DEAD

The ants are dead!!! I came home from work on Sunday evening to discover that Liana, bless her heart, had scattered pink powdery ant poison all around the sides of the house. The ant traffic was noticeably diminished. By today, the ants were mostly gone. I only saw one ant inside my house today. He was a big sucker, crawling industriously across my kitchen table. When I squished him, his guts were a red and gooey rather than being the normal blackish color. I think he had been gorging himself on the pink poison and was about to die.
That last paragraph was a little bit gruesome. I apologize.
Oh joy, I can finally sleep at night without worrying about six-legged insects getting into my bedclothes.

Icky Creepy Crawly Things

Today I cleaned house. I killed one spider, one nasty worm, one weird beetle thingy, and about 25 ants. I do realize that I live in a basement and that bugs happen... but oh lord, I hate them! I don't have a fly swatter and so I dispatched most of the ants with my fist. Squishing them with my fingers is too gross to do, so I try to deceive myself into thinking that I'm not touching them by just using the bottom edge of my hand. The spider I killed with a dustpan, the beetle thingy I killed with a shoe, and the worm was already dead when I discovered him while I was sweeping my kitchen floor.
Now, it may sound like I need to clean house more often. But the sad truth is that my house is actually pretty clean all the time. Those darn bugs just get in! I am going to buy crates of ant poison and line them up all around the door and in strategic spots in my rooms. Then I will sit and grin fiendishly while those nasty little ants gorge themselves on sugar and then keel over dead. Mwah-ha-ha! This is my evil plan for world domination.
In other news, I think I would like to write a novel this summer. Haha, as if that will ever happen. Over the past two years I've started several sketchy stories that never even made it to page two. Then there was the story about Violet, which died a sudden yet subtle death once I realized that I actually had no idea where the plot was going. It was mostly cathartic writing anyway, since I was making Violet do all the things that I wished I could do in real life yet couldn't - like eating three brownies in one sitting and then taking a trip with a strange man to Peru. Yet I think that story could have some promise, if only I could think of the plot. If all else fails, I'll keep the first paragraph. I really liked the first paragraph.
The reason I have this sudden urge to write a story is probably because lately I've been rereading some of the books I used to love, and feeling that urge to create something that others will love. That is my dream. When I forget why the heck I ever decided to go to university in the first place, I remind myself of my love of writing, and hope that someday I will be able to write masterfully intricate stories of danger and fantasy and heroes and romance... and... oh geez, who I am I kidding? That's the way my thoughts go. But... you know, with enough practice... it could happen, right? Ah, who knows where my life will go. First I need to find a job that will actually keep food on the table.

Crazy

I know I haven't done a real update in a while... and it's not like I haven't had time. Actually, I've had a lot of time on my hands. First I couldn't find a job... and then I got a part-time one and had to keep looking for another one. But I'm finally employed at two places - the Wholesale Club, which is pretty boring - and at Bluenotes, which I haven't started yet but I hope will be a little bit more interesting. Other than that... hmm, I've just been hanging out, getting sunburned, watching movies, meeting new people, and getting to know my housemates better.
It's definitely fun to be in Lethbridge, and to have my own place. But sometimes it gets pretty lonely in a new city where you don't know anyone. And it's weird to suddenly have a different life after you've been living somewhere else for two years. Lethbridge is gorgeous in the spring, but it's taking some adjusting to make it feel... normal. It doesn't feel like home yet. I hope that after I've been here for two years, it'll feel like my city. I'll know where to shop, where to eat, where all the best deals are and the best running trails and which places you definitely shouldn't walk at night. I can't wait til that happens.
I've been listening to this lately. It's really good music... definitely a recommend.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Well this post is for one person, my favorite person: my mommy.
My mommy:
-Is always ready to give me a hug:

-She lets me call her anytime I need to talk (which is all the time):

-She kills spiders for me:

But all these wonderful things aren't really why I love my mommy. She's just the best: she's looked after me for almost 20 years and put up with me when I'm terribly grouchy and always forgave me for being a brat. Well, eventually, anyway. (I think you did, right mom?) She looked after six kids and taught us to eat healthy stuff and planted a garden every single year and let us get dirty. She's feisty and doesn't let anyone push her around and knows her own mind but she's still kind and gracious to everyone. Even when I think she should tell them all to just shove it you-know-where.
I'm not a Hallmark card (fooled you all, didn't I?) so I'll stop there, but I'm sure you get the picture. I think my mom is pretty much just fabulous. So Mom, happy Mother's Day! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Take Your Irresistability IQ

I guess this describes me :) :) :) ... I like fashion, but I like sweat pants too :)

help!!!

I'm having a lot of trouble getting a job. I think that I need to go out and hand out more resumes. But I don't know where I should apply at. Any suggestions?