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Sunday, March 04, 2007

I am the anti-queen of segues

I'm back in Lloyd. I was out at my parents' farm for the past week, and also helping Gilly move. Well, not so much move as pack and clean. I'm glad they got all moved and have started to settle in. I am proof that moving sucks, since I haven't lived anywhere for longer than 14 months in a row since starting university. That number was only 8 months until a couple years ago. You'd think that moving every few months means you can't really accumulate all that much, but that's a gargantuan misconception. However, as I pointed out to my mom, I think I can finally throw out those notes from high school now. Although I'm sure biology was riveting, I can probably live without it.

I also got to see the new nephew. He's not terribly exciting. But I finished the baby quilt I was working on for him. It went over a lot better with his parents than I had hoped. And it's purty. I've been told I should make them and sell them. Really, I'd rather just make them and keep them, to hug. Quilts are so soft.

I have to take my car for an out-of-province inspection tomorrow morning so that I can get it registered in Alberta. I hope it doesn't end up costing me an arm and a leg to fix things. If it does, I'll be getting a job on Tuesday, even if it's at McDonalds. And the gods know that I would only do that if my eyes needed scratching out.

Today has been filled with going through stuff I brought back, reorganizing the house to fit it all in with everything that's already here, and playing silly games. Silly games will one day be my downfall. But I love them so. I need to look for a job, but I don't really want to do it. I hate writing cover letters. I always feel like I'm lying my face off, even if I'm not. It feels like bragging, which I'm not comfortable with at all.

We went over to Jay's buddies' place to play Wii last night. It turns out I'm good at sports, just like in real life. Well, back in real life before I had no knees and got fat. It was a good time. I even got to play with Bob, their little old dog, who now worships me. Due mostly to the fact that I slipped him miniscule bits of chips once in a while. Amy, friend of little dogs everywhere!


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