make a wish

Who wants some Wizard Rock?

2009-07-10T21:09:37Z

I've been putting together a playlist for our HP party next week and thought I'd share some favorites.

I am a Wizard - Harry and the Potters

Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock! - Harry and the Potters

My Dad is Rich - Draco and the Malfoys

99 Death Eaters - Draco and the Malfoys

Photosynthesis Rocks - The Whomping Willows

Your Flying Car - The Whomping Willows

Harry and Draco Secretly Want to Make Out - The Whomping Willows

Where is Draco? - The Parselmouths

For all the Hufflepuffs - The Remus Lupins

The Ballad of Neville and Luna - The Remus Lupins

Accio Love - Ministry of Magic Feat. The Moaning Myrtles

Meet Me on Diagon Alley - Ministry of Magic

ellorgast @ 2009-07-08T00:34:00

2009-07-08T06:40:48Z

I want to post photos from the Stampede eventually, but until then, this article gives a very good idea of how wet we were. Those girls were standing just a few people away from us at the stage. Simple Plan wasn't even due to perform for another five hours or so. Simple Plan fans: totally nuts.

ellorgast @ 2009-07-07T00:30:00

2009-07-07T06:36:44Z

My birthday was exhausting and amazing and my friends rock a heck of a lot. Drove up to the Calgary Stampede, did a billion things, saw Serena Ryder perform after waiting in the pouring rain, drove home, went out to dinner with everyone, came home to eat amazing cupcakes, and got beautiful gifts.

I am DEAD. DEAD, I TELL YOU.

ellorgast @ 2009-07-02T00:51:00

2009-07-02T07:59:54Z

Canada Day rocked. We were sitting around mumbling about when we should go see the festivities, when I read out that there would be food kiosks running until 4:00. Bronwen went "FOOD KIOSKS. LET'S GO." Cindy, understandably befuddled, said "What? We're going now?" Bronwen put on her stern voice and said "THE FOOD KIOSKS ARE ONLY OPEN UNTIL FOUR, CINDY." It was kind of scary.

We walked down to Henderson and mingled with the masses of red and white. Got our obligatory burgers. Wandered around and settled in to watch the performances on stage. Silently boo'd at the conservative MLA and boggled at the fact that we actually call our mayor "his worship."

Then the bellydance company I used to take lessons with came on to perform a circus-themed set. It was really cool in theory (we decided that the tribal dancers looked like Mana circus visual kei cosplayers, which was a pretty awesome combination--all black and blue with dreadfalls and pinstriped turkish vests over coin bras and blue tights and unf). But they spent so much time doing the circus act and jumping between performances that it was a lot of scrambling and not a whole lot of dancing. I was pretty disappointed, considering I know what they're capable of. I hope it was simply awkward this time because it's all new choreography. They did, however, do a very brief tribute to MJ in their set, which got the crowd super-excited.

Then Jordon randomly called and invited us over to his house. We got to see his room. I have never witnessed such an epic shrine to j-rock in my life. There was a stack of CDs on the floor that reached almost to my waist. "Are those all your CDs?" Cindy asked. "No," he said, "those are just the singles." He owns more j-rock CDs than my entire music collection. He owns limited editions of everything. He owns LPs. He owns CDs that come with weird gifts in them, like cross necklaces and t-shirts and perfumes. He owns DVDs of who the heck knows how many concerts and music videos. There are posters on all the walls.

I don't even like j-rock. It still all sounds the same to me, even when they're all talking about whether this guy sounds more like Gackt or more like some other guy. How can they tell? But there is a lot of amusing prettiness. If you just, like, mute the videos, they're pretty entertaining. I could watch Kaya forever.

Also the first time I've met someone else who has actually listened to Anna Tsuchiya before. She's basically the only Japanese artist I still turn on regularly along with my other music.

Also the first time meeting someone who has HEARD of Shazna. Shazna is the HAPPY visual band! Someone gave me their album in high school and I loved it for being utterly ridiculous. I'm pretty sure that this video ranks among the top ten gayest videos in the world. (Number of females in this video? Probably zero.) Anybody remember when Izam played the villain in PGSM Act 0? All the Sailor Moon fans saw the promo photos and were like "wow, that lady is pretty hot." I got to be the one saying "uh, actually..." Good times.

