sitting at work
enjoying my coffee and still warm raspberry muffin
emma dog at my feet
listening to stars
waiting for the boys to stir.
today i am nothing but a player in a web of huge organization
for a few hours, and then its barb's turn
for today little sister is born.
welcome little addtion to my 9-5 life.

mmm i'm making my first cup of coffee with my new
brew and go. one cup of glory. just for me.
i can hear its rumblings
and smell its lovliness
just for me
just for me

i'm trying to make my life nice and clean
my heart nice and clean
my apartment nice and clean
my bedroom nice and clean

but i'm such a girl that is prone to messy
messy life
messy heart
messy apartment
messy bedroom

today was made up of moments.
where in each moment,
i stopped and thought
what a great little moment of life this is.
i folded laundry while watching the nutcracker ballet
i decorated christmas cookies
i ran into a lovely person at the library, hanging out with my boys
christmas dinner at church
dave and corrina and issac
bundled up on my couch watching tv

this weekend i have been bombarded by all things christmas.
mostly good.
no more carols though.
friday night was the annual sheena christmas bash.
i always feel slightly overwhemed when i go, because sheena just knows so many people.
but everytime, i end up having this rad conversation with someone or other that i havn't connected with in a while, or ever on any serious level. so ahoy to megan keopke. after being aquantices off and on for five years. i like you.

last night mosaic was lovely
then i drove home to chilliwack
went to this morning's service where it was
chrrriiissssstmas music, my.
then home for a nice little stephen and peter concert at the space
and some more christmas music
and lastly, from which i recently have returned
kenton's fete noel.
the best spiced wine i've ever had.

i'm sitting on my bed and i am quite eager to lie and immerse within its foamy, goosey, cotteny goodness.

today was good.
the light has shone and shown the approaching upwardness of my little path.

let the bones you have crushed rejoice

friday i am driving to seattle with my sister.
we are going to see david bazan and rosie thomas.
i am more excited about the former, and my sister, the latter.
it will be good.
also good because said former never brings any merchandise to canadian shows due to border/duty issues.
so...yay.

i started reading joan baez autobiography..its great.
i was reading it way to long into the night last night.

my three year old was so quirky and delightful today.
we sat for about an hour in the living room today and laughed at each other
eating dried mangoes and cranberries.
employment is so lovely.

i'm listening to the new(est) stars album,
and i can't stop.

this last weekend was a disaster,
with redeeming qualities.

saturday i got up decently early only to get stuck
in multiple traffic jams due to the grey cup.
i locked my keys in my car,
while parked in a permit parking only area.
it took five hours
43 dollars
and much humbling to get back into my girl with a car headspace.

sunday, on my way out for cheap sunday breakfast,
when three steps out my door,
realize i've locked my keys in my apartment.
it took nine hours,
a beautiful afternoon/evening with blair and candace
which including sigur, jane austen, ty pennington and tortilla chips
before i got back in at 9pm.

it left me with a sense of ..lost..
in my head, i feel like i've been somewhere these last weeks..
out of it..
and seeing the huge, in my face, manifestations of this lostness
makes me want to
sleep a long time
cling to jesus
write and write until i get somewhere

talk to celeste...

so much revelation about self today..tonight
in many different aspects of life
introspection is pride's worst enemy
there is so much stuff going on in my head
the pen becomes the dominant medium..
and oh it has.

my jeans are covered in projectile vomit
my body wants coffee coffee
and my heart wants the unknown.

my friend sandra is taking me to see pride and predjudice tonight.
i was supposed to go with crystal, but i'm being taken to a movie..can't say no..

whats your favorite kind of apple?
mine is spartan. its actually the only apple i even like.
all the others i have various issues with.
the worst being red delicious.

courtney and i just spent four hours of
skip bo and coffee down the street at the grind
watching buffy send angel to hell after he had regained his soul
secretly admiring kelly clarkson
listening to glosoli by sigur ros over and over
and now its two ay em
i'm starting to think about bed
i've gained tommorow off
and i will sleep in and dream

we talked about this idea for a photo essay, matt sandra lora and i.
the idea delving quite soundly into vulnerability:
there are three portraits of each person.
the first, dress yourself, pose yourself, however you see yourself
the second, dress yourself, pose yourself however you think others see you
the third, would be decided by the others. they would dress you and pose you, how they see you.

