Four

I'm beginning to find that my introductory "Wearing: Eating: Listening to:" is getting stale. I mean, I don't even read it. So. Allow me to introduce you to my sweeter, simpler, intro:

Mood: subdued
Music: "Anything but Down" by Sheryl Crow

[You are a raging sea
I pull myself out everyday
I plea insanity
Cause I can't leave but I can't stay
You say, won't you come find me and yes is what I say
You don't bring me anything but down
You don't bring me anything but down
Everything is crashing to the ground]

Haha. Long live the soap opera.

Anywhoodle! There has been a lack of activity on the blogging front as of late, mainly because of my estranged relationship with technology, but also partially out of raw laziness.
I ventured to Durham for four days and four nights and somewhere along the way I decided it would be fun to have the posse come and camp for a couple of days. In tents. Outside. With camp fires and marshmallows and the whole nine yards. It would be a jolly good time, but I'll wait and see how that turns out. ...So far good reviews!

While we're on the topic of jolly good times, I shall regale you with the stories of adventures had today, starring myself, Mikey, Spunki and the mother of Spunky who demands a cool nickname and shall be referred to not as the mother of Spunki, but as E-Unit. (The 'E' is for 'Echo' - she comes off as quite the Toyota Echo enthusiast.) Today we ventured over to Rockwood (by way of Echo) for a frolic at the beach. The frolic its self was quite satisfying, despite the water being cold and the sun conveniently deciding to come out when we left. Mikey however, did not feel the cold like we (Betty, Veronica and myself) did, and wouldn't let me out until my hands were a pale hue of off-white and I lost vast amounts of feeling in my feet. I recovered as I watched Mikey chase around a bathing suit-clad Spunki - it was quite the amusing spectacle, and I wasn't the only one who thought so. Apparently a couple of middle-aged burnouts sitting at a nearby picnic table thought so too... uggh.
We then went on a riveting hike past a monument displaying the names of some beloved deceased whom a relative of Mikey's happened to be amongst. The name 'Keating' (bestowed upon The Mother's side of the family) was present, and apparently there are relatives of E-Unit's bestowed with the same name - how peculiar! Imagine... me and Spunki could be relatives. Haha. Sweet.
Our hike lead us over mountainous walls of rock which we fearlessly scaled with our bare hands (and some of us in our 'climbing skirts' :-P ) to go where no man or woman has ever gone before! But we were back in town for Spunki's soccer game so her team could squash the red team like a bunch of tomatoes! Ohhhh! And then we went to get ice cream and lo and behold - STEPHANIE WORKS AT THE CONE SHOPPE!!!! You know... Stephanie, my best friend from grade three who I, uh, talk about all the time... She's still as nice as ever and not to be a dyke or anything but she's really pretty. I can't believe we recognized eachother!! Hehe! Aww, Stephie... I have to go back there sometime.

Oh look, it's 2:00. I think for health reasons I'll call it a night and hit the hay.

Ta Da