The Devil you don't Know

*Bounce bounce sniff sneeze wag wag shake shake flop* We’re going to that happy place!!! Oh what happy times I have had there!!! We’re going to see Grandma! And Grandma always has treats for me, apparently they are home made! You know who else gave me home made treats awhile ago? Trixie’s mommy! Thank you thank you thank you Trixie’s Mommy! I know it’s late, but my mommy’s no fun and never lets me talk anymore.

Something weird happened to my mommy the other week, and I don’t really understand what it was. She was walking with this man who refused to pet me, because he knew I was a working dog. But I was off harness and Mommy said he could pet me, but he kept saying “I’ve been trained never to touch a seeing eye dog.” What’s a seeing eye dog? People call me that all the time, but I’m a guide dog! Fascinating this… seeing eye thing… is it like since Mommy doesn’t see, I have to be her seeing eye? Hmmm… things that make you go hmmm… So she was walking with Mr. No pets for Rosamae when all of a sudden I felt her fall towards me. I just stood there and did my normal doggie thing, but the next thing I knew she was wobbling, sorta hippity hopping on one leg, and she was almost crying, but it looked like she didn’t want to full out cry because she was with that attractive man. He put his arm around her and half carried her onto the bus. Then, she turned sideways and put her foot up on the seat. How is that fair? When I jump up on bus seats, I get corrected… but I bet her feet are dirtier than mine. Every now and again we’d hit a bump and I would see her bite down really hard, I guess she was still trying not to cry maybe? I don’t know? And as if that wasn’t weird enough, she got off the bus where she used to go to find jobs, but job lady Natalie wasn’t there. Alana the back cracker was there. So Mommy was in what I can only assume is pain, and she wants back cracker lady to crack her back now? These human things are weird things. She got very slowly off the bus, and back cracker lady took her home. She took me for my evening poop, and then she hippity hopped into her room, where she proceded to sit at her computer and it read her something… and then… she started crying all weird where she couldn’t breathe, and she was so loud and I was like “What the heck Woman” but I didn’t do anything, and then she was on that thing she calls a phone, but she wasn’t making much sense. I heard her talking to someone, and then she was talking to Carin… and then the garage door was being opened, so I bark bark barked and I ran as fast as I could. Maybe somebody knew Mommy needed help. It was Mitsu and her mommy and Dan! Oh how I love Mitsu. We always play and run and pretend to fight but I like her. So we romped around the kitchen while Dan and Mitsu’s mommy did something to my mommy’s hurting foot. And then they were half carrying Mommy like the nice man had done, and I got shut in my room… what did I do wrong? I didn’t hurt Mommy.

A few hourse later they were back with Cam. Mommy was weird all night, but Mitsu got to sleep over. For the next few days, Mommy just sat on her fat butt and people did everything for her, fed me, took me out, made her food, Meg brought her “breakfast in bed” twice and she was all happy. I noticed she would sit on her butt and slide up and down the stairs. Hmmm… wonder if she needs her anal glands expressed? I didn’t know humans needed that. But she wouldn’t do anything with me, just wanted me to cuddle all the time, which is fine for awhile, but I’m a lab and I have energy and I need to run and bounce and play and sniff and bark and sneeze… I suppose I can still bounce and sneeze but there’s nothing to bounce and sneeze about when all Mom does is sit there… And then a few days ago, Mommy slowly started walking again. We went to the coffee store! And we saw Skippy the man who drives Mommy places sometimes. So she seems to be doing all right, albeit a lot slower than she was before this. And today, I’m told that we are going to see Grandma and Grandpa and I get treats and I get to run again! Oh yeah, Mom’s mom took me to run a few times, and oh what fun I had with Mitsu. We just ran and ran and ran.

We went to the cottage for Easter time! I saw Grandma! And that cranky big old man that lives there too. I used to like him… but then one day he got sick and started being weird so now I don’t talk to him anymore unless I have to. Mom says he’s drinking again, whatever that means. I drink everyday and nobody has a problem with that. Why shouldn’t he drink? I had some yummy cake off the floor when nobody was looking…. And then my tummy hurted all night.

I am happy that Mom is working me again. It’s no fun sitting around and doing nothing. I’m going to play in the sun now.

This is going to be a sappy post. You’ve been warned.

