Wow, I sure haven't been here in a while. I've just had no time. Same old, same old, I know, but I've been busy, and that is the truth. Most of the time though, I would rather be writing. But alas, I'm usually analyzing surveys, or fiddling with websites at work, and suddently the day is over and then it begins again, different, but basically the same. ACK!!

Soon (well, in May), I will be here:

and I can't wait. A year of saving, and off I go. I love castles and I love mountains, and I love history. This trip will be filled with all three. And lots and lots of pictures. I will be singing "The Hills are Alive" while I run though the mountains, and I will twirl, and pretend that all the stuff in the movie really did happen the way they said it did. I will learn a little bit more German then I know now...which basically consists of counting to three, and I learned that from the Outburst computer game. Oh Timothy Stack. I visited the Alps several years ago, and I've been yearning to go back since.

But until then. I work.

Vacation Over...

Tomorrow it is back to work, I have yet to decide how I feel about this. I do know that I will miss sleeping in. I love sleep!

Today was one of those days that just goes on forever. Not really in a bad way, but it is just like...you look at the time and keep thinking, "how is it only 1, or 2, or 6?". It has been a nice, relaxing day, but in a weird sort of way. And it is only 8 o'clock, but I feel as though I should be waking up for work already. En.

Today, I finished yet another hilarious book by Jen Lancaster...seriously, funniest lady ever. I hardly ever laugh out loud while reading books, and I've read two of her books so far, and they have both cracked me up. I would love to go to a reading of hers. Bitter is the New Black and Such A Pretty Fat. Read them! (If you are a memoir loving person much like myself)

Yesterday, I stopped by the book store, and literally bought an armload of books. There were sales happening, so it wasn't that bad in the money department, but I'm pretty sure I have issues. I have so many books it is kind of ridiculous. Like, I really will need a special room in a house to keep them all. Such as...a library. Preferably the library from Beauty and the Beast with the moving ladder. Yes. One day. Every time I go into the book store now, I end up buying something. It is quickly becoming a favourite hobby. I love getting a coffee, and then wandering and looking at books. It is quite possibly in the top ten of my favourite activities.

I can't decide if this is sad or not, but either way, I don't really care, because it is an excellent way to pass the time when one is bored.

I'm not dreading going back to work, and I take that as a good sign. As in, I don't hate this job too much yet. I'm well on my way to being employed there for an entire year. Go me! I do miss downtown, and I miss my almost daily wanderings, so I"m looking foward to getting back to that.

Anyway. So starts another year.

Feelin Not So Fine, First Day of '09

Yes, I made a rhyme!

Today,I feel like what I can most aptly describe as a ball of shit. vodka and cosmos and tequila rose and peach shnapps and cherry whiskey will do that to a person I guess. Wait...I thought I said I wasn't going to mix alcohols? Clearly that went well. I really need to find some way when I drink, which isn't really too often, to make sure that I don't drink more than one type of alcohol. I mean, it always starts out well and good at beginning of the night, but it usually goes awry quickly. "I'll just finish the rest of this bottle, add some of this in, splash of this", which eventually equals feeling like a ball of shit.

I was thinking earlier today that I am getting to old for this, to be all barfy and hung over, but then it dawned on me, that it has ALWAYS been like this. I just forget. every time I drink. It was just kind of comforting to know that this feeling of blah, please poke my eye out, was not a result of oldness, but just stupidness. oh lessons I never learn. perhaps next time!

New Years was fun. I always feel like New Years gets a little to built up, and is thus doomed to be disappointing in some way, but I had a pretty great time, right up until the barfing started.

The idea of resolutions, and all that "this year, i'm going to..." has always kind of bugged me. Resolutions...it's like, why do they need to start only in January, especially since they usually have something to do with improving yourself. Instead of waiting until jan 1st, and resolving this year to be more healthy, nicer, etc and so forth, why not just, I dunno, try and fix the thing after you notice it. What if you notice it in say, August, and it is really something you want to work on. Why not do it starting September? Resolutions just seem so arbitrary, and create too much of a chance for failure. It just has always bugged me. I don't tend to make resolutions, but I suppose I can't help but have a feeling of what this new year might bring, and what I hope I accomplish. I don't really know where this is going...my head hurts.

Tomorrow, my mom and I are going to a spa for the day, and are going to get facials, massages, mud baths, pedicures, and I CANNOT wait. The name of the package we are both getting is called "The Ultimate Stress Relief Package". Sounds perfect to me!

Happy '09!!!