My Cup Runneth Over

So, I don't really know how to start this or what to say.

It's 11:25 p.m.. In eactly five hours and twenty minutes, Dad will be waking my up.

I've cried way too much in the past week for everything I've been given.

I'm getting really tired of goodbyes.

But I'm really happy that most of mine are only for now.

Sam knows I'm leaving.

I have the best parents in the world.


I feel like this is necessary:

To Heather - Don't find a new best friend at Grenfell. Just place holders until I get back. And keep a good head on your shoulders like you always have.

To Scott - Keep an eye on Grammy.

To Sexy Eyes - Cry like you mean it.

To Erika - I love you always and always.

To Edith - Always come home.

To Robyn - I neeeeeeeeeeeeed you.

To Jacob - We love you more than you'll ever know.

To My Grasshopper - Be good. Be confident. And remember that injustice makes us better people.

To Corner Brook, to Balsam Avenue, to Mom and Dad, to Sam and Bailey, to the last door on your right - You are my home. You will always be my home. It is you that I hate to be separated from, and it is you that I will miss most of all.

If you find it’s me you're missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return,
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning, and in the road I’ll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end.
And the path I’ll be retracing when I’m homeward bound again.

Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I’ll return to you somehow.

Just Enough Poofy

So yesterday was a crazy day.

I spent yesterday morning at VBS. After finishing up around 12:30, I picked Katie up at work and we went out for lunch at Aroma's. I knew I was going to be eating a lot yesterday, so I had a salad.:) We ate and talked and made plans for me to crash the magazine committee meeting at Corner Brook High when I come home for Christmas. :) When I dropped Katie back at work after lunch, she wouldn't get out of the car. aahhaa. oh Katie.



Heather and I were supposed to go to the beach after lunch, but since it was raining, I did some banking instead. Our house bank account is now set up and ready to go. We even switched the light bill over into the McWhiteson name. Not really.

At three, I picked Kristin up to go to Tim Horton's for some catching up and goodbyeage. But we went to Steady Brook for ice cream instead. I'll relay the conversation to you.

Meagan says: "Hi Kristin."
Kristin says: "Hi Meagan."
Meagan says: "Where are we going? Tim Horton's was just a suggestion."
Kristin says: "Where do you want to go?"
Meagan says: "I don't know. Where do you want to go?"
Kristin says: "Oh yah. We're both bad at making decisions."
Meagan says: "Well, do you feel like donuts or ice cream or do you even want food?"
Kristin says: "Oooooooh. Ice cream sounds good."
Meagan says: "Good! Where do you want to go? There's McDonald's and Dairy Queen and all those places - let's not go to a restaurant. And there's the stand by the mill. And George's has really good ice cream."
Kristin says: "George's is really far away."
Meagan says: "It's not that far. OH. They have this reeeeeeeally good kind of ice cream there. It's called White Velvet Blush. It's strawberry cheesecake with white chocolate cups. And the white chocolate cups are filled with strawberries."
Kristin drools.
Meagan says: "I think we're going to George's."



Kristin went to Washington this summer to see the Holocaust museum. That's so interesting. I'm a little jealous. Annnnnyway, Kristin and I spent our outing laughing at our sleepover and reliving our trip to Ottawa and smiling at how wonderful it was to play trombone together in the Herdman Wind Symphony and Stage Band for two years.:)

Ku-ku-ku-cold ice cream, Kristin.



I almost died when Kristin told me about when she took her driving test. The examiner asked her to flash her brake lights, but she apparently has some sort of hearing problem, so she barped the horn instead. The examiner got in the car and asked her if she even knew which one was the gas pedal. Kristin. Barp so does not sound like brake.

Oh Kristin. Concert band will not be the same without you by my side. Ohh man. I just thought about jazz band. Who's going to stroke my foot while she keeps the beat? BAHA. Sigh. I'm sure Mr. Phil Holoway or whoever that amazing Sally Ann Trombone Player going to MUN is won't wear matching pajamas with me when we go on band trips.

Be a kick-bum Principal Trombonist in Wind Symphony this year, Kristin. And play some Disney trombone solos and think of me.



(THE PICTURES STOPPED WORKING HERE AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT FOR THEM TO WORK AGAIN.)

After dropping Kristin off, I picked up a cheeseburger for me and brought my Grammy an icecream from McDonald's. Grammy went to Bonne Bay today, so I had to say my goodbyes yesterday. Sigh. I'll not talk about it. I love my Grammy a whole, whole lot. She is wonderful beyond words.

