For the first time since my brothers moved out, I wish they would move home. I need someone to throw me mercilessly into the snow. They were always there to stay up all night, waiting for enough snow to make the first snowman out of the first inch of snow. We always put trays of snowballs in the freezer to eat with maple syrup for dessert, and made forts and tunnels with secret cubby holes to hide our treasures from the neighbour kids. I haven't had a proper facewash yet, and it's been over 24 hours! I'm going into withdrawal.
I feel like an only lonely child.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
ah, blog. How long it has been! I didn't forget about you, honest!
I was just, well, really I was more thinking about you than anything... I thought quite a few times about what I would write if I were to visit you again... but I felt initimidated by the disappearing scope... and so I avoided you.
But no more! I herby declare, that I shall, right here and right now, tell you everything I thought about telling you in the last stretch of silence until now, but didn't. here we are:
I thought about telling you how I was wondering if it were bad that I seem to feel no guilt in breaking rules if I think they’re wrong. For example, I may feel only very slightly bad by putting Starbucks coffee in a Rizetto cup at the school cafeteria, because the prices are waaaay to high? (I haven’t, and won’t do that, by the way) Like how I just don’t pay for parking because I think it, too, is too expensive. (Although, I will have you know, since I had THAT thought, I have had three! parking tickets!)
I think I’ve pretty much always been like that. Probably because of dad. He used to eat jube-jubes in the store before we paid for them. I digress.
I wondered about asking you why I am such an arguer. Why am I such an arguer? Why do I always challenge and question? Why can't I just let things be like they are? Oh yea, because then they would never change. I remember.
I thought of telling you that I realized I have no guilt. Now THAT was a joyous day.
I thought about telling you that I have a boyfriend. But that would be a lie, and I never lie. Now THAT is a lie. Now who's the liar? Now which lie is the lie, and which true is true? Ha!
I did however, realize that I have a crush on brilliant.
The worst thing I didn't tell you is that someone stole my toque.
I'm putting up Missing postors on Monday. As a reward, I'll crochet a new toque (or three!) for the returner! Or even money, or candy.
Pretty much, all my creativity has been sucked into trying to figure out blasted finacial ratios for a blasted brilliant business plan we're working on and I have no interesting thoughts left. Literally. I'm just sitting here, listening to myself type, waiting to see what will come next. Having conversations with people, some imaginary, some real. The people I mean, not the convestations. The conversations are all real.. no wait the people are all imaginary... no wait... "That can't be right, because that doesn't make sense"(Matt) "Auntie Heather, thank you for the sour candies you gave me in my dreams!" (Jack)... erm.. good bye! hopefully I shan't be long in visiting. Cheerio!
I was just, well, really I was more thinking about you than anything... I thought quite a few times about what I would write if I were to visit you again... but I felt initimidated by the disappearing scope... and so I avoided you.
But no more! I herby declare, that I shall, right here and right now, tell you everything I thought about telling you in the last stretch of silence until now, but didn't. here we are:
I thought about telling you how I was wondering if it were bad that I seem to feel no guilt in breaking rules if I think they’re wrong. For example, I may feel only very slightly bad by putting Starbucks coffee in a Rizetto cup at the school cafeteria, because the prices are waaaay to high? (I haven’t, and won’t do that, by the way) Like how I just don’t pay for parking because I think it, too, is too expensive. (Although, I will have you know, since I had THAT thought, I have had three! parking tickets!)
I think I’ve pretty much always been like that. Probably because of dad. He used to eat jube-jubes in the store before we paid for them. I digress.
I wondered about asking you why I am such an arguer. Why am I such an arguer? Why do I always challenge and question? Why can't I just let things be like they are? Oh yea, because then they would never change. I remember.
I thought of telling you that I realized I have no guilt. Now THAT was a joyous day.
I thought about telling you that I have a boyfriend. But that would be a lie, and I never lie. Now THAT is a lie. Now who's the liar? Now which lie is the lie, and which true is true? Ha!
I did however, realize that I have a crush on brilliant.
The worst thing I didn't tell you is that someone stole my toque.
I'm putting up Missing postors on Monday. As a reward, I'll crochet a new toque (or three!) for the returner! Or even money, or candy.
Pretty much, all my creativity has been sucked into trying to figure out blasted finacial ratios for a blasted brilliant business plan we're working on and I have no interesting thoughts left. Literally. I'm just sitting here, listening to myself type, waiting to see what will come next. Having conversations with people, some imaginary, some real. The people I mean, not the convestations. The conversations are all real.. no wait the people are all imaginary... no wait... "That can't be right, because that doesn't make sense"(Matt) "Auntie Heather, thank you for the sour candies you gave me in my dreams!" (Jack)... erm.. good bye! hopefully I shan't be long in visiting. Cheerio!
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