Bittersweet, you're going to be the death of me.

Cancer Relay pics, awesome.

Joey, the Malignant Masher's mascot!


The whole superhero crew.


Ian, portraying Speedracer!


Katie says "Superman is cool!"


Leah lighting her Daddy's candle during the luminary ceremony.


Danika, aka Wonder Woman!


There were pagesss of survivors, which made me both happy and sad.


Candice and I manning the registration table.


Pitty's wife doing the twist! :D


Can you find my nameeeee?


So today mom and I ventured on the highway east-bound to Stavanger Drive. I was confident I knew the way, so I was feeling excited about doing my first in-city driving stint. We got to the lights and Mom said "Right!" I replied with "No, It's definitely left." "Righttt!" She continues. So I turn right.

We haven't even been driving a minute and I know were on the wrong road. I get pissed off and do an illegal u-turn in the middle of a six-lane stretch of road. Finally headed into the right direction, we merge on to the highway and make it to Wal-Mart safely.

On the way home I'm about to turn off on to the exit which will take me home. "Nooo!" Mom yells, "This isn't the right one!" I give another frustrated breath and keep driving against my will. We're driving. And driving. And suddenly we come across a sign "Clarenville 183". Told you that was the turn off. I turned off at the next exit and some how magically knew where I was and managed to get us home.

Guess who's not driving with the co-pilot from hell anymore?

This could be anywhere in the world.

So tired. And it's only 10:24.

Leah and I went shopping again today, but I limited my spending (which was super hard since we went to Michael's, drooool). We did the whole Stavanger area which is pretty wicked shopping district.

I fell in love with Pier One, and decided to save some money so I can buy all the stuff for my room from there. Amazingly, the whole store is in my taste.

I just watched Donnie Darko, I love how much that movie makes me think. I bought the Director's Cut, so I'll have to watch that part tomorrow.

Leah left this afternoon. :( This means I'm all alone again. Sigh. Boringggg. I promise to update soon with Cancer Relay pics and new home/generic street pics.

Last night I had a dream about Ashley. It was sort of just a remembrance of what happened Saturday night. In real life Mike was driving with Josh in the front seat and Leah and I in the back. Ashley was standing in the mall parking lot waving to me while we drove away (WB drama much?). In my dream, I was in the back with Leah still. But Joey was driving and someone else was in the passenger seat. Ashley was sitting on the road sobbing and I was begging Joe to take me back. I can't remember what happened next. Weird.

Tomorrow will involve more unpacking and me doing some city driving. :O

P.S. Liked "Shoes"? Check out another couple of good ones by the same guy, Liam Sullivan. Muffins and Love Letters.

First day in the "Big City."

I awoke at five this morning in my co-pilot’s home. We ventured east at six and made it here at four with no moose sightings.

We pulled up in front of a house. My house. And to be honest? I was pretty disgusted to see that my house was just like everyone else’s house on Seaborne Street. My house is nice. Nice floor. Nice carpet. Very nice closet space.

But it’s smaller than what we are accustom to, and it’s generic. Don’t get me wrong, I know were fortunate and all that garbage to have a nice new home. But I want my crap-hole in S’ville back. :(

I feel like the biggest sook known to man as I sit on my bare mattress in my boxed up room, listening to the sounds of my parents and aunt and uncle eating Chinese food downstairs. Oh yeah, there’s stairs. I’ve never had stairs before.

I’m not doing much tonight because. I’m still uber exhausted from the Relay (pictures to come later!). I’ll unpack my clothes and set up my bed, but I’m going to bed early tonight because Leah and I have hugeeee day of shopping ahead of us tomorrow.

Oh yeah, for the record, I’m stealing internet from one of the nine people who have wireless around me. Thanks “Elizabeth”!

My last Friday in S'ville, my last night in my home.

Tonight is not only my last Friday in Stephenville, but the very last night in the only home I have ever known. It sucks.

And as I eat my bowl of leftover taters (did I mention we packed up the kitchen stuff?) I can’t help but think about the accomplishments I’ve achieved here.

For the record, I won’t have phone and internet for quite sometime in St. John’s. Something to do with it being a new home and you have to wire it or something? I don’t know, but that means I’ll have no blogging for awhile. Hmm, unless I do a little war driving, maybe I’ll look into that.

Leah and I will be meeting my parents at my Nan’s home at 6:00, Sunday morning. We should be in there at the latest 3 o’clock. Then the next morning Leah and I hit the shops downtown for some good ol’ shopping.

If I can’t war drive somewhere nearby, I might run over to Heidi’s and beg her for some net time. Aww, I live closer to Heidi in St. John’s than I did here. Fun.