And thhhhhhhhhhheeeeen Heather picked me up for our final Corner Brook hanging out. She told me only that I shouldn't eat much for supper and that she'd pick me up at 8. Our first stop was the East Side Soccer Pitch, where we met during the summer before grade seven on the Under 12 All Star Girls' Soccer Team. Confused? Yes. We both stunk. They took everyone who tried out.

Next we went to G. C. Rowe, our junior high.

Oh, junior high. How happy I am to be rid of you.

Then to Pizza Delight, which will forever co-incide with wonderful post-grade-nine-prom memories. We were given the biggest booth in the restaurant, and we ordered a nine inch garlic fingers between us. Haha. Fooled them.

Then we drove by our junior high bus stop. The bus stop we used to get off at was actually neither or our real bus stops, but it was kind of in the middle of our houses. We'd get off at this bus stop and spend a half hour talking in the field before walking the rest of the way home. Wow. I'd forgotten how attachedatthehip we were.

Following the bus stop, we went to the Eastside Valley Playground, where we've spent oh so many evenings talking on the swings. Here, we talked about how I'd found the diary which chronologized my grade ten crush on a certain tall and lanky individual. And we talked about how I systematically shredded the diary. True story.

Our final stop was our beloved Herdman, from which all great memories grow. After sitting down on the bench, Heather said, "Every princess needs a tiara," and she handed me a crown. Ok. Heather and I have always wanted to sit down with a full cake and two forks and just dig in.

. . . .

Yah, we did that.


Then she broke out the baked chips and onion dip. My favourite. And guess what we did while we ate. Yes. Heather had a slide show presentation prepared of our friendship, which we watched on the little portable DVD player. FOR REAL.

Heather<3. I can't believe you thought of all that. I'm so excited that you planned it all out for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. How shweet.

And, in conclusion, saying goodbye to so many different people means a whole lot of eating. Yesterday, I had Aroma's, McDonald's, Pizza Delight, George's ice cream, plus chip and dip and cake. Just roll me in to orientation.

I. Am. So. Tired.

Here is the Tim Horton's window, where Sarah and I received our lunch today.



Here I am showing off my amazingly flexible hips.



Here I am meditating like an Egyptian.



Robyn is a rock star.



Robyn and I are in love.



I have no pictures of when I successfully set up our house bank account today. I have no pictures of the vicious tweezer girl who did my eyebrows today. I have no pictures of the fabulous meal that my aunt cooked for me. I have no pictures of the address book she gave me, in which she put her name first, "because A stands for aunt." I have no pictures of Heather, who was also with us tonight. I have no pictures of my amazing ability to portray eating a chicken McNugget in slow motion. I have no picture of me seeing Danika Kung through the McDonald's window. I have no pictures of me exclaiming way too excitedly, "She's from Stephenville!" I have no pictures of me becoming even more excited when I saw Ashley Sheen walk by the McDonald's window. I have no pictures of me waving happily to her. I have no pictures of her asking me, "What's up?"

Ask Her if She's Meagan White's Sister and She'll Love It

Awkward.

Introduction.

Darren and Jennifer, from church, had Josh and I, plus Jacob, Sarah, Vickie, Alex, and Danielle, over for supper tonight. At first it was really uncomfortable, because Jacob, Josh, and Sarah were nostaligically reliving their Starrigan days. Then they moved on to Silver Birches pranks from the Junior Days. I chimed in with my "In my first year at camp, I painted Jacob's toenails!" story, but that's about as far as my contributions went.

When we went downstairs, because Josh decided to awkwardly sit on the floor instead of in the massive hole between Sarah and I on the couch, I sat next to Jennifer. Sarah talked and taaaaaaaaaaaalked and talked about her preppy volleyball teammates and nerdy 901ers and hairy-lipped male friends. Josh, Jacob, and Darren listened intently. Alex dozed in the corner. Vickie and Danielle kept to themselves. And Jennifer and I just laughed and made snide remarks to eachother about Sarah's ghusto and Darren's inability to pick up the right groceries. I had soooooooo much fun being mature. :) I love Darren and Jennifer.