The year was 2003 when I started talking to two people who would later become two of the most important people in my life. I was this crazy girl who was kind of on her own for the first time. I had moved to Brantford to attend W Ross MacDonald School for the blind. This was the first time I was really away from my parents, so I was a bit crazy, never doing homework, letting my grades slip and just being generally lazy, since, you know, I was away from home and Mom and Dad couldn’t tell me what to do.

My room mate at the time somehow got talking to me one night and told me about these friends she had named Steve and Carin who I should really meet sometime. I knew Steve’s younger brother, since he was a few years behind me at school, and I thought he was pretty cool. She talked a lot about Steve and Carin. She was in University of Guelph at the time, and he was doing a volunteer radio show. My room mate talked about them a lot and how funny and crazy they were.

I remember the first phone conversation I ever had with them was with Carin when my room mate and I were at a friend’s apartment. My room mate called them and shoved the phone at me. I don’t remember how the conversation went; I just remember something about “Name that DB”. Long story that I probably shouldn’t get into here, but that’s not important. I remember thinking “Man, that was random and hilarious.” Then a few weeks later, I talked to Steve from the residence, and added him to MSN. He and I talked on the phone a lot for awhile, and one day he passed the phone to Carin and we ended up talking for probably four hours. The first of what would later be many many more of those ridiculously long conversations. It was right around Remembrance Day and I remember her talking about some horrible Voltaire book she was reading in her French class. These details aren’t really important, but whatever, I’m writing them down.

So these guys had a new year’s party and invited me. For whatever stupid reason though, my parents said the roads were too icy and they didn’t want me going to this party. Thus, that night was the first new years that I would call just after midnight and wish them Happy New Years. I was really sad I couldn’t be there, because my room mate was there, and I wanted to see her and meet these infamous people who were only phone/msn friends at the time.

Our time came too finally. It was Carin’s 25th birthday. I had to go to a winter camping thing with my outdoor education class, so my room mate and I were going to meet up when I got back from the trip and her dad would drive us to Steve and Carin’s apartment for the weekend. I remember calling Carin on the Sunday, because Steve had gone away for the previous weekend and asking how she was doing. I won’t get into the details, but that weekend wasn’t so great for either of them. Suffice it to say, our fires meeting was a slightly awkward one, but it was still, in my opinion, a lot of fun. That was the first time I ever drank and got drunk. That was the first time I ever learned about games for the blind. The first time I ever learned about the fun of going out to a restaurant in a taxi and being somewhat independent and not having to ask someone to drive me there. So as weird and emotional as that weekend was, I loved it. Oh, one more thing about that weekend. It was the first time that I ever read a Reader’s Digest and a Playboy. Also, singing Rollin’ and I drink Alone in ridiculous harmonies. No matter what I do, I seem to never be able to catch those on recording. Next time Steve, next time.

The second time I went to visit them was in May. We were supposed to be performing Grease that week, but the school was about to go on strike, so things got moved around. That time we stayed for three days, and more awkward craziness ensued. First time drinking beer. First time attempting to make my all time favourite cake for my room mate’s birthday. Carin took my room mate out for ice cream and Steve and I set to the task of trying to bake this cake. Victory shots anyone? Or rotten milk? Rotten milk was my excuse for being a bit giddy when my room mate and Carin got back to the apartment and I had drunk a wee bit too much Kahlua. Right… cuz they’d actually fall for that bullshit. Remember, it was like my second time being drunk so whatever. The cake was a marginal success I think. I liked it anyway.

Carin first came to visit me and my family that summer. Actually, I saw her twice within about two weeks of each other. The first time Mom and Grandma took us to see Mama Mia in Toronto, and the second time she came to my Dad’s house. We were bad, and she brought me lots and lots of junk food since I was on the Atkins diet and couldn’t eat carbs, we had to smuggle them.
I have seen them many times since, and there have been so many ridiculous and crazy times had. My first new year’s party with them in new years of 04-05 was interesting to say the least. We learned just what happens when Barb has a little too much to drink and what kind of strength she really has, and Steve’s undying patience with her while she’s being silly. These two have been together forever, with a bit of a break in the middle. I’m so glad that everything’s working out for them now, because clearly they’re perfect for each other. They have stuck by me through so much bullshit… I’m not always the easiest, most rational person to deal with, but through it all, these two have been there, helped me out, and given me sometimes subtle, sometimes no so subtle ass kickings, just trying to help me and keep me in line, and I think they’re doing a pretty amazing job.

