the gift opening. There was even a little dancing (very little...no one seemed interested in dancing). After that, we took off, and headed to Jim's. I was still in my dress, and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I really wanted to change, but we went to Jim's anyway. After about an hour there, I was finally able to go home and change. We spent an hour or two there, and then Jim, me, and Dan all went for a walk on the waterfront at Swyalana (sp?) It was still really warm too. We talked about philosophy and crazy things, and Red Dwarf, and generally just had fun. I haven't had a good conversation with friends like that in a while. I really missed it.

All too soon, we all went home. Dan had to leave the next day, and I stayed and extra day to see my family, and hang out with my sisters. It was good. We did a little shopping, and I found some new work clothes and also the coolest duckie pillow evar!! My mom bought them for me and called them early birthday presents.

Speaking of which, only a month and a day till my 22nd birthday! YEAH, BABY!!

Bonnie and Nick took me home Sunday afternoon, and then we went about getting their car out of our driveway. Soon after that, my fantastic weekend was over. I was so tired I took a nap almost as soon as I got home.

There was more, but I wanna make sure it's OK to divulge that information before I tell too many people.