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I found the end of the world today. It was awesome. Someone had even placed a handy dandy fence around the edge so no one would fall! I took pictures, which I will upload some weeks further down the line when I finish the roll and remember to develop it. (Oh and by the end of the world, I mean we drove up the tallest mountain on Salt Springs Island to see the view, but we were smack dab on the middle of a cloud, so you had a few feet of visibility before it turned into a solid wall of white. It was amazing.)

Officially stamped Gryffinpuff at fourhouseunion. I am not surprised in the slightest. I got one Ravendor vote and a few comments that I would be happy in that house or Ravenpuff as well (Julia even wanted to steal me ^^), in fact, someone said I could do well in all the houses, which was a little baffling, I admit. But a very happy Gryffinpuff I am!

It's eight thirty, November 28th and not quite ten degrees outside.

But goddamn do I want nothing than to go out there and walk and run and play until I am soaked to the bone.

Snow! Again! I was delighted enough to see it turning the air white yesterday and staying, even if only for a few minutes, on the ground. And now it's back! Yayayayayaayyayyayay!

(Icon used for exuberance, because I don't trust the snarkier among you not to use it against me in the comments.)

"Sploosh."

That was the sound that made four twenty-year olds squee all afternoon. Throwing rocks into Lake Ontario is fun when they make lots of noise. jezebeau managed to get some of them to skip, and I think mims725 did too, but the "Sploosh" was so much easier and a quick, easy fix. *sighs*

Today was a day of reunions. One happened early (my poor mother must have wondered who the hell was at the door), one happened late (they got lost). I also ate greek food for not one, but TWO meals. jezebeau also tried to mother me. Aww... in a wierd, sort of creepy way. And apparently, it's not "Who wants a cookie?" so much as "Who wants a quickie?". I was offering cookies, not sexual relations! Really!

I had a bit of shock when, going to check my watch, discovered it was not one o'clock, as I had thought, but rather ten o'clock. I then realized it was jet-lagged and all was well again.

It's so very, very nice to get away and have a break.

Also, four days. (Yes theclevermonkey, I slipped in the semi-cryptic, just for you.)

I saw what might have been a star tonight. It was probably some sort of plane, but I still wished on it. All this spring weather is infectious and I am acting as childish as ever. I was skipping as I was taking out the garbage. You heard me right. Skipping.

I was officially sorted into Hufflepuff over at sorting_elite this morning. I feel the badger in me.

Hamza came over tonight and treated me to dinner and good company. It was nice to see him and to just talk and chillax. I also did all the schoolwork I set out to do today. Score one for Katie and another for Mitchell's pink and white calendar present. Did I mention that yesterday was an amazing roleplaying session? Because it really was. On par with the session that I journalized probably, say, mid-March last year. With no "OMGBOYILIKEJUSTTOOKTHESUBWAYWITHME" rush. I think the best sessions are the ones I almost die in. Seriously, it's the trend. Man, we really did almost die yesterday, and since this is my journal, I am allowed to comment that I did some seriously cool shit. I love being an assassin. It means I get to do cool things like have the party decide on who is going to die, turn around, whip out my bow and arrow, and do it subtly enough that the arrow is killing the target before anyone realizes what I've done. It also pays to have Gods (even minor ones) owe you favours: without that, we would have been so screwed. And not in a good way. We also saw character development for Ember. Ooo.... ahhhh.... so shiny. Her nature has changed and it isn't going back, damnit!

I swam thirty lengths in the pool today, third time out I've done that. I think I have not been pushing myself enough this year exercise-wise (when I actually did it), but on the other hand, I am always low in the winter, so perhaps that was enough. Who knows. My joints are feeling all loose and discombobulated, but in a good way: is this what it feels like to have "normal" joints? I wonder. My view of what a healthy person can do and feels like it so skewed that I no longer know. But that's okay. I have enough to sort out with this body of mine. It might be pretty, but damned if it doesn't work oddly.

You know, I'm rather enjoying having my sense of humour back. I mean, it's probably already gotten me into trouble, becaues its always done that, but I LIKE being snarky and making comments that aren't necessarily appropriate or even funny. It's nice not to take myself and the world so damn seriously.

Expect a flurry of bad puns and jokes that are only funny if you are Marilyn or my parents. No apologies, because I like being funny, even if it's only in my head.

This took place sometime this fall or early winter. I hastilly scribbled down notes because I was endlessly amused by it and may have even referenced it here, but I want to actually get said notes down, as I'd like to recycle the paper they're on.

( Santa is Taking Over! OMG! )

My room is tidy. I was also going to post some Fibromyalgia notes today, to keep them handy should I ever want to reference them, but I don't want to overload the flist and I don't want to lock it, as Rachelle and a few others might actually find them interesting/useful, depending on how naive/willing to do stupid exercises they are. I rather like them. They remind me of basic details I tend to lose hold of. But tommorow, for those.

My little army of trouble dolls (okay, so there are six of them) are all out tonight. The slip of paper they came with says they're Chillean and that you lay one out for each of your problems at night. Each tiny little dolls sets about to work on the trouble you've assigned to it. Admittedly, they are not all for me today (though most are) and I know that they do not really do anything, but they make me feel a little better, like doing this somehow makes the problems a little smaller.

I like pancakes and I have decided I don't particularily care if we're having crepes for dinner too.

Ah, weekends.

I cleared a pint of rice dream (think ice cream substitute) in under seventy-two hours. I do not think I have ever done such a thing so quickly.

It was so good though.

It is my twentieth birthday today.

Please shower me with love and affection :P