Carin went to guide dog school to get Trixie in March, and I went the end of May. I’ll never forget the time her first guide dog came to my house and decided dryer sheets were tasty. Those were good times.

God, so many stupid inside jokes, from “I’m going to get on a bus that will take me away” to “phones are gay”, and “They’ve got sentence peeds in ‘em… and they run… like bugs…” Sadly, I don’t think I could explain that if I tried, but thinking about all of this makes me giggle every single time.

So, Carin’s 30 now, and it’s been five years that this crazy friendship has lasted. Here’s to two of the best friends a girl could ever ask for, and here’s to a lot more good times with these friends. I am going to see them next Thursday, and fuck I can’t wait. We’ve had some Jose Cuervo sitting at their place waiting for us since I bought it last year. I made them promise not to drink it till they next saw me. Hopefully my dog won’t be a shit face and pee on the floor again so she won’t have to be restricted the whole weekend, bad girl. I love these two very much, and I hope this friendship lasts a really long time and I don’t drive them too nuts. They’re keepers I think. They are pretty special people, and I’m really lucky to have them in my life.

There, the sappy crap is over. Now back to your regularly scheduled randomness that is me.

This should be a good indication of how random I really am.

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no

matter how embarrassing. See which of your friends can name the

most songs.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist

and track correctly.
(Note: There is an s in stars to show the ones people got right.
1. *s* Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
2. Motion City Soundtrack - Attractive today I am wrecked. I am overblown.
3. Paul Simon - I know what I knoow
She looked me over and I guess she thought I was all right
4. Seven Mary Three - Favourite Dog
That's my other hand, open and empty
5. *s* Rodney Karington - All the Reasons
Don't like poodles and poperee
6. *s* Jos Stone - You lost me
You had me, you lost me, you're wasted, you cost me
7. Greenday - Why do you want him
I saw you standing alone
With a sad look on your face
8. *s* Moist - Push
A little bit more than I ever wanted
9. The Planet Smashers - It's Over
Don't want to see you again, don't want to hear of you
10. Collen James - That's what love is made of
You got scared cuz she dared you to commit
11. The Rolling Stones - Jumpin' Jack Flash
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
12. Greenday - Chump
I don't know you
But,I think I HATE you
13. *s* Queen - Bohemian Rhapsodi (Anyone who didn't get that is epic fail)
Is this the real life
14. The Beatles - No Reply
This happened once before
When I came to your door
15. Well I've heard some people talkin' just the other day
16. *s* Stevie Ray Vagn - Boot Hill (Bite me Steve, you're right, it is shootin' iron)
Look up on the wall Baby... hand me down my shootin' line
17. Weird Al Yankovich - Trapped in the Drivethrough
Seven o'clock in the evening watching something stupid on tv
18.
*s* Stevie Wonder - Don't you Worry 'bout a Thing
Everybody's got a thing
But some don't know how to handle it
19. *s* The Beatles - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Picture yourself in a boat on a river

20. O Suzanna - Down by the Quarry
My love, my love... let's take a walk
21. Bad Religion - Materialist
You're obsessed and distressed cuz you can't make any sense...
22. She wants Revenge - Black Liner Run
Run run run would you wear that black liner Baby...
23. Natalie Coal - Don't get around
Missed the Saturday dance
24. Desmond Dekker - Israelites
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir.
25. Garth Brooks - Standing outside the fire
They call them cool... those hearts that have no scars to show...

Oi... that was long and involvedOK Steve, Carin, Amber, Tiff, Josh, Beth and Imafarmgirl... and whoever else feels like wasting time at random. Your turns. I'd put your links in, but you know what? That would take effort, and if you think I'm using any effort today, you're all retarded. I'm going to study for my first world music test. If I don't get at least a 90 on this baby I'll cry. I think out of everyone's lists, Imafarmgirl's will be the most strange and hard to get the lyrics to, because she's got a lot of really cool native American music going on, which, coincidentally, we're studying in class tomorrow night. Oh. P.S. no cheating by reading other people's answers on my comments. You can't read until you comment yourself, ya cheating bums! Time for your's Steve!

