Warning: Cliche overload

It is very late at night and for some reason I can't sleep. Can I just blame it on the "springing" forward of daylights savings time?

Now, to think up a topic worth posting about. How about almost being done university?

I've been a mite sentimental the last couple of days simply because when things are coming to an end, thats what I do. Emma (of the tall Nanaimo variety and not the short sister variety) and I were chatting yesterday about how we had felt before graduation from highschool, her sentiment "I couldn't wait to be out" and my recollection "I remember throwing the closest thing to a 3 year old's tantrum" Yikes
I just don't know how comfortable I am with change when things are good. I like it here. I really like my life. I have great roomates; I live with my best friends. I have a fun extended group of friends, so I'm never bored, I'm never lonely. I have a good schedule and sometimes I even love my classes. It's a good lifestyle. At the same time, I know I want to do so many things and that I don't want to stay here any longer. I want to (cliche) see the world. I want to have some adventures and check out things that I've been googling for the past years. I want to do this all now. I also kind of want to do something else. I'm done with school for now. I've lived the University life. I've eaten off of the ripped up boxes that used to hold Betty Crocker instant chocolate cake mix
href="http://www.cooking.com/images/products/shprodde/317078.jpg"> ..."Hey, don't throw out that plate!" - Colin ...
and consumed nothing but kraft dinner, strong coffee and $9 bottles of wine on any given day.

Well, maybe I don't have to be torn. I guess I could just do the smart thing and really appreciate what I have right now and know that I'll always have Halifax. I'll just have to pull a Jack Johnson out of the ol' itunes library whenever I start to feel down.

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end"

Dal was something I was apprehensive about. I don't know that I was fully stoked about moving across the country, but I did, and now I feel like this, and so it goes... I will leave here, and I will feel like this again (apprehensive about moving on from something good) in a different situation. Just make the best of what we have now.

Though if I could ask a favour of karma; next time, throw me a couple of the important people in my life...
Oh, and if I might be so forward; could you put me somewhere with a beach?

Greatest Hits

Bryna's Greatest Hits (In No Particular Order):
1. The day in front of the post office: Accepted to Dalhousie
2. My first motocross ride
3. Buying my fiddle at the Folklore Centre
4. Getting told that we could stay at Shakespeare and Co.
5. Running to the hospital after Kole bursting into Mr. Craig's math class.
6. Spur of the moment winter camping and crib

Booboo

There are usually a few preconditions to me writing one of these things:
1. That I am usually bored
2. That I am usually procrastinating
3. That I am usually alone/lonely

All of these things usually mean that I am not in the best of moods, I don't think I like being alone as much as I thought that I did (considering that I used to like being alone all of the time, I was happiest when I was housesitting alone).I don't like the feeling of procrastinating and not doing anything productive instead and I hate being bored.

Tonight I am all of those things, and so the topics that I have thought about writing about include: mortality, the storm and staying in to do homework on a Saturday night out of stubborness, perfectionism and exclusivity... None of which are particularily upbeat or happy, therefore, I am going to post a picture of the boo boo on my foot and call it an evening.

I hurt it on a nail sticking out of the hardwood in my room. Goodnight All.

music

I can get lost aurally. And I do often.

I can read things that I've heard someone speak before and hear the inflections of their voice, where they paused, the decibel change. I can listen to the same song by a different fiddle player or singer and hear the other's bow strokes or voice as clear as ever.

Somethings that I will never forget:

Stanza 5: Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night: Dylan Thomas
as read by Dylan Thomas
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Owl and the Pussy Cat: Edward Lear
As read by my Mom
"The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

The Night Before Christmas: Clement Clarke Moore
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;"

My once in a blue moon update

Once upon a time there was a girl. She was often accused of being a bit of a wimp, but on this particular day she defied the labels put upon her and proved her manli-ness. Maybe it was the adrenaline of a mad shopping spree, or perhaps it was the excitement of one of her girls coming into town, or possibly the sun was simply frying her brain, but she put in her 'giver teeth' and committed.

(Now that I've got you on the edge of your hopefully cushy and comfortable seat, I shall progress the rather unremarkable story)

Amy and I got matching nose piercings! (Anti-climatic? I think so).

Officially the geegiest picture ever taken.
Preparing for the pain...
... with a cylindrical glass tube inserted into one's nostril
The piercing goes in, the tube comes out, the eyes water like mad.
The finished product, post swelling.

Dick and Jane

Bryna goes camping in a neat park in the woods in early fall.

Her face is smiling but her head is not. Stupid whiskey.

She has a campfire. What big flames. What drunken rambling. Paper, rocks, scissors. She wins!

She returns to town. She goes to the Split Crow. There is a heaven.

Oh what fun. Beer and music.