for the first i though i would wear soemthing confidently stylish, a good hat, a cup of jj bean, maybe a smoke, and i'd be walking down a mildly busy, tree lined street..aware, but not bothered. moving through life.
for the second, i was stumpled, because i wanted to make an outrageous face, in hilarity, but somehow juxtapose that with a girl thats hiding her face, but with a look of desperation. juxtaposed for the sake of showing that the hilarious face is so big because it has to make up for the great walls and guards that the real face has in place.
its weird to dwell on the idea that i am under the impression people see through me..

well
after a decently significant hiatus'
i am returned
this little guy that sits with me wherever i go
is a true gem

right now in life, i am amidst a switch back in my working life
my usual gig has flown to florida for a few weeks
so i'm driving into the heart of the city a few days a week for a temporary lisason
i am excited to get back to the normal grind, however.

last night was sandwhich fest 2005.

in a little bit i will head over to mosaic for some community

i recently discovered edemame. OH MAN.

i've recently started to watch my way through buffy the vampire slayer. i'm on season 2.
"ours is a forbidden love.."

i'm taking a part time gig in the near future to do some music management/promotion with some friends.

writing the word edemame has made me want some.

friggin dave johnson.
a shout out.

so the home computer as given its final days i think.
i`m not sure if what will happen in following days.
man i want a lap top..
man i want all the files back from my old one..
i`m currently playing matchmaker.
i`ll keep you posted how it goes.
oh, and i will let everyone know
that i am now an official
hat person.

i don't think i've yet commented on the brevity of sigur ros last week.
i don't really have the words..
only that it moved every fibre of me.
i ran into some good people.
it was
the best show of life.

this is an ode to my freind courtenay.
she is a chef.
she is one of my dearest friends and accompaniment to life.
tonight i took her out for supper,
and then she took me out for dessert.
i have just come away from her house with the following books
kitchen confidential, anthony bourdain
vagina monologues, eve ensler
my year of meats, ruth ozeki
stanley park, timothy taylor
the god of small things, arundhati roy

to courtenay, who doesn't have a computer,
i totally love you. you are one of the most freeing, non judgmental person i've ever known.
and i've begun to understand vulnerability because of it..of you.

i just got home from my home group..
and as it started i was so irritated and agitated to the point of totall anxiety.
so i said, coffee? i will get some.
and it was a little better.
and as our tiny community talked and shared
and ran away with each others tangents,
as only we can do,
i was whelmed with the sense of community, in that,
what i share gives voice to something lisa is going through.
or what stephen shares gives voice to i couldn't find to express where i am..
its this unbelievable medium for relief and peace and comfort..
to talk and walk through each others lives/weeks and identify..
s'good. s'wonderful.

ok gang, in lieu of posting all the pictures here,
i've created a little vault of indulgence for your viewing.
the link is for the best of the east trip.
one day when i humble myself i will post the ones i deem crappier.

i'm HOME!
the french has not left my brain yet
i'm still speaking haltingly and my first instincts are to use my feeble french.
but i'm home.
in my house.
some pictures now follow,
just some from ben's camera.
mine to follow with the next 48 hours. and you will see how magnificent was the east.
love julie

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ecclisiax church in ottawa. the gallery. 

locks!! julie et mrs lussier-hoskyn 

julie et sarah sur la pont alexandra (on le danse, on le danse) 

hey, do you want to help me solve blue's clues?
you do? great!
so along the same lines of children's entertainment,
i'm very relieved to have found out, that steve, from blues clues, has not committed suicide..or anything like that.
my sister told me this rumor, and i could not bring myself to believe it, not even a little bit.
so i did some internetal research,
and lo and behold,
he's a fuckin rock star.
go steve.
still sexy as ever.

harry potter listens to sufjan stevens.
why i never..

ok kids.
its been twice now that i've been to this place.
oh. my.
moderne burger on broadway at mcdonald.
i have never, ever had a burger this good. ever.

most serene republic was delightful, albeit obvious why arts and crafts signed them.
and the opening band, so happy and eager to be there, made me smile.

i won the lottery. 7 dollars. and upon cashing it in, i bought another, and promptly won 2 $.
so all in all, i'm up 7 dollars.