Then we came home and made pancakes, because we had blueberries and a crapton of raspberries. They were tasty. Bronwen had borrowed Dirge of Cerberus from Jordon, so she sat down to play it, and it's freaking awesome. I was reading the guide to help her, so there was much shouting of phrases like "MATERIA! YES!" Then Melissa and David came over, and silliness ensued. People kept picking me up and carrying me around. It's weird being little even among little people.

We went to see the fireworks, and found a spot on the rocks by the water where we had a great view. The wind was chilly, so we all huddled together, and I don't know, there's something weirdly comforting about just being out on a beautiful night, huddled together with your friends. I had made Cindy change out of her dress for the cooler weather, but sadly did not pester her to put on a jacket, so David and I spent most of the walk back snuggling up to her. Then she carried me most of the way home on her back. We decided she is a chocobo.

Then Bronwen put on her new corset for everyone. She looks absolutely amazing in it. I want a corset more than ever now.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-30T23:34:00

2009-07-01T05:37:59Z

Photos of Clyde the cedar waxwing!

He's all "bitch, whatchu lookin at?"

Look at how tiny and round he is!

Intense mistrust of the camera going on here.

Bird update

2009-06-29T19:09:47Z

So our little cedar waxwing (who my cousin and I have named Clyde) survived the night. He had obviously moved around the basket a bit, and he'd picked one of the strawberry pieces up, although he didn't seem to eat it at all. The nature centre said they couldn't take him, so I tried the Birds of Prey Centre out in Coaldale. The guy was really helpful, and said that either the bird was just very young, or had a back injury. If the former, they could fatten him up, but if the latter, the best they could do for him would be to put him down humanely. From my description, he was pretty sure of the latter. I told my cousin when she arrived, and she agreed that she would rather drive out to Coaldale just to give him a humane end than wait for him to die on his own. So off to Coaldale we went!

The lady at the desk was really excited when I told her we had a waxwing. She picked him right up with her bare hand and turned him over to inspect his tail, while he nipped angrily at her finger. "It's gentler than a kitten," she said. He seemed to move his tail just fine. She figured that he's definitely a juvenile who just hasn't learned how to fly properly yet. But she also worried that the drooping tail indicated a brain injury.

Regardless, she was pretty confident that Clyde will be alright. She gave us each a free pass to the centre for taking the time to bring him, and then told us to email them in a week to check up on the bird's status.

Moral of the story: the Birds of Prey Centre ROCKS.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-28T23:36:00

2009-06-29T06:03:43Z

There is an injured bird in a laundry basket downstairs.

I'm pet-sitting at my mom's for the weekend, and I was walking the dog past my aunt's house, when I was surprised to see my cousin standing outside on the phone. She called me over frantically, in tears, explaining there was a bird, and it wasn't moving, and she didn't know what to do. The poor little bird looked up at me inquisitively when I knelt down, but when it turned to the side a bit, I could see its tail feathers dragging on the ground at an awkward angle. They looked like they were barely still attached.

If there's anything I've learned from the UVic bunnies, it's that nature is usually best off staying where it is, no matter how cute it may be. But I had a crying cousin beside me, and chances were, the bird was going to die within hours if we didn't get it indoors, so there was just no question about leaving it there.

My cousin was house-sitting too, and definitely couldn't take the bird home with her. She got a laundry basket and some towels, and I wrapped one of the towels around my hands to pick it up. The bird freaked just as I grasped it, and managed to fly to the side of the house, hiding behind a pipe. I caught it just as it dropped from behind the pipe and quickly covered it with the towel, so I wouldn't have to actually grasp it and risk hurting it, and got it into the basket, where we kept the towel loosely over it.

I didn't know what the bird was, so after settling it in the basket with a towel acting as a lid, with a dish of water and a few chopped up bits of strawberries and banana, I sat down to research birds in the region. I'm now 90% sure that this little guy is a Cedar Waxwing. Aww, look at this part:

During courtship the male and female will sit together and pass small objects back and forth, such as flower petals or an insect.

He still hasn't touched the food, or moved from his corner of the basket, although he still looks alertly at me whenever I peer at him through the holes. I hope he lives through the night. I think the nature center takes injured wild animals, so I'm going to give them a call in the morning.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-28T00:07:00

2009-06-28T06:10:46Z

IwonIwonIwon!

I never win ANYTHING, least of all popularity contests. Thanks so much guys!

