Acoustics of the mind;

Well, I finally finished reading Blue Like Jazz, and I have to say that it was fantastic! Not at all what I expected it to be, which normally would mean it was awful, but I loved how fresh and in your face it was. And somehow I hadn't ever even heard of Reed, strange, I know. But now I want to visit it, just to say I've been there. I'll go to the library and do something... daring. I've turned my window into a bookshelf, I really like it here in the Saindon's house. Carolynn and Nicole, your house is awesome, I really don't think I could've found a better place to stay!

As for other updates, I really don't have too many. Despite my not wanting to, I'm going to have to get a cell phone, just to make it easier for the school board to get in touch with me for teaching in the mornings and such, in case I'm out for a few minutes. I'm also going to take a trip to Winnipeg, although I don't know when yet. Oh, and Elisha and I are going to get our noses pierced! One of these days she'll just up and ask me, and I'll say yes, and then I'll have a new little piercing. I'm so nervous, but in a good way!

I've come to the conclusion that within the next few years, I want to get out of here. By here I mean North America. I'm getting tired of having to put off all these plans. Unfortunately, there are responsibilities like school and future employment to consider. Hmph. Mom thinks I should just go, she supports me in wanting to go and learn the languages in a few of the native places, which would mean geting a work visa and spending approximately a year in each of the places. I'd get to make money to support myself (on top of what I'd have brought), learn the language, interact with the people and learn an unimaginable amount of cool things, and potentially find a wonderful husband with an accent to sweep me off of my feet. There are really no downsides!

On another note... I think "Shakespeare" is moving on. Which hurts a little bit, I sort of figured it would happen... once he left Snow Lake and I wasn't the only person around anymore, the feelings would wane. But it still hurts nonetheless. Maybe I'm wrong though, I guess we'll see. I'm just bloody sick of being the upgrade girl, the one you're with until something better shows up. It makes me want to refuse to date anyone, EVER. Claire, convince me to stay away from mankind, it'd really solve a lot of life's problems. :(

Boarder.. of the home type; not surfing. Heh.

I'm officially moving out of my house! Technically this is quite cool, as other than going to school I've never gotten to move out before. What a momentous occasion! I get to move in with the Saindons (Nickels??) and I'm ridiculously pumped!!! I'll be substitute teaching again full-time, and working at the Juniper Center, which I think will be a great and rewarding job; it's something I've always wanted to try too! So tomorrow morning I'm off, maybe something huge will happen, like my eyelashes will go black or I'll grow an inch taller! Haha, as if.

Other than that... I have updates, but can't give them yet.. sorry. I'm listening to a super awesome song, Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! at the Disco.. it's pretty much amazing. "Cool Beans" as Tracey would say - she's my fellow gangster, word.- I like their new album, it's very different from the overdone punk scene they stepped into (even though they conquered it, no one could beat them!). I'd suggest ye' give it a listen!

Anyway.. I don't actually have much to talk about, haha. Our house is getting done really quickly, we'll start painting in a few days, the ceiling wood is all done, the cementboard crap is all laid out, and the drywalling has been done for a few days. It's also nice not to have so many random contractors all up in my house, taking up the bathroom space when I want to do my hair, etc! Don't shake your head Claire, I'm serious, I need my space to do my hair.. I've got bony elbows!

I love you all and will think of something exciting to write soon.

Such as now: I have a boob scar, and it makes me look like a wicked awesome Pirate. Arr.