Times change...

... It's nice when they do... Mostly.

For the past couple of months I have had the same sad song and finally, in the name of mental health, the song is changing it's tune. My repeated sob story is turning a leaf in a more positive, healthy and self-gratifying direction. I can't say that I am disappointed to inform you of my recent resignation at my fulfilling yet insanity inducing employment of the past seven months. In two weeks from yesterday I will be going West young man; heading right and down the street to serve the business folk their lunches by day and seat the yuppy's by night. To use the term that my newly aquired employee handbook references - a Kegger I will be. By weekend, I suppose, I'll be steaming milk and serving imperial cookies at my preferred hangout location: The Forks. From an 8 to 4:30er turned shift worker my life will become that which it is intended to be at the fresh new age of 21. No more bitter, raging cougars squealing stories of drunkeness and ma... I'll spare us both the details. Life will be grand, I'm hoping, and my attitude will improve drastically with each day I do not have to be at work at eight am and with each night I can stay up past ten thirty pm. Free spirit will be my name, much like that of my bicycle... or the same, and flying by the seat of my pants will be my game. That is the intent of this beloved career change made just in time for the wonderful summer months in Winnipeg to be enjoyed. Are you detecting enthusiasm? Your perception is correct my friend and I will continue to smile on until the creases in my face are near permanent.

In other notes of enthusiasm, Prince Caspian was just wonderful. I have to say that I much preferred the first of the two, however, the second was still a delight to my newishly framed eyes. My biggest quam was at the very end of the show: the lack of attention paid to Aslan and the very cute but seemingly out of place Regina Spektor tune being played to the romance in action between the new King of Narnia and the babe Queen Susan. I have high motivation to re-read my favorite childhood series as, while I was watching the movie, I could barely remember what was supposed to happen next. Shame. Ah well, heads high and onto bigger and better things, or those that were great to be repeated. Whatever the case may be, I'm in good spirits, and the spirits shall be good this weekend - not for me, but for some.

Here, here. BAM.

Je suis certaine que vous me comblez mais...

It has become ridiculously obvious to me that my life needs a shake. Not just one of a standard flavour; something exciting. I've been coasting for too long and I suppose the transient within me is itching to move on. It seems to be my typical and repeated story as of late, though it will continue to repeat until something is done in this apparently boring life of mine. Prevailing boredom aside, there are many positive things that occur daily which go un-mentioned. Consider them mentioned;

1. French class last night was fun, grammar-centered and small. I am glad my name on the list of attendance did not miss the check.

2. My most bestest friend is home and saw Aretha Franklin live which makes me like her even more. Whoa... but really.

3. I am in line to have my 2nd pedicure of life on Friday. So stoked for a foot massage.

4. In t minus one week I will be legally allowed to cross the border and order without shame a delicious bellini.

5. I am hopeful to have fun at a cool new job on Thursday?

6. My boyfriend is nice and shaved his face.

Blah blah blah... My yes is yes and my no is no... That's good enough right Jesus? Believe me when I say life is delightful. That's it, that's all.

Spring has sprung

The joys of waking up to a bedroom full of sunlight are abundant. Alas, my makeshift bedroom curtains allow these joys to bloom at the ungodly hour of six o'clock; it is no surprise considering they consist of one oversized flat blue sheet already thinned and faded due to the golden rays that summer 2007 beheld. I'll take it though, it seems to me that hitting the hay after 10pm is becoming easier and rising in the morning is not quite as difficult now that the blazing has begun. Though it is becoming easier Monday to Thursday, Friday is now upon us, the lack of hours devoted to serious slumber are taking their toll on my un-showered, un-makeuped self. Oh well, the deficiency that was time spent on sleep but were dedicated to wandering the love-filled streets, bbq's, and live music were of far more merit than time spent in my shoebox of a bedroom. I'll admit, given the chance, my drooping eyes might scream a different story. At any rate, life is grand and ambition for the summer is driving my mood from substandard to superb - I'm coping well with the change.