All through my wild days, my mad something something.

I get the strangest songs stuck in my head at work. I spent two hours on Thursday inwardly rocking out to the Entertainment Tonight theme song, followed by a whopping four hours with the first couple lines of "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" serving as a soundtrack to tulip deadheading.

What's been up lately? Quite a bit. This week has been a banner week for emotional outbursts, crying fits and tractor accidents. On Monday, me and Peter Petrelli (not his real name. I was not involved in a tractor debaucle with the guy from Heroes, but .... nicknames are important. Like how Brad refers to me as "Soverguns", or "Double S", and other work people as "Brano", "Bruski Bonaduski" and etcetera. Some even have their own theme songs. Anyways.) Peter and I had a tractor accident, and I was thrown off the back of the trailer. I had this split second action movie moment where I was like, "Oh, crap." before the trailer flipped over and landed on me, one of the heavy wooden planks on the side hitting me on the back of the head.

Peter was okay, and I was just dazed and bruised. My immediate thought upon standing up was, "Oh my. We need to clean up this mess." as the leavings of fifty pulled up tulips littered the ground amongst pitchforks, potato forks and various shovels. I was fine, if a little shocked, until we found my boss. When he asked me if I was okay, I started crying like a big, concussed retard. There is something about having other people ask you if you're alright that immediately makes some people want to break down crying.

Tuesday I presented my portfolio for the Visual Arts program. A couple of days before presenting I started panicking about my extreme lack of non-photographic media, so I painted a box (pictures coming eventually) I found at Value Village, and collaged the inside (I used zero podgy. I am shocking.) I added a little "Box of Good Fortune" label, and have now filled it with: my favourite agate, a little glass bottle that will eventually be full of something awesome, and my Nan's passport photo. Things look hopeful thus far as they said my portfolio was strong, so I've got my fingers crossed for good news.

Friday at work I got sick after first break. Things were just dandy until I ate a double chocolate donut, which was my first thing to eat all day, and after that things just went downhill. I was a mess and ended up heading home an hour and a half early.

This weekend appears pretty quiet, which is okay. Sometimes I really miss my cool Island weather, when the temperature hits 30 degrees and there's not a shady spot to be found, though. And now, I'm off... I have a date with my camera and a hidden away mountainside cemetery.

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