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I have been doing nothing but sleeping lately. Like seriously.

I don't craft or paint or venture outside or read or watch television. If I have to work I get up, go to work, come home and nap for a few hours, watch a movie, sleep. If I have a day off I'll sleep for like EVERZ, get up and watch a movie, and then sleep FOREVERZ again. I am a sick individual.

Speaking of sick, my grandfather is in the hospital. This would be west coast poppy as east coast poppy is no longer FTW. He was diagnosed with anemia and dehydration.

First of all, he lives in a retirement/nursing/old peeps home. Don't they have people to take care of supplying a sufficient amount of H20 to their residents?

Second, so it's my Mom's side of the family who cursed me with my weak blood! Grrr.

I'm all over the place. And so is my internet. And I really want to see a psychiatrist or something. And I want to go on ADD meds, that shit seems wicked.

Here are two and a half minutes of my new favourite song.

Pharrell is way hot. He's like the Matthew Bellamy of hip-hop.

Yummy.

Miss you alreadyness.

I was asleep for all of that.

Wednesday morning my brother left. And I cried. A lot.

Not just because he was leaving, but because I knew what it really meant: I was alone again.

I spent my entire Wednesday shift in a superfunk, trying to work out how many days until fall semester.

And then I got home, logged onto MSN (appearing offline, of course) and saw in Holly’s name “Sarah… coming to St. John’s the weekend, message me!”

Holly and I are brain twins. When one is in extreme distress, the other will receive the upset airwaves. It’s magic. Don’t pretend you understand.

And though only a temporary band-aid on my gaping wound known as loneliness, planning an entire weekend with my bifizzle, sure pulled me out of the darkness. But that is not all...

Enter Ashley.

Ashley, for those of you not recognizing the name, would be my oldest friend. We met in grade two, bonded over my rock collection and her squid hat (true story), and the rest was history.

We shared lockers every year. We went to each other’s birthday parties. We gossiped and giggled. We co-editored the school newspaper. We went on band trips. We had sleepovers. We baked with our Easy Bake Ovens (… right up until grade twelve, heh). I witnessed every single one of Ashley’s boyfriends. Loved, hated and ranked those boyfriends (Winner: Jared… sorry Joey. Last place: Though I know most want me to say Evan for his pure douche bagginess, you know I’m going with the love-to-hate-him, John).

I think she is the only friend I have never ever had drama with. Like ever. Our biggest fight was over who should get the single hook in the locker during grade eleven. And we have been friends for a decade.

Ashley e-mailed me yesterday to inform me that she got the biochem nerd job I begged her to apply for a few months ago. Why did I beg her?

Because this job is not in no-name-Nova-Scotia. It is here. In my St. John’s.

Ashley will be with me for the entirety of this coming fall semester.

Love is a many-splendored thing.

And brown to white.

Six years is a really long time.

You could get a couple degrees in six years. Get married and have a bunch of kids. Have countless meals and holidays and relationships and jobs.

You can grow up in six years.

This whole Ingrid Betancourt thing has me over analyzing everything from this summer to the entire human population. I'm sure you've all heard of this "stellar" rescue operation, but if not read about it here.

But what I really want you to do is watch this news clip on mute. Seriously, turn off the sound, the newscaster is dumb and ruins the moment. The clip was taken right after Betancourt's kids stepped off the plane. The first time they've seen their mom in six years.

Just watch them and start thinking.

Blonde hair to brown.

Today in pros and cons:

Pros:

Paid time and a half for working on a holiday. Paid DOUBLE time!
Working a later shift so that I can "sleep in" (aka waking up at 8:30am).
Banana pancakes.
Eighteen degrees (Iqaluit has had higher temperatures than SJ everyday this week).

Cons:
Working on a holiday.
Working late and missing the fireworks at Quidi Vidi.
Darryl's last day.
The power going off three times last night (and waking me up with a resounding beep of the fire alarm every time).
Having to reset all my clocks because power went off.

Happy Canada day, folks!