Ok, so it took me long enough, I know, but I finally put up some pictures from the summer. About half of the ones I wanted to put up wouldn't go up though. I'll try again later. For now, all of my computer patience is used up. .... I was doing some reading for my geography of natural hazards class today and camp across some facinating information about the world's population and alot about it's growth rate. I won't tell you all about it in here, but I did want to share this: "From a simplistic approach, using mathematics only (and ignoring biological and environmental realities), you can calculate that if 6 billion people stood shoulder to shoulder with each person having his or her own 3 foot-by 1 foot space, the entire world population would fit inside a square fence less than 42 km on a side." I find this absoloutely facinting for many reasons that I won't get into. This is not a place to display my geographic geekiness that I have just recently accepted. But do ask if you want to know more about the world's population. I can tell you lots :) That is all for now, have a great semester everyone. (oh! I almost forgot...If i "borrowed" one or more of your camp pictures and put it on here...thanks!)

the title has nothing to do with what I'm writing about. I just heard a song that had that phrase in it and I liked it.-- I guess it's all the stuff surrounding camp this year, stuff that is both from other people and also stuff that's in my head, that has made me less excited/inspired about camp this year. I won't bore you all with the details here. It seems like fate that I am here, the night before I leave for camp, trying to finish my second essay of the day for one of my classes (why didn't I get started on it earlier, why?) and I am to write about co-operative learning and why it is so beneficial. I also need to create a co-operative learning activity. i have just now, been reminded why camp can be such a good place, why it can be so beneficial, can be so rewarding, can be so magical. Can be. Can. Be. It's up to us to make it that way.----Thanks fate, for reminding me what can be done. ===Something completely different...in case you didn't know, Cirque du Soleil is in town. If you haven't gone...you should. I know it's pricey, but it's so worth it. What they do is amazing. incredible. They create their own world that you step into, and are imersed in. It is such a complete organism (for a lack of a better word) it never ceases to amaze me. Want to hear more about how wonderful it is? Just ask :) Or just go see it.

And now for something completely different. I think I'm going to take a break from writing in here (again). I know I've said that alot. Just right now I've taken to writing in my real physical journal again. I guess that my thoughts and emotions lately have been ones that i do not want to write in here. It feels right to write them in my journal again. I guess when I have shit that I would like to air publicly, I will do that here...--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This is a call (plea? notice? question?) to anyone who knows me and lives in the Vancouver area and would like to spend more time outside. Please call me. I want to spend more time outside and active. This weekend at staff training I decided I like to throw frisbees. I dont' want to play ultimate. I'm not that good and not very competitive. And yes, there are some people who I will call because I know they will play with me, but I won't call you if I don't know you want to go play in the sun, so do call please. Ta ta for now.-------P.S. New music list!

when people complain, they might say \"the world sucks."\ when in fact, humans are sucking everything out of the world.--I have no idea who to attribute that to.

It's funny....All through my childhood, I was the one going to competitions, training, doing all that fun stuff, but now, roles have completely reversed. I'm coaching, and don't really have competitive kids yet. My parents on the other hand....are now competitive buggers. My mom started running a few years ago in an attempt to keep her diabetes under control. She's been doing the sun run since then and has been improving her time. This year, we knew she has a chance of being in the top 10 of her age category. So, she trained, we cheered her on, it was a complete reversal for a while. she ran fabulously yesterday and was 13th in her age group with a time of 56 something (she was even seeded yellow, if you know how the sun run start works). My mother is in better shape that I am....One of my sisters ran it in 80 minutes while the other sister and I walked it, but pushed all 4 kids the whole way (and yes, I held her back....but I have to defend myself...It was the flu).... While I was playing crib with my Papa and Dad one night, Papa said he had no one to enter into the senior's games with this year (he's been going for many years and has won medals for crib) so my dad said he would go. For a while, they were going to try and quaify, but at the last minute something happened (it's a long, boring story that I didn't really listen to this morning) and they aren't going this year. They're going to try next year though. ... So, my whole family is out accomplishing althletic-type things (crib is not athletic, i know) while I'm going to school and working, not even having time to stay in the same shape as I was in before. I guess I had my chance to compete..? We'll see about that ;) ''''''''''''' Today, in celebration of feeling better and it being a gorgeous day here, I went on a little adventure. I went and read my book by the water and then head to gastown in an attempt to find an antique store I had once found with Adina, and there was chest with close to 100 drawers (i think) in the basement of this store. I FOUND IT! this store (sorry I don't know the name) is such a fun place to wander around in. there's every kind of random object you could wish for. I laughed out loud, sometimes too loud, at too many things in that store, especially the CATapult, which comes with "flying cats" to launch. Anyways, in my adventures, I ended up on the sea-bus (north van wasn't too exciting) and I became acutely aware of my distrust of large-metal-man-made-objects-that-carry-many-people, for example, air planes, boats, and sea-buses (but boats not to the same extent of planes, and sea buses not nearly to the same extent as other boats). I am very comfortable in water, or on land, or even in the air (not as high as an airplane, but tumbling/trampolining is still in the air). But put me in a large man made object that's flying or going across the water and I want to get out of there, fast! I will ponder this more, and attempt to figure out what has made me so anxious about planes and boats.

