Good Day, for the most part

Today was a pretty good day, for the most part.

I went to court today to deal with my careless driving charge... and the result was more than I hoped for! I had to meet with the prosecutor and basically discuss what was going to happen. So he shows me this stack of papers, all the "evidence" and then tells me that when they looked at it all, it seemed like a pretty weak case, so they contacted the police officer that had given me the ticket. She'd then written a memo to the effect of because there wasn't any damage, and the road conditions were bad, to please drop the charges against {me} and sorry for the inconvenience. So the prosecutor says to me "Well, looks like all the charges have been dropped, and it was worth your while coming in today".

SWEET.

I got up and packed this morning. I put everything into a duffel bag and a laundry basket, a backpack and a few boxes/bins and crammed it all in my car. I should take a picture of it tomorrow before I leave. My bike is in the back seat and there is random things crammed in all around it.

Planning on leaving here around 8:45 am... that way I can pick up Cartmell and get on the road by like, 9:30 and be in Ottawa around 2:30/3ish.

OH! I found out the most fantastic news! I don't have to work a Sunday all summer! The store I'll be working at doesn't open on Sundays... which is just fantastic. AND I don't have to work past 8 any day of the week. It cuts down on my hours, but at the same time, it's summer and I don't want to have to work my summer away. I just hope I don't go broke!

I'm sad to leave some stuff behind here though. Just when I meet someone I'm interested in I'm leaving. But we'll play that one by ear. The "I'm going to call" and then actually doing it success rate is about 10% right now, so I'm not holding my breath. It's too bad though, it's something that could be good...

I'm going to miss the A Team as well.. Ange and I have fun going out... But the A Team can always exist in Ottawa too... she just has to come visit... Hmmm..

I should get to bed... Have to get up early and I have lots of driving tomorrow.

Last Weekend Here... *sad face*

I'm sad tonight... it's my last weekend here at home and I'm really going to miss people here. Serves me right for taking off to avoid problems... bah!

Seriously though, I know Ottawa is going to be good, I know I'm going to have lots of fun... but at the same time I've learned a lot about who my friends are and who cares about my presence and all that.

Friday night was my bar night and I invited my work friends and whoever was around. It was really nice to see a bunch of people come out from work. The group was a bit eclectic, but thats alright... it was really nice to know that the people I work with are more than just co-workers, they are friends too. I was at the bar in Waterloo until just after 1, and then I left to go home and got a call from Ange saying I should come up to Listowel. So I did... drove up there and made it to Mo's just before last call.

That was fun too... that cute boy I met last weekend was there with Ange, and he apologized for not calling.. we went out to Tim's after leaving the bar and then I drove him back to his car where he told me he'd call me after he was done working on Sat.

Sat was spent stacking my clothes (nothing to pack them into yet) and getting various things ready for taking to Ottawa. Bailey and I went picking leeks back in the bush behind my house (A childhood activity that we still try to do each spring) and then I came back home to get ready to go out. Bailey and I made our way up to Ange's house to wait for her to get ready and amused ourselves with things in her living room... like the car phone.

Got to the bar and a country band was playing. *gag* But I figured whatever, it'll still be a fun night, and it was. The boy didn't come out, and that made me slightly sad since he hadn't phoned me to do dinner like he'd promised and then didn't come out to my going away thing, but I figured there was a good explanation.

Ran into a random friend at the bar, a guy I'd met on ICQ about 8 years ago. It was pretty funny, actually. I haven't seen him in like, 6 years, and the last time was when he brought a bunch of people to a party at my house.

Worked my last shift at the store today, and had a customer bring me flowers! It was so nice of him! Last week he'd come in with his computer to get me to help him with some stuff and came in today to tell me how much he appreciated it and brought me some exotic flowers. It was cute.

Went out for wings with Deb from work, that was fun too. She didn't come out on Friday night, so she and I made plans for tonight. I love wings. Mmmm.. It was fun to hang out outside of work though, and we do Morty's every 6 weeks or so...

