I have the best friends ever.


I barge in on Evan and Mel`s home and lives for two weeks, and what do they do? That`s right, they buy me flowers.

I hope I get the chance to return the favour; I`m going to miss them!

No, I`m not coming home yet, but they went away on vacation today, so it`s just Brodie and I for the next couple of days.

I don`t like green eggs and ham;
I don`t like them Sam I am.

In other news, I went on a music shopping spree Friday night. As I walked out of Cox Electronics after being told that my contract with Aliant was finished and I did not owe them any money, I spotted some choice albums at HMV, they were on sale...

I bought James Blunt: Back to Bedlam, Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals: Live From Mars, Jeff Buckley: Grace, Natasha Bedingfield: Unwritten, and The Very Best of Cat Stevens. I have yet to listen to them all, but already knew I would love them all. This is odd for me who never buys albums, but I felt the urge.

I am alive; I am in Fredericton; Europe was amazing, and I will post stories and pictures as soon as I am able. Do not worry, as my usual overly fussy self, I have documented everything. I may continue to be post-less for awhile until I get settled. My start date has been changed to June 19th. I will be flying out west June 15th, but living in temporary accomodations for a couple of months. That sounds far away, but time seems to be flying by rather quickly at the moment. Much to do, little time to do it in!

My life is random and insane. I have had the most ridiculous few weeks ever, but I think things will turn out. Tonight I fly to Paris. I am escaping reality for three weeks. When I get back I will be heading back to Fredericton for a bit to finish my senior project. This semester ended on a very rocky note, but after getting some marks back today I feel a little less frightened. Let's hope my alphabet goes no farther than ABC. It's all resting on Heat Transfer and my senior project. Say a little prayer for me. I need all the help I can get. See you in a month!

"The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective." -Henry David Thoreau

One step closer.

-Thanks for the pictures Sam ;)