Stop counting on that camera that hangs 'round your neck cuz it won't ever remember what you choose to forget....

Just got home from work. I'm having trouble reading other people's blogs, including my own. Maybe the server's down or something. *Hillary tries to sound like she knows what she's talking about* Well my three days off were fucking rad. Yesterday I went kayaking with Jason, Dave, Brad, Nolan, and... I think her name was Cindy. We went to Lantzville and kayaked around these islands to a little cove. It was awesome. I have never felt so comfortable in a seemingly-uncomfortable situation. When you're in the boat, you feel like you're right IN the water. It was so peaceful. We saw a huge eagle. When we got into the cove, I walked around in bare feet (fucking 6 dollar broken sandals), and sat on the rocks to look at the coast. Then I climbed a tree. What is it with me and trees? After we got back in the water, we paddled around for another hour or so, then came in. I was soaking wet and covered in salt, but I wanted to do it again. We went to the Crow and Gate for food afterwards. It sucks. Don't go there. Then we all went home. I showered and spent the rest of the day with Jason. When I got home, I wasn't quite tired, so I painted with watercolours for about an hour. Then the drowsy allergy meds kicked in that I had taken earlier. I couldn't even hold my head up. I was still dead tired when I got up for work 5 hours later. Tonight I might go see Jackie's play, I Have A Name. Should be good. Later.




"These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun."
-RHCP