i cannot stop listening to illinois. cannot. its the most beautiful cd i've heard. or i could just be saying that in the moment, which is my tendancy. i have this urge to make sure everyone i know has heard it. its so wonderful.
look beneath the floorboards, for the secrets i have hid...
he took my shoulders and shook my face
and he takes and he takes and he takes.

its raining here on the west coast. it hasn't done that for a while.
you are welcome oh breath of the earth.

two and half weeks until otta-real, or mont-awa.
i'm immensly looking forward to it and hope that all things financially work out.

mr adams give me my money back.
or make out with me.
or do a whole other concert made up of the encore you did.
i need reimbursment.

i just noticed that brock tyler recently commented on my humble blog.
brock tyler. i need some new words for my title.

tonight was a great night. mosiac was lovely.
and then the toons, the goods, me and john met up with phil and corrina at richmond night market.
oh my.
i'm so full.
and so are my eyes and ears.
coming back we were astounded at the traffic coming out of vancouver after the fireworks finale. poor saps. it will literally take them an hour and a half or more to even get to the highway.

and i'm sad/angry to hear of the fate of a favorite former proffessor.

i go here and piss myself laughing.
every. single. day.

fog of war
barbarian invasions
emma
shall all keep my alpha waves moving and shaking
and illinois keeps me moving and shaking. period.

two mornings now in a row
i have been coerced out of bed prematurly for food communion.
courtney and i did max's deli yesterday and i have now eaten the largest sandwhich of my life.
this morning lisatootoo and me went for 3 dollar breakfast.

hmm what else. yesterday was also a nice little family gathering in richmond.
we sang the doxology in place of saying grace and i always love doing it with this crowd.
a wonderful mix of gernerations and thick, experienced, weathered voices.

i'm so sick of going to the grocery store.
i'm sitting here, starving,
but i won't do anything about it beacuse
i'm sick of going to the grocery store.
thats right people,
i only shop 1/2 hour ahead of time.
i will not change.
i will eat out tonight.

sufjan was
incredible.
such a beautiful person.

if i can say this on here
i am incredibly and disgustingly
gassy
the last 24 hours.
last night was this weird place in the states called izzy's
and tonight was stuff your face for cheap at chinatown night market.
and its all not sitting well.

now i am going to crawl into bed
with my new h.potter book
and a glass of flavored water
that i thought was carbonated when i bought it.

well jo the incredible has secured us floor seats to the sigur ros show.
which i'm told are quite hard to come by at this point.
good goin jo.

i also went and procured sufjan stevens tickets for me and my sister.
they are now very real in my hot little hands/wallet.

also
upon the threat of my poor, dead little nissan axxess being towed
for being poor and dead and lacking the current insurance sticker
(which is a entirely other story)
i got brilliant and tacked the acutal papers to the back winshield.
BRILLIANT.

and the lovely ms mol and i have secured our plans for communion whilst i'm in ottawa.

what a good day.

sigur ros is coming and i can't stop being excited.
even though i only found out about 2 minutes ago.
man september is going to be a good month.

caught a peter lagrande show down at regent this evening.
beforehand for greek food with friend vania.
all very good.

ugh
i just had to move my large ass vehicle out of the building parking lot beacuse they are roofing or something tommorow and need the space for garbage..
the steering is totally gone and aparantly, after four monthes of sitting around, so is the battery.
so blair and his bruteness helped push that neutraled baby onto the street.
and now i'm all worn out.

life feels promising...
like the goodness and delight of life is lingering just outside my pericieved self loathing.
and i got the ok from my boss to spend a week in ottawa/montreal in september.

and courtney came over and we watched tv.
and fed our addicted selves more jj bean. such a beautiful addiction.

michelle brought over the last two missing parts to my new platform bed.
now i feel like i'm not poor girl so much.

and sunday was this great antidote to an overwhelming sense of lonliness i had on saturday nightm causing me to drive out to chilliwack at midnight.
my brother and sister and i were up until 4 am talking about life and stuff..
and it was cool
connecting with these rad people
who have the incredible ability to fill the unique strain of loneliness.

holy fuck people
september tenth
lets just say
i'll be in montreal.

child number two cut his lip
during the same time of day he chose to be clingy and dependant.
hence,
my clothes and i now look like we've been on a minor killing spree.

lessons:

one: never, ever openly mock any music you hear playing in long and mcquade.
it could pretty much be anyone's, even the guy standing next to you, looking at sound gear.

