Like anyone would want to 'R' her!

Oh Buster, I love you.

I had a crazy dream last night. I am going to have to call Dave and Lise and get them to help me out a bit. It was VERY significant. I woke up to Malcolm pounding on my door because my brother decided to drop by for a visit. Elijah gave me some money (he is rich, besides, what are younger siblings for?!). It was nice of him. It was a lot of money, too. I don't know how I got to be so bad with funds. I have money one day, and I don't have anything the day after. Perhaps even by the afternoon. I just know I must have a problem...it can't be normal to have such sifty fingers.

I have been staying up too late for the past little while. I always feel like I have to stay up to just see the crazy Conan skits before the first comercial. It has become like a tradition of sorts. I CAN'T turn off the tv till it's over. My night time television line up goes as follows:

11:00 - The Hour (George IS my boyfriend)
12:00- Arrested Development (for some reason it is different on tv)
12:35- Conan (for like fifteen minutes)

It's not too late...but when I have to get up for six o'clock to work the next day...it's pretty retarded. Like I said, it is a bahavior I can't control (I didn't actually say that...but it was implied through 'tradition'...?)

Pray for me dear friends.

School starts in September. I am so excited that this is becoming a reality. My dream is coming true. By the way...another old person died yesterday. She died in the morning, and they didn't take her body until the afternoon...in the swelltering heat...ewwww... I didn't know this one. I still miss Frances.

beating around the bush...

BAHAHAHA.

Anyways...I just finished work. It was thrilling, honestly (not honestly). I worked with this woman named Bosa who spoke very broken English. It was a party and a half trying to figure her our. It is fine when people like that are telling you stories that you can ooh and awe about...but she was asking me questions. Usually I ask people like Bosa to repeat themselves...and eventually I get it. Tonight, however, I never got it. After the fourth time (and this happened a number of times during work) of asking her to repeat herself, I responded by saying 'Yes, I think so.'. That was not the answer she was looking for. I could tell by her incredibly disappointed look on her face that SCREAMED 'Natives of the Land' (or whatever the opposite of Foreigner is!).

God Bless Bosa. She was a neat lady.

In sadder news, Frances passed away. She was on the third floor. She used to ask me for a cup of tea every three minutes...I would have to clean up like six full cups of tea from her table after lunch. I was never annoyed, she was too cute. I am going to miss her. She was seriouslly one of my favourites.

Enough. I am going to call Rachel.

The Birth Order Connection

Dr. Kevin Leman is a very talented writer. I imagine if I were to write a book (which I plan on doing one day) it would be similar to his style of writing. He takes on some pretty serious issues, but with a light-hearted tone.

Right now, I am re-reading (yes...again)...The Birth Order Connection. He describes how Birth Orders effect the essense of, well, us. It sounds pretty basic (and it is), which makes the next part quite annoying. He talks about the opposite sex, our future spouse, THE ONE...and how we can 'choose' a good match.

I am a first born only-female, which means I have some last born qualities. My best suit would be a last born male, with older sisters. My problem is this: I don't know anybody who meets that description. I can only think of two last born males in my whole network of friends...

Kev (as I like to call him) also said that the worst possible match in all the world would be for me to marry a first born male...any first born male...it would be (and I quote) a relational hell. Hmmm...Perhaps a little dramatic, Kev, but after reading further, I realized YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT! Sorry to about 90% of my male friends...doesn't look like your gonna make the cut boys.

I got burned today. Really burned. I need to fold my laundry and have a shower. Bye for now.

All dolled up and nowhere to go...

It's Saturday today, and I spent the morning getting all hot (mostly to postpone my intense boredom). I finished getting ready half an hour ago, and now I just don't know what to do with myself. I tried calling my brother to convince him that Barrie was the most happening fun he would experience this week...he didn't fall for it. Sudoku...I won three games, and then realized that if I go to bed tonight knowing that I played with numbers for an entire day...I would wish death upon myself. I stopped playing shortly after that revelation. Now...now my friends, I am blogging. I can't wait till school starts, I hate this mozzying around.

