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February 21, 2010 / 5:52 PM

I do not like it when my brother rings the bell from Bell.

It's the most annoying sound ever, and its so clangy. like a bong that never goes away.
he's outside watching the hockey game, so at least it's quiet in the room now. earlier i was taking a nap so i didn't hear the stupid bell, but now that i'm freshly awake it's really annoying.

I was mailing a few things yesterday when I heard the couple behind me talking about how they stuffed three pairs of mittens into this super huge envelope to send to their relatives in Australia. what a sweet gesture (: and anyway the mittens are so comfy and nice, I'm sure when their relatives get it they're going to smile.

I've spent so much time in downtown that it hasn't gotten old, yet. I'm going to miss all the afternoon crowds once the tourists are gone- all those people bring the city to life. It's such great spirit and happiness, yenno. Even if it means bumping and tripping over stuff in the sidewalk. I think I'm going to call it a day just staying home tomorrow, hahaha.

Week one of the Olympics is almost over, almost week two.
I need to get most of my reading done this week,
and the VAC sketcbook page.
Lool, I haven't done anything in it yet, not even a sketch.
Booy, I need to get my hands moving soon.

Lector meeting 10 am this Sat., group picture being taken.
Maybe I should actually skip the meeting and play sick ... nah, not worth it.
And plus I'd feel bad for doing it. I have this strange aversion to group pictures, unless it's with friends, but for activities and stuff idk, it averts me. I'd rather take the photos. Hmm.. and later I need to upload all the new pics, because my memory card is actually full, for once. the rose Olivia gave me started to wither yesterday (boo-hoo D:) so I took a few final shots of it's life then put the petals between books. the petals dont exactly give off a nice smell, but they look so pretty. and they're silky soft (;

notes on my forehead: send mail tomorrow and remind Shannon to send me something :) thanks! oh, and to call Tashya back, she's already called twice.

The Chosen, p.156:

"We're so complicated inside," he went on quietly. "There's something in us called the unconscious that we're completely unaware of. It practically dominates our lives, and we don't even know it."

I'm off to do Socials, and maybe to take another nap.
Love you.