While searching for "The Grotesque" in The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Litterary Terms, I foud this: FLYTING:A slanging match in verse, usually between two poets who insult each other in profanely abusive verses.--I hope that some day I can witness a Flyt. -- Now for something completely different, today at the rink a 5 year old told me that the easter bunny wasn't real. He said it infront of the whole group and I shut him down by saying I'd seen him so he has to be real :s...then another little one piped up and said she had seen the easter bunny AND santa clause AND the tooth fairy...another one said her mom had seen the easter bunny too. I quicky blurted out that they're all real and we moved onto backwards skating. Nice save! Since when do 5 year olds know these things aren't real? Some kids grow up too fast. I hope I never grow up. ever!

Fuck you to people who push to get on the bus. Fuck you to people who stand right at skytrain doors when they open. A special fuck you to people who push you onto the bus while complainging about other pushers. I am a disgruntled bus rider. I think of myself as a prety cheerful/happy person, except when it comes to public transit. Especially public transit today. I was waiting at the bus stop at Main and Terminal for the #3 Main bus. For those of you who are not fellow bus riders/do not live in beautiful Vancouver, I think that this bus stop is the worst one in the city. There are 3 different busses that pick up at this stop, so there is no point in making a civilised line because you don't know who is getting on what bus. This results in a mass of bodies at this stop. Today, I was waiting at the stop, when I saw two busses comming. The second was mine, so I started moving towards the left, where the second bus would stop. I was (as usual) in a world of my own, thinking of something, I can't quite remember what, but not really paying attention to the people around me. All of a sudden I realize there is a mass of people around me, pushing and shoving to get on the #3, which has stopped with it's doors right infront of where I was standing. I'm thinking: "way to go superstar, maybe you should learn to pay attention to what's going on around you". Next thing I know, there is a character behind me pushing my backback (which i hadn't taken off yet because I was too stunned by all the comotion) forcefully, while complaining loudly about people who push on the bus. I try to shrink back, and just let people go infront of me, but I soon realize that I am just blocking other people who are in a hurry to get on the bus. So, i go along with all the pushers, getting jostled around, and finally, I just butt(is that how you spell it??) infront of someone (I don't know who) and make my way up the bus stairs. The character that was pushing me before we got on the bus ends up boarding at the same time as me (the moral of the story is pushing does not get you a head), and proceds to push me out of the way to get a seat, which he didn't end up getting. Then, once I settled in standing at the very back, I realize I'm standing right infront of a creepy male, who has a beer in each hand. The whole bus ride, I can see, out of the corner of my eye, this creepy male staring at my boobs. Great, I feel wonderful! (the general staring-at-boob rant will have to wait for another day). While we, or I, am talking about transit, why must people stand right in front of the doors of the sky train when they open? I'll warn you all now, if you stand there when I'm getting off, I will push into you. Even if you're a frail old lady. I will still lightly bump your elbow. Beware. ;;;;;;;;;;;;; By the way, the rest of my day was phenomenal. Not just great, phenomenal.