My dad told me to work at Tim Hortons to help pass the time. He told me I should march right in, and tell them this:

"Listen...I have the donut, okay?! I am just looking for some tim bits to fill in the gaps. I need some glaze on this boston cream. I was told Mr. Horton could help me out...my dad and him have been friends for years."

My dad is a nerd. I told him that just after his rant.

I love Barrie. My one and only disappointment is the lack of people my age to hang out with. I have met a couple fun individuals, but they are 3-4 years younger than me. I wish I could have taken my social life with me. Pack it up in a suitcase, and take it out when I please. It just isn't going to happen. I have to start from square one. Sigh...ah well. C'est La Vie.

It's ooozing.

Me being creative is the best form of worship I can think of. I used to get envious of other peoples abilities, but I decided that was not only foolish, but it was a slap in the face to God. Creativity is a gift, a reflection of grace. It would be really rude of me to put it on the shelf because I don't feel like I am the best one at it. Of course I am not the best...He is. Jeez.

I started my creativity day (it's a new thing...once biweekly) by making muffins. I didn't follow a recipe. They are banana blueberry oatmeal muffins (you gotta work with what you got). I was going to use chocolate milk instead of regular milk...but my spirit felt like it was going to throw up at the thought of it, so I didn't. The muffins are fantastic.

After the muffins, I decided to write. I read over some stuff I wrote a while ago (goodness gracious, I am good with words) and I put on some Sufjan for inspiration. I ended up writing a letter and a prophetic word. Fun times. I am going to pick up my old dusty guitar and write some songs this afternoon. Quite excited about it. I haven't picked up a guitar since the school of ministy...well...I tried a couple times...but then all the memories of people who are WAY better than me came to haunt me...so I dropped it. It may sound stupid to most people, but that is the way I worked. If I can't be the best, I am not even going to try. It WAS my motto.

Sigh...How times have changed.

Okay, so here is what is going on in my life as of recently. I work as a Dietary Aide. I am probably going to quit, because the hours SUCK. I am thinking of working at Food Basics for a while. The truth is, no matter what I do, I am only going to be working for two more months. Then I get to do what I came here to do. Hairdressing school is going to rock. I will have a chance to be creative every day. I am pumped.

I just got my hair done. It cost me SOOOO much money, and it was not really worth it. BUT, I am happy non-the-less. I will put pictures of it on facebook. I love the purple. It's fun for the summer.

Okay friend (Annie, I do believe you are the ONLY one who reads this...), It's time for me to work on some tunes.

Huge Bear Hug!

TIRED of sleeping in.

It was about half past midnight and I was absolutely engaged in reading some letters I have written for the past couple years. They made me laugh so hard I cried. I really did. I am so glad I wrote them.

I have been waking up at 11:00 for the past three weeks. I don't think that it is a good thing. I would feel worse if I spent half my day on facebook, or something ridiculous (oh wait!!). Oh well, at least I work today (for like three hours). I am so glad that I get to walk to work. If it were not for the walking, I would feel like such a bum. Or like more of a bum.

Anyway, immediately after writing this, I am going to have a shower, get dressed, eat some lunch, and do something. I don't know what I am going to do exactly, but it is going to be something. Something fun.

On the weekend, I am buying more clothes...smaller ones;) and getting a hot hair cut and colour. On Monday I am going to apply for some other jobs. Not that being a dietary aide isn't fun...it isn't...but I want to work in a Salon...as a receptionist. I am going to do it people. Just you wait.

Feist IS Sufjan

Conan was on last night. Noah and I watched it together. It was a pretty normal episode...until Feist came on. It was pretty amazing. Noah said something that made me laugh. Here is the script:

Bethany: I love Feist!
Noah: Oh my gosh, it's Sufjan.
Bethany: No it's not!
Noah: They are the exact same!
Bethany: NO! There is definitely a difference.
Noah: Yeah, he's not there.