You know what’s sad about me? I go through phases where I watch and listen to a lot of news, I take everything in, and you could ask me anything about what’s going on in the world at any given point, and I can generally tell you. As of late though, I’ve been bad and not paid as close attention as perhaps I should. I still have a general idea of what’s going on, but I am not paying as much attention as I should. I did know that Barak Obama was being sworn in today, but I didn’t really think much of it. I didn’t watch the news last night, so lucky for me I didn’t see the ridiculous amount of hipe that surrounded this historical day, but when Dad called me at noon and reminded me that the inauguration was on and said I should watch it, I turned on the tv right away. I missed the VP being sworn in, but I caught the tail end of something… some oath Obama had to say. Then John Williams had composed a theme and variations based around the song “Simple Gifts” which was an old song that came from Stravinski’s “Right of Spring”, and I remembered hearing that song as a child. The composition was beautiful. Then, Barak was sworn into office, and then he gave his speech. I will readily admit that yes I did spend a quarter of it in tears, and yes I know I’m lame. It was amazing, absolutely amazing, to listen to this man, the first ever black president of the United States, speak and address people all over the world. He is a phenomenal speaker. His words really moved me, not to mention that his voice alone is beautiful. He has a lot to live up to. There has been so much hipe, so much leading up to this moment when he would become president. He has promised a lot of things, he has said a lot of great words that people will hopefully never forget. I just hope that he will live up to everything he promises.

The one thing I was sad about while watching this was the fact that I watched it alone, and I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it after. I sat on the floor with Rosamae, and we watched it together. I sat there and scratched her ears and petted her and hugged her and just bonded with her. I know she has no clue how this whole thing made me feel, but I’m glad at least that she was there and not off sniffing something or being silly. She sat very quietly and just let me pet her. It was great. And I realle liked the old reverend guy at the end. He sounded like a dinosaur, but he was so cute, and ha made the people laugh.

When Obama was giving his speech, there were two million people in the audience. Can you imagine that? Two million people, and they were all dead silent when he spoke. This man had two million people hanging on his every word. I think that’s the sign of a great speaker. I really would like to listen to his book “The Audasity of Hope” because he narrates it. I should rap this up and probably say something really intelligent about hope or chage, or there should be some good ending, but I have nothing. I guess here’s to a new United States Government not run by a fucking nut job. As I said, hopefully Obama will come through on the things he has promised, and I hope that the U.S can be more accepted and be thought of in a better light by the world.

Labels: Obama

It’s more than two weeks late but I really don’t care. I’m doing this anyway.

Positives of 08:

• Getting into Queen’s!


• AS few jam sessions at Xanadu music


• Reconnecting with old friends Suzan and Roisin, both of whom I went to camp with way back in the day!


• Frosh week again!


• Getting together with Anna, doing a lot of just fun singing and even doing a duel performance in Toronto in September!


• Continued fun with Shout Sister


• One very memorable and fun trip to Brantford in June


• Making it through an entire year with the most amazing and beautiful guide dog ever! Also being told by Chuck on several occasions how well we were doing


• An interesting support group leading to a summer with a few new friends which was great times


• Many fun drunken escapades watching Georgette start doing Thursday night performances at Brandi’s


• Mindi!


• Shannon!


• One hell of a great Christmas… lots of awesome presents!


• Grandpa quit drinking May 21st


• Older step sister finally moving out


• Uncle Bill’s 50th birthday party


• May 2-4 crazy party in Ottawa with the crew!

Really excellent O and M lessons and finally having the ability to walk independently downtown therefore giving me a ton more freedom

Negatives of 08

• Constant arguments with my father


• Apendix surgery that left me in pain for a stupidly long time


• Still no job


• Hard courses last semester resulting in my realization that environmental science was not for me


• Old neighbour died of Cancer


• Grandpa’s liver started to fail


• Remember all that awesome weight I lost last year? It came back with a vengeance. Is it wrong that I joked with someone recently that if I were to gain much more weight I might kill myself by over dosing on diet pills so I could at least die trying? I thought it was funny… others were concerned for my mental health.


• Remember those friends I mentioned that I met at the support group? Not friends anymore. They loved drama and bullshit, and God knows that shit follows me, so this year I said enough and as a result don’t talk to those people anymore


• I sat around and did a lot of nothing for the first half of 08 because I was just lazy and complacent.

Hopes for 09:

• I’d like a job please.


• Getting off academic probation and not having to worry and stress so much about school.


• Find a major or medial that I can actually stick with and finish


• Work on the self-esteem. It’s slowly getting better.


• Lose weight… but when do I not want to do that?


• Move out on my own again.


• Learn better tolerance, patience and discretion because these lessons seem hard for me.


