I think, for me, one of the best feelings in the world is hearing a really great song for the first time. No matter what I'm doing, I just stop and listen to the music and the words and let them just wash over me. And you know it's a really great song when all you want to do is share that feeling with someone.

The day did indeed drag on Friday, so I was moved to electronics where I watched Charlotte's Web and had a grand total of two customers in nearly three hours. I have work again today. Hopefully it will be better!

Last night I went to the Leafs vs.Senators game! The Leafs actually won! This is coming from a die hard Leafs fan, so you know it's something when I say that. The final score was 4-2 with SEVEN, I repeat SEVEN, Leafs out. Which means that seven Marlies (the AHL feeder team for the Leafs - it's the league one level below the NHL) stepped up and two of them scored a goal each. It was like watching a Marlie game I must say :P (For those who don't follow hockey, Ottawa was once number one in the league and the Leafs are second last. I just wanted to illustrate how big this is! Haha).

It's still cold and snowy out.

Crazy snow outside! It took my mum and I an hour to shovel the driveway! And it's the really heavy stuff so my arm is quite sore from all the pushing and lifting and throwing. We have about 15 centimeters (6 inches) and we're supposed to get 25cm (10 inches)! There's been a winter storm warning watch issued and everything. Why does this happen when I'm on break? Cant this happen net week?

I have to go into work soon too, and with all the snow it'll be dead. When there's nobody to ring through the day just drags. And I'm in for six hours :( I was hoping work would call and say that I didn't need to come in, but no such luck.

Another reason why I don't want to go into work today is because I'm giving them my 'new availability' sheet. With the play at school I'll be staying later and later as the performances draw nearer, and basically everyday from Monday to Friday I'll be busy until late. Plus I'm booking off time for March break for the cruise. Work is just going to love me.

It seriously puts a damper on studying with Heath Ledger dead. My manager told me today and I pretty much died. My friend and I had just had a Heath Ledger marathon (all of his movie that were at Blockbuster we rented!) on the weekend so it was eery too. So now I turn to my omnipresent comfort, my chocolate (good thing I ran thing morning!)

I got contacts last Tuesday, and it was incredibly difficult the first two days. People think that it's not that difficult - I was among them - but touching your eye and physically putting something on your eye are completely different things. Plus, my eye had a twitch fest whenever I went near the first time and I kept blinking it off. The first time I put them on at the optometrist she was guiding my finger and I was pulling away because I didn't want to. She thought it was funny; I didn't. Haha.

I've nearly learned all of Our Song (Taylor Swift) and Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer) on my guitar! I'm quite proud. It took me a long time at first, but now I'm learning a lot quicker and I love it. Perhaps when it is finely tuned I will record myself and post it for you all to cringe at.

Today we had the first snowfall of the season! It's not cold enough for it to pile up on the ground (it was 1°C, so like 33°F) but it was crazy outside. They were huge flakes and they were everywhere - the wind was insane. Of course, everyone at school was giddy all day as if we've never seen snow before. It was fun.

I love snow :)

I happen to have an obsession with Shakespeare's sonnet #116. Well, a lot of his sonnets, actually, and all of his plays, but this one is one of my favourite. I memorized it when I was twelve for some presentation and I will never forget it.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

It's just so... eloquent, for lack of a better word. It's my muse whenever I'm stuck. It never fails to inspire me, even if I'm writing something funny or scary. It's just beautiful, don't you think? I had forgotten it and just came across it in a file which is why I felt the urge to post about it.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
~William Shakespeare

NANOWRIMO: 2398 words. Oh dear. I should get moving.

I was able to write 621 words for the net chapter of REASON ENOUGH< tonight. I am rather proud of myself, actually, seeing as I haven't written in months and I was able to tonight. I even made a graphic for the first time since... ohh... April, was it? I think so. It was all thanks to Stephie though - she can be quite persuasive :P It's no Michelangelo, but it's the first thing I've made in over 6 months (half a year!) so I think it deserves a behind-the-cut mention ;)

( beware my rusty graphics 'skills'! )

Anyway, the next chapter for REASON ENOUGH involves Voldemort, Crucio (they go hand-in-hand, do they not?), an adapted line from a literary classic (will you be able to spot it? :P)and a herd of mystical centaur who are less than willing to help and more than willing to drive Miss Bella and Mister Rodolphus crazy. So, stay tuned. I liked writing it - a 621 word ecerpt from the middle of the chapter, only, but still I wrote something - probably because I was able to avoid writing a prospectus for one of my many history courses.

My 'entire fortune' consists of eleven 0.10¢ dimes, twelve 0.05¢ nickels and (le grande finale) five 0.01¢ pennies. Add it up? A stunning $1.75. And I need $6.50 to go to the movies. Couch cushions, here I come.

A question posed by my three year old cousin to me earlier today:

"You know what? In Harry Potter 2, I know Tom Riddle is Voldemort, but how come he came out of the diary? Why was he in the diary?"

Ah, Nick, what a simple question with such a complicated answer (for those of you who have read DH). But really. He's three, three I tell you... he's not supposed to ask these things. I never even though about it, I never questioned it more then being a preserved memory. He's really smart, though. Example: "It's pretty hot outside, eh, Nicholas?" "Yeah, it's a scorcher." Ha ha! And that was a while back, too.