Some Favourite Quotes from 2009

"He is such an awkward turtle" -- Olivia Wiebe

"Dear God, not impressed"

"A hundred legs, that's why it's called a millipede"--Zack Reimer

"I would like to have a good trip on mushrooms" -- Anonymous

"I feel like we're squirrels" -- Val Kipfer

--Boy:"You guys should come over, it's sausage feast in my room"
-- Julia Labrie: "Well, I don't really like sausage"

"I know I won't become a nun overnight but..." -- Aaron Robertson

"I don't think I've ever had french toast made with eggs before" -- Brad Wall

"Rush hour is like life in the trenches"

"Wow! I don't think I've ever held a cup in my left hand before!" -- Travis Braun

"Who do you think named the reindeer? Santa probably steals them and names them. All the reindeer parents are like 'I want his name to be Paul', but Santa's like 'too bad, it's dancer!" -- Brianna Elderhorst

"____'s relationship is like a running a red light. She can get away with it when no one's around and no one's watching. But if she gets in the habit of it, she's going to have a problem." -- deepness from Laurel

"It's not just offensively different, it's also annoying!" -- Brianna Elderhorst

"He proach. Past tense of preach. I kinda think that's word." -- Olivia Wiebe

If you swam across Lake Ontario, can you imagine playing two truths and a lie at camp? You would get so many points!!!" -- Val Kipfer

In Times of Heartache

There are times when its easy to believe that everything has a purpose and that everything happens for a reason. And there are other times when no reason is good enough and no bigger purpose can be seen. Times when life sucks and shit just happens. There are times when I think I know God, times when I think I know God's plan and I know where he's going with this world. Other times I have a hard time believing there is a plan at all. Its not that i have a hard time believing there's a God. I know there's a God. Sometimes I just can't figure out why God gives and takes away in such quick succession. Why would God begin working a miracle, only to let it end in disaster?

Hearts Can Break at Christmas Too

Joy to the world
It's a beautiful night
The trees all dressed up in green and red lights
The very first snowfall
As people deck their halls
It's peaceful and lovely I'm told
And yet there's a heartbeat outside
Shivering alone in the cold
Still, as a statue of ice
Like someone has taken his soul
And I wonder if anyone sees
And I wonder if anyone knows

It's harder to sing when you can't find a reason
It's harder to smile with no hope for the season
You try but can't follow through
The whole world consumed with the getting and giving
Forget all the others concerned with just living
What's it matter when its not you
Hearts can break at Christmas too

Oh holy night
The moon like a searchlight
Blinding her on her way home
There's no on inside
And she doesn't know why
Someones missing and she cries alone
And I wonder if anyone hears
And I wonder if anyone knows

It's harder to sing when you can't find a reason
It's harder to smile without hope for the season
You try but can't follow through
The whole world consumed with the getting and giving
Forget all the others concerned with just living
What's it matter when its not you
Hearts can break at Christmas too

On Christmas Eve who's ever thinking of tears
And those who are facing their fears
I never did until it was me

It's harder to sing when you can't find a reason
It's harder to smile without hope for the season
And I'm missing you
I'm missing your smile and I miss your heart beating
I'm missing your eyes and the warmth of your greeting
And I don't know what to do
Hearts can break at Christmas
Make mistakes at Christmas
Hearts they break at Christmas too

November Dream Journal

November 1st-- I was on the cruise, we were in Thailand. I was walking underneath the overhang of a low roof while little children on the roof threw shoes and balls of rice at all the tourists. We passed a huge tree and there were children things from up the tree too.
-- I was riding around in the back seat of a brand new pink, mustang convertible that could seat 7. Cody, Mike and I were seated on top of the trunk with our legs in the back seat, and everyone was singing as we drove around
-- Brandon was recording music from a crosswalk near his house. Brandon, Ben, Joel and I were each at one corner, playing an instrument or singing. The acoustics were better there.
November 3rd -- At youth for Halloween we went to this rock formation on a cliff called the onion
-- Brandon and I were driving around in a special constable car looking for mischief on Halloween. We came across from talking flowers who had needles they were threatening us with. Then I was chased by three flowers who were shooting rockets at me
-- I was planning to borrow a dress from Olivia for my University graduation but I broke out in hives all over my face
November 4th -- I was going on a cruise with Travis and my French professor. We were in a huge rush and I only had time to pack a plastic bag full of clothes
November 10th -- The world was expecting a giant storm. Many people were outside when the giant tornado came through paralyzing everything in its path and dropping the temperature to below freezing. Myself and my whole family survive and I am able to save a baby boy named Tyler by warming him with my body heat.
-- Dylan, Hannah, and I are on an iceberg and I'm afraid to fall off because I'm weighted down by a hatchet and I'm scared to sink
November 12th -- Mrs. Wiebe was selling coach purses out of her house. Then Rihanna called her and asked for the day off
November 15th -- Stef and I both had newborn baby girls. I was carrying both of them when we took them to a pool. My baby was heavier so I didn't notice when Stef's baby accidentally fell into the pool. Then I put my baby down and leaped into the pool but I couldn't get to Stef's baby right away because I was wearing a life jacket.
November 20th -- The new fad was to go on a trip and travel to islands that begin with all the letters of your first name
November 24th -- I stole Josh and Jordan's car and took many pictures to prove it.
November 29th -- I went shoe shopping and my feet fit into a size 9, black stiletto with room to spare, great dream!

All the Small Things

We're both overreacting, and misinterpreting almost everything. The difference is, you know nothing, and I have the whole picture. So who's the bigger idiot? Don't answer that.

Helplessness

These words means nothing
Intention missing
And I can't help you
I can only listen while you speak excuses and denial
Just one casualty
A war not my own
My smile a grimace
An act not condoned by me or anymore who cares
I promise I'm calm
For you, for now
Thought I could help
But I was very very wrong
The iceberg's tip
All you can see
But I'm underwater
With the other 93 percent of it
Stop.

This is Like a Metaphor

I've never had my heart truly broken. I'll admit to my inability to claim relation to that degree of emotional pain. I've never had my heart ripped in two or had a hole burned through it. The most I can claim is that pieces have slowly been chipped away. It is slowly being whittled down, chiseled away at the edges. The first few chips came off easy, almost naturally. Any severe pain was likely imagined. When exfoliating your skin, it is refreshing and necessary for a layer to come off. Maybe my heart needed to be exfoliated. Maybe that was healthy. However, as more of my heart is slowly chipped at, it seems more raw. I am scraped and it almost draws blood. Legitimate discomfort, hints of pain. Hearts are glass. When broken, the glass shatters, and all the tiny pieces sparkles with a strange beauty, and the glass is still glass. My heart feels like it's been tossed about in an ocean. Slowly being sanded down. Gradually being eroded. When it washes up on shore and someone cares to look, it is hardly recognizable. Smooth and opaque, more closely resembling stone. So I believe this is a different kind of misfortune all together. It cannot be called a heartbreak, although my heart hurts. It is not a deep stab or a clean break. It is more of a constant throbbing shallow wound. When a bone breaks it must be reset, sometimes painfully and immobilized for a period of time. But then it can heal, practically as good as before. With this throbbing, like a headache, all that can be done is pop a painkiller and know that the ache will always come back. My heart is a piece of wood being carved, how long until it is finished? My heart is scraped, how many more layers until I start to bleed? My heart is a rock, how long until I can't tell the difference? My heart is a headache, how long until the next wave?