Came home and went out for coffee with Bailey, Ange, and Trishelle. And while I was pulling into the parking lot my phone rang and it was the boy... ooo! He told me he was coming out for coffee... poor guy, got a major dosage of us girls, but he did well. He tells me he's going to call me tomorrow and we'll get together before I leave. He told me he's going to come visit me in Ottawa this summer... who isn't going to visit me!? Hehe.

Only 36 hours til I leave, or something like that.
*sad face*

Pictures from the weekend

Packing :: Fun times had by all at Alanna's roast ::

I HATE packing.

You'd think for someone that likes to go places so much I could get over the whole packing situation. But no. HATE it.

I packed for Australia the night before. And that consisted of throwing clothes into my suitcase and then going "what the hell did I bring?!"

I started packing my stuff up for Ottawa today. Well, more like stacking. I don't have anywhere to put my clothes yet, so I have just started piling them on my couch in my room and when I find a vessel in which to get them to Ottawa (no, the trunk of my car just won't cut it, I don't think) I'll put 'em in to it.

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Last night I invited a bunch of people out to McMullan's in Waterloo for some drinks to hang out with me before I leave for Ottawa. It was fun times, a bunch of people from work came out as well as a bunch of other random friends.

I entertained everyone with stories of crazy people on public transportation talking to me and stuff like that, while everyone else entertained themselves by making fun of me. What else is new?

I was going to make my way towards Phils, but at some point decided that I was going to go home to my own bed so I stopped drinking. As I was leaving, Ange sent me a text message, said that I should come up to Listowel and see her and Ryan at the bar. So that's what I did. I think I set a new record making it from Waterloo to Listowel... Met them at the bar there, had a beer and then we went to Tim Horton's and got a coffee before I came home again to crawl into my nice warm bed and sleep in...

New Shoes - Divorced - Argh! - Whoot!

I bought new shoes today. They are freaking ADORABLE. Yes. Very much so. Actually, I bought some yesterday too... I got a bogo deal on 'em (Buy one get one half off)... One's this cute pair of Airwalks that are the little slip on types... and my silly little foot cover things serve a purpose in 'em. The others are these fantastic green sneakers that are mesh and just cute beyond words.

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Today I got a divorce. It was my last day shooting for Jostens for this year, possibly EVER! (That's pretty hard to imagine right now, actually)... and I took my equipment out of my car, placed it in the office and said "YOU DON'T CONTROL ME ANYMORE!"... I can put things in my car again! It's pretty awesome. I'm stoked. 4 trips it takes me to unload all my gear when I'm shooting grad pictures. ... blech!

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I've been stewing over my thoughts from last night. Yes, it's just another thing on the list of "problems" I create to amuse myself. I know this. But at the same time, I feel validated for it all.

At this particular point maybe I'm pretty happy I'm going to Ottawa because maybe none of this is worth my efforts and I'm seeing something that isn't there. I don't know. I probably should have just gone ahead and taken the initiative and gotten his number, not relied on someone else to be the middle man.... argh!

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Whoot!! I found out yesterday that a friend of mine, Brian, is moving to Ottawa as well! He's moving up next week, the day after me! I'm SO stoked about this. Just having a familiar face in Ottawa will be nice... even though I already know a bunch of people... but someone who knows the "me" from home, not the "me" who went to school up there. AND it's someone who knows what May 2-4 is all about, so maybe I'll have someone to do something with. This was probably my favorite of things that happened yesterday. Oh man! STOKED!

Walking Into The Wind

I'm feeling strange tonight. Well, maybe most of the day. I feel like no matter what I'm trying to do, what progress I'm trying to make, it's like I'm walking into the wind... each step is a struggle and it's one step forward, two steps back.

It may have started with an email today that was meant to be encouraging, but instead I took it as my point was being missed.

YES. I like to dwell on things. THAT'S just who I am.. but it's a hobby of mine!!! Anyone who knows me KNOWS that I am a drama queen. I make up drama. ALL the time. And it's worse when I'm bored or feeling stuck. Like now.

