apparently i'm indian

I'm going to India! In half an hour Bryn will pick me up and we will drive to the airport where I will be taking a plane all by myself to India. It's going to be two days without seeing or talking to anyone I know, which is actually what I'm most worried about...I can bareley go an hour without talking to someone. I suppose this will be a lesson in being independent. Of course, there is that two hour stopover in Paris. Just enough time to take a french lover...

"Your life is like Dawson's Creek..."

"...only what spans a season in the show happens in 1 week in your life," she informed me with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. I guess it could be worse. My life could be like Buffy.

who DOESN'T love inchworms?

So today I am sick. Very very sick. I’m a big believer in the wholistic medicine idea that you get sick when not only your immune system is weak but when your heart is too. What I’m trying to say in my own overly-dramatic way is that emotions are clearly tied to your physical well-being.

Today I ventured outside to get cold medicine from Eating Well, telling myself that I’d make it there and back with no one witnessing my sickly self. Clearly that’s impossible in Waterloo. First I ran into cute-boy-who-eats-couscous-from-a-jar. Then Dan. Then my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend (who I oh-so-smoothly avoided by running in the opposite direction). At Eating Well I met Arielle for the first time (although we apparently met at Josh’s party) and she preceded to make comments about Jacob, leading me to believe that she does not know we have since broken up. It’s sort of a weird thing to tell people, so instead of telling her I got awkward, continuously smiled and started rambling about inchworms. That’s normal, isn’t it?

THEN something weird happened. I had just finished sharing my I’m-so-sick story with Melanie and was browsing the tea aisle for something that would magically make me better when a customer came up to me and asked if I knew anything about chakras. I admitted that I knew very little (even though I’d like to know more) and he said that he wasn’t going to come up to me but as soon as he saw me he had the urge to tell me what to do. He asked if I felt pulled in different directions, like people kept asking and expecting more of me. And if I was easily pushed around. Then he said that I’d feel better if I rubbed my left shoulder while repeating “I will not feel guilty” over and over again. So apparently I give off a “tell me what to do” vibe, even with random strangers. This explains a lot.

My favourite things

Considering my last two posts were slightly sad and I haven't really had time to write anything for the past little while, I'm just going to say that I'm really not that depressed or upset! I'm okay and will stop being so emo from here on in. So now I'm doing a happy post with things that are good.

Things that are good in the world:
1) Friends who know exactly when you need someone and proceed to write you supportive e-mails, give you big hugs and pick up chocolate croissants for you
2) Friends who don't judge you for making the same mistakes. Over and over again. And are there to pick up the pieces and put you back together after you quite willingly subject yourself to heartache. Again.
3) Puppies
4) Dancing
5) People who are kind to animals
6) People who voted YES for PIRG!
7) People who love my messy room
8) When people show them parts of yourselves that they usually hide to protect themselves
9) When no one's home and I can dance around the house and sing to oldies
10) People who can see the beauty and goodness in everyone. Even people who participate in a No campaign for PIRG.
11) Abandoned buildings that have history and character and so much beauty
12) Vegan chocolate
13) People who are in love and are good to each other