Closed for business.

Shutting down for the season.

Maybe forever.

I'm going to take some time to decide.

If I come back.

I guess you'll know.

Tomorrow I'm getting on a jet plane.

No looking back.

Quote of the night: "Its not that I have low standards, its just that...."

Life.
Hmmm.

yep its better with beer.


Saturday, as you read. I was chillin with Wick's, drinking red, relaxin'.
Got the call... UFC, beers and bitches?
How could a girl like me say no?

It was controvercial night.
Car Bombs.
Old Dudes.
Canadian pride.
Burt Renolds.
Low standards....
And the Hobbit killed a hooker.

Eventually we ended up at my house. There was some puking and some sleeping... and one hella disapointed pizza lady. Rockstars.

Urban Dictionary
Low Standards: When you wll accept dating a person even though you know they arent very attractive and you only take that person because you know thats the best you can get and if one of those people have the disorder its most likley they both have it.

boo ya!

Tonight has been glorious.

I have a fake fire... aka, fireplace filled with lit candles.

A clean home.

A cute snuggly little pup at my side.

A clean mind.

No homework.

No plans.

And... a glass of red in my hand.

Happy Holidays to me!

101.

I'm having trouble keeping on task today. Hours on Facebook, Snuggles with Wicket, blawg, blawg blawg....

My brain has decided we're done. No more room for learning, no more time for writing.

I'm not bitching... I'm just over it.

I had a really nice night last night, one without bull-shit. I had a really good day yesterday, I got a lot done, and I feel pretty good

Today, I slept in. I shoveled. Realized I got a parking ticket yesterday. Had computer problems. Had a presentation.... and now. well now I'm in the middle of a 24hr take-home exam on Western Canadian History....

AND all I can think about is going snowboarding, going for a beer, seeing my friends, swimming in the ocean, feeling the thrill of takoff and landing.

I want to have to open road ahead of me. I want to wind at my back and beer in my face and I DO NOT want to write a paper on Western Canadian History....

But alas here I am 533 words deep, with at least 1500 more to go.

over it, and for some strange reason....craving a corn dog really bad.

There is no such thing as normal.

today was a day like most.

should be.

it was without looming deadlines.

it was without study.

i still got lots of work done.

work i get paid to do.

the A's will feel great... pay checks also feel great.

i am ready for a holiday.

ready to dream of being independently wealthy.

ready to snowboard.

ready to drink beer.

ready to party my face off.

ready to hang with the Wick-mister.

ready to be done for a month.

ready to head to BC......

The day after tomorrow I'll be all done, and a week today I'll be on the other side of the provincial boundary.

Grab me a beer, I'm almost on my way...

What is the difference between 4th and 5th place?

i am so tired.

so uninspired.

i can hardly see.

hardly move.

like the atmosphere is no longer air.

like the atmosphere is thick.

like pea soup.

i am swimming in a sea of pea soup.

everything is difficult.

i loose hope.

i need inspiration sometimes.

sometimes i need help.

sometimes its all just a little too much.

i remember watching this race.

i remember sitting in my parents basement in 1997

watching this on television most of the afternoon.

my grandparents were in town.

i remember crying my eyes out.

just like i'm doing now.

this is it.

this is the most inspiring thing i've ever watched.

and sometimes, it makes me realize, what i'm going through is tough. but it will be ok. i'll be ok. it might get emotional. it might get messy. i may need help.

but they did it.

just because they wanted to: