Moon’s pouring through the window

“When we break we’ll wait for our miracle, God is a place where some holy spectacle lies. When we break we’ll wait for our miracle, God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.”

Instead of doing something extraordinarily important such as finishing up the two chapters I need to read by Saturday for my exam in Cognitive Psych, I’m making yet another blog. I think that this one’s pretty important though, because it’s a special blog for Erik and I to keep in touch with. I’m too tired to study anyways; I put together our living room so our new (and by new I of course mean, used) furniture isn’t all over the place and put some elbow grease into the kitchen by single-handedly washing an entire mountain of dishes, the stove, the microwave and all the counters. I was itching to start on the baseboards but now, nobody wants to hear about my obsession with cleaning, and it was basically the least interesting part of my day.

Even if work today wasn’t that great (I slacked off and made so few sales that it’s going to kill my awesome week average) it was interesting to say the very least. Lise, as usual kept up her end of a lively but strange conversation. I mostly listened. She talked a lot about crystals, living energy, and gave me a whole new perspective about Genesis. Yeah, the bible. I have no idea where this gem of a woman gets all this stuff, but she’s a crazy genius. And I mean that quite literally.

Anyhow, I always try to make a point of experiencing something life changing every day. It’s not that hard, I mean, life is essentially about change anyways, but now that it’s summer, I’ve really got to redouble my efforts. I feel like I’ve turned into a sloppy mess of a person who lacks a significant amount of character, but I had a good excuse before- it wasn’t summer. Fortunatly for my once-wasting-away mind and unfortunatly for my tummy-pooch I’m really going to kick it up a notch.

I’m seriously considering doing a real interview with Lise. She really is one of my insprations, one of my heros and people like her and opportunities like the ones I have now don’t come along all that often. So I’m thinking of getting a camera of some sort, and writing out questions and then filming an interview. If that were to go well, I’d ask a few other people to do it, too. I wish Cowboy was here instead of going to Turkey, he was such an interesting guy. But on the list of people I’d like to make a documentary of is Lise (as I said before), Josh, maybe Ellen but I don’t like her much so maybe not, Lauren perhaps, Matt if he comes up and, well, I don’t know…It’s just an idea that I think is fantastic. I’ll admit, I stole the idea (though unconciously at first) from the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants trilogy. I believe it was Tibby who inadvertently made an amazing documentary about the people she was working with. Speaking of- I wonder if the other two movies ever got made. That was a fantastic teen novel.

So, I’m pretty tired now, and I guess it’s time for me to go to bed. Yesterday it was hard for me to fall asleep because Erik wasn’t here for the first time in ages and I’m afraid to sleep by myself. The blanket kept getting all bunched up so half of me was too hot and the other half was too cold and I was really thirsty. But tonight I’ll be having trouble sleeping because Erik’s coming up tomorrow! He was supposed to be gone for more than a week but he changed his plans. I’m so glad that his parents are as accomodating as they are. I’d be lost without the whole of them.

I’m not quite sure when he’ll be arriving, but hopefully he’ll be back from work by that point, AND, hopefully my father will have shown up with the bag of stuff I left behind in Welland. I feel bad that I left all of it behind for them to bring up, especially when it was so important. I’m such a nutbar when it comes to just about everything.

Oh well!