I found an apartment! It's perfect. In a great spot - Bryant across from Childrens - the rent is good, I'll have my own bedroom and bathroom but I'll also have a roommate (one of Mike and Lisa's friends lives there now but her roommate is moving out at the end of Sept., then I'll move in). I'm very happy. The only problem with it is that I can't bring Emmett...I'm not getting rid of him. We're too bonded. But I do need someone to foster him for a while until I move into an apartment that takes cats. So, if anyone would like to take care of Emmett for awhile, let me know. My lease in this apartment is only going to be 11 months, so you wouldn't even have him for a whole year.

In other news, I went to Frizzy's for the last Karaoke of the season last night. They had a singing contest, which I did not enter, and a photobooth contest, which I did not mean to enter, but somehow did and won (in the "funniest picture" catagory.) I had to split my prize of $20 in MightyBucks with the other 3 people in the picture, but with $5 in MightyBucks I can still do a lot of damage...so I got to the bar around 10 and promised myself I'd leave around 12 since I had to work today. At 12 I decided that I could leave at 1 since I didn't really have to get up until 9 this morning and I'd still get plenty of sleep. At 1 I decided I didn't need 8 hours of sleep to do my job. At 2 I convinced some of my friends to since 'Cecilia' for me, and couldn't leave until they did. When I left at 3 I wondered why we start working so early in the morning when bars are open so late...and why I'm not a bartender instead of a pastry chef. It seems like a much better job.

IPod Survey

I found this survey on Mikey's blog. You're supposed to take your IPod or any other music player of your choice, put it on shuffle, and then ask it the questions. The songs it plays are its answers.

What do you think of me, iTunes?
"I'm Still Remembering" by The Cranberries...Ok, so, it's been a while since I've used my IPod...

Will I have a happy life?
"Online Songs" by Blink 182...Do I go by the title and think I need to keep downloading music to be happy, or by the words and see that I'll never be happy? I think I'll download some music...

What do my friends really think of me?
"Mothers of the Disappeared" by U2...I don't have any kids...really.

Do people secretly lust after me?
"Mickey" by Toni Basil...Mickey is so fine, but what about me?

How can I make myself happy?
"Celebrity" by BNL...become one, marry one???

What should I do with my life?
"Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something...anyone know Tiffany? :)

Why must life be so full of pain?
"Do You Realize?" by The Flaming Lips...the words of this song actually say, "do you realize everyone you know someday will die." I understand where the pain comes from, I was asking WHY!

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Next Time" by BNL...gee, great, thanks.

Can you give me some advice?
"Bye Bye Love" by Simon and Garfunkle...wonderful.

What do you think happiness is?
"40" by Franz Ferdinan...as in drink a 40?

If I Could Turn Back Time...

This afternoon after I left work I stopped by Mary's dorm room. It's beautiful, but that's not the point of this entry. The point is, I want to be in college again.

No, I don't want to go to school. I don't want to change my career - my job, yes, but not my career. I don't want to be 18, 19, 20, 21, or even 22-years-old again. But I want to go back to my freshman year in college knowing what I know now. I want to walk into St. Joseph's College Residence knowing that I should go to class and do the reading because it really will make my life easier at the end of the semester - no one can read an entire Sociology text book in one night and expect to pass the exam.

I want to sit around my dorm room drinking 7-Up and Peach Schnapps (Canada never did have any good alcohol...) and watch girly movies and know that my biggest problem is that my roommate might come home with her boyfriend and kick me out at any minute. I want to enjoy the times I spent with my friends more and know that as we get older life gets tougher, and I should have enjoyed those minutes more instead of complaining about insignificant things I can't even remember now.

I wouldn't change everything I did, but I would do everything the same. I would keep the same major, the same friends, stay in the same dorm. But I would be more myself. I wouldn't be afraid to show people what I believe in and how I feel, because I know now that I'm going to tell them sooner or later anyway, and if they're true friends they still love me. I would treasure the pressure of writing a paper at the last minute and enjoy the time I got to spend with my friends during our all-nighters.

As I was leaving Mary's dorm I got into the elevator with a bunch of boys and another girl. One of the boys asked the other girl if she was a freshman, and she said no, she was a senoir. Then he asked me, and I just said no. I didn't tell him it had been six years since I was a freshman, or that the next four years will fly by for him and he should love them because he'll look back some day and wish he was in college again.