I seem to have a rotating roster of things to think about lately, most are non-issues with no definitive end, but rather things that are "problems" of the moment... like "Is he gay? Cuz that would explain a lot... except for that other night" or "Even though I'm leaving, why won't that guy I met the other day call?" or maybe "oh my god, I hope I never see that weirdo dude that stopped me on my bike the other day ever again".

One of my favorites has got to be "Will I ever be truly over ______". Or "Does _______ ever think of me?" And possibly "Can I move on not knowing what will happen?"

Sometimes I think I'm afraid to move on. I think I'll never meet someone that will fill that void (for lack of a better word). And if I meet someone, what will happen down the road? But then theres days where I am ready to move on, I see a reason to move on, and something happens that prevents me from that... someone tells me I'm not ready.

It's a catch 22. And it's driving me nuts.

I got an email last week that didn't really say anything, but said it all, and then I get one today that made me feel like maybe my intentions are being misinterpreted. "Live your life" it said... THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO!!! My "life" is complicated... and that's because I create complicated situations so that I have something to do. It's who I am!

I meet someone, the first person in a long time that might have potential... and the person who initially encouraged it is now blocking the way because she's afraid my inability to get over something will hurt this person. "You're leaving, so what's the point?" "I'm coming back," I say, "and I just want to get to know him, I'm not saying I want to marry him!"...

For a few days I've been sad that I'm leaving for Ottawa... but I think I'm back to being glad I'm going. Fresh start, right?

ई'म गोइंग तो टाईप थिस सेंटेंस इन हिंदी... मय नामे इस अलान्ना। ई ऍम अ ड्रामा कुईं।

PS: Vindication from my horoscope: You seem more erratic now, for your emotions are very close to the surface. You are likely showing more of yourself than you even realize, and the sudden shifts are reflected in not-so-subtle ways as quickly as your moods change. It's not necessary to be in total control. Try letting those close to you know that you are moving through some rough waters and could use their support.

"Foot Covers"

Yesterday I went to Shoppers Drug Mart to buy some "foot covers", which are essentially socklets that are good if you're wearing shoes you wouldn't normally be able to wear regular socks with. This way your feet don't stink quite so bad... in theory

Now, I bought 2 pairs, each was $2.99, so not too bad, at least I didn't think so.

WEIRDEST THINGS EVER.

The pair I wore yesterday, they were SO tight that I felt like I was part of ancient chinese culture and I was binding my feet to make me more attractive. My toes hurt by the end of the day.

Today I wore the other pair, the ones in the pictures, and they are much more confortable... they are the "delux" model, I think, with foam padding on the soles and a little rubber thingy on the heel to keep 'em from slipping down.

Kate and I had a giggle fit over the whole concept of these things... like, nearly wet our pants...

Theory 1: Someone found a new way to recycle used nylons.

Theory 2: A new form of chinese foot binding.


Anyway, they are absolutely ridiculous and silly.. but maybe Ill own shoes one day that make sense to wear 'em in....

A-Team Strikes Again

Last night was wholy amusing. I love the A-Team, Ange and I crack me up. Yes, I have succeeded in being something that amuses myself.

We went to a buck 'n' doe in Wellesley because Ange wanted to go and needed moral support. I didn't know anyone, but it was still fun times. Saw lots of people Ange knows, I got introduced to them all and then promptly forgot who was who. I think we got there at like 9, and then stayed til 12:30 when we were supposed to meet Rob in Listowel. (Rob's our friend who we amuse with our shenanagins)

Ange decided that I was going to drive back to Listowel, and so that we did, me driving her sporty little Grand Am that she got last week. We made it back to Listowel around 1:15 and went to Mo's, the apparent new exciting bar in my life. (It's just so convenient!! )

Saw Ange's old roomie Gibby, and then seconds later Ange introduced me to her friend Ryan, a cute boy with silly hair and a nice smile (all criteria met!). We stood there talking and every time someone else came up, he introduced me as something different, be it Eleena, Elaina, Anastascia, Fantasia, Alezra.... the list goes on. It was very amusing.

