Monday, May 31, 2004

Ah Bolsa Chica.

What rapture! what joy! what untold troves of clams! Yes, clams! Millions of them! Waiting to be rounded up and placed into small sand indentations and gawked at! At least, that's the impression I got.

So, Felisa, Becca, Hillary, Kevin and I went to the beach. Yes, I went to the beach. For the first time since I've been living in Sunny SoCal. How absurd!, you may protest. And I wholeheartedly concur.

Rather antimiraculously, we all returned the Proud New Owners of Glowing Red Sunburns. However, we can't really be blamed. You see, we made every possible attempt to protect our Delicate White Skin from the Torturous Rays of the Sun with SPF fifty (50). But alas! it was simply not enough.

Note: If you ever go to the beach with Hillary, do not put her in charge of bringing hotdogs. She will bring Big Franks. And you will be sorry.

In any case, it was a spectacular event, and one that I hope will be oft-repeated in the future. Minus the sunburns, the Big Franks, and the warm pop (soda, for those of you who don't understand the term "pop").

Sunday, May 30, 2004

And even MORE! Isn't this EXCITING??? ;)

trying ALL of the different teas at Tim Horton's in one sitting

the Star Trek store at Canada's Wonderland

my dad's office parties at Medieval Times and Wild Water Kingdom

smelling like greasy bug spray

wandering aimlessly around Weslemkoon Lake


waking up to hear the woman in the cottage next door yelling at her kids to keep back from the water

desperately running up to Dairy Queen for lunch in the sweltering heat while working at the school in the summer, eating way to slowly and with way too much laughter, and then having to run, stomachs full, all the way back to work

sugar balloons!

camping in the snow

endless evenings by the campfire, with odd assortments of chips, cookies, pop, and soy milk

Eric's hilarious stories

Mike's rude comments and wretched sense of humour

the mystery of who tossed the Cosmic Salad

dancing to polka music intended to drive us out of a closing Dairy Queen in Lindsay

reading by the window in the sunshine

fishing endlessly off the end of the dock in hopes of getting a tan AND the Big One

nights spent wandering the streets, up to Tim Horton's with very little money, knowing that if we only ordered three 12-cent Timbits, they would give us more out of pity


the hordes of small children that attack me in church

playing completely unprepared flute trios with Monica and some other poor, unsuspecting flautist

being called a lemur by Matt

listening to Rajiv's stories about monkeys and strange fruit

stalking Nick from A Buck or Two

going to hear South River at the Waltzing Weasel or William's Coffee Pub

Yeah, yeah. I'll stop again. But, really, I'm certain I'll be back with more later. I miss home, and suddenly, I'm SO happy that I'm going back! :)
And some more...

the long-haired man at Rave who knows me

using garbage bags as magic carpets on the hill by the old woodshop

the stream in the valley in the spring

South China Buffet

"fishing" while camping at Balsam Lake

Camp Frenda

the greenhouse, and the shortcut behind it

Minnie's "patience is a virtue"

the "circle of trees"

the "Ariel" rock

Nikki getting rashes for laughing, and swallowing open safety pins

singing the same songs all the time at church

hoping against hope to "win" at the vending machine in the gym

the empty library

making "be right back" signs while working the desk at camp meeting

Auntie Melonie's "always be prepared" theory, and her adeptness at personal comfort

the pontoon boat

Four Loons Marina

wading through waist-deep snow and being late for class because of it

putting all of the pillows in the house in my room and burning incense

laughing hysterically with Monica until all hours of the Tim Horton's or elsewhere

planning "amusement parks of our minds" with Nikki

somersault races down the book aisles in the library

laughing at Bobby, just because he's Bobby

JJ's American Eagle shirts, and the Spock one he stole from his brother

Nathan's dry wit

getting kicked out of class for "excessive talking" a.k.a. laughing

Well, I should go to sleep soon. But I'm sure I'll be back with more later! :D

Saturday, May 29, 2004

I've just started thinking about home again... How I miss it. And here are some of the things I miss, for your edification!

driving waaaaay too fast on campus (shhhhh...)