(Sorry for the random update, I'm pretty tired, but procrasinating from bed. This is a bad omen)

BEST WEEKEND EVER?

I just came off of what was possibly the best weekend reaching back into time immeasurable.

Friday night, after a 4 hour drive that seemed like 2 (thanks to The Vinyl Cafe), arrived at Prince George. Went to the bowling alley where Natalie was frantically trying to contact me (seeing as how I was late). She hit me with the big news "Becky is here!" I was beyond excited at the prospect of spending a night on the town with those two. I'm not going to say that I've never been that excited to see anyone, but I was pretty excited to see Becky. I bet I hugged her like 18,000 times before I really believed that she was there. I had never been out with the Nat, Becks, Lynnette, or Kyla before (not for lack of trying). I had also never been to the Caddilac sober before, so it was an education as to how the "beer goggles" impair your vision of the suitability of set-up ability of the opposite sex for your friends (not that I was at all interested... No sarcasm, but I was looking for my friends) but more so impair your standards on clean bathrooms (even before the night really even got going, I would not have gone in there without Martha Stuart right on my heels). We had all sorts of crazy shots for Nat. Anyways, the dancing was great, the band was great. And then, out of nowhere, the second absolutely wonderfully fantastic thing happened. I turn from dancing with Nat to shoot a mean look at the guy who was pulling me into a fast country dance, only to find a grinning familiar face! Norm! We sashay around the floor, spinning all the while before I was swung into the arms of another man. TJ! Before the dance was over, I had been traded from all of my favorite two steppers, a trend which continued all night. The Caddy always seems like a flurry of activity simply because decent girls to dance with are far outnumbered with decent guys.

The night ended in high style with Nat and I making the hour long trek back to her house. We had planned on cabbing, but the night was too fresh and the alcohol made everything seem warmer and more safe (anyone who knows Prince would be a bit worried when they hear of the route we took!).

Saturday morning Becks and I went for breakfast (Nat was too tired, after having an hour and a half of sleep due to being a mom!). We finally got the chance to catch up on the other person's life. It was, as usual, the most enjoyable companionship.

Next off was a birthday party for the 3 Grahams. TJ and I got there late, but were just in time for cake (and to meet another Dal student). Then we all went out to Dana's cabin for some veggie dogs, Keiths, dancing on the porch (and dock, and bow of Ian's boat...), booze cruise, and being piggy backed around and nearly falling down the embankment. We (Greg, Kristina, TJ, Schuyler, Norm (and his girlfriend), Dana, Darci, Lisa, Dana's 3 roomates, and eventually Adam (though this is more word of mouth, as I remember very little of his presence) all fell asleep scattered through the cabins. Me, on a double bed, just friends spooning with Kristina.

The next morning, I felt a bit sick, but did decide to hit the road with Greg and Kristina, with plans of 4x4ing with Kris, but instead we were toured around Kris' farm with an insane amount of really cool animals. Kris' mom takes animals in that are very old, or sick, or that people just dont want. (For those that it interests (mostly me), there were like 15 cats there! Some siamese, some fluffy and white, and 2 with extra toes, no kittens though!!!) After we left the fun really started! We got to Quesnel and somehow I was convinced to get on a motor bike. WHICH WAS THE FUNNEST THING THAT I HAVE EVER DONE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!!! We zipped around the track so many times, and I couldn't stop smiling. I followed Steve (Greg's Dad) for so long and he said that I caught on so quickly. He said that I had my knee like 2 inches from the ground on one of the corners. I wiped out once, and may have sprained my thumb, but I had no urge to stop. I could have kept riding all day. I can't stop thinking about how much fun it was. I don't know how I can incorporate motorbiking into my summer, but I am going to try so hard. I honestly get all excited when I think about it!!!!!!!! :)

After that we had dinner, headed back into town, and then G, K and I went to the drive in. We turned the 4runner into a sweet recliner and watched Surf's Up (the Penguin movie) and some of Spider Man 3 (I saw "some of" because I had no urge to watch it again, and was asleep before the credits were over). The next morning (this is Monday for those who are keeping track), I decided to stay in Prince George for a couple of days, and went for breakfast with TJ and Adam. Then TJ had to leave so Adam and I went to Bear Lake and layed on the beach and sipped Japanese beer from a brand new Nalgene bottle (and went swimming and didn't even contract swimmer's itch... yet...) Then I headed on my way back home, with a heavy heart (and foot, I totally made my personal best time home). I nearly hit 2 bears. When I finally got into my house I took out my contacts and watched a episode (or two) of Lost before falling exhaustedly into bed after the best weekend of the summer for sure.

I'll post pictures when Adam the thief decides to give back my camera, or whenever Kristina sends me the disk.
I hope your weekend was as good as mine!