Which reminds me, I’ll be going to the Citadel this year. I can’t recall which one Meagan and Josh said they were thinking of, but this is the one I’ve decided on. CHOOSE IT.

Today Holly and I surprised Ashley (who was still at the High School, working diligently on the year book) with Danny's (Napoleons for them, Eclair and Snowball for me) and made it our very last recess ever. It was awesome and sad, as we sat in front of the war memorial and reminisced over our friendship.

It occurred to me that Ashley is my oldest friend. We met in grade two when she moved here. The friend who comes in second for longest running friend is like. . . Sarah Willett in grade seven? Holly and Kylie in grade eight? Well I guess Shane counts for something. Sort of.

Speaking of Sarah. I had the amazingly daunting task of saying goodbye to her tonight. I stopped up to her house and just tried to suck in as much of her as I could before I had to leave. It was so hard.

When you first think about it, leaving doesn't seem so hard. Holly was coming with me, Kylie was staying so I could come home and see her and Ashley was always a better communicator with me on MSN. And then I get to the goodbyes. The idea of seeing someone you love for the last time. I hate it.

Our last Thursday in Stephenville.

Tonight I faced something I never saw coming. Tonight I said goodbye to my one true love. My bosom buddy. My Golden Girl. My secret alliance. My busty blonde chum. My best friend.

Kylie Elilsha Mitchelmore walked into my life in September 2001. In my twisted mind I just saw her walk out of it and it broke my heart. When she was leaving my car tonight, I couldn't let go of her. I could not say goodbye to such a true friend.

She used to be the little pixie girl, weighing in at less than 90 lbs I could pretty much lift her with one hand. But then she grew and got boobies, and I almost lost her a couple of times to boys that weren't good enough for her. :)

I would need a thousand hands to count all the laughs we've shared. From camping on a half cabin, to playing bingo in the cape. From sitting in the air port parking lot at one in the morning, to McDonald's after a busted grad party. Nights of talking. Nights of crying. Night after night of movies. Nights of camp fires. Nights of screamed Dixie Chicks and Destiny's Child. Endless birthday parties, ice cream outings, chicken with the wave-ing, FCP parking, note passing and pee-your-pants laughter.

As you venture from everything you know and have ever known, I hope you stay clean and pregnant-free (yes, that's a not-so subtle hint). I hope anytime you hear "Thank you for Being a Friend", "99 Problems", "Say my Name", "Not Ready to Make Nice" or "Gold Digger" on the television or radio, you have yourself a little giggle. I hope you make the right choices and base them off what you know is right, instead of what you want.

I don't need to hope that you'll succeed in life because I have faith in whatever you want to do, KYFACE WILL DO.

Right now, I want you to know I love you. And that you're leaving the bestest friends you'll ever know. If you need another home to live in, check out Seaborne in St. John's. Or even Hatcher Residence.

Goodbye my beautiful, Rainbow Titties. Tall Girl, Hobbitor and so many others will miss you, forever and a day.

Last Wednesday in Stephenville.

So.

Hey remember today, when I visited Leah at work? I stole that "popping corn" sticker and stuck it on my chest? Well what you might not remember is me ripping it off along with all the hair (and some skin!) underneath it. SO PAINFUL. I have this shiny rectangle patch now.

I packed this evening. And packed. And packed some more. Totaling seven boxes packed for me. Not much in the grand scheme of things. Oh myyy.

Tonight I am up late, facing what can only be labeled as my past. It's not fun. And yet, it's quite hilarious.

I realized I say "haha" too many times when I talk on MSN. I guess it's better than "lol" or even worse, "lolz".

I DIED for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

I'm going to get what I want.

For the people who have a sick sense of humor like myself, this is sure to make you pee your pants.

Let's get some shoes.

Holly and I went to Black Bank today at her request. Sand storm galore! I had sand stuck from head to toe. Here's how it went. Jafioaihesandpihpoohsandoihosandjpoi. Get it? Good.

Hey. Pooh is in there. Teehee.

We also visited Mrs. Best and Mr. Pinsent today because I had a book she leant me. It was really sad, but her daughter serving us animal crackers and egg plant made it a little better. We had a nice, but somber, chat. And I wondered if she'd let me call them Dara and Paul now. I didn't ask.

I've been questioning, and second guessing myself a lot lately. I've decided I'm a cruel person by nature.

Man I love Seventh Heaven. So much.

Last Tuesday in Stephenville.

I was casually watching the Tony Danza show when they said "After the break, a young Canadian ukulele player, James Hill!"

