Yes, we are all human.

If there's one thing I've noticed, it's that we are all the same. We are all just as sad, just as insecure, and just as depressed as the next guy.

I have never met anyone who is genuinely happy. I mean, have you? Honestly, every time I run into a girl who's got it all: surrounded by friends, great hair, hollywood body, wrapped inside the arms of her perfect boyfriend ...all I think to myself is yes, she has big problems. Her life seems too good to be true. And that's always the case. She's either dealing with an eating disorder, an abusive relationship, a death, or a broken family. It's inevitable.

Yesterday a wonderful woman, who I've only known for a few short weeks, who was my ray of sunshine, my source of laughter and smiles...broke down in front of me. It was a heartbreaking story of how after 15 years of marriage, her husband left her for another woman. After this, I wanted to kill this man...and every other man for that matter. But that's not the point.

What I'm saying, is that we're all the same inside. But there are two things that make us different: One, our stories and reasons for our sadness. A divorce, a loss, a death, a fight, a bad day... And two, what we do with our sadness. Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves. Some of us cry without shame, using shoulders around us to our greatest advantage. Some of us aim our fist at the wall, the steering wheel, not caring how audible our anger may be. Then there's those of us who would rather die than have others know what's really going on inside. Some of us count on our pride to get us through the day. Some of us use our laughter like shields, and our smiles like masks.

I wasn't surprised at her breakdown. I'm never surprised at anyone's breakdown, no matter how happy or perfect they seem to be. I expect it. And I don't know if that's a bad thing, I don't know if that's an expectation made of ultimate pessimism... These breakdowns just remind me that yes, we are all human after all. It's these breakdowns that make people so perfect for each other. They bring us down to the same level of knowing that we're not alone, and that we all have problems.

A question that I'm asked constantly is, "Why are you so happy? You're never sad, never upset. Your life is just...perfect." I never hear the end of it, and maybe...I don't want to. I mean, why would somebody want to break a good reputation that others hold for them? For some of us, joy, laughter, smiles, and happiness are our way of coping. It's just how we deal with pain. And feeling that shameful tear gliding down our cheek in the presence of others is ultimately, our most feared situation. It's as if that tear holds all the secrets, as if it's a dead giveaway to our heart. So being asked questions like that just reminds us that even after all of this time, our masks are still holding up.

My worst fear is being a burden; it's the thought of wasting time being comforted, when I could be the one doing the comforting. I never want to be the source of someone's worries. I never want to feel that kind of attention.

If I could spend the rest of my life holding the hands of the heartbroken, listening to their stories, catching every tear that falls, and offering every ounce of encouragement and hope that's dug up deep within my bones, I would. I want to be a rock for everyone that I meet. I want to be counted on, depended on.

I want to be a ray of sunshine and nothing more.

Burning Questions.

I tend to live life full speed ahead.


I tend to focus on the future; and as much as I try, I'm never able to forget that tomorrow is right around the corner.


I tend to waste seconds, minutes, hours, days... because I'm too distracted thinking of what's to come next. I miss so many moments that could have been something, that could have been great.


So right now, refusing to kick the habit, I have been thinking about my life in a year's time, and a few burning questions are on my mind:


Where am I going to move?
Who will I be?
Will I still care about the same things I care about now?
Where will I go to school?
What are my career goals and why are they my career goals?

"Female Survey"

Does your Facebook password have to do with a boy?
Pfff, never.

What's one thing a guy can do to make you like them?
Learn to smile.

Are you a girly girl?
Majorly.

Big or small purses?
Small.

Do you enjoy drama?
When it doesn't include me!

Did you dress up on Halloween?
Always!

Do you call anybody by their last name?
All the time!


Have you ever been called a bad influence?
Actually yes. I am totally serious.

Eyeliner or mascara?
Mascara. Without mascara I look eyelash-less.

American Eagle or Hollister?
WHAT. There's no way you can choose between those.

Heels or Flats?
Oh man...I love both.

Skirts or jeans?
Jeans jeans jeans!

Curly or straight hair?
Curly.

Hoops or dangling earrings?
Dangling.

Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?
I have always preferred light, who knows why.

Do you have a best friend?
More than I deserve.

Do you like your life?
You have to like your life. You have to play with the cards you've been dealt.