Yesterday we had dinner at mom and dad's house. Baby Julia was excited to see Grandma Julia, of course:
















and Lisa seemed to go a little crazy:

but I think everyone enjoyed their food...

Buh buh buh buh

Julia was baptised on Sunday. The ceremony was beautiful, short and sweet:

After the ceremony, we all went to Esther and John's house for a party where we were entertained by boys:

Babies,

and Bees:

Maybe lay off the phone...

I woke up way way too early this morning (thanks to Emmett drooling on me...who knew cats drooled?). As I rolled over I said a silent prayer : "Please God, let me go back to sleep. I need to sleep so I can do well at my interview this afternoon. Please help me do well at my interview. Please let me go back to sleep."

Then I had the oddest dream. God was sitting in a big rocking chair, but I couldn't really see Him, just from His lap down - the rest was covered in clouds. On His lap and in His arms were the cell phones of everyone important to me, and He was rocking them like He would rock a baby to sleep...

Well, I got some good news today. Mike and Lisa will be home a day earlier than I thought. Actually a year earlier than I thought, but, I thought they'd be home Friday and it turns out they'll be home on Thursday. YAY!

I handed out resumes today. I'll keep you all updated on what comes from it.

Tonight I think I'll go to Frizzy's for karaoke. Very little can make you smile when you're sad quite like drunk people singing badly, thinking their good...

Oh, yeah, and Scott is finally writting in his blog again.

When it rains...

you know the phrase "when it rains, it pours?" Well, I believe it. I'm not going to get into all of my current issues, because I don't feel like it, but, if anyone knows of a cheap apartment in a good neighborhood, a place looking for a pastry chef that wants to pay said pastry chef lots and lots of money, someone looking for a roommate who I could live with, or maybe just has good news that will cheer me up, let me know.

How Sammy's Grown...

Esther sent me some pictures today, and this was one of them:

I couldn't help thinking about how big Sam has gotten and how he's changed. He's not a baby, and he's not even a toddler. He's a little boy. He asks such intelligent questions (like asking Leah what a wedding is) but still has great responses to her answers (after Leah's whole explanation on love and two families becoming one, Sam said he was going to have a wedding right after Mike and Lisa's so he could have cupcakes too...). He's working on figuring out the world (Baby Julia, named after Gramma Julia, is called Baby Gramma Julia), and it's so much fun to watch.

So, I was looking at these pictures of him, marveling at how much he's grown, when I came across this picture from when he was just over a year old:

and realized that maybe he hasn't changed all that much...

Her First Smile

Isn't Julia the cutest? She gets that from me, of course...

Homing Hippogriffs

I'm addicted...go to Harry Potter Games and click on Homing Hippogriffs. It makes me feel smart because it's a little kids game and I can get really far.

I hate traffic

I like to consider myself a fairly intelligent individual. However, there are a few things that, no matter how long I live, I don't think I will ever understand. Traffic, for instance. I'm almost positive that for as long as there have been people there have been traffic problems. I mean, can't you see rush hour during the caveman times? All the men walking home at the same time, beating each other with their big clubs tyring to get in front of each other. Not much has changed, really, except that now we can't step off of the path to pass the caveman in front of us (unless, of course, you're one of the jerks who makes their own lanes during rush hour and drives down the side of the highway...) We're stuck on the road, sitting there for hours, listening to bad music. So, if this has been a problem for millions of years, why hasn't anyone done anything about it??? Seriously. Add a lane to the road. Change the traffic light patterns between 4 and 7 so they're green more often in the right way. Raise the speed limits and pull people over for going under them.

So, as much as I hate traffic, I understand it. I don't understand why no one has fixed it, but I understand it. There are traffic lights, construction, slow people, car accidents, and other unaviodable conditions that cause it. But, have you tried to get out of Darien Lake after a concert recently?

I left Dave Matthews as soon as the last song ended (I thought I was leaving before the last song, but he ended 1/2 an hour before he had to...) It was 10:30. I didn't get out of the park until after 1:00. And I didn't just sit around and hang out. I got right in the car and into line to get out. Now, this example is similar to rush hour traffic, but different in the sense that EVERYONE IS GOING TO THE SAME PLACE. EVERYONE WANTS TO GET OUT OF THE PARKING LOT. There's no one going into the park. There's no one going behind the park (they closed that exit). So you're choices are right or left out of the parking lot. WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG TO GET OUT?

If anyone can explain this to me, or solve this problem, let me know. Or write to someone who can do something about it...