I bless the rains down in Africa.

I LOVE…

Ice-cube stalagmites
The photo that is hanging above Meagan’s piano at her house in Corner Brook
Scrubs
Bite sized nacho chips
Toto's Africa
The fact that Robyn knows who Toto is without an hour-long explanation from me
Robyn's Dad
Leland Sklar's beard
The smell of ibuprofen
That I know the Soulja Boy dance for Crank Dat in its entirety
Eighty-eight cent boxes of oatmeal cookies
Sexy new BF
Sharing my Lunchable with an old Elementary school chum even though we're both in University
Lurkers
Post-It dinosaur communities (pictures to come!)
Warm drinks at cold bus stops
YOU (duh)


This is the time where I encourage you to write your own love lists. I've seen a few sprout up on people's blogs which excites me to no end! And if you don't have a blog, share your love in the comments!

Have a good weekend, kids.

Cookie racism aside.

Today is Wednesday. Also known as Ash Wednesday. Also known as the beginning of Lent.

Most people give something up for Lent. I do sometimes. For the life of me I can’t remember what I gave up last year, only what Meagan gave up (WANT SOME CHEESE AND CRACKERS, DEAR?).

A blogger I read (and have read for quite sometime) does something she calls CAOK: Calculated Acts of Kindness.

Throughout Lent she does kind acts for people specifically with the intent of just being kind and expecting nothing in return. A “pay it forward” kind of attitude.

She will bring a plate of cookies into work, knit a scarf and mail it to an old friend, compliment the stranger who serves her coffee.

“In a nutshell, I think the easiest way to make the world a friendlier, more peaceful place is to make your home, neighborhood, or workplace a friendlier, more peaceful place. You’ve got to walk the walk.”

And so during this Lenten season I will be applying the CAOK method instead of giving something up (which ultimately does nothing for me on a personal or faith based level anyway). I will offer up a report on how it went over when Lent ends.

Expect to be laden with scarves and cookies during the next forty days.

Stood on the rooftop, scream at the sky again.

I was (and am) so exhausted today.

I walked around campus all day in this debilitated state, shuffling along in my Uggs and praying to God no one paid any attention to me.

Classes became unbearable in my state of fatigue. It’s a real chore to pay attention to Shifty-Eyes-Magoo (aka my Canadian Fiction prof) on any given day of the week, let alone when I’m feeling like a narcoleptic with a belly full of Nyquil.

I had the hardest time getting to sleep last night. I couldn’t shut myself up. Literally.

Yeah, I talk to myself. Try and pretend you’re better than me.

I spent a good hour going over things in my head aloud. First in English, then French and then just for kicks, Inuktitut.

(For the record all I got out in Inuktitut was “Hi, how are you? Oh, stop. Food, mom and dad, milk? Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are…” Then I pretended I was talking to someone of the church and said the entirety of Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus. Jesusi takunalauru…)

I woke up this morning with a lot of pain in my stomach, the most I’ve had since the original incident. Since I had spent the night before going over all of my flaws and troubles (as well as every Inuit song I knew), I wondered if it was somehow anxiety related.

I know one thing’s for sure: tonight I will gag myself.

I was walking with a ghost.

I have absolutely no staying power.

My attention span is that of a goldfish. I’ll start something with such fervor, unable to stop even if I had a gun to my head (though I have to admit this scenario has never happened). A painting. A story. A blog post. A scarf. A movie.

Give me an hour. Give me a day. Give me a week.

Depending on the project, it will lose its appeal in approximately a third of the time it would take to actually complete it.

This makes me nervous for the future.

Relationships? Degrees? Jobs? Do I stand a chance?

Then I wonder if these things aren’t for me. Maybe I’m not a painter. Maybe that story or blog shouldn’t be written. Maybe this movie isn’t my taste.

What is for me?

MY GOODNESS. Why can’t I be satisfied and who do I honestly expect to answer these questions?

Certainly not you lurkers.

There is winter in China.

Tonight Robyn and I went on an undefined mission. Can we have fun without spending a lot of money?

FOOD
Linguine, sauce and bread dipper all stolen from my cupboard/fridge
Baguette $1.99
Brownies $1.39

ENTERTAINMENT
Atonement downloaded from bittorrent

CRAFTUAL NECESSITIES
Sequin crafting supplies $2.00

SNACKAGE
Chips, candy and pop from the Dollarama $3.00

Driving through an ice storm just to go to the Dollarama: priceless

$8.38, not bad at all. We'll have to try and break that record next time. It was one hell of an evening, and so stereotypically Robyn and I.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Atonement was really well done. I was expecting a nice romance story, something a little frivolous that didn’t really require a lot of thinking. But every frame told a story, every line was of great importance. We found ourselves going back and watching scenes over just to gather the whole effect.

Not a movie I’d recommend if you’re looking for a no-thought romance, it definitely had a lot of depth. I’d be very interested in reading the book.

In other news, are you related to Robyn?