I can't personally hug each and every one of you (though I would like to right now), so I hope a cheesy graphic will suffice for now.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-27T00:58:00

2009-06-27T07:19:26Z

Running into someone I used to go to church youth group with is incredibly weird.

"Wow, you're a gothic lolita?"

"Wow, you're gay?"

We're all in our twenties and we still like to play on the playground. Difference being that we do it at 11:30 at night, and I'm wearing my platform sandals. And there are a lot more dirty jokes.

So Jordon and I really wanted to meet each other, because my roomies are always talking about each of us to the other. So we spontaneously decided to meet him at the park by his house, and Cindy made me get on her back, carried me over, and said, "here, I brought her to you." It was pitch dark, middle of a playground, I was on someone else's back, and he just looked at me and went "you were in youth group with me." We were both incredibly shy, awkward people back then. If we don't remember saying a word to each other, it's probably because we were both too terrified to ever open our mouths. Who knew that we'd end up on a swing set at midnight, talking about jrock and porn stars? And... throwing pine cones at Cindy?

A girl who was with me on the Japanese exchange I went on in 2003 also randomly messaged me on Facebook this week. It's apparently the week for running into people who I was not-quite-friends with, but sort of liked, at one point in my life.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-24T15:28:00

2009-06-25T04:18:58Z

So I finally caved and got twitter. Not because I have anything interesting to tweet about, but because I wanted to follow a few people (Douglas Coupland, for one). I'm not sure I really get it yet, but I type things, and stuff appears, so that is cool. Feel free to add me. It would be nice to follow some real people (as I think 50% of the twitters I'm following are webcomic authors and their characters).

http://twitter.com/ellorgast

Biggest thing in my life right now is that Dan asked me (or hinted through my sister that he plans to ask me) to make his new clinic's website. If I do well, he'll plug me to his friends--and all his friends are med students and doctors, and they are naturopathic doctors, meaning they will all have private clinics someday. Needless to say, I've been hauling ass on re-learning old skills and trying to develop new ones. I hope to have a portfolio up by the end of the week. I know I don't have half the skills of a few people on my friend's list (I'm looking at you, veve_w and vally), but hopefully I could manage the capabilities they'd be looking for, for what is basically a very small business website.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-20T11:46:00

2009-06-20T18:32:43Z

City of Bozeman, Montana, requires you to list all online accounts, including passwords, on job applications:

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/92514-Montana-City-Wants-Your-Facebook-Information

http://community.livejournal.com/ontd_political/3363541.html

Wow, A+ on the privacy violations, Bozeman.

Okay, I can sort of understand some part of researching online accounts of people in important areas like police, where they do record checks anyway, when those accounts are clearly tied to their real life and are public. I'm thinking of the issue a few years back when Canadian border guards on Facebook were found with drunken photos, and revealing job-related things in their comments that showed their ignorance (things like "have you ever seen a passport from x country I have no idea how to read it") and posed a security risk. They rightly got in trouble for, at the very least, not locking their profiles.

But what I do online is no different from what I do in my own home, or out with my friends. Yes, if I'm a police officer, and I go out binge drinking in public, then I would deserve to have that get back to my superior. Same if I do that, and post photos of it in a public place. But if say, I'm in a friend's back yard for a barbecue, I should be allowed to do whatever I want (within all that is lawful and decent). Same thing if I have an online persona that is known only to a select few. Or if I go to Vegas and do what people do in Vegas. Unless I'm whipping out my badge, my behavior among strangers should have nothing to do with my job at home. Same as if I'm engaged in an online community that is unrelated to my home life.

And while they say they won't be looking specifically for anything that violates privacy laws, who knows what they would see that would change their opinion of a person. They could see answers to questions they're not supposed to ask, such as "are you single?" and "are you heterosexual?" They could look on your Youtube favorites and see what things you like. Isn't that the equivalent of asking to see a list of all DVDs on your shelf? What if whether a person gets a job or not is based on whether they like slasher films?

Silly, silly Bozeman.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-18T00:26:00

2009-06-18T06:43:41Z

After reading up on this issue for the past hour or so, I've decided it is important to keep passing it around. This is an information war, in which the people involved are in very real danger. The least we can do is to spread the word. Take a look at this amazing protest video from today.

