two packs of cinnamon gum on my head

survived my first day back to reality. it's actually nice to see everyone again. plus everyone liked my new hair. theresa felt it had something to do with her because she has red and blonde too. she likes to have any kind of connection with me and that is what i told her.

today i wore my new black three strand headband.

mysterious happening: i have several witnesses to the fact that my inky black fingernail stain was developing fleshy toned spidery sprouts. indeed sarah has caught me quite engrossed in examining the odd phenomenon. well today at our morning unit meeting i was again engrossed in the many intricacies of the inky fingernail, specifically how some of the black was growing to the top and the neatness of how if i press down on my finger top and pull back, i can see the pocket open up and the top of something thick and black. i was in the midst of this discovery when lisa piped up and said "it doesn't look real. it looks like you took some ink and painted a line down your finger." and i was about to admit to doing just that when i stopped short and looked at my finger nail again. spider sprouts were gone and everything was fresh and black again! verrry mysterious. verrrrry twilight zone.

some of you may wonder what i did on saturday. well i'll tell you. saturday was spent putting things in their places. unpacking if you will. edith was against me keeping so much of my kitchen stuff but i stubbornly clung to the things i chose to keep, insisting that there was in fact room for them in our new place. "it's stressing me out, to be honest!" she accused. "don't worry about it." i replied. "i'll make it work." and so saturday i was determined to do just that. my mind was a buzz with spacial calculations and i was entirely focused on my task. it turned out quite well too. in the end i didn't even have to use a few of the spots available to me. proud of myself, i was.

moment of frankness: then i showered because frankly and i do intend to be quite shockingly frank, i hadn't showered since TUESDAY. i blame an intense moving schedule. it was delightful to be clean again.

so doug and delanie have an empty chest freezer in their garage and they said we could use it to freeze treat some of our items so we drove over and brought our suitcases and a bag with claudine's books, and randy's coat and a bag with paintings and framed photos. delanie had said to let ourselves in and just go into the freezer and do what we had to do because she had a bad back and was in bed. so we did just that. she also mentioned that we might have to moves some stuff off of the freezer, but she didn't mention the obstacle course on the way to the freezer. despite this surprise, we made our way to the freezer without incident, proceeded to unload the tool chest, multiple paint roller trays, water cooler, a jumbly box full of what appeared to be a ceiling fan and other sundry items, onto a tipsy turvy tower which toppled a couple of times. at one point it seemed like my first painting wouldn't fit. "you can paint it again." suggested edith like she was using the most basic common sense. "no i can't!" i objected, personally injured. "yes you can!" she insisted. "NO I CAN'T. it can never be repeated!" "why not??" "it just can't be done!" this continued for a while and then we solved the problem and that was the end of it.

then we drove to empress house and picked up matt. at this point i was already ravenous, not having eaten very much at all during the day. edith was hungry too but she had a salad before we left so her hunger did not count as much as mine.

we ate at cactus club in richmond. i had the cajun chicken cheddar sandwich and lemonade. once we all got our food we talked very little. then we brought matt home with us and he worked on edith's computer, a venture which ended up taking many years off of all of our lives. while elicia's old laptop laboured along slooooooooooooooowly we ate jelly bellies, watched the muppets, played golf, and sevens and delved into what kind of girl is pretty to matt with several examples. and talked about several other enlightening topics like how girls have to throw themselves at shyer guys for them to be able to make a move. but i'd rather have a guy throw himself at me. :) a guy who fights for you, who's so into you he'll be obvious about it. that's what i'm into. does that even exist in real life? i hope so.

on the way to kal tire one early morning after christmas dad asked me if i was too comfortable in my single life to want the annoyance and pain of raising children and having a family. too good for a widow, for example. i told him i'd never choose being single over having a family. i know marriage and family isn't all a rose coloured fairy tale but singlehood isn't a dream come true for me. he didn't know that i've been dreaming about being a mom since i was little girl. i probably never told him. so then he asked why i wasn't searching out more widows. :) i said "dad there are no internet widowersRus websites." haha. anyways i'm supposed to flirt more. not that i really know how to flirt, maybe that's my fatal flaw?, but the bigger problem is with whom to flirt. dad also said "i think you would make a really wonderful mother." which was a good thing to say and nullified the comfortable in single-hood thing. he said it like he really meant it and had been thinking it for a while. i might not find out in a long time but i still have hope. today i was talking to some of the girls upstairs and they were talking about when they wanted to have children. tanya said 35. lisa m. said 31. she said 35 was too late but then she cut herself off. "sorry, no it isn't..." looking up at me. haha, man. "it's ok if it's too old for you." i told her. "i'll keep trying until i'm 45 or something, so i have 10 years."

anyways i digresseth. at 12:30am matt had had enough and we drove him home while the turtle laptop laboured on.

when we got back we went our seperate ways to our beds and that was saturday.

friday:

don't worry friday is short. we ate at ihop with shauna who helped us clean our apartment new year's eve night and stayed helping us until we were done at 1ish in the morning and then slept over. a member saw me there and ended up secretly paying 20 dollars of our meal. we drove to the apartment, handed in our keys, picked up my peony pot which i had to hold on my lap while it watered my lap, dropped shauna off, and spent the rest of the day in front of the tv watching bridget jone's diary one and two.

this is all i will write at this time.