I asked him a hypothetical question about whether he would hit on a girl on a bike, but he took it as "hit a girl" and then proceeded to tell me that he was going to run me off the road on my bike so that he could be the gentleman and drive me home after... it was so random.

But I haven't laughed so hard in AGES. It was a great time. Stood around talking about this that and the other thing, while he spit out some pretty smooth lines. When the bar closed and they kicked us out, he asked Ange if he could walk me back to her house, where my car was waiting. So we walked back to her house, about 8 blocks or so and then around the block at her house before I gave him a ride back to his car and then I went home. Before he got out he goes to me "Can I call you?"
Yup.
"Can I email you?"
yup
"Can I visit you?"
Yup - but I'm leaving in...
"Thats all I needed, 3 yups!"

So we'll see if he remembers one of my names and asks Ange for my contact info.

Of course things get interesting before I leave, eh? Hmmm

I think this is the beginning of an INTERESTING summer...

Theme Song for Alanna

Ange dedicated this song to me yesterday, and as much as I'm not a huge fan of the country music, the words were there and they said it all...

Tennesse - The Wreckers

I never had all the answers
I never had enough time
But I sure had all the reasons
Why you weren't what I wanted to find

I never laid all my cards out
You just wanted to play
The king he waited on my doorstep
While the joker and me went on our way

Chorus:
Maybe I was much too selfish
But baby you're still on my mind
Now I'm grown and all alone
And wishing I was with you tonight
'Cause I can guarantee
Things are sweeter in Tennessee

These days everything is all business
Never in ONE place for too long
And there's no lack of arms around me
But I still wonder if somewhere I went wrong

[Chorus]

In tennessee
And I'd wish on every star in theSouthern sky
For that man and our life
If I did not think that

[Chorus]

Yes, I can guarantee
Things are sweeter in Tennessee

Only I Meet Random People on a Daily Basis

Camille likes to make fun of me because a lot of the people I meet and hang around I've met completely at random. I might just start talking to them when standing around drinking coffee, or in my store, or wherever.

Today wasn't any different.

It was a beautiful day, first nice day we've had in a while, and I decided that, even though I'm sick, I'd go for a bike ride up the road and back. I stopped in and had a pop with Jer up the road on my way back, and then continued on my way home. A few cars passed me and I thought nothing of it, because really, why would I?

Then this car, same car as mine actually, slows down beside me, the guy says something like "It's a nice day for a bike ride, eh?" and I say "Sure is!" I assume he wants directions or something. So I kinda stop, he stops and starts talking to me, starting up a conversation. I'm not really sure what to do at this point, because mainly, I'm terrible at telling people to leave me alone.

He pulls over up ahead and we start talking. I basically get this guy's whole life story! His name is Al (hahaha made me think of Allan, the principal up in Mt. Forest that loves me because we have the "same" name) and he's a water purification systems salesperson, and owns his own moving company in London, which is where he lives. He saw Conestoga Lake for the first time today, and took pictures of it. Also, his ex girlfriend is the daughter of the first woman who worked at the Labatt brewery in London, and they dated for 3 years. I got a lesson on water, and learned all about how me biking while sick is good for me.

What I don't understand is why someone would pull over to talk to a girl on a bike. Especially since it's not like I look GOOD while sweating and huffing and puffing my way up the road.

But for some reason I gave this random dude my REAL number, I never do that, and got his. He also gave me his email, apparently I might want to email him? Who knows. I guess I figured that since I'm leaving for Ottawa in a few days I'm safe....

I don't expect this to go anywhere. I'm not interested in someone with the same name as me who drives the same car as me....

Weird. Just weird.

one of those days

Ever have one of those days... not the bad days, but the days where nothing really happens but you're left feeling content, or at least justified in your thoughts?

Today was one of those days and it was interesting.

Yesterday I had a discussion with a friend at work about things going on in my life, things that I've recently been blogging about, part of the list of things that have been making me crazy...

I had composed an email the other day, one of those emails that started me on this whole blog thing, where I type and words come out but I don't edit my thoughts. Well, if I do edit them it's more being non-specific than editing...my point still gets across.