Then I brought Sarah home, and she spent about fifteen minutes hoping in and out of the car as we finished stories and started new ones just as she was about to walk away. We're going to go through a drivethrough somewhere tomorrow after VBS. Sarah's exccceeeeeeeeeeellent on the lunch outings. Yesterday, she treated me to Subway. Because we're awesome. :)

So that's my evening. I also spent all afternoon packing my clothes, which was exhausting and boring. My room is getting pretty empty! While I was trying to figure out what to take for a jewelry box, Mom brought out a present. It's a little glass jewelry box that has this precious daughter verse thing on the top. Inside the box were two chains with a Mom/Daughter heart pendant on them. Just like the one I have with my sister. Sigh. I'm a pretty big homebody, but my parents are especially having a really hard time with me going away. I love my parents soooooooo much.

And I also had a nap around 5:00, because I was dizzy from all the ups and downs of closet cleaning, and because supper at Darren's wasn't until 7:30 and I was getting hungry. And because I don't get enough sleep.

P.S. Regina update: I bought the Begin to Hope CD yesterday and I'm learnig even mooooooore Regina songs. I've also discovered that a couple of my friends like to make a habit of naming their blogs after Regina songs. I'd never noticed. Apres moi le deluge. I have dreams of orca whales and owls. It's not my choice.

Will You Feel Bett-o

What a weird and wonderful weekend.

Friday started for me at about 11:23 a.m.. First time I slept in that late since like SAFEGRAD. Crazy man. As I'm debating whether to eat breakfast or lunch, I get a call from Jane. "Meagan," she says, "This is your last Sunday!" "Why yes, Jane, this is my last Sunday," I reply. "Well then, Meagan, you must play piano for the offering on your last Sunday." "Humm. Alright then, Jane," I say.

So, after spending alllll afternoon trying to figure out what to play, I finally decided to debut my ear-playing abilities at Corner Brook Temple. Yep. Sarah Woodland likes "Above All," so I picked that one. Yeeeeep.

Then I'm talking to Jacob on msn, and he says we should do a duet. Of course I'm all in. So I go to his house, where we spend an hour and fourty-five minutes practicing "You Raise Me Up" and trying to play two hymns at once. Then we decide to wait until Christmas to do a duet, and I go home and eat supper with my parents. After being invited to stay for supper about 29385239 times by Jacob's dad. :)

I'm going to switch to the past tense now.

As we all know, Friday was Heather's birthday. After supper, we totally went back to that movie store that we were too young for like 9 days ago and opened a membership. It was very satisfying. And then we watched My Girl 2 with Robyn.

On Saturday morning, we finally did that park picnic that Josh has been planning forever. Only four of us could make it, but that's ok. We picked up pizza and brought it to the Regatta to cheer on the Awesome Possums. Who actually won. We wore hats and everything. Too cool, guys. Too cool.

Smile. You're at Pizza Delight.





Totally got my face painted.



Oh yah. I got to say goodbye to Nancy for like the 293823498th time at the Regatta. :(

After dropping everyone else off, I got to hang out with Katie at Wal-Mart. Awesome.

When I got home, mom decided that it was a good time to do some back to school clothes shopping. Excellent. And I am verrrrrry happy to report that I had a successful jeans shopping trip. Bluenotes is liking my body shape this season. :) And I(Mom) also bought three t-shirts, a zip up sweater, and six pairs of socks. If only it had costed thirty-four dollars.

At 8:50, I was peer pressured into seeing Snakes on a Plane with Josh, Jacob, Sarah, and Ashley. What an absolutely horrible movie. Don't go see it. After the movie, Ashley flew the coup, and the rest of us went to the Thompson household to get costumes to wear through the McDonald's drive through. We got some weird looks.

Jacob and I spent thirty minutes skateboarding and rollerblading around the Zellers parking lot, while Sarah tried to lock us out of my car and Josh chased us around.

And then church came. Kent started the band pep talk with a nice nostalgic "Goodbye Meagan" which made me pretty sad. Sigh. And then Rick did a nice public "Goodbye Meagan" with the announcements. Determined to make me cry, they are. You should have seen the bulletin, though. I feel special. Nice subtle title there, guys.



For lunch, my family brought Grammy to Humber Valley Resort. It was really sunny and warm, and if felt so summer-ish.

After lunch, I went to Staples for Employee Shopping Day, where I got over sixty dollars back from my camera. I'm so lucky.