Ever walked into the guy's bathroom?
Haha many times.

Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?
Actually no, but I should.

Ever slapped a guy in the face?
No, but I've always felt the urge to.

Do you ever wish you were famous?
I wish I was Taylor Swift...I'd say that's wishing I was famous.


Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
I would say, "well duh. Guys and girls can't be just friends. It's impossible."

Would it hurt seeing your ex go out with someone else?
Probably

If you woke up in one of the Saw movies, do you think you could survive?
I could die right now just imagining it.

Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided seeing them?
Haha I used to be so good at that.

Do you know anyone with such a terribly annoying voice that you can't even stand it?
Unfortunately, yes.

On average what do you think you cry about the most?
Stupid, childish situations.

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can tell everything to?
Yeah!

Who was the last guy you talked to?
My Dad.

Do you think best friends can be replaced?
Yes, in certain ways. It's been done before.

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?
I do not know. In order to reach integrity in my old age, that's one thing I hope to have done in my life time.

Are you going anywhere next summer?
I have no idea what I'm doing and it's freaking me out!

Are you waiting for anyone's call right now?
Always!

Are you shy?
Not like I used to be, that's for sure!

Do you secretly like someone?
I like you!

Do you announce when you have to pee?
Usually.

Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Cannot remember, probably in a movie theatre somewhere...watching The Last Song...

Are you good at hiding your feelings?
No, I'm not. I'm a terrible liar.

Do you trust people easily?
Too easily

Do you give out second chances easily?
Way too easily.

Do you smile a lot?
Way too much.

One thing you're looking forward to?
Thursday, Friday and Saturday! I'm hangin out with three amazing people. Ah it's gonna be so great.

How do you feel about change?
Love it.

Have you ever cried from being so mad?
Nope.

Last time you got a text message and smiled?
A few moments ago.

Have you ever made anyone laugh when they were crying?
Yes.

Are you happy?
I've been happier.

Do you prefer to be around people, or by yourself?
Each are called for at their own special times.

If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?
Nope. How sad is that, considering I'm a country girl. Sigh.

What I saw today.

I Miss You.

The weirdest thing happened today. I was on my way to work, and I suddenly felt this compelling desire to go visit Dale's grave. Like this feeling came out of absolutely nowhere! So I promised myself that after work in the evening, I would go to the cemetery. And while I was on break at work, I checked messages on my cell phone to find a very encouraging message from one of my aunties saying that today she prayed for me and my family, "May you feel God's perfect peace and may His grace shine on you today as you remember your brother."
All I could think was "waaaaait a second. That was today! 15 years ago, today, I lost my brother!" I felt terrible for not remembering this date, but I also felt amazed at God...because he reminded me that today was that day. He gave me that out-of-nowhere desire of wanting to visit his grave. And this wasn't the first time something like this has happened to me. A few months ago back in University, I had to read The Hobbit for my English research paper, and in this book I came across the name of a town called Dale. And I thought to myself, "hey, that was my brother's name!" And then five sentences later my jaw dropped..."today would have been his 21st birthday!"
It's like God never ever wants for me to forget these two days; the day of his birth, and the day of his death. I am thankful that God works in such ways, like honestly, I cannot even comprehend.
So tomorrow I'm going to head down to the cemetery by myself; it's something I've never done alone before, but I know that it's definitely time. I'm...strangely looking forward to it. It's not like sitting beside his headstone is the only way I can feel close to him. I talk to Dale everyday. Sometimes when I'm talking to God I'll pretend that him and Dale are sitting side by side. I think about him everyday. I wonder endlessly of what he'd be doing at this exact moment, where he'd be living, what his passions would be and ...would we still be best friends like we were 15 years ago? I know that we would be best friends, just like how all of us siblings are so close today, I know that we'd be close too.
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."
"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

While You're Still Young.