Anyway, so I'd composed and sent this email, and got a response this morning which surprised me, but at the same time didn't... It didn't answer all the questions, but at the same time I didn't ask any questions. The response was in someways what I expected, in some ways more, some less.

Yeah, this post is vague. I'm trying to protect the innocent.

Update on the pains

I thought I might just update everyone on my current state of physical affairs.

The fluttering is still there
the wasp sting has grown to be a bump that is sore and itchy
and I drank too much coffee and it gave me heartburn.

So my mental issues are manifesting themselves more and more physically.

Why must I be headcase!?

There is a fluttering in my ear...

You know how sometimes your eye flutters?

My ear feels like that on the inside... and it's driving me insane.

Seriously.

So, now not only am I going crazy with my so called problems that I create myself to relieve boredom, but it's manifesting itself as this fluttering feeling in my head.

Oh, also on the list of pains today: got stung by a wasp in my sleep and now my arm is slightly numb from the elbow down.

Oh, Alanna...

I'm not sure what governs me to do the things I do, get myself into the situations I do. And why they all have to do with boys.

My problem is that I get hung up on the ones that don't like me, and am not interested in the ones that do. I go after the unobtainable ones, and am not interested in the genuinely nice ones.

This is why I liked having a boyfriend... so much less drama. Well, at times. Speaking of which, I'm pretty certain the last one to decide he didn't want to date me anymore is dating another girl I know... and I'm half tempted to give her fair warning, but I know it's none of my buisness.

I'm leaving for Ottawa in 2 weeks, and of course I find someone that I'm interested in, and sometimes I get the impression that he's interested in me, but I never can be too sure because he's as independent as I am... Though things have been a bit confusing there too.

I'm anticipating and dreading Sept in ways I don't even know how to put into words. It's a time that I have been waiting for for ages now... almost 8 months. I've put portions of my life on hold for something that could easily never amount to anything ever again. I'm going to have to come to terms with a lot come Sept...

I'm such a headcase at times. And I bring it all on myself.

Power Tools (Alanna+Lois)/MacGyver = One Wonky Closet Organizer

So, yesterday morning I didn't have to work. I didn't have any plans at all for that matter.

My mom decided that she and I were going to have some quality time and build a closet organizer for my brother's room because his collapsed a little while back.

Now, let me start this with the fact that whenever my mom and I do something that is what most people would get their husband or boyfriend to do it's a bit of a gong show.

I go into my brother's room and she's got all the components of the organizer spread out, and some instructions. The instructions told me measure the closet and find the middle point. Which is a great idea, but we only have a 6' tape measure and the closet is definately almost 8 feet. I tell her "I need a level" and the only one we can find is the one on the tape measure. so to make "straight" lines I take the support poles I've constructed and kinda hold 'em up while I put this little tiny level up to them to see if the bubble is in the middle.

So we start to go through the instructions, measuring out the closet, marking where the shelves should go. The shelving is designed for an 8' closet, but my brother's happens to be 7'7". The instructions tell us to cut the shelves to width if you need to, but we don't have a hacksaw. So we ended up just making up our own way of hanging these shelves, and the result was something to be reckoned with.

The support holes are slightly off, bending inwards and outwards in spots (really supportive, I'm sure) and there are a few random holes where I drilled holes and then decided I ddn't like them. We ran out of proper hooks and had to use our own anchors and stuff, which really didn't effectively do anything, but we tried....

It was amusing, to say the least. The picture of my mom with her tongue sticking out is a bit questionable. Hahha. The little thing she's holding is a guide line that came with the instructions to match up where you're supposed to hang the thing that holds the shelf. I told her to cut it out of the instructions, along the dotted line as indicated.... When she was done cutting it out, it was a bit more phallic looking than expected... and the fact that she's holding the tape measure is only icing on the cake...Things to notice in the above picture: Hanging rods are a bit too long, by like, 7 inches. On the left side notice the change in angle of the support pole. On the right, notice again the change of angle of the support hole. There but not evident: at least 3 random holes I drilled and then left open due to the fact I didn't like them.