After the shopping, I . . . wait for it . . . went out for supper with Erika. Yes, she's in town. We went to Pizza Delight, and then to the park for a short swing before church. And, for the record, I brought my Bombay photo album to show her, because it's the only printed evidence of my summer that I have, and she found it almost as funny as I do. Man, I forgot how much I miss that girl. We can relate to eachother on almost everything. And she's always, always, on my side. I love you Erika Barrett. <3



And then the evening service. Rick let me pick my favourite song which, of course, was "I Have Decided to Follow Jesus" - all four verses - for sentimental reasons. That made my day as much as the program.

Sigh. I love my church so much. Home doesn't even begin to cover it.

On another note, I've developed an unhealthy addiction to selected Regina Spektor songs. I'm in love with your daughter.

Where Your Life Begins

So now it's officially Saturday. One week until I leave Corner Brook forever. Or until Thanksgiving. Feelings?

umm. Scared, but that's normal.

Not as well as I'd be feeling if I was doing real university. Music School doesn't seem like real school to me. Should that tell me something?

Really lucky to have some of my best friends going with me.

Like it's time. For a change. And for Me to start.


In other news

We had a house meeting last week, during which we drew our rooms. Here is a picture of the house layout. Be excited.



I'd post the picture I have of what is now my room, but the cd is all the way out in the living room. And I'm too cozy in my pjs to go out. Oh well. Maybe later.

M + R = TLA

I've had a request for pictures from Heather's party.

Go nuts.

Of Greater Things

When I switched on the tv during lunch today, this really random Christian Accounting show was on. Honestly, I usually find these shows that try to give Godly direction into something that is so worldly kind of lame. But I listened for a minute anyway.

They were talking about investing in the stock market. This Jamaican guy in a bowtie was talking about the risks of the stock market and was debating whether or not investing in the stock market is gambling. It was pretty interesting. The Jamaican guy said, "Invest in heavenly treasures." He concluded that the stock market is not necessarily wrong, but is perhaps not the best way to be funding the Great Commission. It all goes back to that great fallacy that not all aspects of life need to be submitted to God.

This got me thinking about something that's really been bugging me lately.

Striving for purity has always been something that has come relatively easy to me. But, every now and then, I get tired of spelling out the not-so-nice words or not laughing at the crude jokes or having my friend skip a vulgar song on a cd simply because I am present. I just want to haul the stupid stick out of my butt and be done with it.

And then I read my favourite book in the Bible, and I remember why I'm doing it.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.
Philippians 4:8-9

This. Is. Me.

Tonight was extended family good luck supper night. I held it together very well. Even when Cousin Scott hugged me goodbye. :)

Here are some pictures of my oh-so-loveable cousin Laura:






hmmm. It is now officially Heather's eighteenth birthday. Hey. This is her golden birthday. (18 on the 18th . . . .). Happy Birthday Heather! :)

And, as a conclusion to this incoherent mess, a treat from this evening for all of those who love my grandmother.



Yes. She is wearing a miniature cowgirl hat.

Than I Ever Have Before

Why am I so indecisive about my feelings towards moving away?

Last night, I was excited about a year of fun with my roommates.

Today, I'm back to wondering if I'll ever survive on my own.

I'm excited about laughing at the boys with Robyn.
I'm excited about blowing bubbles on our roof.
I'm excited about house Costco trips.
I'm excited about meeting cool people from church.
I'm excited about hanging out with my Stephenville Amigo.
I'm excited about getting invited to Susan Lee's house for meals.

I was thinking about how set I was last fall on staying home for a year. I was thinking about what a drastic change moving is causing.

But I suppose the drastic change occured when I graduated and left the sheltered world of high school. Spending a year at Grenfell would, for me, be a transition year.

And one thing I've never been able to stand is living in the in-between.

1:20-ish

Pickle.

I Loved You First

I forgot to tell you.

I'm wearing a black shirt today. And my hair is exceptionally spirally. I'm feeling particularly elegant tonight.

And check it out, Sexy Eyed Sarah:



No gigantic straps.

You Are My Sweetest Downfall

Exciting news of the day? I bought my very own digital camera. mmmmhhhhmmmmmm. Totally pumped. It was a very spontaneous purchase. Staples had a wicked deal on a Kodak Easy Share {Sarah, it's either like yours, or is an earlier version of yours. I don't remember. And it's silver, not black). With the whole $50/week work arrangement, I'm very excited to be able to afford a camera. Now I'm broke. Actually, I secretly dipped a teeny bit into my scholarship money. But don't tell anyone.