Blowing out spring break with your not right friends
Wake up on a beach with new ink on your skin
Do something crazy and dumb while you’re still young

Go on and tie the knot, start a new life
Take turns getting up when the baby cries
Living on nothing but love while you’re still young

Life is too short to put it off anymore
You gotta live it before it’s too late
I can’t turn that clock back around
Oh what you’re dreaming about
You better do it now, don’t wait

Give ‘em your two weeks at the dead end job
Do what you love, be your own boss
Do what they say can’t be done, while you’re still young

Life is too short to put it off anymore
You gotta live it before it’s too late
I can’t turn that clock back around
Oh what you’re dreaming about
You better do it now, don’t wait
Don’t wait…

Take a gold watch, sell everything
Throw a dart at the map, hook up the airstream
Ride into that setting sun, do something crazy and dumb
While you’re still young
While we’re still young

You’re still young.

-Montgomery Gentry

Remedy.

I am sick. My nose is a leaky faucet, and my brain feels to be about the same mass as Texas itself. Oh, and did I mention that I CAN'T STOP COUGHiNG?! I'm tellin' you, I'm going to have a serious six pack on my abs after this is all over.

Don't worry though, I'm OK. I'm just dumbfounded, since I was already sick with this two weeks ago. I honestly didn't think the "common cold" could boomerang so quickly back to me.
Until yesterday afternoon, I was supposed to work today! But alas, the schedule changed, thank goodness. Working 8 hours feeling like THIS would have been awful; I'd be sneezing all over everybody's purchases. "Receipt with you, or *COUGHHGHGHH* in the bag?" Haha, there are no exaggerations here, folks.

Work is scheduled for tomorrow bright and early, so today I came up with the perfect remedy to cure this dirty sickness:

I began my day at 7:30 AM. (This is definitely unintentional, seeing as I would've loved to sleep longer than five hours). The dark clouds outside were screaming rain, and I felt it couldn't be suited any better. (I have this weird thing where I love waking up to dark and rainy skies...) With my head pounding, I poured myself a cup of water, a cup of skim milk, and a cup of hot green tea, and made my way to the TV downstairs. Here, I shot wads of kleenex all around the garbage can, never actually inside the garbage can. I also cozied up and watched an old VHS flick called Sabrina. For the first few seconds I didn't know how to operate a VHS cassette...I felt kind of lost, but then it all clicked back to me, eventually. It was definitely weird fast-forwarding straight through the previews until "Feature Presentation" showed up on the screen. Anyway, Sabrina is a great movie, but you can only handle so much of Harrison Ford before falling asleep. Which is what I, involuntarily, did.

Feeling a little better (not) after taking my second nap of my whole entire life, I drove twenty minutes in the pouring rain to run some errands for my Mum. I ended up coming home with a Delissio deluxe pizza, 4 Ice Cream Sandwich Pudding cups, DayQuil, NiQuil, a bag of BBQ chips, a carton of skim milk, a carton of 2% milk, and 3 movies: Fame, High School Musical 3, and I Love You Man.

And as The Black Eyed Peas like to repeat 4 times in the chorus, tonight's gonna be a good night. There's nothing like junk food to cure a nasty sickness, right? I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

Don't forget to cough into your elbow! Hands are so last year.

Oh shoot...I think I just burnt the pizza.

Waitin'

Lately I feel as if I'm just waiting...for something.
Something, some event, some crisis, some opportunity, or someone...what I'm waiting for, I couldn't tell you; I could never tell you.
It's one thing to wait, but then to not know what you're waiting for is even more frustrating.
But I don't know, counting the scuff marks in the ceiling isn't as bad as it sounds.

And waiting never hurt anybody.

Nobody's ever died from waiting, right?

Take a heavy stone rolling pin to a bag of Smarties and dish out some vanilla ice cream, and voila. (what is this, some kind of culinary delicacies blog?)

Pancakes.

Tonight I made pancakes for the very first time in my life! (with the wisdom and guidance of dear Mum) And they turned out pretty darn good.

So I think that one day when I'm a Mom (wishful thinking?), I'm gonna make pancakes for my kids EVERY morning. Every morning, I tell you!!

Heck, when I move out, I'm gonna start making pancakes every morning for myself! Sounds good.

I also created a list of goals that I want to accomplish before the summer is over (the end of my summer being...September 22) and one of them is to take at least one photo every day and then post it on my blog. A photo of something memorable, quirky...a reflection of a great day, a terrible day...a photo that just screams "Me"...the highlight of my day, a moment in time that changed me... So on that note, here are some pretty good lookin' pancakes:

Men.

