Gacked from
rockfic and
evaine.
My Birthday: March 8
Your Colour: Mauve Mist
My Attributes: Good-natured, productive, spiritually strong
You have a strong spiritual side that can be a great source of strength when channeled properly. You were meant to do something that has meaning and value. Try not to let material concerns bog you down. Focus your sense of responsibility toward high ideals and aspirations. Cultivate discipline and self-effort early on to avoid losing your footing later on in life. Your personal color resonates with your spiritual integrity. Wearing, meditating or surrounding yourself with Mauve Mist is uplifting and helps you sustain a positive and healthy outlook. (
From here.)
(Re: unitalicised section: Oops. So thaaaaat was the problem. *snerk*)
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Not entirely unrelatedly, I got my university alumni magazine in the mail today and I always feel weird reading through it. For all that I graduated from U of T, so much of that time is a total blur that it doesn't feel like my school. Queen's still feels like my school. (For those going WTF, I went 2 years at Queen's, got married, transferred. Hence, blur.) I don't do anything to take advantage of being an alumna, and there are some perks associated with having attended one of the largest schools in the country. Mind you I don't need health & dental insurance atm since I get that at work, but I will when I leave. Which process would be facilitated by the mail I was supposed to get today and did not: my passport. Though I am not at all surprised by the delay as I indicated I would not be travelling until 2007, and there is a MASSIVE demand for passports right now due to the restriction being implemented on January 23rd that Canadians must possess a passport in order to enter US airspace. Ground and sea entries will require such come 2008. I can't say that the institution of the requirement surprises me; indeed, I think it's a good idea. But it saddens me a little that the camaraderie and understanding that had existed between our two countries when I was a little girl has eroded so greatly. Somewhere, I have a photograph of me on the bridge at Niagara Falls, in my mom's way oversize sunglasses, with one foot in Canada and one foot in the United States. It's yet another innocent pleasure that has fallen prey to the modern world.