two: a bird sitting on the ground is pretty much set in his ways, and is probably that he won't be moving for you. even when your tires roll over his unsuspecting body.

tonight's adventures included
running out of gas
five feet from the entrance
to the gas station.
stephen came at 12:15 to rescue me with his brute strength and compassion.
we pushed the heavy little tercel into the gas station
and i put 9 dollars in.
its my own fault,
testing the limits of how far the thing would go..
how long it would run with the little orange light on.
now i know.

peter did a fantastic show at lugz coffee tonight.
the show was called sad songs,
and man,
there were some sad songs.
there was this one that had the line,
"i can't bear to see you up there in white.
so i throw out all of pictures of you and i,
and vow that i'll stay away"
..regarding a best friend/soul mate really, whom you love, but never tell...
then she got married to a mutual friend, on his birthday.
SAD.

happy 30th michelle.
your party was rockin.
they always are.

if you have long hair, you should never wear it in pig tails.
unless they are the little bun/knot kind.

if you a person who jumps on the side of cynisism more oftan than not,
you should not wear pig tails. bun/knot or other.
unless you are snowboarding.

congratulations lisa on getting into cap.
in one hour and one half we will surprise you with a nice party.
please don't read this before then.

congratulations dave. and corina. you got married.
you kick ass.

congratulations julie. you are employed again. as a nanny.
thats great julie. way to go.

i did this about a year ago and it needed a good update. pip pip, cheerio.

if my life had a soundtrack...

Opening song: glory box- portishead.
Waking up: friend -ana da silva
First date: i'm a wheel -wilco
First kiss: anthems for a 17 year old girl -broken social scene
Falling in love: plasirs d'amour -emmylou harris
Seeing an old love: a case of you- kd lang
Heartbreak: i cry everyday -shelby lynn
Driving fast: lack of color -death cab for cutie
Getting ready to go out: sister - sufjan stevens
Partying with friends: mike, aaron and eddie- haiku d'etat
Flirting: une annee sans lumiere-arcade fire
Walking alone in the rain: mahler's 5th symphony, movement 4 (adagietto.sehr langsam)
Missing someone: rock and roll -ryan adams
Playing in the ocean: reuben- be good tanya's
Summer vacation: wildwood drive -maplewood lane
Fighting with someone: my poor old heart -allison krauss
Acting goofy with friends: go go go joseph/joseph's coat- andrew lloyd weber
Thinking back: both sides now -ms joni mitchell
Feeling depressed: all the diamonds in the world -bruce cockburn
Christmas time: silent night -shawn colvin
Falling asleep: demons and dust-bruce sprinsteen
Closing song: ostrachis and chirping -elliot smith

shopping for squash seeds with katie. 

blah.
went to ikea with michelle hier soire.
my sister was over for the rest of the day.
today i have to be at the church at about 4ish.

i'm feeling, in the ballpark of, hopeless.
like i'll never get a job
and i won't have money for june rent.
i've been mostly good about dealing with this
but as i sit here
i'm feeling mildly freaked out.

odd 

breakfast 

sun 

hatch 

ugh.
i just got up.
didn't get home until 6am this morning.
buying lamps turned into band practice,
band pracitce into church,
church into scotch, wine and pizza on the patio
that all turned into beer and U2's zoo tour
which led to hyperness..
so we went back to the new church space
and jammed until 5am
and stumbled home.
damn musicians
can't live with em, can't live without em.

there's this guy that i run into once in a while
and everytime
however flippantly
says or does something that makes me say
shit. who are you?
and its not like i forget about him
but i never quite remember those instances
so i'm blown away afresh
everytime i run into him

call me intrigued.

i'm frustrated from this painting who's genius,
and my own satisfaction,
remain just outside my scope.
so i'm leaving it for tonight..

i downloaded the first five minutes of blade:trinity..just to see my friend paul die.
he's the guy who says "there is something below us!" and then he gets his head ripped off.

ben and i discovered this kitchy, tiny, veggie burrito place. supper.
then i made him watch the sex and the city episode where big moves to napa.
t minus 11 days.

i have pennies in piles of ten all over my coffee table.

conan o'brian is the funniest mind alive.