Men and women are way too ridiculously different.
Women, we try so hard; We waste unnecessary amounts of time only to find that not even a manual could help us understand what the heck is going on inside their heads.
So, why even bother?

Unsinkable Ships.

My dad chased monsters from the dark
He checked underneath my bed
He could lift me with one arm
Way up over top his head
He could loosen rusty bolts
With a quick turn of his wrench
He pulled splinters from his hand
Never even flinched
In thirteen years I'd never seen him cry
But the day that grandpa died,I realized

Unsinkable ships, sink
Unbreakable walls, break
Sometimes the things you think would never happen
Happen just like that
Unbendable steel, bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible

And then there was my junior year
Billy had a brand new car
It was late,the road was wet
I guess the curve was just too sharp
I walked away without a scratch
They brought the helicopter in
And Billy couldn't feel his legs
Said he'd never walk again
But Billy said he would and his mom and daddy prayed
And the day we graduated,he stood up to say:

Unsinkable ships, sink
Unbreakable walls, break
Sometimes the things you think would never happen
Happen just like that
Unbendable steel, bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible

So don't tell me that it's over
Don't give up on you and me
'Cause there's no such thing as hopeless
If you believe:

Unsinkable ships, sink
Unbreakable walls, break
Sometimes the things you think would never happen
Happen just like that
Unbendable steel, bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible

-Joe Nichols

It's the Little Things.

It's true what they say; the little things are what matter the most. And alot of great little things happened today:

My Mom took me out for some amazing Mennonite food today. (and chocolate pie!)

This morning I told the lady at the bookstore with a sigh,"I have to work 'till 9 today." And what she said to me in reply really struck me. She said, "Well, it could be worse. My husband always says, 'I would rather work all day than be living in the world's best hospital." Definite, and inspiring words of wisdom right there.

At work, a man told me that he could tell I loved my job. Talk about the best compliment ever!

At work, this girl was a few cents short of her purchase, and there was no one behind her in line to offer some extra change, and I didn't want to call the keyholder to front because that's way too long of a process. I knew I had a quarter in my pocket, my selfish side told me to let her go on her way without her purchase, because I couldn't bare to part with my quarter. My kind, and selfless side told me to give her my quarter. I was torn. But the halo above my head shone too bright to ignore, so I gave her the quarter. Two hours later, a woman says "keep the change!" as she runs out the store, in an obvious hurry. I look at my hand and there sits a shiny loonie. Call me crazy, but it's like I was rewarded for giving that girl my quarter! Am I right, or am I just crazy?

At work, I asked the standard "Hi there, how are you?" retail question, and with with a huge grin plastered on this guys' face, he replied with: "No, how are YOU?" Haha. How considerate!

Later at work, after a guy was finished paying he says to me "I'm gonna give you this dollar because I finally found somebody who's just as red as I am." (That's somebody was me.) And then we had this long conversation about sunburns. Haha. Some people are just too nice!

At work, a good friend of mine came and surprised me and bought me a sucker! He made my night.

Oh and also at work, I got hit on by 3 guys who looked like they were still in high school. Oh well, what can you do?

Today was such a good day.

Highlight of the Day:

That boy in the pick-up truck. :)

Coiled Thoughts.

What if every thought we had, sailed out from our ears, and was scripted on a long, thin strip of paper, going on, and on, and on...?

What if this paper coiled around our bodies, right-side-up? Our thoughts a scribbled mess for the world to see; an open book, a heart on our sleeve...the cold, hard & painful truth.

What if the ink on this paper never faded? What if this paper never tore? What if every time we looked in the mirror, a coiled mess with two holes for eyes was all we'd see?

If our every thought was preserved on this ribbon, would we ever "think" the same again?

Think about this one ...but don't think too hard.

Guitar.

As we all know, I have been musically deprived this past few months. I no longer own a piano, and I never thought I'd miss it as much as I have lately. I mean, when I was younger I used to cry wet tears all over the keys because I hated playing it so much. And now, I only cry wet tears because I miss it so much. It's true what they say, you know: you don't know what you have until it's gone.