Found through chocomimi.

i realize now i do not fear death... i fear my daughter will not be free when i die

- From the Twitter of an Iranian medical student

"If it bothers you so much, then why don't you stop watching?" seems to be the question of the last few days from my friends and family who know how invested I have become in the cause of the Iranian people (as I have explained in great detail here) The answer is simple: one day of caring is not enough. We must be the voice for the people of Iran who would otherwise be silenced. They are without reliable news sources, they are without mobile phone calls, text messaging, facebook, twitter, youtube, AIM, Yahoo, Google, and pretty much every other useful outlet for information you can think of. Yet they persist on the streets and on the internet in any way they can. The least we can do, whether we are across continents, oceans, or time zones, is spread their words safely.

My death is irrelevant.Wht is important is that u do not forget my words.We want freedom.i will die 4that

- From the Twitter of a protester in Tehran

Right now, brave men and women in Iran, both young and old, are sacrificing their lives for their voices to be heard. They must fear not only the police, but also the Basij -a force of men loyal to the government who plant themselves among crowds in plain clothes in order to discretely attack protesters and incite chaos.The protesters are peaceful. They mass together in crowds that are reported to grow in size every day. At night they have very few, if any, safe places to stay. Houses with satelite dishes were attacked by the Basij tonight, and during the 50 minutes of Twitter's maintenance, another university was attacked.

140 characters is a novel when you're being shot at.

- From another Iranian Twitter

WHAT CAN YOU DO TO HELP?

The most obvious thing to do is stay informed. Keep an eye on reliable sources on Twitter, refresh blogs and news sites that are covering the stories.

If you are on twitter, retweet information from reliable twitters, but REMOVE THE USERNAME if they are in Iran. People have died because of the lack of responsibility by fellow tweeters and the media in this front. They can be tracked down by the government of Iran.

Spread the information elsewhere. Repost this article or write your own on Facebook, Myspace, Tumblr, or anywhere else you can think of. If you write your own, make sure you are concise and accurate. Link to your sources for people to learn more.

Discretely change your location on Twitter to Tehran or Iran, and your time zone to GMT +3:30. Don't post to brag about how you did it, otherwise it was useless.

DO NOT auto-refresh and take down websites, even if you are asked. It slows down the internet for the rest of the people in Iran.

If you make a proxy DO NOT post it publically, otherwise it is useless. Send it in a direct message to a trusted source.

DO NOT spam the hash tag #IranElection with useless things to "confuse the government". This does not help at all.

USEFUL SITES TO FURTHER HELP

Cyber War Guide for Iran Elections

Green Revolution - How to Help

Anonymous - Why We Protest - Iran

STAY INFORMED!

Follow on Twitter: @ProtesterHelp and @StopAhmadi

(REMINDER: DO NOT REPOST PERSONAL TWITTERS OF THOSE INSIDE THE COUNTRY, EVEN IF THEY ARE RELIABLE!)

Chronology of events

Live-blogging by Andrew Sullivan

General information from a poser on Fark.com

Live-blogging on HuffingtonPost

دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election

- original article by one_hoopy_frood on LJ

ellorgast @ 2009-06-16T19:07:00

2009-06-17T01:08:48Z

Mars, the balloon slayer.

Sock Dreams is AWESOME.

2009-06-16T21:54:19Z

So we ordered the Sorcerer Socks in every color. When they arrived, we were SO PLEASED with every colorway... except Griffindor. They LOOK dark red/gold in the photos, but when they arrived, they turned out to be dark maroon--almost purple. Poor Cindy was very distressed, as they do not remotely match the bows she made, or the tie she is ordering. They just don't look like Griffindor colors.

So I emailed sock dreams, expressing my concern, and asking if they could recommend me anything different. Just a day later, I've already got this back:

Oh dear, you're absolutely right that the picture doesn't represent the
color very well. We try to keep up on that, but sometimes we miss
things! I'll be adjusting the picture soon to accurately reflect how
those look now.

I think the best color match would be our Knee-High Super Stripes
(http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_438.php)
in Dark Red and Gold. Those still have a nice rich red, rather than a
maroon. And the weave on those actually rather reminds me of the
Gryffindor scarves anyway. :)

Hope this helps!

