dearest Wednesday afternoon, come hither! (aka - die school die)
I shouldn't have time for this, but I'm stressed and I need a release. BAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I didn't actually yell that, though it probably would have been fairly effective in helping me calm down for about 4 seconds. I'll take any inner peace I can get. I'm not doing well with school. At all. And I have no one to blame but myself. I'm grateful for responsibility because it means I'm not stuck doing poorly - I can inspire change. And I will. You'd better believe it! I'll wear a cape and everything. (Speaking of which, Vicky? Where is it?) After Wednesday I'll get to release all this tension. I can shove it out the window and watch it drop to the ground, carrying all the weight of regret, fair-weather determination and self-doubt. Until then, it shall remain nestled inside of me.
What's new that I can tell you guys about...oh yeah! Chris and I are going to Ottawa at the end of December for a few days. I haven't been on skates for many years and I've never had excellent luck on ice, so our plan to skate on the Rideau Canal has become a bit of a suicide mission in my mind. Still, I'm excited about it. I've seen a few pictures of the hotel, and it looks like it's straight out of a fairy tale. The whole experience is going to be great.
I was at Showcase on Friday and I was fantastically impressed. I also gave and got more hugs (is it really a hug if one person's gesture is not reciprocated?) after the show than I have in the last month. A good hug can make me feel happier than does a stress-less week of school. And I got thousands of 'em! Well, maybe not thousands, but at least millions. (This is the part where you think, "But Jodi...millions > thousands", and the part where I don't care.)
I'm living. It's awesome. Would anyone care to join me? It's nice to breathe and know that it's worth something. Even if I am stressed....and I certainly am. Stressed. Save me.
What's new that I can tell you guys about...oh yeah! Chris and I are going to Ottawa at the end of December for a few days. I haven't been on skates for many years and I've never had excellent luck on ice, so our plan to skate on the Rideau Canal has become a bit of a suicide mission in my mind. Still, I'm excited about it. I've seen a few pictures of the hotel, and it looks like it's straight out of a fairy tale. The whole experience is going to be great.
I was at Showcase on Friday and I was fantastically impressed. I also gave and got more hugs (is it really a hug if one person's gesture is not reciprocated?) after the show than I have in the last month. A good hug can make me feel happier than does a stress-less week of school. And I got thousands of 'em! Well, maybe not thousands, but at least millions. (This is the part where you think, "But Jodi...millions > thousands", and the part where I don't care.)
I'm living. It's awesome. Would anyone care to join me? It's nice to breathe and know that it's worth something. Even if I am stressed....and I certainly am. Stressed. Save me.