• Work on building a more stable relationship with my parents


• Work on being more positive in general because I can be pretty bitchy.

Over all, I’d say that 2008 was a great year. I feel like I’ve made progress with meds and things. 09 looks like it’s going to be a good year if everything works out. I’m relatively happy today. Went out with Shannon last night, made new drinks and had a really good time. The Pizza Hut Delivery guy made good fun of us. It was a good night. I hope everyone is having an enjoyable weekend.

One of my favourite books of 07 was turned into a movie that came out Christmas day. It had a sweet cast, the main characters being played by Owen Wilson and Jennifer Aniston! Two of my fav actors!!! Playing in a movie about one of my fav books!!! How can you go wrong? Oh boy… oh boy… oh boy… let me tell you…

First of all, Marley the dog was supposed to be a yellow lab! People! Pay attention!!! In the book, they made a huge deal about telling us that Marley was an English, pure bred yellow lab. This was important because they wanted to show him at dog shows. As far as I know, you can only show pure bred dogs at dog shows. Never in the movie was any of this mentioned at all. Marley, in the movie, was a labradoodle!!! A fucking labradoodle!!!

Second, I don’t recall ever reading about the author/main character’s friend Sebastien. Maybe he was in the book briefly, but this guy was all over the movie. I don’t really remember him at all. Third, I really hate it when movies change the chronological order of events. That really urks me. Certain things happened before certain other things, and they were changed around in the movie. I’m not really sure why… There’s a part where Marley is tied to a table at an outdoor restaurant, and he runs and drags the table with him. That was after they’d had all three of their kids… or at least two of them… I’m pretty sure it was three though. But in the movie, Jennie hadn’t even miscarried yet. Sorry if I just spoiled anything for anyone. It just bugged me.

Another thing, they skipped some of my favourite parts, like the part where John and Marley actually go back to obedience school and they actually finally passed! Methinksa that was pretty important.

All in all, it was a cute movie, but there were a lot of inconsistencies that I was not a fan of. Oh well… what are you going to do eh?On another n
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, I have a new cell phone!!! Ah, how I am in love!!! It’s the Nokia 6682 RVI, so it has talks on it! Go Talks!!! Now I can use my cell phone for what it really should be used for… texting!!! Ha ha

I had my first class of the new semester yesterday. IT was a world drama course, and it was pretty interesting. I think I’m going to enjoy that course. I have Tuesdays and Fridays off, and tomorrow, I have drama again followed by a course in the global development of aboriginals. And then Thursday night I have aworld music course!!! This semester is going to rock rock rock!!!

I’m off to eat steak and parogies now. Hope everyone’s having a good week back at whatever they’re doing.

This is the log I kept on my new years vacation!!! It was amazing!!!

We're taking off from Kingston airport. We're in the air, going up, up up. God I love flying. You have no idea how much. Since both my grandfather and uncle were fighter pilots, I guess it's in my blood. It's now 10:15. First, we fly from Kingston to Toronto, then we have a bit of a layover, and then it's Toronto to Cancoon! Then, we drive for an hour in order to arrive at the condo where we will be staying. I love this feeling where it feels like the back of the plane is going up. This is cool! I didn't take Rosamae on the trip, because it would have been too much of a hassel. I miss her already. Dad, if he isn't being a complete cocksuck like he was this morning, is taking care of her. God, how exciting is this that I get to spend New years in the tropics on a freakin' beach? Or in an outdoor hot tub? This is going to be amazing. I love the sound of the plane's engine. It's so loud and powerful. That's partly the same reason that I love when Rosamae barks, makes her sound so strong, like she would protect me from anything. Last time I tried to write one these travel logs, I completely forgot about it, so hopefuly this one will do better. I also brought my digital recorder, as well as my COULD player. I'm set for life! I'm going back to reading now. I will write when I get to Toronto.

I'm in Toronto, sitting in the Air Canada lounge. Since Mom has super elete status on Air Canada, we get to go in the lounge. Hell yes this is sweet. We get free food, all you can eat soup, salad, these yummy veggie chips that I have not a clue what they're called, but they're delicious and I enjoy them more than regular chips. I was going to read on that flight from Kingston to Toronto, but I fell asleep. I'm going to eat some salad now. More from the big plane later!

PDDS I just had this awesome green salad, and the part that made it the most awesome was this creamy dill dressing. Dill anything is good really. I went to Wild Wings the other day, and had wings in a creamy dill sauce and they were to die for.

