Flash back to my childhood.

Did any of you take swimming lessons at the Charlottetown YMCA? I went to the Y for tumbling turtles, and later gym and swim. One of the exercises was intended to teach us how to dive. The problem: it involved jumping off a plywood box at the end of the pool. Those of you who know me well, know I have a fear of jumping off of anything, big or small. There were no diving boards at the Y pool, but when it was time for the deep end, out came the plywood box. The plywood box was designed to balance on the edge of the pool; it had steps on the deck side and an overhang on the pool side. The other girls never seemed to have an issue with the box, but as it became closer to my turn I would get more and more nervous. I can still remember standing up on that plywood box, only two feet off the water, feeling it teeter on the edge underneath me. This is my earliest memory of my fear of jumping; it's a long time since I've been reminded of it.

Last night was the Mechanical Engineering Banquet. It was a great night and everyone had an awesome time. The pictures speak for themselves.

Please pass this on to anyone who might be interested:

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I went to Evan's tonight to work on an assignment, because whether or not it gets done faster doesn't matter, I always seem to learn more when we work together and actually get to enjoy social interaction. It took us a couple of hours to get absolutely no where on the assignment and for me to reach breaking point. I cried, Mel laughed, I was greatful that she did. We finally got two problems done, then watched The OC. I'm going to sleep now and we still have four questions to do tomorrow.

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Tried to go to sleep; heart started racing; calmed down, got up, and have been working since.

Overwhelmed by the people around me. Overwhelmed by simple events. Overwhelmed by my own frustrations.

I sat down, watched a movie, now I'm going to get a snack and do some work.

Some people just want to be left alone, others just need a little company.

Foiled again. Apparently if you want to be seen at a clinic in Fredericton you have to arrive before it even opens. At seven o'clock tonight, registration had already long been closed for a clinic that is open until ten.

Some days I feel like the scum on the bottom of the pool. People hardly ever bother to do anything about the scum on the bottom of the pool; the floating scum has the potential to get on swimmers but the settled scum just sits there. No one cares what the horrible potential to do harm of the scum on the bottom may be.

When I have the urge to go crawl under a rock, it's generally not because I don't want anyone to bother me, but generally because I'm sick of being a fly on the wall.

Does anything we do really matter? I'm sure it does, I'm just not seeing it at the moment. Please excuse the bitterness.

Today was a day of randomness. A few examples: Mom called, from the Caribbean, this morning; I arrived at the grocery store five minutes before it opened; my chair broke for no apparent reason. The chair had me a little ticked off; it was my rolling desk chair. I pushed it back with no more force than usual and in doing so felt the chair drop, so I jumped up, stumbled and fell. Turns out one of the casters on my chair had cracked in half. I pulled all the hair and random crud out of the wheels, cleaned it off, and super glued it back together. Just over three hours later I'm sitting on it again. I think I should have let it set longer, but I suppose we'll find out soon enough. The good news is, none of my gluing seized any of the moving parts.

I return to Fredericton only to be reminded of why I hate this place. I went to go to the school clinic right after lunch and it was closed; every other day this week it was open only in the afternoon, but today it was open only in the morning. I have added to my list of symptoms: a lump on my neck that appears to be beating. I could go to the hospital, but am discouraged by the expected eight hour wait.

Last night I killed what I do believe may be the largest "wild" insect I have ever seen. It was crawling up my bedroom wall. So incredibly disgusting it's not even funny. Of course I didn't manage to pull it off without squeals from both Erin and I. Now I think I need to go to the clinic, but I've been procrastinating. My throat is completely raw and swollen. Lex = not impressed.

Okay, so being home isn't so bad. A little shopping (okay, a lot of shopping) with the girls made me feel all better. Then Daddy made delicious pizza for all of my favorite girls. Now I need to get out of the house again, but not because I'm going crazy, just because I can't breathe. Time for some fresh air.

I knew I didn't want to come home. I've been home for an hour and I already want to leave.

...maybe even angry.

Slightly frustrated...just slightly.

This is kind of exciting:

Starting June 17, 2006, we’ll have the only daily non-stop service of any carrier between Fort McMurray and Toronto! - Air Canada

Okay, so not super exciting, but for me it's a little exciting - two flights instead of three.

Note to self: sleeping until supper results in staying up all night.