- today sort of doesn't exist. well it exists, but it only exists in quarters every year, and we kind of throw all those quarters once every four years and forget that they exist the other three years.

- basically, my point is that it would be really cool to do something memorable today. if you've been planning on doing something for a while, or you know there's something you will eventually do, or you jus think of something fun and wacky of the top of your head, do it!! that way, on february 29, 2008, you'll be able to say, "oh yeah, i did <> on february 29, 2004." and the person to whom you are speaking will be in quite a dilemma. "is that four years ago, or is it simply one year ago?" who knows. not me.

- it's fun to mess with other people's heads, though, so get on it!

- i wish the world was flat. it would be so much easier if there was a definite end. maybe there could be a wall. although i'm sure people would spray paint their names and thoughts and the dirtiest words they could think of all over it. i don't know why people do that, but it's fun to look at. it's interesting to see the thoughts that other people think are so important that they must be permanently attached to a wall or stall or bus. so if you were driving along and suddenly you came to a giant wall with wide assortments of graffiti painted on it, you would know very well that it was time to turn around. but there aren't walls. there isn't even an oddly shaped bush or a pole that is just a little too tall. there is no marker to tell us when we've gone too far, nothing to tell us when to turn around. and sometimes i go too far. i think i am too far in general... when someone gets to me, they're lost. they should never have gotten this far. and they all realize it, eventually. they all go back and leave me. i am what's past the bush and the pole. so how do i get back? how do i put up the wall? or maybe it's already up. maybe i just never move so i don't know it. maybe the wall is where it should be, and i'm just on the outside. someone wanna send me a map?

- you know how on every show ever made (and in a considerable number of movies, too), at some point your favourite character is in some sort of giant freak accident and they get rushed to the hospital and they have to administer those giant electric pad things to bring them miraculously back to life? yeah, i wish they had those for shoes.

- so i was walking home with madison from her bus stop and i jumped into a giant bank of snow to avoid getting hit by the bus. and then we walked across the busiest road in the city, which had no doubt just been salted. and then we walked through a park that had more dog crap per capita than any other park that ever existed. and it was raining. and snowy.

- to make a long story short, my shoes are ruined! gone! dead! i miss them.

-things that are fun:
driving too fast
looking at my fat hamster
swinging on swings
watching a friend step in a puddle
rolling down an icy hill

-things that are not fun:
jumping off a swing and hurting your feet
stepping in a bigger puddle
not being able to move coherently after having rolled down an icy hill

- so i just watched the end of the first period of the leafs - canadiens game (the leafs were winning 3-0, of course, and matt stajan (my husband) scored), and some random guy in the fron row was wearing a senators jersey. how does that make sense?

- so, sleeping in my sister's old room while my window stops leaking has made me realize that when it comes to going to bed, i am the oldest "little kid" there is. let's review:

- needs a light on to sleep... check
- needs a flashlight in case the other light doesn't reach all corners of the room... check
- also does some last minute reading with the flashlight under the cover tent so that parentals won't see the flashlight... check
- likes to be tucked in... check
- needs "special teddy"... check
- likes to have a glass of water before bed... <>

- well... i'm getting there. i am sure there are boogie men in the closet.

- so the word going around is that getting your full drivers' license is supposed to be liberating. well, i've had mine for two weeks [so you're obviously the expert], and i haven't felt it yet.

- no overwhelming feelings of pride, joy, maturity, freedom, or being grown up. a little excitedness, sure, but that was more at the fact that full license = complete music control. no more oldies for me... ....except i like oldies. shh.

- and of course, there have been a couple of those sudden moments of realization where i've thought "woah, i'm driving," or "woah, i could go to texas,**" or "woah, i could really put a spin on things and barrel down a one way street the wrong way," but nothing liberating.

- there have also been the horrible parking jobs with no one there to mock me, the glorious parking jobs with no one there to congratulate me, and then there was the time i almost drove into a pole, but no one saw me. but still... no emphasized feelings of freedom or joy.

- maybe i'm just weird.


** i don't actually want to go to texas... no offense to texans, i'm just pretty small as it is, so if "everything's bigger" there, i can't say that i think texas and i would get along too well.