Sanity map.

Sierra and I decided to map out our progress into cracked-off land. Where are you?

Look a baby bear.

Since I didn't have a photo of the new home I drew one in paint. Did I mention I'm moving? I'm moving.

It has been an extremely stressful week. Packing and essaying and spraining. I can feel my mood brightening despite the fifteen page paper which is due Tuesday assessing the advantages and disadvantages of the social union agreement for stimulating policy innovation and learning across jurisdictions. OMG, POLI SCI MAJORING IS AWESOME.

This morning I got out of bed and when I put my feet on the floor I accidentally smashed an entire glass with my right foot, caveman style! Luckily there wasn't anything in the glass so nothing was spilled... except my blood.

Things I have purchased in the past week:
3 pots
2 frying pans
4 mugs
6 cups
4 knives
4 spoons
4 forks
1 mixer
2 bagels from Tim Horton's (stress = starch consumption)
1 pair of sexy suede boots

But I've also been downsizing. I cut my 23 pairs of jeans (how embarrassing is that number) down to 10. And I have a gianttt bag of clothes for the thrift store.

My Mom is making me pack up all my shit I don't take so she can have a room to make booze in. I wish I was lying.

This creates opportunities to find awesome stuff like:

My Middle School friends! A lot of the same friends I have now. Brett, David, Ben, some guy, Kenneth, Robert, Kelly, Ashley, Kaylan. Yeah, not so much Kaylan. He was just in love with David. And one loonie for the person who knows who that random guy is.

The "grad" dance from Middle School. That is McKayla up there with Caitlyn White. Rob with Kelly. And MR. JONES. Now this has to be the best photo ever. Simply because there are three pages of photos from this dance, all of them groups and couples. And one. Of Robert. By himself. Infront of the lattice arch. GOLD, MY FRIENDS.

Found my admission letter to music school. I wonder how different my life would be if I had actually gone. Would I be happier? Hmmm.

No more what ifs! I have too many pretty friends here that keep me lovin' life.

I are cancerous.

French penitentiaries.