Aw, nuts.

Everyone seems sad this week. So I thought I would give you a happy reminder...

No matter how bad your life is, it is never as bad as the collective Michelle Tanner duo.

Happy Friday!

A comparison.

My summers are so much more fulfilling. When I’m in school I feel cranky and useless and angry all the time. So I wanted to know: what am I doing differently?

How does one find this answer? Easy, pie charts.

These are break downs of my day, on the left an average school day (not taking weekends into account). And on the right is an average summer day.

I can't help but notice my replacing of people with books.


P.S. A lot of people want to know how The Host was, ummm, AWESOME. Did we really doubt Stephenie Meyer for a second?

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth.

When I hear this song I am transported.

I can feel the sun on my legs as they rest atop the front dash.

My hair ruffles as the wind from the open windows blows into it, seemingly stretching each individual strand apart. My hand dances along with the breeze when I can’t resist the urge to stick it outside.

I reach over and turn the volume up and as a result the sing-along becomes louder.

I smell the ocean, hear the birds.

We reach the end of the road and she puts the CRV in park. I snap her picture, my picture, our picture, the beach, my feet, the empty ice-cream cups in the holder next to me.

Neither one of us steps out onto the sand and rock. We both seem to be waiting for something.

“We’ve already driven 40km.” she states simply.

“Port au Port?” I ask, ignoring her statement.

There isn’t even a pause before she responds.

“Port au Port.” she answers, and turns the vehicle around to drive the length of the beach again.

I reach over and turn it up just a little louder.

Aunt Hattie for the win.

Did you miss the love list? Probably not. But seeing as I don’t have a day off for the next nine days (and on the tenth day they will inevitably call me in), you will suffer through this. For me. :)

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOVEEE HIM, BUT I KNOW HOW TO LOVE THESE THINGSSS

Photo montages
The Birth House (omg, you’d love it)
Food that somehow breaks down the wall of awesome and hosts both peanut butter and chocolate within its one being
My new header (I’m glad you like it too!)
The song I posted in my last post
BOOK CLUBS!
Extra large coffees with a little cream and a lot of sugar
Getting paid two cheques because you didn’t pick up your last cheque
Post-its with secret messages written on them :)
Not having insomnia
Away from Her
Road to Avonlea! (was that not the best show ever!? I wish the CBC would release it on DVD)
May two-four (even though its foggy, and I have to work all weekend, and have no one to camp with… it’s still MAY TWO-FOUR)
Analyzing poll data

And the drums.

My latest favourite, so much good music everywhere!

A guy at work (my forty year-old hippie friend who sings Evita songs with me while he bakes and I wash dishes) asked me what my favourite song of all time was.

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PEOPLE CAN DO THAT? CHOOSE JUST ONE SONG?! Not me, my friend. I love them all.



For the record, his favourite song was Barbara Streisand's Send in the Clowns... some hippie.