i'm so bored today i've reorganized my sticker collection. seriously. i divided them into piles of: 1) prizes for the kids, 2) big sticker ichi-ban prizes for the kids, 3) for sticking on papers when i'm marking them and 4) birthday stickers to put in my organizer. OMG this job is killing me. KILLING ME.
they've just wheeled in the lunch tray and it smells like the mess hall of an overnight camp. memories of singing praise jesus songs and having crushes on my councellors and
foon hunting with pillowcases and doing the polar bear swim at 7am. actually, i loved camp. i loved sitting around the fire toasting marshmellows and drinking hot cocoa with my fellow campers and councellors, singing
kumbaya and telling ghost stories. i loved going on canoe trips and making gimp bracelets and sleeping in cabins and hiking through the woods and making applesauce sandwhiches...camp wahanowin, edgewood, kimanoya, conostogo...(tam u were pretty much there at all of them too, weren't u?)
...until you turn 18 and then camping involves getting a site in rockwood, going with your girlfriends hoping to meet boys, bringing beer (and mushrooms) and music and spending the day at the beach...
i've got a secret addiction to cycling over the coverings on the side of the roads. the ones that are all put in place, next to each other, all in a row, all along the length of the road on either side, so that each concrete piece can be lifted to do underground roadwork or whatever. when you cycle over them it makes the most
satisfying sound. of rumbling or hollow knocking or i can't explain it but it pleases me.
last night T-chan invited mari, jon, miho, iwan and me over for dinner at her parents house. she had made delicious seafood curry and had previously taped two episodes of
nip/tuck. i can think of a no better way to fill an evening. eating chunks of squid and clams while watching someone get his face peeled off. seriously though. good evening.
ok, off subject but...how many of you JETs out there read (or have ever read) a novel at your desk?