I wrote my last exam, deferred from this spring due to illness.
I am busily attending to my stage manager duties for SW three nights a week.
I have my G2 test booked for this thursday (finally!)
I start Teachers College on Monday.

I am SO on a roll and feeling good. Busy as a little bee :P, but good! And very excited for this monday to come and start orientation week at my new school. However, I am also very nervous about finally taking my G2 driving test, if I didn't have braces my nails would be bitten down to nothing again...this is something I really want. I am trying to think positive, but if I don't pass I am going to be in a terrible mood all weekend, and cry a lot. I KNOW many people don't pass the first time they take it, but I feel like I should be able to. I also have to run around this week and get my school supplies, some more new 'school appropriate' clothes...oh and shoes, and miscellaneous other things that need to be done in the little summertime I have left. Also a new book will be coming my way once I get to chapters tomorrow, a pure enjoyment bookto devour before school starts and the 'educational' reading starts...just lots of running around left to do. Now, off to watch the rest of Debbie Travis Facelift, and then to bed...

Why is it that when I have something important to do or get ready for, I always get the worst PMS? :(

I start Teachers College in 12 days. That is absolutely fucking amazing. I am super excited, nervous too...but more excited :P It is unbelieveable, I can't believe it's actually almost here. I can't believe I'm almost officially a teacher...or teacher candidate anyways. Spirit Walk rehearsals all week, (mon tues wed through august) so I am busy. If I were just an actor I wouldn't have to go all 3 nights, but as SM I definately do. 3 nights in a row is a lot to commit to, I kind of wish they were spread out over the week like in a normal play, but c'est la vie eh. I am also rather bug bitten, which I really don't like...

*off to put anti itch cream on those pesky bug bites...

Just call me martha stuart and send me to jail...

I just cooked/(baked?) a whole Tiramisu all by myself. Does the talent never end? I have seriously got mad skills :D...feeling very proud of myself...thought I'd say that, just in case anyone couldn't tell...lol

Now I am just waiting for that baby to finish setting in the fridge, and I can dig in...I may even leave some for my family if I'm feeling nice...:P

Tonight we went to pick up my brother from a friends house who was having a party, we also gave a ride home to a couple of his friends who live near us. They're all finished grade 12, and some are going off to university. And it made me think...suddenly it took me back to that last summer after high school, and that short time in which we tried to make the most of the friends we knew we'd be parting with, the ones we'd have to say good bye to as we all went off in our different directions. It was a very emotional, poignent time. Exciting as the new prospect of a new school and new life was, it also meant I had to say good bye to friends I'd grown very close too, and who I'd grown with. I remember the tear filled eyes of the girls in our group of friends on that last night when we all hung out, before people had to leave for school. The promises that we'd call, and talk online, the thought that thanksgiving wasn't that far away, the promises that we'd stay in touch. This joyful sadness in looking forward, but knowing what we'd be leaving behind...there was this kind of...sadness? fear? anxiety? I don't quite know what word to use...that although we promised to stay in touch, we would drift apart. And the first year, it was both easier and harder. It was easier to stay in touch, to call and chat with people you hadn't parted with that long ago. Thanksgiving of that first year we all got together at thanksgiving, after our family celebrations, to have our own thanksgiving dinner. That was a good, and interesting time. There were still those close ties left over from the summer. The fresh friendship and memories, and new experiences to share. But as time progressed, and we all got busier in our own seperate schools, it got harder. As we all established seperate lives, we got busier, and I know for myself at least, it got harder to keep in touch with people far away. It wasn't just just the distance however, we were all growing and developing new friends, new interests, new lives. And there are people I have drifted apart from from high school, people that I, somewhat innocently I suppose, thought I'd still be close with through university. It happens I guess, you assume what you have will be there in the future. Now of course I made new friends, and have still been able to keep up some of the old friendships, but not all of them. I'm a different person now, and both distance and personality seperates me from some of the people I related to so well before. I'm happy with who I am becoming, and with my friends and my life right now. But I'll always treasure those memories of that sweet, sad, poignent summer, and of the friendships I had back then.