We're now en route to Cancoon. I think we're somewhere over New York right now, I'm guessing but I can't tell. I am trying to get radio stations with my radio COULD player. Very illegal, but I can update as to our progress every so often, maybe.

Sarasota Florida 15:30

I find it interesting that this is now the second time that we've been to Mexico, and both times, somehow we've been fucked over in some way.

We are in Cancoon now at the resort. It is a huge condo, going to bed now, will write more tomorrow when I am more awake.
It's Tuesday. I am sitting on the balcony with Alexander, Chris and Lisa's son, and Lisa's mother. I'm reading this amazing book that my friend Suzan wrote and I really hope that she will find a publisher for it. It needs to be on book shelves everywhere!!!!! So so so good! Have I mentioned that I may or may not be completely in love with Shivrayis and may or may not want to sleep with him? Keera is pretty cute too. I didn't like her at first, but now she's cool! Mexico is beautiful. Right now, Alexander is making me a bacon and egg McMuffin. Damn that was tasty. Ok, so last night we went to this dolphin nursery and saw a baby dolphin that was about the length of one of my shoulders to the other. It was so so small, and it swam with its mother, they would come up out of the water for air and we %d hear them jumping. If I'm lucky, I may get the chance to swim with dolphins and touch them. That will be the highlight of this trip. We went to a restaurant last night, drank margaritas and listened to some crazy guitar dude from Long Beach. That was fun, there were a lot of drunk people from Michagon there who were hilarious. It was a good night. This morning though, I woke up with what feels like a cold. Apparently it's not, it's just the air conditioning, but that seems odd. Oh well, I hope it passes. Not sure what the plans are for this morning but I am sure we will be swimming in this kick ass pool that's four pools interlinked by a bridge. I hear it's freezing, but if anyone knows me, they know that I don't really care. Ok, back to reading for now.

We just got back from the beach. The ocean is as amazing as always. God how I love the ocean. It's one of my favourite things. At two, we're going on a snorkelling tour with a sailboat. I myself won't snorkel, but I'll watch everyone else. There is something to be said for having a drink beside a pool on December 30. This is brilliant!

So we went on a catameran tour. That was actually amazing! There were these nets on the front of the boat, and we went over five foot waves. It was so so so much fun!!! We hung out on the boat, we drank margaritas while we were sailing. It was incredible.

Oh, and just to make my life wonderful, I have one hell of a cold. It's my vacation, it's 20:51, and I'm alparently going to bed, because my head feels like it's going to explode. Mom and everyone went to get some decongestants for me, I hope I will feel somewhat better in the morning. Good night. I'll write tomorrow, although everyone's going to see this as one big, long entry, but that's ok.

Mom is going to be some pissed this morning, since I doubt she got any sleep cuz I kept coughing and moving around and generally feeling like ass. What the shit just happened to my file? They went out and bought me liquid benedrille, which made it possible at least to breathe out of one side of my nose. Gick, why must I have a cold during my vacation? Why are the Gods pissed at me? First, I almost lost my passport, now this. But I will not let this ruin my holiday, no way! I think today is dolphin discovery day. I'm super excited, and tonight? New Year's eve!!!! Woo woo!! Going to blow my nose now.

If everything goes according to plan, I will have pictures of my trip. Did I mention the Captain yesterday let me sail? Yeah, that's right Barb sailed a big ass boat! What's the point of going somewhere if you don't get to have tons of crazy new experiences? There are a lot of really interesting and different sounding birds all around. One in particular likes to squawkstscream at me whenever I come out onto the balcony. It's kind of neat.

The weather has been perfect since we arrived Monday night. Due to the humidity, the air feels like velvet on our skin. It's so wonderful! I hope Mom and Cam get back soon and give me something decent to take for my cynuses, as in not Benadrille. I wonder why the pool isn't on yet? It's 8:42. I haven't been in the pool yet, so I am excited to go. Since Mom didn't have any lemon tea, she heated up sprite. It was different, it loses it's fizziness and it tasted like there was not much sugar, but Mom may have watered it down, I'm not sure.

We went to the beach again this morning. The ocean is so nice and lovely and warm. I smoked my knee on a rock, but nothing serious. All I have to say is thank God it was not a sea urchen. That would have made me cry. After awhile I sat on the beach and waited for Mom and Cam to go snorkelling, and this really nice American family came and sat with me. Turns out the father is getting his EMBA through a video corespondance course at Queen's! We're about to have some nachos. Not sure what the plan for the rest of the day is, but I will write whenever something interesting happens. This is a way better journal than the one I kept at Goodb, which , never actually did. Oops!

