Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Spring Cleaning

Spring cleaning for me doesn't really exist. It's more like my bedroom descends into a state of madness until I have a day off and can clean it. Today is that day and I have made several discoveries so far.

1) After a year of searching, I still can not find my passport. Goodbye England, Spain, Dublin, and Dominican Republic stamps. It's the most bizarre thing, however I noticed my social security card is also missing, which leads me to believe that in a genius move I put them together somewhere to keep them safe, and have now lost them.

2) After several weeks of searching, I cannot find my O2 book that Richard wrote. Farewell Rule of Life.

3) I reread a couple of my essays from my study abroad term and looked at my curriculum project and got reminiscent about how much I loved being in school and how much fun it was, and how (not to be vain) I was REALLY good at being a student. I think I miss it, but I don't know if I'll go back.

4) I need to buy more picture frames and hang the ones I have up on the wall which will require I rearrange my bedroom or else there will be nowhere to hang them. Harumph.

Today is the day things will be accomplished.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Who says you can't go home?

I arrived in Vancouver today via train. I stepped off the platform and my brother said "Hi, you slut." I said, "shut up you bastard." He put me in a head lock, gave me a noogie, and to get out of his grip I bit his side. Then later in the afternoon we got into a slap and kicking fight on the couch, he locked me outside, stole my shoes, I stole his shoes and threw them into the bushes, he sprayed me with the hose until I gave him back his shoes, but before I did I spit in one of them. Then he got me into another headlock, gave me another noogie, and I pinched his side until he let me go. Then while we were cooking dinner he put gravy on my cheak, I put it on his sweater, I punched him in the stomach, and he gave me a dead leg. Rinse, and repeat, and you have our evening.
I told Cameron tonight that if I ever meet a guy who isn't totally creeped out by the fact that we still beat each other up, I know I have a keeper. I need to get in shape though, because it's completely unacceptable that he can beat me up without even trying.