still only april and tonight was the first buddies, beer and beach night of the season
it was soo beautiful
walked down to vera's burger shack
and then to this rad part of the beach
where we stayed until the tide threatened our comfort levels
one of our girls is a crazy pastry chef brought crazy desert
and a relaxed, ocean beach night was had.

another completly un-glamourous friday night
for this single gal
..including grocery shopping.
yikes.
rescue me.

weakerthans, constantine and jonathon inc?
april 29?
richards on richards?
i think so.

man i'm full.
i walked somewhere around half way home today after work
bought the new p:ano cd
da da da da
then it started POURING somewhere around burrard and broadway
and umbrellaless julie decides
oh no i'm not
so she bought a hot dog and a pop and plopped down on a step to wait it out
i kept walking up to granville
and decided to just make this whole eating on the go thing
my supper
and subsequently bought a crepe as well
man i'm full.

here are some cd's that i want
haiku d'etat*
new folk implosion*
(*these two with direct thanks to joel loewen)
pedro: hard to find a friend
ari da silva..i think?
fiest
the sea and cake: whatever album michelle was playing in her car that jarret gave her because he didn't like it.

i try and do this and this and this
and all jesus says is
just tell me you're broken
trying to draw something profound and perfect
all i feel is
god save me
i'm falling apart..

i sit here at my desk with thoughts that make me want to cry/giveup/goaway/get stubborn/fight the shit.. its all jumbled and emotional..
somewhere in the back of my mind
is this huge blanket and pillow and the love calling me to come on back
ok i say
and
thank you
its your arms
its your love
its your unrelentlesness

a tribute to damn funny. sorry you're gone.

-I would imagine that if you could understand morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy

-I opened up a container of yogurt, and under the lid it said "Please Try Again" because they were having a contest I was unaware of. But I thought I might have opened the yogurt wrong, or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me. 'C'mon, Mitchell, don't give up. Please try again. A message of inspiration from your friends at Yoplait. Fruit on the bottom, hope on top.'

-The Kit Kat candy bar has the name "Kit Kat" imprinted in the chocolate. That robs you of chocolate. Kit Kat has come up with a clever chocolate saving technique. I'm gonna go down to the Kit Kat factory, and say "Hey, you owe me some letters."

-I don't have a girlfriend. I just know this lady who'd be really mad if she heard me say that.

-If you had a friend who was a tightrope walker, and you were walking down a sidewalk, and he fell, that would be completely unacceptable.

hey kids
now y'all know that i'm not a huge fan of the christian music scene
but in totall support of some rad musician friends
i say go HERE
and vote for an amazing band
called in medias res
they really are stunning artists

after a longish day at work
THIS
made me absolultly piss myself laughing.
its worth downloading quicktime for if you don't have it.

days seems to be getting longer at work.
right now i'm at dave and corrinas. with stephen and lisa.
drinking wine and eating s+v chips. class.
ben is leaving soon. for pretty much ever.
maybe i will leave soon too.

i'm teaching myself to be more social.
its a bad thing i can get into by just coming home after work and staying in.

i can't stop listening to the following:
amos lee: arms of a woman
the district sleeps tonight: postal service
death cab for cutie: lack of color
my new low cd:the great destroyer. (i went and saw them with pedro the lion on saturday. it was the best pedro show i've seen. delicious) and i totally swiped that photo from whereever on the web. its not even from the show. i'm orrible)
aaaaand sufjan.

thats me.

and michelle is back from thailand. tommorow is her attempt at thai food for us. and we will love her. and be so happy that she is back.

today i heard a funny quote that said
the word music come from the seven muses,
seven women who were creative, inspiritive, yadda yadda
so any male
who has the desire to perform
and to create
has got to have a little queer in him

the girl
she is now 24
and up a whole lotta bouquets of flowers
and one plant
called metallica
which, i'm told
requires for its survival
sex drugs and rocknroll
it's this plant that will turn my black thumb around

i'm sitting in fucking kinko's checking my email and printing off some documents that are not important for you to know.
my life seems funny good these days.
thats all.
meeting rad people, getting free mocha's, giving free bread..huh.
anyways,
this is all to say,
that,
once again,
in my life,
i'm without an internet connection.
it 'orrible.
its midnight.
i've just made a midnight run to kinko's.
my life is wierd indeed.