Regards,
-Amanda
Dream Stockings Coordinator
SockDreams.com`

ellorgast @ 2009-06-16T14:59:00

2009-06-16T21:03:39Z

Mars thinks he killed a balloon last night (he did--it was hilarious). Now he's carrying it around in his mouth like a little green rubber mouse corpse. He has crossed the room twice with it in his mouth, trying to find the perfect place in which to nom his kill. Now he's playing with it under the table.

Kitties rock.

Edit: There is another balloon still unpopped. He keeps hesitantly putting his paw out at it, not sure if he wants to risk swiping another one, because we both know what happened LAST time he tried that. I wonder how long it will be before he gets the nerve to claw it.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-11T23:59:00

2009-06-12T08:59:34Z

Last night I had my first ever zombie apocalypse dream. I don't know how people enjoy those, because I spent the whole dream being so damn anxious that I was going to get eaten, it wasn't really a novelty at the time.

Then again, I did manage to reason out that a library is not an adequate hideout for any zombie apocalypse, so I suppose it was not a wasted training scenario.

I've been hired on with a temp agency, but that doesn't mean much, as I'll only get work as often as they feel like calling me (yet that doesn't stop me from using my Donna icon, I'M A TEMP!). Haven't heard back from any of the places I applied with last week, even the more promising ones. Applied at Michaels, and their application system is kinda brutal. I'm applying for retail, guys, not the national forces.

Speaking of the military, I just found out that my ex is going to soon be working as army intelligence. Cindy and Bronwen were about as surprised as I was when I told them, probably because the last time they saw him, he was wearing a pink dress. Go figure.

I have been keeping busy, though, like learning how to make the bows in my previous entry (from Cindy, who made the majority of them, because she is a star), and painting my mom's new fence. Cindy and I also did YARD WORK recently, and filled six giant garbage bags with pine cones and needles, because we are productive like that. We need to bag the rest of it, and get the lawn mowed, but everybody's been sick these past few days (mostly poor Bronwen), so it's all on hold, but we are both very EXCITED to be doing things to the lawn.

Our new favorite drink is a rootbeer float with vanilla vodka. We've made it twice now, and it is pure deliciousness. I don't know whether such a concoction has a real name, so in honor of this post we are calling it Meat Sugar.

House Colors.

2009-06-10T05:01:39Z

Ehehehehehe.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-09T15:07:00

2009-06-09T21:21:01Z

Trying to establish a healthy relationship with a skittish and overly aggressive cat is not easy when said cat keeps trying to take a chunk out of you. He has upgraded from simply hissing when he feels threatened to actively charging at my feet, spitting and taking swipes. He, by the way, feels threatened any time I happen to be walking around in the same room as him. He is turning into some kind of psychotic death machine. I am wearing shoes in the house. I feel dirty.

There is no reasoning with him in this state. Taking advice from a few websites, I'm trying to redirect Mars' aggression by throwing a toy every time he starts going aggro. So far, it seems to be the only thing that helps, but it hasn't kept him from starting right up again, the moment I try to take a few steps without toy distraction.

Of course, this would probably not even be a problem if he were neutered, but try telling that to Cindy's brother.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-06T12:39:00

2009-06-06T18:44:57Z

Dear Lethbridge,

When did you become awesome?

Lethbridge actually has the largest gay population in the province, so it is ABOUT TIME that they became visible and celebrated that fact.

ellorgast @ 2009-06-01T01:22:00

2009-06-01T07:27:01Z

DON'T TEMPT HER, INTERNETS.

I wish Stephanie Meyer actually were that cool.

Also, I have reached 25 coordinates for the Polyvore Lolita Fashion 50. I am such a geek.

ellorgast @ 2009-05-30T14:31:00

2009-05-30T20:31:51Z

Last night I went out with Bronwen, Melissa, and Cindy. We went out to dinner at O-Sho's, and then rented a movie, and went back to their place, where I plan to be moving in next week. Then we talked. All night.

It was getting light out when Melissa and I left. Cindy went "this is sick, guys." I wasn't in bed until probably almost 6 a.m.

I've been reading Douglas Coupland's first big novel, Generation-X. It's the book that invented that word, along with words like "McJob" and "legislated nostalgia" and "Bambification." Even though it's talking about a different set of young adults, in a different recession, it sure feels eerily appropriate to me at the moment when I'm essentially at the same place as all these people who are bitter and frustrated about the ruined world their parents and grandparents handed to them, with no prospects or hope for the future, a poor economy, a steadily worsening environment, and a false sense of community.

