So, that is what is new with me, I guess. School has been really, really busy. Unfortunately, that means I haven't had a lot of time to do much of anything. I am hoping to get some more pictures scanned for y'all but that would require me talking to the evil proctors at the university. Or sucking up to someone else with a scanner. They are really nice pictures though. We got them done at Sears. :-)
I can't really think of much else. I will really try to update more ofte because I feel very bad. Plus, I have to try and keep up with Jeanny. :-)
August 22, 1999
Hey, it's been over a week since I updated. Ooops. Oh well, I'm updating now. Yeah for me.
I'm going to go to Wainwright in I'm just a wee bit excited about this. However, it means an 11.5 hour bus ride for me. That isn't going to be all that cool. However, it is a means to an end right? After that, Jared will be coming home and I get to spend as much time with him as I want!
Anyway, I will update after my trip.
August 12, 1999
I moved the old entries to here
Hey dudes! I'm updating again. Angelfire was doing some funky things, hence the incredible time between updates!
The depressing thing is that my life hasn't changed much in almost a month. I'm still working and dreading school. I'm also looking forward to Jared coming home. That's about it. In fact, Jared might even come down for a little bit this weekend! :-) He has to work on Saturday morning as a "safety driver". I have no idea what the hell that is but apparently it is pretty darn important, otherwise, why would they have it? Redundancy in the Canadian military??? GET OUT!
I am not looking forward to going back to school in less than a month. My summer has been far too short...it can't be time to return yet. Plus, school just gets more and more expensive. My books are going to cost an arm and a leg...and I have to buy so damn many of them! Blech!
I got this sonnet from Jared in an email:
Since I left you mine eye is in my mind
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out.
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch.
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformedst creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue.
by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
