what an enchanted evening. it truly exceeded all my expectations. first of all, i fit into my 1940's damask silk-velvet evening gown astonishingly enough and second... adams was wearing a kilt. how wonderful. there is so much i could say, it's all stored away in my mind, all the memories, such good memories... we got all dolled up and had pictures taken inside, where the rain couldn't wash us away, then off to cliodna's for her garden party, such good food and tasty little cheesecakes, mmm. we finally made our way to the school where we walked the red carpet into the masquerade. it was a phantom of the opera/music of the night theme and the decorations were beautiful, there was a baby grand and a chandelier... the music was joyous and the people made it even better, i will miss my class so much, more than i thought. i danced with some of my favourite boys, daniel, ben... twirled with adams for the last and owen gave me a big hug before he left which pretty much made my night. all the girls were so beautiful. many memorable moments. mr. sheppard dancing and letting the balloons go, oh my. afterwards we went to northup's hippie house and hung out all night, just the five of us, some guitar, some sauna, some strawberry shortcake. in the morning i played in the rain, it was warm and wonderful and i pranced about, getting wet and muddy from climbing trees and splashing in puddles, i sat on their roof too and got me bum all soaked. twas fun. thinking back on it all makes me smile.

"this is a fish market, it's where i sell my fish!"

well my dream for excitement was fullfilled. rather than having a relaxing evening at home i instead embarked on a grand expedition into the great unknown along with my dear friends laura and tippy. we attempted to get lost while driving in the valley countryside and we stumbled across an abandoned orchard in the middle of nowhere. at first we were merely amused by the old apple boxes, climbing them and such, but one thing led to another. from afar we saw a forlorn camper van, sinking further and further into the grass, rotting away. of course we explored. it was incredibly filthy and filled with garbage, i found a cup and tip found a loonie in the oven. from there we ventured forth across the field towards another building yet we were blocked by a rushing river that had overflowed across the road. we were not about to turn back. instead we used our imaginative ingenuity to somehow come up with the idea of making a bridge out of rhubarb. it worked...vaguely. we were only a little wet. but still able to continue on our adventure. nothing could deter us. we pressed on and discovered many more treasures of abondoned cars, couches, buildings, each proved more fascinating than the one before. along the way were many photos, frightening moments and impromptu concerts. driving home we managed to drive in a complete circle before finding the way. we stopped at timmy's and were pleasantly surprised to run into john and jordan who we invited to accompany us on the remainder of our saturday night silliness. a night full of lispness. i quite enjoyed myself. i think it was God's way of cheering me up.

walking on and on

life goes on and on

soon we'll be gone be gone

walking on and on

I am so ridiculously restless. i feel like a bird trapped in a cage and i just want to break free and fly away. it's the end of the year and it can't some soon enough. i'm ready for something new. i've never lived in one place for too long, it's not like i'm graduating with friends i have known my entire life, friends i share many memories with, with the exception of laura. i feel so bored with life, i'm at a loss. i'm just hoping for some excitement. but perhaps now i shall simply go drink some tea, read a book while listening to the music floating above the sound of rain and contemplate life. or maybe i'll just go jump in some puddles. i like this blog thing.

if i had a band i would call it 'fuzzy logic'