and some ongoing rage:
this new yougurt thats a mousse,
canned icing thats whipped
all it is,
is the corporations have figured out how to give you less product,
but marketed to make you think,
oh how grand
how marvelous and gourmet.
i had one of these yougurts at the insisting of a friend
and i stirred it with my spoon,
and it ended up being about 1/2 of what the air made it look to be.
and it was more expensive.

hung out with katie and kelly
we ate lunch at my amazing neighborhood mongolian grill
we played the game of,
name as many states in the united states as you could
we were so fucking confident it was ridiculous
bring it on we said
this crazy canuck managed to kick ass with 45
damn you new hamshire, west virginia, nevada, iowa and florida.
new hampshire and west virginia i never would have gotten.
west virginia?? come on. you can't have a virginia and a west virginia.
you can have an east virginia and a west virginia,
but one plain, and one that denotes geographics, is wrong wrong wrong.

ciggy, harry potter, and a mocha.
the perfect bed time combination.
well maybe not the mocha..yikes.

broken.basement.records.
doesn't sound too bad.

karm at the carrolls.  

i try and do this and this and this
and all jesus says is
just tell me you're broken

trying to draw something profound and perfect
all i feel is
god save me
i'm falling apart..

this song has me thinking

..but for now I feel like singing of a life involving happy three,
the girl and me and the beauty greens that
fill in the spaces
the ones i never really understood,
but we all live with them and when they come to parade
we all wave
and they wave back, singing,
“tu ne sois jamais content avec la vie”
And I would sit there and agree
cause it has always been
what’s out of reach that makes me who I am...

(tu ne sois jamais content avec la vie- brock tyler.)

nathan and heidi carroll. 

lisa and her cat. wilco.

ugh!!! i've offically sent away my application.
i don't really feel like telling you what it is...i'll only say that its soemthing i've been waiting to present itself..somthing of a perfect job...AHHHHHHHH!
so those in the know, THE APPLICATION IS SENT. my heart was in my throat as i put the email together.

i want CHINESE FOOD.

julie edgeley appears courtesy of her own bad self. tracks 3 and 8.
saw simon off with a bit of a soiree tonight.
got my own copy of above catch phrase.
peed ourselves laughing until late..

i just found a file cabinet in the laundry room downstairs.
i've taken leaving things in the laundry room to be code for "take me i'm free!"
i hope this is what it means.

other than my little find,
this day has been the shits.
two, maybe three hours of sleep?
straining, draining day of work,
still not totally recovered from puking my whole abs out of wack.
oh but check out my coworker kerensa's website. she's one of the most insane artists i know. my favorite is the torrid grey's and the floral.

man the song 'warning signs'..its like i don't reallyhave anthing in my life that identifies with it, but soemthing in the mood of it just moves me and makes me want to cry..."and i'm tired.." ugh.

rehersal today for some show at capp college.
song from o brother where art thou..the temptress song.
i like the mood of it.
a good talk with my friends hil and lisa.
came home for a bit starving, returned a video and then bought cookies for me and courtney and went over there for a few hours.
i've totally become addicted to renting video's
now that i've found this rad little indie place by my house.
its got all the movies you wished you knew about,
and all the ones you, the cool, hip, aware movie appreciater, do know about.
so if you live in the soma area, happy bat video is the place for you.
main and 15th.
the other night my (completly committed to a rad girl) friend dave
came up to me and told me how beautiful i looked.
really sincerly and i was totally moved.

ok bed.

my whole face is full of snot.
i left the laundry to thee last minute, and now i'm out of laundry soap.
so tommorow is mis-matching socks, and pants with a questionable state of clean, day.

you guys i feel wiped. shallowly, and deeply, this statement may be taken.
oh elusive clarity and peace and visions for outside my rut.

its incredible the difference a dishrack makes.

so that was the holiday season?
i heard something the other day that i've been thinking about, and i think sums up a lot of what i see around me, in the lives of the people i know.
"never before has such pessimism and such hunger coexisted together"

i've realized that i'm the person who doesn't like to be told where she is weak, or wrong.
i get so defensive and stubborn.
i'll only accept it if i'm the one to come to the conclusion. because somehow thats the only way i think truth can come to light.
huh.

today i didn't go snowboarding.
i stayed in my bed, which was freakishly comfortable for a really long time, until 1pm.
then i went out for lunch with courtney.
then i cleaned my house.