A place where we only say goodbye.

I was watching Dead Like Me last night when I heard something that made me scoff. George said during one of her opening spiels “Everyone has lost a loved one.”

In my two decades on this earth I have never known someone to die. Well, maybe a very VERY distant relative or possibly mere acquaintances. But I have gotten away with almost twenty years of familial and friend immortality.

And I am left with so many questions.

What does one wear to a funeral? Is it still a social norm to go in black as movies would suggest?

I wouldn’t like that for my funeral. I would want a luau completes with leis and tacky bright coloured shirts. And there better damn well be a pig on a spit or I’m coming back to haunt all of you.

What happens at a funeral? I know it takes a long time to make a headstone. Do you still do a service in the cemetery? Is there anyway to get out of seeing a dead body at an open casket reception?

Do I make food? Do people make food for me?

Will all the relatives come out of the woodworks? Distant cousins and long forgotten aunts and uncles?

How much time is appropriate to take off work?

How long before someone dies and the time of the funeral?

Will people send me cards? What happens to all of those flowers, do I get to keep them? Will there be singing? Will I have to say something? I don’t want to say anything.

Please answer these questions for me because my grandfather died last night while I was watching Dead Like Me and scoffing.

And I’m not sure what happens next.

And a sunset couldn't save me now.

And I wouldn't raise my child
inside this city anyway
They grow up too savvy
and they grow up too fast
And they know about buying shit
and they know about sex
They know about investment banking
and also about brokerage firms
And they know about the numbers
and they know about the words
They know about the bottom line
and also about stones
And they know about careers
and about the real deals
And they all grow up and become
people's people with people skills

States and shark planes.

I spent the whole day cleaning.

I had set aside this day for studying for the impending International Law test I have tomorrow. But I don't have an International Law test tomorrow! Isn't that great?!

Nope.

No. Not at all. Because it was yesterday. When I got to class I threw up in my mouth and then proceeded to fail a university examination for the very first time.

I am date dyslexic.

Hrmm, what else.

I went to a party this weekend with peeps from work! I had a superz blast. I realized this morning though that I lost my necklace...

Lucky for me I took 200+ pictures so I can pretty much pinpoint the second it disappeared.

I've been feeling mucho inspiration from EVERYTHING around me. I've been painting, reading, sewing, writing, knitting, scrapping, drawing and just about everything else you can imagine that allows me to purge creatively.

I made pillow cases, want to see?

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?