Today I checked the symptoms of swine flu, and I have all of them.

"Symptoms include fever, cough, runny nose, sore throat, body aches, fatigue and lack of appetite."

I also have a rash on my neck, extremely sensitive skin, and I'm feeling nauseous.
But my mum says that apparently the people who actually have the virus feel really really really really horrible, and I was able to make it to work today, so I think I'm good. I'm a bit annoyed though, because I got my flu shot this year! Unless I am dangerously ill, I shouldn't be sick. Poo.

I've been working for two weeks (training mostly), and I think I'm supposed to be here so that's good. The kids are brilliant!
I need sleeeeeeep. I'll write something more later.
Here is a shout-out to my roomie Kathleen: hi!

1:50am
Can't sleep... sad and uptight.

Here is my coconut cream cake ^^
It took me 2 & 1/2 hours to make the crystallized violets. Sooo bloody tedious!
I should become a 1950's wife someday - I can knit, sew, clean, look after kids, play classical cello and make Victorian delicacies. AND I'm learning to tend the garden!
But I'd rather work in war zones.

Tomorrow I am going to:
-weed
-reinforce the veg. garden
-spread compost everywhere
-actually plant some flowers :) so far i've just been doing sort of prep stuff, but tomorrow the real work begins!

wheeee

my cherry tree

I've commissioned myself as family gardener. This is the before picture^^ - in three weeks it will look unrecognizable (in a good way), I promise.

Cool, eh?

here is where i'm at; gargantuan moments of self-reflection to follow

All my life I've been considered incredibly independent. But what I've realized is that I have been completely dependent on other people making me angry. As long as someone else is telling me what to do, I thrive by doing the opposite, or doing more than they thought possible. I've always had something to prove. So for the past couple years as society simply expects me to get on with life on my own without the challenge of being told what to do, I have been sinking. I've been waiting for something to happen to me, rather than figuring out what I want to happen, and working for it. I have nothing to fight against except myself, and that fight gets boring very fast.
Starting now, I am going to look for my fire and work my ass off to get what I want.
I have always loved this line "Though she be but little, she be fierce."
What do I want?
I have to figure that one out too.

I decided not to write anything until I had saved up some more important thoughts... but now I can't think of anything profound to say.
I'm thinking of switching universities: at Canadian Mennonite University in Winnipeg I could study IDS and Disaster Recovery.
I decided that I am a pacifist.
I've also been thinking about nursing. Up to this point, I didn't want to become a nurse because I thought it would be awful to marry a doctor and then raise a family and succumb to the stereotype. I am obviously prejudiced. Anyways I would do it, so that I can work for the Red Cross or something similar, in war zones.
wheeeeeeee
hello
That's about it, really.

bit of a test of my character. ironically
good bye for now

how cool am i?

i am:
listening to paul simon, graceland
making pancakes
catsitting for jane and peters
about to spend the night in said former drama teacher's apartment
how cool am i?
words cannot express my current sentiments