Crack
I think it's time to change my contacts. My eyes are all scratchy and every source of light has earned it's own halo and wings.
Today was one of those rare days in which I left work feeling happier and better then when I arrived. I don't really know why. Maybe the customers were nice, or the fact that it was really busy day for the first time and it felt good to have a goal that was different then "get the laundry done".
I saw xmen yesterday (well this morning). I still envy "Angel". I aways have. And it's stupid, but I've always wanted to be able to have a power of some sort. I guess one could say I currently have the power of blondeness flowing in my veins but that never seems to get me ahead, in anything. It's the same with Harry Potter, and all those other fun movies, books, rpg's. I'm such a closet escapest.
My tummy hurts, my head is doing something funny behind my right eye, and I'm typing with my head resting sideways on the arm of the couch. It's amazing how often one makes typing mistakes while in this position. It takes a few minutes to get use to.
I grad on the 8th. Of June that is. That shall be interesting. For anyone who wants to get up almost painfully early to attend this event, it begins at about 9 on SFU mountain and I shall be there at 8 (AM that is). I plan to have a meal of sorts with people after. I don't know where but if anyone would like to go, I can let you know details.
So I'm gradding. Mom and I went shopping for this event (as she likes me to wear new things to big events and, I think, was looking for an excuse to spend some money on me because she knows I'm poor and likes to help me replenish my wardrobe slightly. She's a sweetie. I love her very much.) She made me very happy for she is going to be moving out of the house some time in the near future. Dad is retiring (gods he's old) and so she'll be very, very sick of him very soon. I'm proud of her. She provided her kids with a home (because Troy needed a home base during the off season) and now that both of her babies have flown (or fallen) out of the nest, she's ok with separating from dad (although in my minde they've been separated for 7 to 10 years now). I want her to be happy. I think she might just get there.
My bro is doing well too. They're playing the game and he should be signed fairly soon with a salary that is frightening but is not as high as it could have been before the salary cap. I'm glad that the cap exists. When he gets home I'll be sure to lecture him regarding money management Chris. I'll let him reval in the insanity of professional sports until then.
Tilly, you left your bag/purse here. Come visit me and find it. Oh and I'm holding your iron ransom.
It's time to get Andrew and feed my body. My legs are no longer asleep. This is a good thing.