I just love headaches that are migraines but aren't. It's not because I'm not light sensitive but it is because certain sounds make me wince in pain. It also seems to come in waves or varying intensity ranging from "Feels like there's a rave being hosted in my brain" to "there's someone repeatedly poking my head in random spots but mostly right behind my eyes" and then to "my head fills like it's full of squirming bricks". Thus far Tylenol has not helped, nor is it caffine deprivation. Which leads to the conclusion that I've put my neck out again and will just have to suffer through this because I can't afford to go to the chiropractor until friday. That or head to the pharmacy to try something new.

The bright spot to my day? Josh called on his lunch break just to say hi and that he loves me. It helped very much.





EDIT: Josh's favorite book = Lord of the Flies


Quote of the day:

<@pinata> i am going to be patenting my new method of internet access.
<@pinata> it will be 6 times as fast...
<@pinata> but drop 90% of all of your connections.
<@pinata> i will call it ADHDSL

New song to listen to, "Baby Mine" by Allison Krauss. It's simple, sweet and it makes me cry. This is the kind of song that I like to think my mom sang to me when I was a baby but somehow I'm pretty sure she didn't. It's the sort of song I use to sing my little brothers and sisters to sleep with, the sort I want to sing when I have my own children.


Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.

Little one when you play,
don't you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear,
baby of mine.

If they knew sweet little you
they'd end up loving you two.
All of those people who scold you
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes,
you're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be,
baby of mine.


All those same people who scold you,
what they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes
you're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be,
baby of mine.
Baby of mine

Adventures with Me

Again with the once a month updates. I really have very little to talk about these days.
The goings on in my life have been:

Went shopping a couple weeks ago. Bought a pair of pants and five manga books. Yes, I am fashion concious! Or something.
Watched Seasons one and two of House MD within two days.
Snapped five rolls of bag clips for work. Also mucked around with my blender and learned that partially thawed strawberries explode when squashed.
Found out that my favorite pair of PJs has a hole in the backside. It wasn't very big but now.... I think I need to retire the pants.
I nearly killed my fish or thought that I had. A desk lamp fixed things but I need to get a bulb for the fish tank soon.
Got seven books out from the library. I expect it should only take me about ten days or so to read them. I already finished one.
Went on a walk in the rain.
Found a new song to listen to multiple times. AFI's Miss Murder. Weird hair styles, good tune.

I called home on Monday and talked to nearly every member of the family except father and brother Matt. I'm attempting to convince my mother to allow the kids to pursue their interests no matter how odd or obscure. Am having some difficulty as none of them want to do the conventional and take music lessons. Youngest brothers have taken a liking to math and science. Luke informs me that he hates having to do English and would rather do his counting and Ian seems to enjoy chemistry. Of course he also likes army things and articles on nuclear energy. This leads to the conclusion that my parents have bred a family of nerds. The conclusion however is somewhat ruined by the fact that Rebekah is a girly girl and a flirt. All by the age of 11. Or is it 12. I've lost track. Either way she likes make-up, dancing, dressed and doing her nails or the nails of anyone that will sit still long enough. Catherine is the aspiring artist and I keep telling her to find somewhere to post her drawings. I suspect that she wants to work in the animation or comic book industries but that is subject to change. Rachel still wants to be a hair dresser so that atleast is a constant. Hayley is content to annoy everyone else, play with the dog and yell in the phone when I call. Conversations consist of "HI TESSIE!! *unintelligable babble* LOVE YOU! BYE!" At least she's got the name part down.
Mother type person informs me that Matt has had his Treo stolen at a house party and needs 200$ of repair on his bicycle. My brother, the genius. While I can't entirely fault him for the phone thing, the bike is just stupid. At least he had the brains to cancel his contract with Telus once the phone turned out to be missing.
Also, Mother is going to some sort of therapy clinic... I think this month but I'm not sure. I forgot. Hopefully it'll help things somewhat, though Lord only knows.
Must remember to get a card for Father's Day and mother's birthday. I could forget but then I'd never hear the end of it and I think my dad's nagging would be worse than my mom's. So card shopping it is.
The Da Vinci Code is in town and I'm considering going to see it. Doubtful that I'll find anyone to go with me what with mien boyfriend living so far away so stag it will be. If I go. Maybe I'll just wait for the DVD. I've already read the book so it's not like I don't know what happens. I'm just curious to see what it's like.
Love you Josua. Mew!





Quote of the Day:

Rusty: God I'm bored.
Danny: You look bored.
Rusty: I am bored.......so how was the clink? Did you get the cookies I sent?

Ocean's Eleven