Premonitions.

According to a friend, if you have the same dream twice it means it will come true, while if you have the same dream three times, it will happen the exact opposite.
Assuming this is true:

(1) I will never be chased by the monster from 'Where the Wild Things Are' through the halls of the IWK hospital on Halloween. Nor will I hide from said monster in a random root cellar with all my friends from preschool and my teacher. Nor will my teacher decide to feed me to the monster so that everyone else can escape. (YAY!)

(2) I will have coffee with Tom Kastle at a Starbucks in Montreal in the middle of a blizzard. In fact, we have to walk through the blizzard to get to Starbucks, with only Christmas lights to guide our way. (...Yay?)

(3) I will marry a mysterious, face-less man with lots of money. And broad shoulders. (Not sure how I feel about the faceless part, but the rest sounds pretty good! So YAY!)

(4) Anton Yelchin will not declare his undying love for me. (D'aw...)

By the way, that first one was actually a recurring nightmare I had when I was little. Oh, and here's Anton, just for good measure. Isn't he precious?

♥ ♥ ♥

Senior Moments Already? Oh The Joys of Growing Up...

Every Wednesday morning at eight thirty five I have Math Tutorial. Now, I'm not really an early morning kind of girl: don't get me wrong, I get up early. I just don't like it. So I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't performing at optimal capacity this morning.

Halfway through the class, I heard a loud thump coming from behind me. I was pretty bleary, and just assumed that the kid in the next row back had dropped his book or something. Didn't even look.

Turns out that thump was the sound of my cell falling out of my pocket and onto the floor.

I go happily through my day, not realizing it's missing. Get back to my room, notice my phone was off the hook. I fix it and literally five minutes later my telephone's a ringing.

It seems some kind kid brought my poor little phone to the TA. He in turn emailed myself and my parents. The most embarrassing part is that he thought I was an open house kid: too young for university!!!

I have to go pick it up from him tomorrow...so embarrassing...
But reading this made me feel a little better. At least I know now it only gets better with age!

Visitors.

We had a lovely visit with some family this weekend. Aunt Elaine, the fabled quiltress, flew down on Saturday. She was planning to stay with us for a night before busing down to Sydney to visit with her daughter, son-in-law and gorgeous granddaughter for two weeks.

Little did she know, Mum planned a surprise. Cousin Erika, her boyfriend Rob and baby Frances drove down to meet her at the airport. Much screaming and hugging ensued. Then everyone came back to our place for a sleep over of sorts.

Cousin Erika and he-who-shall-now-be-known-as-Cousin-Rob (a. He's my cousin's permanent partner, and b. he's thinking about buying a sailboat. Enough said.) as well as baby Frankie slept in my parents room, my parents slept in my room, Aunt Elaine slept in Geoffrey's room, Geoffrey slept in the furnace room and I shared the couch with the dog. All in all though, a very happy evening.

Here are pictures of my cousin's baby: depending on your point of view, Frankie Moon is either my second cousin (my view) or my niece(J.Y and M.C's view). The little one and I are still ironing out the details haha.







p.s: In that last one she has a fist-full of my hair. Too precious!

16 Days and 13 Hours til Halloween!

Just saying.

To My Brother, Who Ignores My Text Messages.

Geoffrey, Geoffrey, where is your phone?
Sitting so lonely, turned off, at home.
If it could speak to you, what would it say?
"Take me to school, don't just hide me away!

The principle won't see you as his arch nemesis,

If you don't take me out while on the premises!
You won't get in trouble, you won't be harassed,
As long as you turn me off while you're in class!
Plus then your sister can call you."
The End.

Midterms.

An original poem in two lines:

We swore we were ready, that we were grown up;
So life was like 'Fine bitch!' and now we're like 'Fuck...'

Animal Eyes.

A selection from our visit to the wildlife park this weekend.

Dog Walk Park

Fish in Progress.

I've started painting again, a piece in the style of 'Superstition Mountains'. Its working title is 'Sunfish', but that may change in time. I usually go through a couple of names before finding the right fit. Just waiting on a gold paint pen to finish! And possibly some orange-y-er red, depending on how dark what's on there now dries...

Wishy-Washer Woman.

I remember reading somewhere that it's better for the environment and for your clothes if you handwash them and hang them to dry. Old-soul that I can be, I decided to give it a go. Not to mention the machines on my floor were all in use at the time...but let's just keep the self-less, environmentalist excuse! ;)

Grabbed my handy dandy MP3 and away I went!

I started by sorting my dirtys by colour and water temperature. I hadn't realized there was so much until it was all lying in piles on the floor, but I was already committed to sustainability! (plus, as I said before, the washing machines were busy)

Started with warm-water darks, and realized part-way through that I hadn't set up my drying rack...whoops! After that was sorted, I hung them up with towels underneath to catch any drippings. Used the now-cool water from warm-water darks to wash the rest of my colours. Then the rinse water from cool-water darks to wash whites. There was quite a bit of shuffeling (I used my blue bin as a second sink) but now all done!

And I have blisters on my hands from kneeding and wringing all that wet fabric. My poor paws feeling like I've just spent an afternoon hauling wet ropes while sailing.
Maybe I should wear my sailing gloves if I try this again...

Didn't get to towels, maybe later. Now I know why washer-women in books and movies always have red hands and huge, muscel-y arms! I'm bushed!