If you're needing something done, call us... we'll do it. Might not be right, but it will at least be worth it to watch us!

What Year Do I Belong In?

You Belong in 1976

If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

Conestoga Lake

I was working not far from my house today, and had to drive past the lake to get where I was working.

Now, Conestoga Lake is not a beautiful lake, at least not by Ontario standards. There are much prettier lakes up north, but for where it is here in SW Ontario, it's not too bad at all. For me, it holds tonnes of memories.

I've spent almost every summer of my life on or around the lake. When I was about 6 til 12, I went to camp every summer at CBC, and after I grew out of the camp scene I started working at the Conestoga Lake Conservation Area, who's entrance is about 500m from my house.

I worked at the mini golf at the lake, and then the concession stand making french fries and burgers. When I wasn't working at the lake, I was hanging out with people I'd met while working. We used to swim in the "cove" (the left most 'dent' at the bottom of the lake in the picture above) and hang out with the kids we called the Trailer Trash (this being because they lived in the trailer park). I swam across the lake once that summer, from the swimming area (right most dent) to the point in the middle where our friend's cottage was.

The summer I was 18 I spent nearly every day at that cottage. Bailey and I would lay on the dock, take the paddle boat out, go tubing with random people we met. At night there would be parties at the cottage. Almost every weekend was spent drinking at the cottage.

In the fall, the lake recedes and gets much shallower. A number of times Bailey and I would go adventuring along the shore, picking up random treasures... usually things lost from boats over the course of the summer. A number of islands appear as the water goes down, and getting over to the islands were always great fun. One of the islands was right in front of our friend's cottage, and so we'd take the canoe over and explore over there.

A couple of years ago, a tornado went through the area I live, about a km away from my house, and it went right across the lake. Only a few of the cottages were seriously damaged, though sadly, our party cottage was one of them! But it wasn't really our's anymore anyway, it had been sold the summer before. There is still extensive damage to the area, and once wooded areas still look like they have been clear cut.

I'm sad that I'm leaving this summer to go to Ottawa, as I generally spend countless hours biking the trails that surround the lake. In the winter the snowmobiles go through the conservation area and in the summer the trails are great for biking. I'm going to miss laying on the boat, going tubing and visiting the various people's cottages that I know around the lake.

You'd never really think that one body of water would be so impactful, but it is.

I realized something today

I've met/hung out with a bunch of guys lately, some I'm slightly interested in, some I think are interested in me, but they all have a common theme...

None of them have what I had

Theres really only been one person that I have felt instantaneous comfort with. Someone that from the very first day we hung out we were able to talk about anything at all, with no hesitation. Our first "date" was spent talking about everything and anything for hours and hours.

All these people I've started hanging out with, theres an attraction, but it's physical. It's not emotional or intellectual... and thus I know they aren't meant for a long term situation.

I miss that person I was comfortable with. I miss him more than I've ever missed someone. I don't know whats harder sometimes. The fact that it's my fault that I should have realized what I had, or the fact that I know I might never get that back...well, at least not with him.

And so I wait. I told myself that I wasn't going to hold out for something that might not happen... and I'm not trying to, but I haven't met anyone that makes me feel like it's worth giving up that potential second chance.

I'm probably off my gourd thinking there might be a second chance. Thats the worst part. Hm.

I'm sure he knows how I feel... and if he didn't, and he reads this, he will. But whether he would even tell me, I have no idea.

A bit of a ramble...

I haven't written anything in a little while so I figured maybe I should update about... something
This weekend has been slightly amusing. Good friday was spent going for breakfast... twice... I met up with the party crowd. They were heading out for their Good Friday Beer Brunch and the girls were allowed to join them for the breakfast part of the ordeal. So I ate breaky with them and then headed off to Sartaj's house to go to Woodstock with her and wDave for another breakfast... it was so pretty!!!

We came back to Sartaj's house and watched some lame television shows and then I went off to Pontius house. I haven't hung out with him in ages, so it was good to see him again. A lot of the time when we hang out we play this game called "lets draw on Alanna..." which is how I came about getting the idea for my giant flower tattoos. So the idea this time was to think about how to extend to my flowers... 3 hours later, this is what resulted: Probably not what I'm going to get but it definitely has spawned some ideas!