I went to Jungle Jim's for supper with Heather and Nancy. It was quuuuiiiite the lovely evening. I haven't hung out with Nancy in ferrr ever. Nancy is heading to Toronto in September to spend a year working with inner city children with the Urban Promise program. I'm very proud of her :)



ALSO, we had a house meeting at 9. I'm feeling excited. I realized tonight how well the four of us get along. We'll be like a little family. Andrew is most definitely like the Grandpapa, because he's 19. I'll be the Mom. Robyn is the School Marm. And Josh is the seventeen year old university student son. baha.

To My Grasshopper and Her Counterparts

It really bugggggs me when people are all "I hate my hometown." "I hate my junior high." "I hate my church." "I hate my circle of friends." "Judging by my pinhole view of it, Mount Pearl is the only cool place on earth."

Cut the "I hate everything that makes me who I am" crap already.

Ha.

Ha. Heather. This reminds me of you.

J'ai employé un translater pour ceci. Soyez excité pour le présent.

I totally sent one of you cool kids a present today.







Who's going to get the present? Whooooooooooo? I know you all want it.

Relish and Cheese Whiz

For my Beloved, weekend-completing Sarah:




See you on the Avalon, Homeskillet Toast.

Seize le Weekend

Jack was every inch a sailor. Yes he was. Five and twenty years a whaler.

Heather, Meredith, and I went to my cabin last night. I have to admit that I was preetttty moody when we left, mostly because I was noooot in the mood to be venturing to Howley in torrential rain. But "On and On and On," by ABBA, came on the radio on the way up, and I came around.

We didn't get to the cabin until after nine, so we didn't do much last night except snack, watch tv, and play cards. I realized, though, that perhaps the best feeling in the woooorld is reaching that state of tiredness where absolutely evvvverything is hilarious.

We woke up this morning to more rain. That's ok. We go canoeing and kayaking anyway. The canoe/kayak trip turned out to be the most fun had in an ABBA-less situation ever. We decided to be adventurous and cross the lake. And we got out of the boats at two different islands. We were the only ones brave enough to be out on the water. I'm proud.

So that's about it. We left around supper time, so it was a short trip. The rain was suck-ish for driving, but made the rest of the trip exciting. :)




P.S. Try not to be intimidated by the extreme gorgeousness of that last photograph.

Success.

She's laughing.

Hiiiiiiiiii Emily

Now she's reading my blog.

Hi Emily.

Just For Kicks

Guess what I'm doing right now.












I'm talking to one of the girls in my camp on msn. While she is sitting at the computer right next to me.

And it's quite amusing.

Sooooo you want a revolution

So, I'm a blogging drama queen, eh? I suppose I am. Ohhhhh well.

Let's go for some optomistic randomness this morning.

We went to see a movie last night. And I still can't remember what it was called. Something Nights. It wasn't that great, anyway, so it doesn't matter. There weren't enough seats in the row for all of us, so, since we were last in line for popcorn, Josh and I had to hop up a row. Leanne randomly showed up - yes, Cool Nancy's sister Leanne - and, since she didn't know the guy she was sitting next to, she also hopped up a row with Josh and I. I loooooooove Leanne.

I cancelled our Zenzville cabin yesterday. :( I allllmost got to see ABBA again. But it's not playing this weekend. Darrrrn. I am, however, very excited that, now that I have a handy dandy credit card, I can book cabins. I feel so grown up.

While I was in the shower this morning, I got some major soapage in my eye. Ouuuuch. What do they put in that Pantene Curl Bounce stuff? It looks like I have hay fever on one half of my body. baha. I rock.

I officially completed my Photoshop project this morning. I'm suuuuper excited to take home the disc and get it printed. :D:D

Heather and Meredith and I are headed to Hoowwwley this evening. Scorrre. It's supposed to rain, though. We should rent some more Disney movies for the rain. And, Robyn, I stillll think Canta rehersals stink. What time is the rehersal? Can we waaait for you?

Was it Jenny Jackman's birthday yesterday? I totally saw her and work at didn't mention it.

Finnnally, Robyn Alison, if you haven't spontaneously ventured to St. John's this weekend, we should hanggg outt again on Saturday or Sunday. Two Robyn shoutouts in one entry. Feel important.

I love you. Yo'.

So more sentiment today. Tiffany goes on vacation with her family on Saturday, so she and Samantha and Ashley came to our house for supper (Trent had to stay home for something).

