Groups

When I was in grade nine, I had Social with Alanna Gill and Cheryl Oates. They were my only friends in the class. But the second our grade nine teacher called out group work, Alanna and I would race to make eye contact with Cheryl first.  The tension would run thick as we tried to settle out who would go with who. Neither of us wanted to be the odd man out. Because that was the ultimate social slap in the face. And everyone else in class had the perfect "group buddy"... but Alanna and I... nope we had to compete for our group buddy. It was hideous. The most wretched feeling ever. Its like some cruel popularity contest, waiting to get picked for teams. I've always hated group assignments for that. Cause finding partners is just awkward. Stupid groups. I try to avoid group assignments at all cost. Cause I hate the feeling of waiting and hoping someone wants to be your partner. And the rejection when you ask someone and they give you the look (ya know, of ultimate pity) and they try to break it to you nicely they already have a group. While secretly they are SO happy they arent you. Its hideous. I guess I ought to learn to campaign better. Be more on the ball. But I never am. Mmm.. I'm feeling all grade nine teenage-angsty. We have to do groups for next semester. Groups. Bain of my existence. I'd rather work alone.

Bonnie CAN Keep a Secret

Looky what I found when I left my little cave of seclusion.

Consensus is I have great friends.

Today, I've been feeling the down that happens after someone leaves.

Its natural. You have to re-join the life you were living prior to their visit.

But people just kept doing things for me today.

David Alan posted pictures so I can stay up-to-date with his fam.

Lindsay finally blogged (sure it was only to get me off her back but I'll take it).

Amy made me a button.

And Bonnie sent me a package.

Of which I had no prior knowledge (and people say you cant keep a secret!).

Seriously

  thank.you.a.million!

Its nice to be reminded I'm not forgotten even tho I'm far away.
I freaking love my friends and fam.

The End.

Button Your Button

Have I mentioned that I love blogging. Cause I do. And I was kinda surprised by it too. Its like blogging snuck up on me. But its seriously such a nice way to connect with other people and get a few things off my chest in the process. And well... I've gotten mildly into the whole blogging universe. As such I've become pals with Amy - remember Amy - gorgeous blonde who offered to make me a button... cause they're all the rage. Well this is what she came up with.

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And I'm tickled pink!

She's so awesome. So please feel free to put my button on your blogs.

Here With Me: Day Four

For the last while my hair has been, to put it mildly - a big fat mess. On Monday, it finally was a little on the normal side. On the acceptable side.

So Cathy - here it is.





So on Monday, we planned to go back to our roots (aka we wanted Seafood again).

(Arent our fish faces awesome!)

One of my favorite things about my parents coming is the fact that my roommates usually come out to eat. I donno, its one of the traditions from Edmonton that I've missed here. Because having your roommate come is a nice sign of friendship. And I want my parents to meet the people I live with, spend time with them.


Because well, sure you can live with someone without being their friend, but its so much more enjoyable when you have someone to bond with. And people I bond with, I want to meet the people who are important to me. Its just one of those things.





So Sheila came with. And we laughed at the ridiculousness that is my parents. A few of the highlights...

1. My dad eating raw oysters...

sicknast. 

He said they werent

nearly as bad

as he remembered

 them being.

2. Sheila recommended Swordfish to my mom.

When my moms dish came she pointed at this.

And exclaimed: "Look its my swordfish!"

To which I laughed and corrected. Because that was sweet potatoes.

This is sword fish. Silly Momma.

3. We were talking about people getting pregnant at my dads office.

And we were saying how ridiculous it was that there was

like fifteen that were pregnant, to which my mom reply's:

"Guess it was a long hard winter."

Sheila and I died right then and there.

So Sheila and I get in the car. And I want us to take pictures makings faces... She was like "I cant do that." But I made her try anyways.

I forgot how I used to be like that too when Cathy would make me make faces.

I guess I've gotten better.

We were in a food coma tho (phrase of the visit). And as such a little pouty.

Here With Me: Day Two+Three

One word: Slavedrivers

On Saturday these two locked me in the hotel room. And cracked the whip. My mom would poke me awake if I would fall asleep. They both went out to get lunch and had me stay... dont worry they brought me some back. When we went out for dinner it was dark. And I hadnt left the room all day. They were good spirited about it all. And I really did appreciate the encouragement to work. I even knocked a glass of water all over my dads phone (on accident of course). And he just shook the water off and set it on the heating vent to dry off.

On Sunday:
We hurried our way down to Weymouth to watch the Primary Presentation John invited us to. Heather and Amit came too. And let me tell you. Kids are hilarious! There were a few of my personal favorites. There was an adorable little redheaded kid who would wipe his hand in front of his face and change his expression with each swipe of his hand. There was the kid who got up and was talking fine until mid-word he cut off and resorted to a high pitched squeal. The little kid who kept his hands balled up and in front of his eyes the whole time he was talking. And then there was the girl who looked like she was six and talked like she was eighteen. She was mature and impressive. Aiden did a great job too. He quietly told about his family. Abby was adorable through the whole thing - though not old enough to be in the Primary. She played with Heather for awhile and then came and gave me a big hug.

After church, my dad wanted to drive to Cape Cod. Yup... thats right folks... I live close enough to just drive to Cape Cod. Have I? No... I wasnt feeling great so we only made it as far as Plymouth MA. The site of the pilgrims landing.

And if I were the describe this photo op it would be one of eyes wide shut.

I started it off... and my mom ran with it.

The Mayflower II.

