Surprisingly still alive

Life has been crazy! Beyond pure laziness in regards to the blogging world, I've been busy busy busy. I'm even busy right now in fact, because I'm supposed to be putting pants on and getting ready to go camping but... my pants are all the way upstairs and ... right now, that's just too far. Luckily I am wearing a skirt. People can totally go camping in skirts, or so I've heard. I don't have a lot of camping experience. Mostly I'm excited about bringing the portable dvd player out into the wild so I can watch the Goonies in a totally different location.

The house is full of kittens and jamhanded children presently and I have only recently fully understood the lure of French Vanilla yogurt with honey, granola and currants with a dash of cinnamon. All of you need to rush to your local grocery store and score some of this right now because it's awesome and I may never eat anything else again. LIKEWISE, if any of you are living in big city centers, you should do what I did when I visited Chilliwack last week and... go to Superstore to clap your hands and stare longingly at all the different brands of yogurt. "I've never even heard of that brand before!" you could say, while your boyfriend gazes at you because you're an adorable little tard.

Poking people with sharp implements is going really well and I'm still not sick of getting into the lab every morning and donning my lab coat. Wearing a lab coat will increase anyone's coolness quotient like, ten fold. I'm positive. Somewhere out there, there is a graph that proves this.

The Island is quickly becoming overrun with mosquitoes and at night I can hear a whole chorus of frogs, underneath the moon and stars, singing away in the long green grass. The other day I went swimming in the ocean with my pants on and it still wasn't as cold as midnight swimming in Lake Superior in the middle of July. I barely had any signs of hypothermia! It was almost a letdown except for the fact that I SWAM. IN THE OCEAN. AND WASN'T EATEN BY MAN HUNGRY SHARKS. Because honestly, this has been a concern.

We go to the beach as often as possible, piling into Pearl with hot dogs and jube jubes and water-damaged books for reading. The music comes on and suddenly we are all belting out songs and dancing Ping Island Rescue style through roads covered in rainforest trees, edged with still pools of dark water.

And Chilliwack! Last week! To hang out with Jamie, who is awesome and totally ninja-ing his way into my heart. From driving adventures in his van, to Spiderman 3 featuring the most emo Spiderman ever (Tobey Maguire, taking a break from dying his hair with a black Sharpie marker to cut a rug on film as only emos can.) to BOSTON PIZZA! and getting totally overwhelmed at Superstore because there are more people in there than on the entirety of the QCI maybe.

I even took him to his very first church event, which was my dad's surprise 10 year ordination anniversary, which was attended by many people, including the Dark Lord of the Sith. We were all pretty honoured that Palpatine took time out of his busy schedule and stuff. At this event, because I love my mom, I even sang publically with her to the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas. Although, really, who am I kidding, I am my father's daughter and you don't have to ask me twice to sing in public. Most of the time I am already up there, wresting the microphone out of someone's hand and showing them all my awesome hand actions to The Divinyl's "I Touch Myself".

Just wait until your wedding, Sarah Etter. I'm going to bring out the big guns.

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