knowing that my treehouse could fall down at any moment...and letting kids I don't like play in it, but not kids I do

planting my vegetable garden and my herbs, and watering them even though I'm too tired to do it

choosing a movie for a Thursday night from my father's insanely huge collection

summer thunderstorms

chilly evenings around the campfire at the cottage

getting up before dawn to go fishing

kayaking in my pajamas

rolling my eyes during Lonn Russell's endless prayers at church

spending hours at Tim Horton's, talking to random people

waking up camping, either drenched in sweat because the tent's in the sun, or covered in dew because it's not

stopping by the ABC for just one 5-cent candy

making endless salad in the cafeteria, and serving pastors during Worker's Meetings and Camp Meeting

mosquito bites

driving with Monica, listening to country at full blast

mocking Nikki for living in Tyrone

freaking people out by walking around with Kelvin

going to the movies with the "thrifty" Sittlinger brothers, and visiting the "Sittlinger carport"

tea in the dark with candles

playing the piano when I'm sad

eating Sabbath dinner at my grandparents'

turning the music up full blast and singing and dancing insanely

being alone

waking up late at the cottage to warm oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies and hot coffee

my uncle's endlessly amusing friends

my loon picture and my dragon blind

my room at my dad's, with each wall a different colour

Well, I could go on, but time is limited at the moment. And so, I shall do it later! Never fear! I could go on for hours! :)

Monday, May 24, 2004

Fabulous Honors banquet, dahhhhlings!

I apologize for the preceding sentence, and hereby restate it:

Wow! Gee! Great banquet, mister(s)! It was simply HEAPS of fun!

Okay, I'll restate it again:

I would like to thank the Honors Council for providing a(n) [insert superlative here] banquet. Congratulations on a job [insert a lesser superlative than previously entered here] done!

And finally, the real one:

Thanks to the four guys and Petal for a marvelously ecclectic Asian banquet! 'Twas grand!

Friday, May 21, 2004

Anyone who hasn't been to the Say What? Coffee House is really missing out. Go have a Rasheed. You'll thank me later. If you can stop shaking and widening your eyes excessively.

In fact, there's some Japanese type dude playing there this Saturday night. I'm thinking that could potentially be great. ;)

Oooohhh...and next week both the Bloody Lovelies and Zach are playing around here! I'm quite excited. :D

And the, uh, College Woodwork site is pitiful, amusing, and horrifying. Poorly designed, screams "I WAS DESIGNED FOR FREE OR VERY LITTLE BY A MIDDLE-AGED, UNMARRIED, UNEMPLOYED ADVENTIST GUY WHO THINKS HE KNOWS HTML!!!", and foreboding of the hellish summer that I am about to have. Garumph.

Monday, May 17, 2004

Ever have one of those songs that you just love, and that seems always relevant, changing its meaning constantly to fit the context of your life? This is one of those songs for me...

do what you have to do

what ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...

and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize

that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go

a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go

Sunday, May 16, 2004

A friend sent this to me. Well, I liked it. If you don't, well...don't read it again.

And God said to the man who questioned a woman’s tears: "When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

Friday, May 14, 2004

"A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day of death better than the day of birth.
It is better to go to a house of mourning
than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of every man;
the living should take this to heart.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.
It is better to heed a wise man's rebuke
than to listen to the song of fools.
Like the cackling of thorns under the pot,
so is the laughter of fools.
This too is meaningless."

Ecclesiastes 7:1-6
I have become horribly attached to my notebook from Bradley's class. I love writing random things in it. It makes me rather happy. :)

And I have decided that I must write French poetry and English song lyrics. That's just the way it has to be. In other words, there are two options for me:

a) not write French poetry and English song lyrics, and feel despondant
b) write French poetry and English song lyrics, and feel despondant

Of the two, the choice is clear, really.

My mother and I, due to the excessive kindness and benevolence of Jim, have recently acquired the first season of The Gilmore Girls on DVD. Oh for the summer when I have time to watch them! It will be beautiful. :)

And I am now going to go eat an Aero chocolate bar. Yes, I realize you Americans haven't the foggiest idea what I'm talking about. But in Canada, we have great chocolate bars. Great ones. And if you were to move to socialist Canada, you could have health benefits and delicious candy.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Days really truly should be longer. Maybe we could make up some sort of petition...

By the way, you definitely need to check out The Scuttlebutt, home of the godhead of South Hall. It's imperative, really. Much like a verb tense.

Keep in mind the following Canadian women if you're looking for fantastic music:

Amanda Marshall
Celine Dion
Sarah McLaughlan
Loreena McKennitt
Jann Arden
Alanis Morissette
Avril Lavigne
Shania Twain (before she turned from great country to crappy pop-country)
Michelle Wright
Diana Krall
Chantal Kreviazuk
Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Sarah Slean

So just keep in mind that there are many fantastic female Canadian singers, and that we listen to them constantly in El Hôtel Kruegermeier. Because that's very important and relevant to your life.