My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?

I don't know what words I can put in this blog that will help me remember, when I look back on it in 5 years time, how happy I was this weekend.

I wish I knew how to explain last night. There were so many things that happened that could have made it a not-so-good night, but none of them did. The more I think about it, the more I realize how much fun it was. Yesterday was the best. Today is also the best.

This blog is not doing it's job.

There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth.

I am way happier than I should be considering the obvious fact that thousands of dementors have taken over our city. (Does this mean I'm not a wizard after all?)

Things are going right. Not exactly according to the master plan, but in ways that I can adjust to. Aside from having the black lung.

I like walking in fog so thick you can see only 40 feet in front of you, and feeling like the only person left on the planet.

I like things that are cute and things that make me feel cute and the word infatuation. I like the people that put up with me when I get in a mood. I like when people say my hair looks good. I like how we are always so far ahead of the game. I like getting paid to sit in the back room at work and eat croissants.

My mum says I should stop calling people communists.

I could quite literally smack the girls in my social class that are the reason that I spent 45 minutes on Microsoft Word typing up stupid social homework when I could have been doing something productive, like playing Robot Unicorn Attack.

I like realizing that sometimes I don't even have to try.

I have a lot of friends that I love a lot, and I feel like I should be able to call them all the best. I have had this thought a lot of times before, but I can't remember wether or not it ever made it into a blog. Now I can be sure that it did.

I haven't written a blog with legitimate content in so long. I want to find the stuff that's been pushed to the back of my brain, in poorly marked folders and probably written all in pencil, knowing me, so that so much of what I was thinking before I shoved the folders back there has worn away. I should use pen more often.

There has been a lot of blogging going on lately. I am really only writing this in an attempt to keep the blog train moving full speed ahead.

We both know we're good together, we ain't gonna be young forever

I like when new friends become old friends and I like when we get to watch good news on the television for a change.

10/10/10

I am thankful for The Globe and Mail. I am thankful for Scrabble. I am thankful for managers that don't ask questions when you say you have a chemical burn all over your face. I am thankful for Earl Grey tea. I am thankful for hot showers, and for cold showers. I am thankful for being able to control the temperature of my showers, I suppose. I am thankful for Tetris on my phone. I am thankful that I live only an hour from Canmore. I am thankful for Billy's cat mug. I am thankful for having a full head of hair. I am thankful for toothbrushes and toothpaste. I am thankful for the english language, et pour la langue française, et pour la capacité de parler les deux. I am thankful for messy buns. I am thankful for kids multivitamins, and for cod liver oil that comes in capsules so that I'll never have to taste it ever again. I am thankful for Friday nights that turn out better than anticipated. I am thankful for mix(ed?) CDs. I am thankful for Bill and Ted. I am thankful for physics. (If you guys are sick of hearing about physics, too bad, I can't stop thinking about it.) I am thankful for liberal democracies. I am thankful for black bandeaus. I am thankful for girls who stalk boys, and I am thankful for how sane I look by comparison. I am thankful for my dad being home this weekend.

The state put the youth in a harness.

Here's the thing. I don't like you telling me that I should be a doctor or an engineer just because I'm smart enough to be a doctor or an engineer. I don't like your top 5% theory. Being brainy doesn't mean I would be good at treating patients with terminal diseases, or at building better bridges, or at any of the things that you consider a worthwhile use of my time. If I want to be a teacher, I will. If I want to go to U Vic instead of McGill or Queen's, I will. If I want to smoke weed on Pender Island for the rest of my life, I swear I will. Just because I can be whatever I want in the whole wide world doesn't mean I should do the thing that's the hardest, or that people would be the most impressed by.

YOU, on the other hand, are a gem. I like that you keep the other "you" in line, and tell me that I can be whatever I want to be, and tell me my hair looks fantastic, and call Kate a tea belly.

I don't like bruised tendons, and looking like an idiot walking upstairs. I don't like 2 page essays and 14 slide Power Points on the CCF that are due 3 days after they are assigned. I kind of like thinking about what the Hindu woman represents, and I kind of like my group, and how it's unexpected but we get along, and how I used to know her really well, and now we aren't friends but we're still the same basic people we were in grade 7. I still like physics.

So far, that's my week summed up.

"And oh you got so much going for you going right,

But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night."

This October has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays, and 5 Sundays all in one month. This happens only once every 823 years.

Let's party.

I really have no idea what I'm doing.

Tonight, that doesn't bother me.