It's been a hundred years

-My mom is learning to play the bagpipes and woke me up at 9am on saturday by practicing her chanter.

-Today my brother dropped/threw the tv remote into my dads plate and it got covered in ranch sauce after which they spent about a half an hour cleaning it off and blow drying it so it would work again.

-I finished my Strawberry hat. I used a child's pattern I found on the internet and miraculously fit because my head is tiny. http://www.lionbrand.com/patterns/kwe-strawcap.html?noImages=&r=1. This picture is bad but the pattern is super simple. I just made mine a bit longer. I also didn't change colour for the seeds but just sewed them on after, it was just so much easier. My next project is a cable sweater.:)

-I have made my decision and am going to the University of Windsor in Sept 2010 for English lit and creative writing

-I entered my first poetry contest with Arc Poetry magazine...I don't get results till April. I could win up to $1,000!

-I got 96 on my preliminary theory exam and 81 on my grade 6 viola practical examination...hoooraaaaa

-Summer staff reunion this weekend in Windsor!

-I need a new job

Wilted, Waterfruit, Passion. (A little bit too much back pain)

You’re back is a little broken…that’s all I’m saying
My back is broken?
I mean…you’re spine
My spine?…what are you talking about?
I mean…spineless
I’m spineless? like…a worm…or a jellyfish or something...like no bones? You’re not making sense. You never make sense… half the time you’re sorta walking around with this ‘I-know-I’m-here-and-I-don’t-want-to-be-and-life’s-a-bitch-and I hate your face’ expression.
Really? I can put all that into one expression on my face?
You’re an idiot
You’re spineless
I got it from my mom
I’m trying to give you some self-improvement tips here
You’re pretending to be dr. Phil…do I need self-improvement?
Yes...you do….I mean, kind of a lot, I think people might like you more…you’d be less lonely…maybe?
I’m not lonely...all of the time
Really? Because one time you told me you felt like a pig being roasted on a spit over a fire while the savages (who were everyone else around you) were dancing, laughing and shooting off firecrackers and drinking beer and all you felt was the flames licking at your back.
Did I?
Yeah…you said you felt like that a lot of the time…actually...you said all of the time.
Maybe that’s why I’m spineless…
What?
Because of the flames…you know?