So tonight I decided to do something about it. I dusted off my guitar. And now, two hours later, I feel...better. At least, I think I feel better. My heart actually feels kind of ...stretched; maybe I should start playing happier and more uplifting tunes? I don't know, I seem to drift toward the sad songs. They're slow, they strum easily, and they're beautiful. I played (and sang) "Love Your Memory" more times than I could count.

I hadn't touched my guitar since my last guitar lesson about a year ago. But after tonight, I think I'm gonna keep playing it. I need something to musically challenge me more than just the ON button of my laptop speakers.

That photo actually turned out very emo-looking. Great...and with that, I wish you a wonderful night!

Workin' Girl.

Hey ya'll.
I just wanted to say that no longer is my life running me; rather, I am now running my life. For example, I make my bed every morning. How impressive is that?
Oh yeah, I've also been working a steady job for almost two weeks now, and I love it. Seriously: I. Love. Working.

Never in my life did I think I'd EVER hear myself say that. I used to dread the thought of my future post-university life, knowing that all I had in store was a career. An eternal, indissoluble, stuck-on-a-treadmill, monotonous, routine-set , never-ever-changing, never-ever-exciting JOB.

But right now I realize that I couldn't have been more wrong! The fact that I love working a job that doesn't even involve my ultimate passions and interests, gives me so much comfort because it just makes me think, how much will I love working when I'm doing what I absolutely love to do? Mmm... -cue cheesy grin-

Having this summer job gives me a sense of purpose, like I'm finally good for somethin'. I was considering getting another job on top of this one, because I feel I'm sort of becoming addicted to this whole working thing, but then I decided against it, since nobody would hire a girl who's gonna be quitting in September. ...Or would they? Haha.

This job has many perks. First of all, a PAYCHECK. Second of all, the 20 minute drive there and back gives me more than enough time to enjoy my satellite radio (COUNTRY). Third of all, this job keeps me on my feet all day, which is exactly what I wanted in a job. The last thing I ever want to do is sit in a dark cubicle for 12 hours all by myself and grow tires around my limbs with each breath I breathe. Oh and get this, even after all of this runnin' around, I still go to the gym after work with my... -drumroll please-... new gym membership!! But my most favorite perk of all, is all the different people I encounter everyday. Seriously, they make my day, everyday. One day this old man came in with old newspaper print-outs and showed me pictures of him holding muskrats that he caught from back in 1968; he was so proud. Then there's all these parents who come in with their children. It's incredible, because these little 4 year-olds all earn their own loonies and toonies, then their parents bring them to the store tellin' them to spend their money wisely, then when they bring their purchases to the counter, the kids count out their own coins and it's just the cutest thing. Children are much smarter these days. I always tell the parents that their kids are going to be so great with money when they're older.
I also see so many people that I know, or that I haven't seen in years, and it's just wonderful.

And it's not just the customers that I love, it's the people I work with. They're all very patient and friendly with me, which is exactly the kind of encouragement I need when I'm starting out something new like this.

I know for a fact that I was meant to have this job since half-an-hour after I handed them my resume, a girl had decided to quit. Ha ha ha. Talk about good timing. Talk about God's timing.
One disadvantage to this job is that while I'm soaking my hands in dirty and contaminated bills and coins, I'm also licking my fingers to open plastic bags. Yes, it's definitely a lose-lose process, and who knows how many little critters are currently floating around inside me...

Oh, and did I mention that they play the pop/rap/hip-hop station on the radio? You can only hear B.O.B and his airplanes so many times in one day before wanting to wring out someone's neck.

Today was the first day that I didn't mess up at the cash register (usually I press the wrong button, I over-charge, I under-charge ect.) Also, this evening in the shower I was also able to name each of the aisles and their contents off the top of my head for the first time. (this comes in handy for those "excuse me, but do you know where I could find the...." kind of moments at work.)

But I'm gonna have to say that the highlight of my day was picking up a bag of not-supposed-to-be-open bird seed and spilling it ALL over the floor. Yes, let's do that again...
All I can think right now is that something is bound to go wrong, since life can't always be this great. Right?

Today;

Today I pulled on my faded jeans,
and before walking out the door I stepped into my white runners.

Today as I walked along the dirt road I had bitter love-gone-wrong country music fillin' my ears,
Making me walk even faster, with a purpose.

