Lucky lady.

He likes to cook for me apparently. Two home-made meals in one week? I feel so lucky, but that makes it feel corny. I'm not used to corny and it makes me blush. But I will take the free meals :) especially if he is the one cooking for me.

I need to work on getting more sleep and spending less time with technology. I went on two really nice walks this long weekend and I want to get out more, feel the crisp air. Having good walking companions help as well though!

Busy busy weekend coming up, so many birthdaaaaays! And when people back out last minute and leave the planning and getting the hotel to me, that doesn't make me very happy. Well Heather is here to help me, that was all directed at a certain someone who I never really liked from the start anyways, so whatever. He'll get over it. I'm sure he already has.

P.S- the corny, mushy, gushy just makes me blush even more.

Only sometimes.

Sometimes October isn't the best month. Do you know how much I miss you?

Scars.

Whatever yours are, wherever yours are, and however you got them, one thing's for sure: your bumps and scratches are part of your life and part of your story. They're part of your lows and part of your glories. Yes, they're memories of the bad decisions and reminders of the good ones. And they all come together in a nicely wrapped package that we like to call.. you.



See, we're all a bit bent, we're all a bit busted, we're all a bit broken, we're all a bit rusted. Underneath all the crinkly jeans and wrinkly shirts are beautifully personal collections of hairy legs, scratchy scars and spotty skin.



So take a second to stop today and love all of your scabs and patches. Just kiss those scars and rub those bumps and smile at all of your scratches.




I'd really like to say I wrote that but it came from 1000awesomethings.com

Sunrise, Sunset.

Sometimes I forget how pretty the city I live in is.
I watched the sunset from Champlain Point the other night and it was just fantastic. I think this is going to be a good fall.

My Dad will be out of the hospital on Friday. I went to see him today and he was stoned out of his mind. He was telling me he could give me advice on anything and everything I've ever dreamed of. He also gave me the middle finger more than once when I told him he wasn't allowed to take out his IV.

School is pretty great. I'm making friends and they are pretty awesome. Every test I've had so far has been pretty simple and my lowest mark so far is a 84. Not to shabby, eh?

I want it to be the weekend so I can stuff my face full of ham, peas, potatoes, and pie. Caaaaaaaaan't wait :)