Samantha, Ashley, and I spent the evening bouncing on the trampoline. We have this system where they lie down and I bounce them really high. They love it. Samantha was trying to get Ashley to lie down so I'd bounce them, and she said, "Sit down, yo'." No joke. I even asked her to repeat herself. Oooooh my little gangsta niece. :)

Ashley's just barely five, so she just gave me a hug before leaving and got into the car. But when Tiffany reminded Samantha to give me a hug, she ran back from the car and hugged me oveerrrrr and over and kept saying "I'm going to miss you." Gooosh. That did it for me. Tiffany was the last to give me a hug, and, as she tried to tell me some story about when she went to university fifteen-or-so years ago, I just blubbered away on her shoulder.

Ooooh, Tiffany. I don't buy into this whole age-difference-half-sibling garbage. I don't know why I've always been so proud to say the words "my sister." But it's always been so.

Amazing Love

Well, I'm back at work. And it's collld here.

Guess who called me last night? Yes, SUSAN LEE. She's in town. I'm so excited. I don't think I'll get to see her this time, though, because Heather and Meredith and I are going somewhere tomorrow, and Susan may be leaving on Sunday. But we had a grand ol' chat on the telephone. She even told me she found me a best friend in St. John's. baha. She says there's a girl at her corp who is going to music school for clarinet, who plays horn in the band, and who is "your double." "You'd be the best of friends," she said. Swert. She's going to introduce us.

In other news, Photoshop, I love you. I want to marry you and procreate under the sacred unity of God.

Just Framing Photographs

I, too, started my packing today. Mom and I went to Wal-Mart, where we bought towels, a comforter, a garbage can, and a new pillow. Hard core stuff. When I got home, I went downstairs to root through some old boxes to find a few things to put in my room in St. John's. Out of the cubby hole downstairs I pulled a tuberware box with a cover painted bright blue and signed with the names Meagan and Heather and one beastly and one stubby handprint.

I know I'm being silly. Excitement and new beginnings wait for me in university - I know this, and I'm looking forward to it. And I'll be back again on Thanksgiving weekend. And I'll be able to return to my hometown and house after the semester is over.

But when I think back to that night in the summer before we started high school, as we painted a box to be filled with sentiment and opened on a date that, in the back of our minds, we really believed would never come, I could cry.

I hope you don't mind, Heather, but I'm taking the box with me.

It's Either Cherry Red or Midnight Blue

I've come to the conclusion that working in an establishment that allows me free hours on a computer has resulted in way too much bloggage. Oh well.

So, LITTLE MANHATTAN, eh?(The Mac version of blogger won't let me underline. Straaange.) Watched it last night. And what a precious little movie i'twas. I'm a sucker for sixth grade romances. Too bad I never fell in love when I was ten and three quarters.

The journey to renting LITTLE MANHATTAN last night, however, was not quite as rewarding as the process of watching it turned out to be. Heather and I decided to switch it up and rent from the new Movie Gallery in Murphy's Square last night instead of the usual Video Gallery on West Street. Yah. When we tried to check it in, the sales lady told us we weren't old enough to open a membership account. Geez. Like, seriously. Heather is turning eighteen next Friday. Why didn't we just say she was eighteen?

So we once again went to Video Gallery, where they gladly allowed us to rent twwooo movies, and even threw in a free popcorn. Yee-haw. And I suppose I never would have been able to witness the lovely declaration from Heather about what she'll be able to do in ten days:

. No. I'm not publishing that. But the day you do, Heather, is the day I disown you. I love you. :)


P.S. Oh no. I just noticed that the next post I make will knock the Bonne Bay Trip post off of the previous posts list. Noooooooooooooooo.

We Go Together

My Orientation brochure arrived today. Holy lot of activities! Two fun-filled days of team spirit and friend making. Yee-haw. The titles of the activities include "Become Energized," "Become Known," "Become Connected," "Become a flying Sea-Hawk" . . ..

University classes don't worry me. I've got security coming out of my ying yang about my courses. And living on my own will be hard, but I'll get over it. But reading about all these joyous, hip hoppin' orientation sessions gives me a pain in my stomach. It's that whole cold sweats sort of deal.

Late-night Wal-Mart Escapades

Josh says: Staples only ever has two cashes open at one time.

Meagan [In the accent of an Irish Chinaman] says: That's the problem with our society: To many cash registers, and not enough cashiers. And the little children, they have to wait in line. And they don't get their bread and butter. And they become jaded and obese. And they go home and have heart attacks.

. . . . .

Josh says: Those darn motorcycles!