I was really confused and thought I had heard wrong. But no. He was indeed all those things.

And I kind of fell in love a little with the tall, geeky, ukulele playing Canadian.


My definition of "sexy" is so skewed.

We wear our scarves just like a noose.

Happy 150th post Sarah Sm!

Here are my accomplishments for the day:

• I can now play 'Us' by Regina Spektor and half of 'Braille' too on piano. Leah, we have to have a Regina jam session sometime!
• I packed one box and one giant rubbermaid container. Yay, progress!
• I got over half-way through a book I'm not enjoying. It's about rape and ghosts. Can you say no?
• I ate some five dollar pizza.
• I slept in until 10.
• I remained unemployed.
• I wrote two blog posts I couldn't update until just then because the pictures weren't working.
• I didn't go for a walk with Leah.

I obviously rock.

Finders keepers.

Yesterday I spent all afternoon in a basic state of depression and contemplation. I was brought out of it by a very unexpected nudge. Literally. Ms. Sheen wanted some company and I decided to grant her request and make my way out.


We were going to go to the fair, but it had closed down. We some how ended up parked in the Wal-Mart parking lot talking. Here's a fun story. This guy with Ontario license plates pulls up in the space directly across from us. I mention to Ashley that he's decent hot, except he's a little greasy looking. Ashley says it is forgivable because he's been probably traveling all day. I agree.

Then. He gets out of his car. And I mean. Come on. He's easily a foot taller than me. EASY. And of course at this point I'm like "Yum." So we kind of just watch and talk while he digs around his trunk forever.

I decide I should probably run in and get a new phone card. So we head out (and pass Mr. Yum along the way) and I notice a wallet on the ground. I pick it up and basically gesture to Ashley in a sort of "Should I open it?" kind of way. I do. And there. On the Ontario license. Is him.

Of course at this point we're like peeing our pants laughing. So I turn around and say "By any stretch of the imagination, did you misplace your wallet?" And he's all happy with relief and stuff and says that's what he's been looking for. It was all quite exciting.


Oh, and some guy asked me to take a picture of his truck. Man, main street is quite harassing these days.

Last Monday in Stephenville.

I have been quite hesitant to write about yesterday's church service. It was all quite sad.

I have been a member of the S'ville CC for about 14 years, you tend to make intense bonds during a long time like that.

Between all the well wishes and hugs was a very sad me. My Nan spent the whole service and dinner crying, she didn't stop once. It was really hard for me because I hate causing the person I probably love most on the planet any sort of grief. I told her I'd pack her up and bring her along, but she declined the offer.






I sometimes in the past few weeks have become a little bitter when people are like "Oh, well I'm moving too you know." or "You'll visit." You might be moving too, but you'll be back every long weekend, all the Christmas breaks and summer vacations too. And no, I probably won't visit as often as people seem to be thinking. I keeping my fingers crossed that I might be able to come home for Grad, but who knows.

And I won't be seeing my grandmother for awhile now. Which scares me. She's 82 or so and that means she doesn't have a great many years left. It's such a small thing to some, but a big thing for me.

So when you ask "Excited about the move?" "Happy to be going to University?" "Oh, you're enthused about going to the big city?" No. I'm not. So leave it alone you well-wishers and rubber-inners.

Last Sunday in S'ville.

Today was the last time I attended Stephenville Community Church as one of its members. But I'll get to that post in a minute.

The last couple of nights have been spent with Leah and company. Leah saved my mind on Friday as we hung Yard Sale signs, bought candy and watched Detroit Rock City. A fun time was had by all.



Another glorious panoramic shot, the reason they're all dark is because I can't turn my flash on in that mode.


The next morning I got up for THE Yard Sale. I officially do not enjoy them in the least.

But after that, I got eight inches cut off my hair! :O


I like it.

Last night, Holly, Leah and I went to the very exclusive and exciting Gala! Where they did the works of Andrew Lloyd Webber. Including Cats, Joseph and Technicolor Dream Coat, Jesus Christ Superstar and Phantom of the Opera.




There was food. I'd like to draw your attention to the lady in the background, HAH.


It was pretty good. Meagan, the man who was in the ABBA show, Keith Pike, did an amazingggggggg job singing. We were obviously completely wrong about his abilities. Not his preference for relationships though. :)

After the show, Leah convinced me to spend some times at Mike's. "Plan B" were still jamming so me and Leah "hung" out in Erica's room (GET IT!? HAH). They cooked pizza and it failed miserably. That didn't mean it didn't get devoured. Mike succeeded in rocking out on the piano.



The next post will come in a bit about today's churching events.