I guess you had to be there, but it was seriously hilar. He was right too. I don't know what happened, but her band consisted of the following:

Her and her acoustic
A choir that sang oo's in the background
A banjo
Bells
Trombones
Trumpets

It was very very Sufjan. Even the song was a little Sufjanesque. So, yeah. I just can't figure out who is copying who. I am pretty sure Sufjan wins this battle. But it was a pretty fun song. I liked it.

Beat for the yolk, yo!

I ran out of money today. Totally ran out.
That is a lie; I think I have 0.34$ in my bank account.
I won't have funds until friday.

Today I danced with Jamie. What a wonderful dancer. I love him. Jamie + Jump 5 = one unforgetable afternoon.

I also sat outside in attempt to darken the bright paste that is my skin. It didn't work. I got so bored. I brought a book, "A Voice in the Wind"...I read 5 pages and thought I was going to die of absolutely nothing. I stopped reading, and went back to my room. I am thinking of doing a pedicure/manicure/face mask in a minute.

If I had money right now, I would take a bus to the water front and bring a sketch pad...I probably wouldn't draw anything, cuz I would get carried away by inspired thoughts about creation and life in general. Sigh...I would love to get a pita at Pharohs Pita...a chicken caesar one...they are SO delish. I can't though...and it hurts my heart, and pops my delectable dream.

If I had more than 10 bucks, like, let's say...60...I would walk to walmart and buy randoms. Then I would walk to the theatre and see Oceans 13 AND Pirates...then I would take the bus home. It would be nice. It's not going to happen, no matter how high I reach.

I guess a pamper day would be nice. I'll have a bath, listen to some melodic tunes, watch a movie and paint my nails. Yawn. I am falling asleep at the thought of that. I have so much energy and nothing to do with it. I wish I had money.

The end.

shhhh...

I walked to work today. I walk to work every day, but for some reason today was different. I smiled to whole way to work. When I started at Roberta Place (a long term care facility for seniors) it took me 45 minutes to walk there. I have always been an active person (I like to do stuff), but I have never been a routinly physically active individual. Last week, I would wake up in the morning and dread the day (mostly because of the exausting 1.5 hours of walking). Now its different. The endorphines are really kicking in. It only takes me 30 minutes to walk there now (don't ask, cuz I sure don't know). I find myself walking to places even on my days off. Yesterday, I walked to walmart...it took me an hour. It was worth it. Wether I like it or not, I am going to be a walkaholic for at least a year. Even the bus stop is a 20 minute walk. I am so glad that I was forced into this routine. I feel the benefits. I am sure you will all see them in the next coming months ;)

Now, something else I was thinking about. I don't know when I became such an 'inside' thinker. I don't think I said more than three sentances at work today. I know with my closer friends I tend to talk a lot. Actually, come to think of it, I am sure even what I share with them has decreased over the years. I don't know why I became so private. I don't think it is maturity, cuz I still have thoughts...and let me tell you...they are far from it. I would tell most people anything if they asked (hmm...is that true? *deep thought* For the most part, I guess). So why is it that I keep quiet?

When I was at Singing Waters, a couple people confronted me on this. They called me a private person. Its interesting. Maybe it is a good thing. I don't know. Sometimes it doesn't feel so good. Like tonight at work, it didn't feel right. I felt like I should be saying stuff. I have opportunities every day to spread joy...I don't. How do you just open up without being obnoxious? Maybe it is evidence of some issues I have had with being shut down or something. I don't know.

Like I said, it is just me processing. I don't know what the answer is. I don't know if it is good or bad. I am just going with the flow.

I am registering for school in september this week. I am so pumped. Thanks for all your support in this. I am going to be a fantastic hairdresser...among other things...this is just a start:)