Meagan [In the accent of an Irish Chinaman] says: That's the problem with out society: Too many motorcycles. And the little children, they don't get their bread and butter. Because their parents have spent all their money on the motorcycles. And they become jaded and obese. And they go home and have heart attacks.

. . . . .

Josh says: We need more doctors.

Meagan [In the accent of an Irish Chinaman] says: That's the problem with our society: Not enough doctors. And the little children, they don't get their bread and butter. And they become jaded and obese. And the go home and have heart attacks. And the doctors are busy eating their bread and butter.

. . . . .

Josh says: Aren't you a Senior Soldier?

Meagan [In the accent of an Irish Chinaman] says: That's the problem with our society: Not enough Senior Soldiers. To give out bread and butter. To the little children, who have no bread and butter. And the children become jaded and obese. And they go home and have heart attacks.

. . . . .

Josh says: What about motorhomes?

Meagan says: They're good.

I Bet You're Jealous

Hey. Look. I'm blogging from work on a Mac.

You can't quietly wipe out an entire tent city, then watch It's a Wonderful Life on TV

Josh and I rented Crash tonight, which was truly eye-opening and aw-inspiring in more ways than one.

I remember a conversation I had with Jean v. W. a few months ago after I finished reading We Are All the Same, a novel about the African Apartheid and AIDS epidemic. I was completely outraged that this problem was not being fixed. The casualties by disease in Africa are exponentially greater than those by war in the Middle East. How could we let so many innocent people simply die?

Jean stared back at me and, with a straight face, replied, "It's in their blood." In Swaziland, 33.4% of adults are HIV positive. You can't just tell an entire, poverty-stricken country to stop pro-creating. It's in their blood.

And that reminds me of the movie we just watched. Is there no way to change a way of life? How can we rid ourselves of the prejudices that we all secretly hold in the back of our minds? You can't quietly wipe out an entire tent city, then watch It's a Wonderful Life on t.v..

I've Got Too Much Living to Do

Ashley and I have a plan for me to become Governor General. She's going to become Prime Minister and appoint me. It's that simple. We'll tell them all about how we were friends back in high school. And they'll all talk about small towns and innocent times. And we'll just want to chat.
Sorry about the bad patch job.

And that's why I love my Grammy

"While we were brushing our teeth when we got home, Grams totally snuck out in a good ol’ fashioned I’m-fifteen-and-I-want-to-see-my-boyfriend-so-I’ll-climb-out-this-window kind of way. By the time we caught her she was out in the middle of the bay."
- Sarah Smith
August 7, 2006

"Saturday, after supper, Meagan's Nan decided to go fishing. We all expected her to wait for us to be outside to leave, or something (I don't know why we expected this, but whatever). After I finished brushing my teeth, I looked into the girls' room, where they were lazing around on the beds. Something caught my eye out the window, and upon a second look, it was Nan, already 50 feet out in the water! After a shouted conversation with Meagan, she assured us that she wouldn't be going far, since 'One of the oars is broken.' Well that certainly aleviated Meagan's fear. Not."
- Josh Thompson
August 7, 2006

To a Camera Lens

I'm on my lunchbreak right now and I have run out of blogs to check for updates. So I have decided to write an English Sonnet for my camera.

To a Camera Lens

The cam'ra sits upon the table top
Shiny black and there's some silver too.
If I drop it 'twould be quite a flop
Though cam'ra really isn't good or new.
I learned today of Cam'ra's little toys
that make my pictures nice and quaint to see.
The flash is changed to work now, girls and boys
and Cam'ra's better than I thought she'd be.
Cam'ra, she is surely, surely mine.
And I should love her for all that she is.
But one day soon, instead of gold or thyme
I'll buy a new one from the Wal-mart biz.
Thus brings me to the end of my great tale;
With Cam'ra, friend, you too shall never fail.

Rebel Rebel

So it's digital photography camp at work for me this week. Based out of the SWGC Windows Media Lab. Swert. And I'm blogging from work. Just for the sake of being rebellious.

Watchhaaa.

She's some sweet little girl

Saaaaayyy "Bonne Bay!"

We like toothbrushes.

We like singing in the rain.

We like sea glass.

We like pop rocks.

We like 12os.

We like The Old Loft.

We like conners.

We like fireworks.

We like beach fires.

We like big breakfasts.

We like highway driving.

We love Sarah and Josh.

And Grams has a new favourite granddaughter.

Hey. Look. The pictures are working.