So my 20th birthday is in 20 minutes. Hurray. I can finally leave the 'teenager' stage! And for the only time (for the next 10 years) I will have caught up with my siblings. This year, we will all be in our 20's! It will last until next May when my brother turns 30 and I have to wait again.
I love my friends. The girls at work serenaded me and presented me with a really cute flower-decorated birthday hat. Amanda is taking me out tomorrow for breakfast and kayaking...and Laura is (hopefully) going out for Martinis with me tomorrow night!! And I just chatted with my Renee for a couple hours. It's amazing. We can laugh, cry, argue, joke, make sexual innuendos, and all-in-all strengthen our friendship every time we talk. It all occurs in one conversation! There is no one like her. Except maybe me. I'm a lot like her.
I am in love with Idina Menzel's music. She played Maureen in Rent, who just so happened to be my favourite character in the movie. She has two albums out that no one really knows about. I did some research, found her songs, and now I am in love. I got Renee listening to her as well. I'm trying to find her CDs somewhere because I want to support the artist rather than download her stuff for free. I recommend the songs "Here" (a more pop-ier song) or "If I Told You" (a slow but really pretty song) Download it. Learn to love it. And the major bonus: I can sing along!! It's hard to find songs that are high enough for me to really sing with.
I really need to get up the courage to take some singing lessons or something. Most people have heard me sing....but no one has ever heard me really SING. Singing is my air supply, my cigarette, my addiction. I need it. I dread going back to rez where I can't SING whenever I feel like it. Damn those thin walls.
Well...Happy Birthday to me in 10 minutes...
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Tennis Match
Sadly, I have discovered that I will never make it to Wimbleton.
My sister and I went out to play tennis the other day. Now my sister just happens to be this ridiculously athletic person. (Her favourite way to pass time is to bike down ski mountains) So I figured this tennis expedition would be yet another display of my lack of athletic skills, and prove, once again, that my sister can beat me in any sport.
However, I am pleased to report that she was just as terrible at tennis as I was. For once, it was actually fun to be bad at a sport. We quickly changed the goal of tennis. Instead of trying to keep points the proper way, we decided that whoever hit the ball outside of the tennis court the most (over a high fence) would lose. I am happy to say that I won.
We were discussing how we could never make it to Wimbleton and how the Williams' sisters (my sister thought they were the Venus sisters) would never speak to us if they saw how badly we played. But then I suggested that we could make it to Wimbleton by being the underdog team that no one saw coming. But my sister determined that it wouldn't work because as soon as a professional player hit the ball at us, we would hit the ground, curl into the fetal position, use our rackets as a shield and cry, "Don't hurt me!"
Oh well. I suppose I will cross tennis pro off my list of life ambitions.
My sister and I went out to play tennis the other day. Now my sister just happens to be this ridiculously athletic person. (Her favourite way to pass time is to bike down ski mountains) So I figured this tennis expedition would be yet another display of my lack of athletic skills, and prove, once again, that my sister can beat me in any sport.
However, I am pleased to report that she was just as terrible at tennis as I was. For once, it was actually fun to be bad at a sport. We quickly changed the goal of tennis. Instead of trying to keep points the proper way, we decided that whoever hit the ball outside of the tennis court the most (over a high fence) would lose. I am happy to say that I won.
We were discussing how we could never make it to Wimbleton and how the Williams' sisters (my sister thought they were the Venus sisters) would never speak to us if they saw how badly we played. But then I suggested that we could make it to Wimbleton by being the underdog team that no one saw coming. But my sister determined that it wouldn't work because as soon as a professional player hit the ball at us, we would hit the ground, curl into the fetal position, use our rackets as a shield and cry, "Don't hurt me!"
Oh well. I suppose I will cross tennis pro off my list of life ambitions.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Hurray for Internet!
So on Friday, the moving van down the street knocked down our cable! Which means no television and no Internet...and the jerks said they couldn't come to fix it until Tuesday! But apparently it also took down the neighbour's phone line, and since that's more important, (Although how anything could be more important than my Internet access is beyond me) they came and fixed both lines today! I'm so happy!
Happy Canada Day! I suppose I sould be patriotic and go to Riverside Park to see the fireworks...but I could either go with my parents, or by myself. Neither option seems appealing, so I think, instead, I will stay home and watch The Family Stone. Sarah Jessica Parker, Diane Keaton, Rachel McAdams and Luke Wilson all rolled up into one compact movie! Got to love it!
Happy Canada Day! I suppose I sould be patriotic and go to Riverside Park to see the fireworks...but I could either go with my parents, or by myself. Neither option seems appealing, so I think, instead, I will stay home and watch The Family Stone. Sarah Jessica Parker, Diane Keaton, Rachel McAdams and Luke Wilson all rolled up into one compact movie! Got to love it!
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