a broken record

I have never broken a bone in my body, even though there have been plenty of times where I should have. Like the time when Mike dared me to jump off the top step of our stair case, or the time I willfully jumped from the highest stack in the haymow to the floor (about 20 feet) just to prove that I was as cool as Mike and his friend Josh. There have been other opportunities for broken bones due to sacrificing my body for the sake of the game and just being plain clumsy.

Last night I 'broke' my record. As I type this my head is throbbing and my upper lip is cut and slightly swollen. Last night I am pretty sure I broke my nose... I say pretty sure because I am not sure what a broken nose is suppose to feel like and I don't feel like getting checked out. For one, I have a phobia of hospitals, two, I don't think you can really do anything for a broken nose anyways, and three if they can do anything it will be a cast and no thank-you on the cast for the nose.

The story for the broken nose is up there with spraining my foot by getting out of bed. I was on my way down the stairs and my dad was on the way up. We both did not feel the need to turn on the lights so the decent and accent was done in the dark. My dad climbs the stairs like he is a soldier on a mission, full speed, two at a time, and head down. I come down the stairs daydreaming about something and then WHAM. My dad head slams me in the face. I was stunned, then there was a lot of blood. I thought I was dying...

I did not die, but my nose did.

my dream house

I think every girl dreams up what kind of house she wants to one day live in. I am not an exception to this rule, however I think there have been times when I was a little off track...

Over the vastness of my life, I have had many bright ideas of what kind of house I was going to live in.

At the age of 9 I had a grand vision of one day living in a little log cabin in the back woods of my dad's farm, living off the produce of the forest.

At the age of 13 I was convinced that it was possible to live in a box. You could easily turn one of those huge refrigerator boxes into a suitable living environment. Of course it would be in need of a little insulation and a extension chord that would plug into my parents house.

In first year of Univeristy I came up with the idea of bringing a tent trailor on campus and parking it in Siberia. I haven't followed through on this one. I am a little intimidated by Redeemer's security.

Tonight, I realized that my ideas of the past haven't been that far off what we might be seeing in the near future. I was watching the National and Vancouver will be turning huge shipping crates into housing units for the upcoming Olympics. I think I might just have to check them out come Olympic time. I tried to find you all a picture, but it was with little avail. I think it was breaking news and it hasn't leaked out the the world wide web yet. I attempted to sketch you one on paint but it just turned out looking like a 2D box with windows... although that isn't too far off what they actually are.

I think tomorrow I am going to make an Igloo. Apparently they are very warm. I don't believe it for a second.

a pocket sock

Does anyone have a clean extra sock that has losts its pair? Because if you do, I am looking to borrow one. I am in need of one to carry in my back pocket for days like today when I can stuff it in my mouth to prevent myself from talking. I will spare you the details (ie. spare myself from documenting them so that I can forget that they happened). Days like today make me think that mute people got it good. They never have to experience that awful moment when what you just said finally registers in your brain making completely no sense at all. I admire people who have mastered the art of thinking before opening their mouth to share their thoughts with the world. That is a gift, so if you are one of those people, treasure it.

I think this why I enjoy writing so much, because you can erase what you have written very easily and no one will ever know the better. Also with writing you can choose whether or not you want others to read it. There have been many a blog that I have written and have wisely chosen not to push the big orange "Publish Post" button and my diary contains content that no one should ever read (I write with pen in my diary and you can't erase pen). On the other hand, there have been posts, stories, poetry, and essays that I have written and shared that have been simply brilliant. Yes, I am bragging, but I can do that because this is my blog and I can brag if I want to.

I will now leave you with a great quote,

Calvin: Sometimes when I'm talking, my words can't keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak.
Hobbes: Probably so we can think twice.

Oh Calvin and Hobbes how I relate to thee, except that I have been diagnosed with the completely opposite problem...

it's the end of the world as we know it

So I have decided that I should never drink coffee within the 5 hour braket before I want to sleep. Presently, I am completely wired due to a Timmy's Cafe Mocha that I drank at 10pm... shoot.

Today I almost died. I know what you are thinking right now, "This is just one of Katrina's over exagerated tales" but I assure you that it is not. At about 5:30pm I got into my car to begin my drive up the escarpment. Usually I don't mind driving; I put in a sweet CD, crank it, sing along (occasionally dance), and cruise. Not today, as I got into my car, I noticed that I was being pelted by ice bullets and then quickly covered by huge snowflakes. Ice + snow + driving = near death. I don't think I have to go into detail about the drive, I am sure you have all had some kind of a similar experience.

I know that the weather is not a very interesting topic to talk/write about, usually only used to fill a moment of awkward silence. But what if I told you that the weather might be predicting the end of times? I saw and heard something today that I have never seen before, lightning and thunder during a snow storm. It was increadible; the snow muffled the thunder noise while the the lightning reflected of it. Robyn and I came to the conclusion that it was a sign that the world was ending. After this conclusion was made I Googled it and I came up with a letter from Ralph who assured us that "that thunder snow as some call it does happen. It is certainly uncomon, but not rare." Ralph seemed like a credible source, as he is a Newton Scientist.

Maybe our conclusion about the end times was a little rash, but it is understandable. This topic has been on the brain, because next Tuesday Jordan and I are doing a presentation on the topic Consummation in the 'Return of the King." I am pretty pumped about this topic. I can't wait to get started on it. I read the end of the LOTR while I was getting my hair done at the hairdressers and it was a little awkard because I got emotional... but I could not help it, Sam just does that to me. Okay.... I am going to stop now before I sound like a complete nerd.

To balance off that last topic I am going to talk about music. This week I discoverd a band called "As Tall As Lions" and I think that they are fantastic. I am torn whether to tell people about them, because I like it that they are not well known, but then again music is all about sharing. Oh, and also you should check out Great Aunt Ida. I babysit for the Bowens and Ben Bowen introduced me to her because he plays in her gigs. I really like her sound, it's the kind of music that you would sit in a comfy chair sipping tea to on a rainy day.

Speaking of sipping tea, today I was culturized. Tonight Robyn prepared a wonderful meal and right before I was about to pick up a fork to eat I looked over and Robyn was eating with her hands! She told me that it was the Ugandian way. I have to admit, at first I was a little apalled, but then embraced it and followed suit. If you have never had the sensation of eating rice and stirfry with your hands I highly recommend it. It brings a whole new meaning to 'finger licking' good.

That said, I am glad it's not the end because I feel like I am just beginning.