In it, a cluster of twenty-somethings all become disillusioned by their office jobs and shallow lives, so they run away to an apartment complex in the desert, where they sit around the pool or have picnics in ghost towns. And they tell stories. Out of a desire for their lives to have some sort of meaning beyond a series of random events and purchased experience, they want their lives to someday become a story that is worth telling. So they tell each other stories.

As... silly as it sounds, in my zombielike 5:00 a.m. state this morning, as I was sitting in Cindy's house, after we'd done nothing for the previous four and a half hours except tell stories, I thought to myself, "this is my desert."

This was then punctuated by my waking up at 11:30 to the feeling of being roasted alive in my loft bedroom. I admit that I missed real summer heat when I was in Victoria. But oh dang, did I sign up for some serious desert conditions when I came back to the prairies.

What I need is a pool.

ellorgast @ 2009-05-28T01:03:00

2009-05-28T07:03:32Z

I've been PMing with a Calgary lolita on LF.org, and she told me that last year, "the girl who was selling the clothes" screwed a bunch of people over and the community fell apart. ...Whut? I mean, I'm really NOT SURPRISED that it went down that way, because Kat was a walking disaster, but I didn't hear about ANY of this. Didn't she just try to sell some stuff last winter?

Now I feel bad for the Calgary lolitas. I guess nothing has happened there since she split, and this girl is having trouble getting them back together.

Also, I just read about a girl who paid $200 for a GLP dress, only to be informed later that it is an awful lace monster and she was obviously ripped off. I... really don't know what to tell her. That's just. I mean, I rarely pay that much for brand.

I also happened to be skimming an old drama post from around 2006 (because... I'm a loser? IDK), and I've concluded that EGL hasn't gotten any cattier since the start of wank comms, but the drama perpetuates itself a whole lot more now. Like, people would say the same snarky things in response to the original post, but were way less likely to freak out at individual comments within the post. And white knights were a way more frequent occurance because nobody called them on it (well, at least one good thing came out of that). Just an observation.

Randomly, I dislike con season. I don't live in a big city, don't attend them, so the only impact they have on me is interrupting all my webcomics and flooding all the lolita comms with eight million con posts. That's like ten billion poorly-lit con photos. And a whole lot of Pedo Bear. Not condemning it, just saying that it gets tedious.

ellorgast @ 2009-05-25T16:58:00

2009-05-25T22:58:54Z

This sums up today:

Man, do I really have to spend more than one day grovelling in heels for a McJob from grumpy store managers who look at me like I am crazy for suggesting that I am employable? Ah, well, it has only been one day. I really loathe job hunting.

I've also only been in Alberta for three days, and I am already full of political raeg.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/albertas-classroom-opt-out-law-faces-new-criticism/article1151214/

This just has "bad idea" written all over it. When students, parents, teachers, AND school board all agree that something is bad, it's bad. I guess a kid at my old high school is running a major petition against it. Go kid!

I am kind of eyeing up the Coronas in my fridge. Is it too soon? It's probably too soon.

ellorgast @ 2009-05-22T22:34:00

2009-05-23T04:56:51Z

I am home. Packing, moving, and traveling ended up being a week-long affair, as my mom drove me home and we drifted from one cluster of relatives to the next.

I gave my kitty a big hug and he was kind enough to purr at me for a while before he moved on to better things.

Now I have to adjust to using a PC again, and I have two days worth of LJ to catch up on, including what looks to be some big dramatic wank, and I apparently have jury duty. Fun times for all!

ellorgast @ 2009-05-19T21:06:00

2009-05-20T05:10:14Z

Soooo sleepy. Mostly packed. Moving out tomorrow. I don't feel like making a real post, but I know I'll feel even less like doing so when I'm home in three days, so here's some vague highlights of the past several days.

- Took the ferry down to Vancouver, and I saw orcas! OMG orcas!
- My dad took us all to see Fleetwood Mac. Had no idea what to expect. Actually came out of there really impressed. They're really darned amazing musicians.
- I bought a vintage-style swimsuit. It was a complete and utter impulse buy and perhaps a pricey one, but it was one filled with love. It is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Now I just need a beach on which to wear it.

I have heartburn. Blarg.

Edit: Oh oh, but THANK YOU Sage, for the awesome song you posted for me! It is PERFECT.