Today I let the sun kiss my shoulders,
and drench itself in my long blonde hair.

Today a boy drove by on his dirt bike,
slowing as he gave me a smile and a wave, I imagined he was cute under that helmet.

Today I stopped in my dirt tracks,
and picked a yellow flower from its earthy home; kissing it hello.

Today I thought about what I wanted,
and only found my conclusion knotted in a tangled web.

Today I stumbled off the country road,
and found myself in a field of green grass and under a shield of deep blue skies.

Today I turned up the volume,
and picked up the pace until I reached its middle-of-nowhere.

Today I smelled hopes, dreams, and wishes spewing from wildflowers,
and considered returning again one day to steal one, or maybe two of these prayers.

Today I stood in its centre and pretended that I too, was rooted to its ground,
with green budding friends standing tall alongside me.

Today I imagined enchantment in this field; I saw romance,
and regretfully shut my eyes tight.

Today I realized that I have lost myself; I have been swept away in others' expectations,
and then I promised myself that I wouldn't let it happen again.

Today I listened to a sad song,
and then listened to another one, and another one...

Today I fell to my knees in the soft dirt,
and asked God to send me an angel.

Today I imagined what it would've been like,
if that last prayer had come true.

Today as I wandered back home I found myself missing that heaven-on-earth place already,
and wished I would've brought my camera.

Today I knew that such a thing wasn't meant to be buried with me in my pocket,
For I'm not quite ready to share it.

No, not yet.

The Day I Fall.

I might be a damsel but I’m not in distress
I’ve just been battling loneliness
But a cowboy will save me all dressed in white
You can bet your last doubt when he does
I’m gonna dance in the streets the day I fall in love

When I fall in love
Guns will be blazing and rockets will fly
And I won’t look behind me
At the loneliness left in the darkness to die
And together we’ll ride
The day I fall in love

Pain is the bad guy in a duster of black
He’s got me down here tied to the tracks
But love will release me all in good time
Don’t know when, but I know this much
The sun won’t go down the day I fall in love

The day I fall
All wrongs will be right
A thousand white doves will take flight
When I fall the day will be mine
And last for the rest of my life

And together we’ll ride
The day I fall
The day I fall in love

- One More Girl -

It. Is. Finished.

[my hair isn't greasy. It's still drying from the shower!]

Well, as you can see, the scheduled date above (Friday, July 9th 2010) is the current date. And see the photo? Well that photo was just taken a few minutes ago. That's right! We're back on live time (1:40 AM to be exact!) Can you believe it? This makes me super excited, because for the past month I have had all of my super deep, inner feelings and desires all bottled up inside of me all for the sake of my Israel blog! True story.

To celebrate, I would just like to say a few things. First of all, I am soooo incredibly thankful to all of you who have been following my Israel blog. Not being able to list all of my readers on each finger means the world to me; I am truly blessed. And second, I am extremely proud of myself. I gotta admit that I almost gave up on this Israel blog a few times; it was an interesting process. Before I left for Israel I told the whole world that I was going to be blogging every single night while I was out there, posting photos and spilling out all of my adventures with a few clicks of a keyboard...but when I realized that free wireless was scarce, I was heartbroken and felt that I let so many people down. Unwilling to give up, I decided to keep a journal, which is the spiral-bound notebook you see me holding in the picture above (the journal that I'm going to burn soon; it holds way too many personal thoughts of mine that I definitely did not want to include in my online blog. Haha) Anyway, this journal was heaven sent, and I managed to write in it every single day, all thanks to those long bus rides!

After writing 18 entries, it's a pretty satisfying feeling that fills you. It was actually hard work. I had re-write and edit all of my journal entries and type them all out on my laptop. Then I had to go through all of my photos from the trip and somehow manage to choose only the best ones. One blog entry took me about an hour and a half to two hours to write (it didn't help that uploading photos takes EONS of time.) But seriously, I loved every minute of this process. If I could, I would sit on my blog all day and just write, write about anything and everything. If I could, I would travel the world and write all about it.

So once again, thank you readers for living vicariously through me, or for rolling your eyes at me...or whatever. As long as I entertained you, moved you, or informed you in some way, I'm happy. And starting tomorrow, I can write about anything I want! I'm way too excited, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. ;)