Strict Comfort

Sometimes my parents go out shopping.

Sometimes they come back with things like this.

Sometimes they're ridiculous.

Sometimes I love them for it.

For the back of my closet

Dear [Secret]
I could see through your façade from the beginning. But that didnt stop me from wanting to believe in you. It didnt stop me from slowly opening up to you again. From slowly sharing a piece of myself with you. I knew you wouldnt value how hard that was for me. I knew you wouldnt value what I was giving you. But I convinced myself that it was just a small piece. That it wouldnt hurt me to give it. That your power to hurt me was gone. I wanted absolution to the past. And you held that out in front of me, knowing I would be hard pressed to resist. The story I told myself was fool-proof. Except for the memory of my pesky feelings. And that pesky heart. And your words. So ambivalent and full of intrigue. I promised myself that I was just curious and you provided nothing but entertainment. That I knew what I was doing. But I should of known that I wouldnt be able to not hope for you. And that you didnt have it in you to care. You asked for honesty. I gave it to you. You hinted and played on my scarred and bruised heart. Because you knew you could. I should have known better. And I tried my best to ignore it. Because now that you have so anti-climatically left, I am left sitting here. Wondering if I had been less straight forward, if it would of played out differently. If I had been less trusting. And less open to you when you first sought me out. And I know in my mind that your departure really has nothing to do with me. But I cant help but feel that it does. And that somehow I'll never be enough. All I wanted to do was prove I was strong. And now I know I'm not. My pride will not allow me to ask the questions I want to know. What did you want from me? What were you hoping to gain?  You were never real. And I cant decide if you knew the consequences of your actions. Because I hate to believe that anyone would intentionally seek to cause me pain - but you just may be the exception having a history for disregarding my feelings. The past has shown that your words mean nothing. They are just nicely strung together letters. Their meaning never more untrue than when you first uttered them. I knew that I was nothing more than entertainment for you and that your façade could only last so long. I curse myself for knowing better. And checking for any sign I've misread you. I ache knowing my instincts are always right and time again I try to test them. When will I learn? Just know that you have not won. You will not see me calling after you. I have my limits. And I have reached one now. I refuse to invest another moment of my hope in you. Because you are no more than a disappointment waiting to happen. So good luck to you. And goodbye.    

Quizzer

So I love quizzes. The multitude of facebook quizzes I've taken confirms that. I like when they tell me things I already think are true. Its like a confirmation of sorts. So when my bloggy friend Amy posted an online quiz about your blogging personality... well I couldnt pass that up. 


This is what I got: Not sure its true. 

Your Blogging Type is Kind and Harmonious

You're an approachable blogger who tends to have many online friends. People new to your blogging circle know they can count on you for support. You tend to mediate fighting and drama. You set a cooperative tone. You have a great eye for design - and your blog tends to be the best looking on the block! Especially since I wouldnt classify my blog as the best looking on the block. I like how it looks. But I know its not over the top. Its simple. And I like that. But I wont be getting any awards for that. But as with most things, I could see myself picking a different variety of answers as well. And so I got this:

Your Blogging Type is Confident and Insightful You've got a ton of brain power, and you leverage it into brilliant blog. Both creative and logical, you come up with amazing ideas and insights. A total perfectionist, you find yourself revising and rewriting posts a lot of the time. You blog for yourself - and you don't care how popular (or unpopular) your blog is! I think this one might be a better fit. Or more like I want it to be a better fit. ahhaha. What do you think? True? To find out your own go  here.

Here With Me: Day One

I carried my phone around all day today. That never happens. But why? Because I knew my parents were coming today, and I wanted to be on the other line if they should call me. I knew they wouldnt call till they got to Boston. I knew they werent getting in till like 5ish. But I still carried my phone around all day. Call me silly.
But can I just say how awesome my parents are. Both my parents are filling in answer keys on practice exams so that I dont have to do it and can just study from them. They are perfectly happy to fill in answer keys and are determined to make the next five days completely conducive to me studying and preparing. And make sure I'm well fed. They're cute like that.

They were tuckered out. And are asleep.

And yes. My dad is sleeping on the floor so I can sleep on a bed.

He's awesome like that.

And likes the floor better than the bed... silly man.

(Please note: He fell asleep with the remote in his hand)

P.S> I just wanna send a special congrats out to my cousin Alana.

You are gonna be an AMAZING missionary.
And definitely one that all the boys you meet will be sad you're a missionary.
Cause you're hot - Duh.
Love you!

For those that dont click the link and watch the video she's going to the Independence Missouri Mission.
But I recommend the video. Its awesome.

The Greatest of the Greats

Its official.

I have the greatest roommate of all time.

Please observe.

From Facebook:

Sheila Kelly You are probably still studying like a crazy person BUT, should you take a break and check facebook, you should probably also check our dining room table. Specifically, the way cool bag on the dining room table that I had to beat homeless men off with a stick over. Kidding. Kind of... Anyways. I'm off to bed. If I don't see you, GOOD LUCK!

I love scavenger hunts.

So I write Sheila telling her she's awesome and then go check what goodies she's left.

I see this.

Sheila is awesome.

I approach and go to take my treasure back to my hideout.

And its heavy.

And filled with this.

Yup. Sheila knows my love addiction to candy.

She knows I have huge tests and crazy studying that needs to occur.

So she totally stocks me up.

If you're thinking you have the best roommate ever you are sorely mistaken.

Sheila Kelly folks.

And I will fight to the death anyone who thinks differently.