I had things to report, really

All day I meant to write something on here. But every time I get the chance I don't remember what it was I was going to say. Go figure.

Weird. There's a glass of juice on top of my clock radio and it's not mine.

Anyway, so I had things to talk about, really. But I don't remember then so instead I'll just write whatever thoughts pop into my head.

I woke up early today. Like, an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. My plan was to go to the gym, then the mall and then the store at 1. I had everything all ready to go to the gym and then I got a phone call. It was work phoning to see if I could come in early. How early, I ask. ASAP was the answer. So I packed all my stuff up and figured I'd hit up the gym after work. And then I looked out the window. Total whiteout. Great.

I get in my car, you know, the one that I'm afraid to drive because of the busted rad fan. But considering James tells me that it's safe to use as long as I'm moving and it's crazy windy outside I guess I can handle that one. I drive up my laneway, and turn left onto the road. And can't see ANYTHING. Nothing. Not at all. So I start moving, and sometimes I can catch a glimpse of the yellow line thats totally buried under ice. Let me tell you, it was scary. It took me almost 15 minutes to get up to the highway, which is normally a 5 minute drive, if that. Once I got to the highway it was a bit better, but not much. The whole drive to work took about 25 min longer than normal. Ick.

I came home early from work, decided to forgo the gym because if I was going to go in the ditch (which would be like, the millionth time this year) I wanted to do it while people I knew were awake. But the drive home wasn't too bad.

Tomorrow I get to take pictures of kids. I'm SO excited. *looks around shiftily* It's grade 8 kids I think, who are far less amusing than the kinderkids.

Oh, speaking of the Kinders, they are just too cute for words. I'm going to make an attempt to record or at least remember all the cute things they tell me when I'm there. So far my favorite is this little kid with a stutter/lisp. Now, usually I get the kids to say things like "smarties" or "monkey" or "cookies". One of my lines is "fuzzy pickles". So I say to this little guy, "okay, billy, say fuzzy pickles!" and he goes "fuckin pickles..fuzk..fuzzy pickles?" and I had to keep from bursting out laughing...

My mind has been all over the place lately, and I find myself thinking about a particular person lot. Though I think about them a lot as is, I've been thinking lately about whether or not they think about me. Little things I see, or do, or hear, they cause random memories to pop into my head. And I wonder, does this happen to him? I have no idea. And I want to ask. But maybe I shouldn't? I don't know. I'm supposed to play it cool, and just let things happen. And thats what I'm doing, but I have so many questions.

I'm watching Scary Movie 4... I want these moments of my life back. And this was the best thing I could find.

I should go to bed soon, I have a long day ahead of me. Only 3 more days til my birthday! That's exciting. I'm not so excited about getting older, but excited about just having a birthday. I love birthdays. And not just mine, everyone's.