Finally

So my sister finally had her baby! He's a little boy named Zane Joseph and he's of course adorable, with a head that's actually not cone-shaped! He's a special baby indeed. I held him for a whle, and he's a really quiet, content kid who only cried when the nurse was inspecting him, although he did on the midwife when she gave him a needle. He's got spunk. And seeing him with Drew was so cool, and oh...it's going to be so much fun when they're a little older. Exhausting, probably, but good.

Johnnie M

Hey! So last night was THE night, the night be bedazzled and wonderfied by the great John Mayer, himself. It was pretty fantastic, even if he didn't play "3x5" or "Dreaming with a Borken Heart" (yes, I know the titles are cheesy but deal with it, they're still amazing). I went with a friend of mine from French class and she was a good person to be excited with. The seats were great, and my good friend John looked damn cool up on stage, even if his hair was a little bad-fro-ish. I have to say though, he's one of those strange people, like Sarah Jessica Parker, who if you didn't look at them in quite the right way they could be very ugly or very attractive. And they get this reputation for one way or the other (well, here for the attractive side) and so everyone repeats it and generally, yeah, it's fair. But if you look closely, really closely, it's like What's up with that nose? or eyes? or in this case, hair?
Foretunately I am a truly non-superficial person who loves John soley for his music. (Really, why does Jessica Simpson get him?) He played "Why Georgia" which was so lovely, and did lots of cool guitar-ish playing around stuff, which is as accurate as I can describe it being guitar-illiterate. At least for the moment, anyway. I expected to see more people I knew there but not so much, though the friend I went with saw pretty much her entire old high school. C'mon people! why don't more of you love John Mayer?
The night ended with a Peaches n Cream smoothie and fun gossip, which is the way any good evening should end, when it has to end at all. Sigh. I just want him to come back soon, whenever that will be. And then it's me and you, Danica, and no running to Italy to escape it!

Freedom

Exams are over! A load off my back. Freedom is sweet.

Sir Wilfrid Laurier Shows Some Tongue

Last Sunday I went to Value Village and got a few skirts, two pairs of shoes and some earrings. I wore one of the pairs of shoes yesterday to work. They are little black heels, very cute, very slightly too small. But I figured, it's a Tuesday. I will try them out while it's not busy and make sure they won't make me trip and spill wine all over someone. It's been a while since I've worn heels though and I love that they click-click-click, but it also makes me very self-conscious. The first thing the girl I work with did when I walked out was look at my feet. She thought they looked good too, and then she chatted about how the afternoon had been. While I prepared a fresh pot of coffee and she went to collect her things, I heard her saying to the cook and my boss "...yeah, she's just trying them out tonight..."

I can't believe they were discussing my footwear about, oh, 55 seconds after I'd walked in. Someone spare me. The cook told me my feet would be sore later and I'm like, thanks for the warning, dude! Not.

It started out very slow but we finally got some people in around 8. My shoes stuck it out admirably, and I even did some of my usual rushed spinning and turning which I had restricted myself from up till then. However, it was heels on tile and after I was really getting into it my coworker said, "Well, you certainly look sober." After that I just spun to the music when there weren't any customers out front.

Side note: macademia nut and hazelnut together are fantastic.

I served two Italian guys, cause I'm lucky. I asked them if they liked their desserts and the first guy said they were great. The second laughed and said "I need a cigarette!" I wasn't sure what you say to that, but I think it meant something good. Very culturally appropriate. Later on this man paid me with a five dollar bill--except the old guy who's on the bill had his tongue sticking out! The man had made a tiny rip in the paper at the mouth and stuck a strip of red paper that said "Beatrice" from our creamers inside. I taped it to my tip jar and laughed at it all evening.

Joey Tribbiani meets Todor

. So I've been listening to this wonderful song by Todor which, if you didn't listen to the lyrics, would be skanky to the max. Definitely would go on the Trash Mix CD. But then you listen to what they're saying, and really it's all about "Mmm, calcium". Yeah milk! Racin' to the fridge, that yummy calcium, moooore milk. One, I love it and two, it reminds of Joey Tribbiani on Friends, when he can make "grandma's chicken soup" sound dirty. Maybe Todor is Joey's Bulgarian incarnation, except with an IQ higher than that of a squirrel's and significantly less huggable.

Angry = Online Application!

So today I felt vaguely angry and focusless, so what do I do? Apply for a job with the government! Man, scrolling through lists of career skills that don't pertain to me at all is very demoralizing. Does planning a Drama curriculum of 3-4 days count as Program Planning? Well, now it does. And there was nowhere for me to say I write and speak Portuguese! Why can't I know a more useful language? Of course there was a French section, but it was just "Do you speak or write it fluently?" Well, what is fluent anyway? I really wanted to say I could at least speak but...I couldn't. It does say somewhere that I take French in University, I guess that will have to do.
No idea when if ever this will do anything, or whether they will want someone for only two months. Oh well, it'll be interesting to see if anything comes up.

Prelude

So I finally created an online journal, partly out of peer pressure and partly out of procrastination--damn that Calculus studying. This could turn out cool, but I am a bit weary of blogs so this will be very experimental. I don't want to end up writing down too many things online and not in my proper, pen-and-ink journal. I also don't want my friends to READ all the coolest things that happen to me. I want to tell them in person, see their reaction and have real conversations instead of comments. Although those are nice, too. But being with someone is almost always better than talking to them on the phone, email, and definitely better than MSN or blogging.

At the same though, this could work out nicely for just random thoughts and maybe even spur a reconnection in people I hadn't seen in a while and who otherwise had no idea what was up with me. Although...I also feel like presenting yourself in a supposedly journal-type way, which implies honesty and private thoughts, on a blog where you are basically writing FOR others to read is a little hypocritical. Or just wrong. I'm not really the way I sound on a blog. I can't be. It only shows one facet of my personality in the one moment I wrote it in. Others aren't either. But it feels like that realization bypasses most people.

OK, so I'm a little cynical. But honestly, this could be fun. But I should finally get my eyeballs off the computer screen and go do something productive. Go journals!

On one other note: I really miss choir, and am looking forward to singing later on this evening!

A List

Goals for this Spring:

1. Figure out the job situation. Cafe full time? Second job possibly (shudder) at the Pancake House? Government job? Something althogether different?
2. Plot out my novel of the year, the one I really really want to write. Have yet to figure out what that is.
3. Reconnect with people. All people...especially those lame people that are leaving me for tree-planting! And just other people that I dread the thought of them drifting away.
4. Draw.
5. Practice guitar like I've been studying Calculus.
6. Re-read all the Harry Potter books.
7. Figure out what I want to do with my life.

Well, so I don't really need to do the last one and I'm not going to start angsting about how I don't know what I want to do with my life, but my parents have decided it's time to find me a career! And, you know, I want to know too so I should probably put some effort into that.