Been Too Long!

Wow, how can I compare how I am feeling at this moment in time. To capture the feeling of my soul and my heart is impossible to describe with words.

I am not getting married and I have not won the millionaire lottery. But for how things have been going this last year, 2009seems to already be getting better.

Let me explain. Today for one is the first Friday night that I do not have to work at the Ice Rink. I am able to do with my Friday night what I will. I had a spa appointment that I think will go amazing. And I got a new job today. Although it won't start until April, I am so excited. I have been looking for something for about 2 months and with the way things have been in the economy I wasn't sure that I would find anything.

I am going to working at a Nursery about 15 minutes away from my home. It is a physical job but I think that it will help me to continue to work hard and not learn to slack. Like how it is at the Wave Pool.

It seems to me that I have started to get lucky when it comes to sitting in the Mall Food Court these days. The last time I was sitting alone in that food court, I met a very warm and gentle old man who I had a very nice conversation. And today while eating my salad, I was approached by a women wanting to talk to me. As always, I was a little skeptical because normally that means they want me to buy something that I did not want. But I said sure because the only thing that I was really doing was organizing my purse. So I put that away. And she started to sell me a promotion that was happening in my town. So I listened and thought that it would be a very nice mother's day gift. So mom, don't ask me because I know I would have to tell you because it is just too exciting.

The only thing that made me nervous was that it was in a mall, and they were talking about something for a different company that was not within the mall itself. So after askign some questions and getting her business card. I accepted the offer. Even with all the alarms that this might possibly be a scam. But when it came down to it WOW! I called up the company after the women had left... but I was still able to see her. So if there was something wrong, I would be able to go to her and confront her. I asked the lady on the phone about the promotion and if it was true. Or if I was just scammed. And I found out that it was true. So I got a $250 deal for the price of $50! Ya that is right. I couldn't believe it either. But when it came down to it WOW!

Then just after that, I received a call from Amanda Steward, who did my interview earlier in the week. And she went on to say that I carried myself very well, and I answered her questions thoroughly and very well. And that she would love to offer me the position at Van Belle as a label assistant! WAY to go me! That has been the first job where I had to be interviewed and it worked! The other times it didn't work out but this one did!

I get to go to out with my friend who I have not seen in months and months due to her going to UBC and me staying in Abbotsford. So who knows what we will do but I am just super excited how this day went.

I hope that it will continue to be amazing!

I feel cursed!

OK for the last year and a bit , I feel like death has been following me. That everything and everyone has either been sick or died. And I do no understand what it is about me.

Through the year of 2008-2009, I knew 4 people who has passed away. Thinking that within the new year, it would get much better. Like turning over a new leaf. But to my surprise nothing seems new. Changing from school mates to co-workers, my life quite possibly may be the deciding factor in many horrible circumstances. Within these past two months, I have known one person who survived by a thread and an unfortunate death. And only within a span of a week.

I would just like to know why the grim reaper is following me... and why it seems like at the age of only 18, I have come to double digits of deaths in my different circles of peers.

I am sick of it! So whoever knows me, or who has known me, I hope that my curse will not effect you. And this could be a warning that if you do not know me, it might just be best not to.

Pretty to Look at, a Pain for weeks!

So way back in December, we had our first white Christmas in a very long time. At least as long as I can remember. And well this year it was no ordinary snow fall! It Poured down snow. The heavens weeping out the cold tears. I enjoyed it... a little and here's why...

When the snow first starts to fall and you look out your bedroom window, there is a glorious sight. It's so perfect and pure. Fluffy and soft looking. After a couple of hours later when the snow slows down and people go about their busy lives. What is left? Muck! Brown sludge that no one ever wants to dare adventure out their front doorsteps to endeavor the pain of wet boots, and soggy pant legs.

During the weeks on end, if the weather is just cold enough to keep the muck around, there is no room for the snow and vehicles to be in the same roadway with each other. Piles of snow stuffed together, packed and not shipped away but quite presently happy in the middle of the road. So for all the drivers' who would like to cross the commotion of the speeding cars throwing themselves at you then you are in for a surprise. No sight and no reaction time to whomever is hurling themselves at you in your vehicle.

Getting ready for the adventure of venturing outside the cozy, warm home means long minutes contemplating what to wear to withstand the ice and cold. Then stepping out of the door frame, you realise that it is much colder outside then what you thought it would be.

All in all, snow is pretty but only for the first day or so. But that in itself is pushing it.

If I were... Harriot the Spy!

OK, so working at the MRC is not changing, I mean I make food and then serve it. All short term memory stuff I am talking about. But what makes it tough is working alone for 7 hours, with the wild roller coaster ride of customers. Going an hour without a single person to a line up of 5 people and others patiently ( and others not so patiently) waiting for their hot food. Without Going INSANE! Imagine, hearing yourself think day in and day out for 7 hours at a time about the same things. Mental toughness this job will bring me I tell you!



One of the most exciting parts but having the quietness inside my head is that I can come up with amazing stories and fables about the ones that come and go. About the wise men sitting in the hot tub chatting up a storm. Or the druggie that walked by wondering were the washroom is.



Everyday that I open in the morning and do the routine of cleaning the tales and getting all the machines working, there is always one group that never seizes to fail. A group of about 10 East Indian males, sit in the kiddy pool talking about this and that. Now with that my imagination went crazy.



How I would love to go to a make up professional and ask to "be made over into an elderly east Indian man." To sit in with these men in the kiddy pool and find out what they talk about daily. What is So interesting that Every day without fail, they show dedication to the pack that they made. Even without knowing what they talk about learn one or two words in Hindi that would make them believe that you could fit in.



I wonder... if there is a secret pact that they had to make saying that they wouldn't say anything to anyone outside of the kiddy pool after 10:00 and if there was a secret hand shake. Oh how that would be so much fun!



This would be my first investigation if only I were Harriot the Spy!

Dreams

Sometimes I wake up from a long nights' rest and get back to the reality of life. From the fantasy world with Harry Potter with purple and green globs of aliens, to the senses felt from a hug or the capturing of a painting through the eyes of the dreaming.

Now a lot of people say that they do not remember their dreams and that the last time they remembered a dream was when something so insignificant happened that they just brushed it off.
But my dreams feel very different to me. Some nights, I can have more then one dream. For instance last night, with one dreaming about fighting in a boxing match to then move onto Harry Potter playing a game with caves and trolls and wild adventures.

From the beginning to the end, dreams are never the same. Sure you can try to replay a dream in your head again and again but when the subconscious takes over, there is no control of the imagination.

And to then remember the dream like it had just played out in your head will never be the same. Try this: the next time you had a dream that you can remember from beginning to end, try telling someone that dream. The implications of describing the smells and colours and the exuberant amount of detail would bore the person to death. There is never a moment when you could describe your dream as detailed as how your mind had it played out. Very disappointing. Whenever I try and explain my dreams, it always turns out that the other person trying to picture what was going on and trying to follow all that I am saying at rapid speed gets a look on their face as if they were meeting someone from the mental ward saying that I saw flying pigs. ( That might be much easier to explain)

But the worst of all, is when you are enjoying a lovely piece of imagination and you wait up Just before the ending. Or telling yourself that you Will remember this dream because it was a very good one to try and tell people. Where the Really cute guy was going to confess his undying love for you or when the cashier at the gas station tells you how much money you just won. So for now I tell you all, to dream on and dream big because whatever life throws at you, cannot hurt you if it is only in your dreams!