This is getting a wee tad ridiculous. We've been sitting here for the last half hour and the annoying cleaner has been playing this same god damn song five times now. I might shoot this guy! It's not a bad song, but seriously? Five fucking times? Good, time number six. I can tell I'm starting to get cranky due to lack of sleep and mood stablisers, Lois Eastwood Lisa's mother keeps coughing up all this nasty fucking flegm. Time number seven. Eight... Ten... fuck people seriously turn this fucking sddong off! Eleven? Are you fucking shitting me? Twelve... I may or may not go downstairs and punch this woman who keeps playing the stupid song. So, after literally 18 times of that crazed woman playing that song, a swim in a pool that was blessedby cold, and going shopping (I will never understand sighted people who just go to a store to look at stuff! A store is for buying shit!) So now we are back on the balcony eating more nachos and drinking and stuff. I have been so fucking cranky all day. I hate the fact that I can't taste a thing. Nor can I smell anything. I'm so thirsty, but seriously, what's the point of eating/drinking anything when you can't taste it? Tonight we're going to Cringo Dave's for dinner and tomorrow at one PddM it's dolphin time.

At this rate, what with my cold bullshit, this new year's might be the first in 4 years that I haven't drank. I'm all dizzy and spinny and I'm not sure I like the thought of drinking right now, although our really attractive boat captain informs me that if I drink tequilla it will kill my cold... interesting theory. It'll kill the cold... or it'll kill me.

Is it sad that we couldn't even stay up till midnight last night? Damn cold. Wow, that last sentence I wrote at 5 A.M. in my sleep and it really needed fixing.

This morning, we went for a walk. Fuck blisters are a bitch. I know I'm so whiny. There's a bird outside that sounds like the sound Mom makes when she whistles for the cats. I blame this cold or whatever it is.

It's 14:22 and I just swam with the dolphins. They are massive creatures! And they're so nice and graceful. It was a bit tacky, we got them to dance and sing, which is kind of silly, but I got to play with a baby which was so cute. Kind of pissed it off though when I accidentally poked it right in the eye. Oh well, it came back and I talked to it. I held it. It was so small. God Alexander's a fucking brattty kid. But dolphins! They were adorable!! I'm going in the pool now cuz I'm roasting here in the sun.

We went to a restaurant in the village last night. The steak was delicious, the shrimp and the salad... not so much. I had the world's strongest margarita, which pretty much had me hammered, which was fine and delicious. Then, Alexander, Lois and Chris taught me how to play four handed Uker. It's kind of a fun game! It's 5:12 A.M. here. We leave in three hour;. I can't wait to see my puppy doo! But for some reason I've been up literally all night. I had one dream about eating salad with my brother's girl friend, but that's it, so I've resigned myself to sitting out on the balcony to read.

I realize this has pretty much been one long ramble, but it was fun to actually keep a decent log. I had a few new experiences this trip. For one thing, I felt a live starfish. Xinteresting to feel him move through my hands. Starfish, for those who don't know, are very spiny little guys. They're not sharp per say, but they have little sort of spikes all over their bodies. I'm curious how they defend themselves though, because that one really didn't do a whole lot to get away from me. And the spikes don't hurt, they're just sort of soft, maybe tentacles are a better way to describe them.

I also, of course, pet dolphins. They are so smooth to the touch, almost exactly how I imagined they would feel. The one other thing I felt for the first time was a dead but fully intact moth. The only reason I found this guy so interesting was because I never realized moths had feathery wings.

Well, I think this is about it for this log post entry whatever you want to call it. I hope everyone's Christmas and new years was as awesome as mine has been, and here's to an awesome year aeead!

One more thing. Apparently, while Chris was asleep, this conversation went down

Lisa: (hears Chris's phone go off) Christopher, who's texting you?
Chris: I dunno, the same person that keeps emailing me. (Chris starts to text back)
Lisa: Why are you texting sone if you don't even know who it is?
Chris: I dunno (slams phone shut and falls back asleep)

Apparently this morning when Chris looked to see who he texted, it was his daughter Melissa. He wrote "Hey Lissie what are you up to?" and she responded with "going to bed" at three in the morning. Chris was asleep the whole time. Classic!

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