When I got home, my neighbour up the road, Dave Wall, came down and drank my parent's beer with me... that was fun times too. I haven't seen him in AGES so it's been good to catch up with him. By ages I mean like, years and years...

Sat I had to work all day and then went up to Listowel to go out to Modean's with Ange. We were going out as the A Team! (Alanna and Ange). I'd made us matching tank tops, and we had matching outfits on... quite amusing, actually. Some dude wanted my number at the end of the night, and I didn't have the heart to just say "no" so I gave him a fake one. Ooops.

While we were at the bar, they were having a wet tshirt contest that Ange's old roommate thought I should enter, but no amount of drinks would have got me up on stage! Hahaha... maybe in a town that wasn't where I spent a bunch of my spare time, but definitely not in Listowel!!

Today was spent going to church (where my mom and I got into giggle fits like usual... gotta love when your mom is the one thats making you misbehave in church!) and then I came home and watched some tv with my brother before going into Waterloo to sit at Williams with Sartaj to work on my Mac Training for work.

Tonight, coffee with Bailey. Meeting up with a bunch of friends up in Listowel again (man, I need to spend more time somewhere other than there!) so it should be an interesting evening! And tomorrow begins 5 days of working all day everyday. I hope it goes quickly!!!

My Eyes Are Dim, I Can Not See...

Thats a lie! I have no excuse anymore for not being able to see... yesterday I got my new glasses and contacts! Whooo! I'm pretty excited by this fact.

I've been waiting patiently for about a week now for my glasses and contacts to be done. The contacts were done on Wed, but I couldn't go in for them to show me how to put them in because of some reason or another. I called the place yesterday around 2 and they told me that if I got there "Right away" they could squeeze me in.

So into my rocket car (which is kinda rickety, and I'm afraid of intergalactic travel at the moment) I go, and got myself to the place.

The guy showed me how to put the contacts in, and so I sat there practicing poking myself in the eye for a bit... I got each one after a few tries, which was good... Weird, but good...

And then the guy told me he had my glasses done (whoo!!) and so he made sure they fit properly and off I went!

One pair is "professional" (wire frames) and the other is much more "me" (black/brown plastic frames). Each have their merits... I'm thoroughly amused.

Syrup Festival Pictures

Here they are! Pictures from the Central, the Festival and me and my cousins reliving childhood memories

Central This is what happens when the whole family goes out to the bar together...

Sap Day A selection of the multitude of pictures taken at the festival

Reliving our Childhood Camille, Meaghan and I climb on top of the Shoppers Roof and get a view of Elmira.

Sap Day Fun

This isn't going to be too long because I'm exhausted.

The Syrup Festival was awesome, as always... Though I have to admit, I didn't eat NEARLY as much as originally anticipated... Probably because I was so tired from going out to the CT with the whole family on Friday night. That was pretty amusing....

A play by play of my day:

7:00 : Alarm went off. I ignored it.
7:20 : Convinced myself to get up
8:00: Got in the shower
8:20: Joe phoned, told me he was at the library....
8:30: met Joe at the library, did a quick walk around the festival.
8:45: Ate a back bacon on a bun. Mmm...
8:50: Attempted to find the recipe for waffles
9:00: attempted to make waffles by winging it.
9:15: ate gross waffles drowned in syrup
9:30: another walk around
10:00: Sausage on a bun.
10:30: Met up with Ange?
11:00: bought some candy
11:30: Met up with Pontius, Paul, Jonathan etc
12:00 went for a walk around. Got some apple fritters I think.
12:30 went to go to the sugarbush
1:00 finally got on the bus to the sugarbush
1:30: did a maple syrup shot and ate some kettle corn
2:00: back at the festival.
2:15: old mcDonald's farm
2:30: more applefritters
3:00: another sausage on a bun.
3:15: cheese curds


I can't actually remember what else happened... I ate lots, did lots... saw lots...

Pictures to follow...