Dear Roland

Well, there's good news and bad news, roland. Good news: Classes are cancelled! Can stay at home and drink soup! Bad news: I'm stuck on this god-forsaken hill! It snowed enough last night, apparently, to warrent them closing the campus. That means no buses working, and the recommendation that we don't try and drive down the hill.
I'm stuck! And it probably means I won't be able to go to dance tonight (Wah! no seeing people...)
Sigh.. at least I still have you... and the internet...

Just a quick note: I understand the buses! Well, at least enough to get to the Sky Train! Yay! I am feeling accomplished! Also, found the awesomest soup place!
I think that's it for now; otherwise things are the same: made cookies, watched Futurama, went to classes (Oh, speaking of which: One of my classes ended up being not on images IN culture, as I assumed from its title, "Culture and Images", but on ethnographic documentaries, like as in a film study class. The teacher seemed to think that most of the people in the class would be film study students. They were not.)
I'll let you know if anything big develops, but I'm on my way back to the 'wack this weekend, and hopefully on to Twelfth Night as well.
Bye!

Edit: Oh yeah, forgot to tell you about my other roommates! Apparently all three of them are Kinesiology majors, which makes me feel a little fourth wheelish, but meh, I'll live. They're all nice, and we usually have dinner together in the evenings, so we aren't all anti-social and do actually hang out a bit. I'll let you know more as i know more.
Ciao!

Ok, so I've met the girl who'll be living in the room next to mine, and she seems to be alright. Her name is Almira, and she seemed to share my feelings about the food situation, so that's cool. My other roommates names are apparently Katie and Courtney (Saw Courtney briefly, but didn't really talk). Almira seems cool enough, and fairly laid back so she should be alright.
Went for a walk around campus, and it started snowing! It was really pretty, and I took a lot of photos (See Facebook), but it started to get pretty cold by the time I got to the Academic Quadrangle. I had to find the only building that appeared to be open on a Sunday, and grab a crappy vending machine coffee so that I could stay warm. By the tie I got back, my pants were soaked, but I got inside and had soup, and everything seems to be ok now.
I miss everybody, Roland. Its weird that I won't see them probably until the weekend, if I see them then at all. Ah well, I'll be seeing some people at least on Tuesday at Dance practice (Brion is the best!), so that should hopefully help a bit.

I'll let you know how classes go tomorrow!

Well, here I am in my new room, Rolls. Its not terribly big, but its more than enough room for me =). Have yet to meet my roommates (well, sort of met one, but she won't be back until Sunday). It looks like I'm the new girl; as far as I can tell the other three lived here last semestre as well. Hopefully they'll be alright.
The campus is BIG. I think I will probably get lost pretty frequently. Tomorrow I think going around and finding all of my classes would be a good idea. Tonight I get a residents orientation, which should be ok. Aparently they have DDR and Guitar Hero, so hopefully I'll fit in in that respect. I have a window, and some pretty decent lighting, so that should be alright (although when I turn the light on, it flickers before it will turn on fully). The furnature here looks pretty old, but sturdy enough, so it should be ok.
I'll be back in Chilliwack on Saturday, for Mike's birthday, so I'll be able to see everyone then, which is good. I'm going to miss everybody a lot...

Alright, well, I'll let you know more when I know more =)
Bye, Roland.

UPDATE: Went to Orientation tonight, met a bunch of other newbies who are living on 'Rez'. They seem pretty cool, but a lot of people from out of the country! I think beside my 'Clan Leader' I was the only person there from BC (And the next closest person was from Quebec). I was pretty cool, and I would have stayed for the meet and greet party afterwards, but I'm still pretty ill, so I thought coming home and getting some rest was a better idea.

Christmas: 5 days, 45 min
New Years (Masque): 12 days
SFU: 15 days

Oi.. so many things have been happening, Roland. Have I mentioned to you that I got into Simon Fraser University, and will be living on Campus? I thought I had... Either way, yeah.. going to be in Burnaby for 3 and a bit months. Going to be away from everyone. Including boyfriend... I just hope he can come and see me often....
Nice thing, though: just found out that I'll be able to get a ride into Dance practice most tuesdays! Yay! One of my dance compatriots lives right close by and drives a bunch of people out to Chilliwack every Tuesday, and offered me a place in the van if I'd like it. Yay!

Its weird, though; I'm not going to be working while I'm out there, so this is going to be my last month at Starbucks. I think I'm going to miss the people. I don't know if I'll miss coming home smelling of coffee, though. (The discount? I will miss the discount. And the free coffee...)

i will have internet, so I will have to start updating you more often, and letting people at home know what's going on.

Here starts the countdown, Rolls...

SO much fun tonight, Roland. We closed Starbucks early, had our little staff meeting on our new christmas drinks and stuff... and then a few of my co-workers and I got to put up the decorations! So fun, and so cool. The store is completely transformed. The whole merchandise wall is stuffed (but tastefully) with red, white, green, and frosty blue mugs and coffee tumblers.
I love Christmas. I love finding presents for people, the food, the smells... and I love the decorations. Its nice to have a workplace and a boss that gets so into the Christmas spirit. The place looks like its December already, and my boss still wants to put up more stuff (yay!). Its going to be fun working these next couple months.
Whenever I see Christmas decorations, I get that little kid feeling again, like there's magic in the world, and snowball fights, and warm drinks after being out in the wet and cold.
I am Happy =).

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, rolls, but I've been really busy.
That's one of the reasons for this, actually... I am in sore need of rant.
Its about 5 in the morning right now. I have to be at work in half an hour. This in itself wouldn't be so bad, but I had to work at 5 yesturday, and I seem to be able to get less and less sleep a night. My sleep schedule is never the same two nights in a row, and its starting to take its toll...
I'm starting to feel like I have no time anymore. And when I do have a few moments not to be doing anything, i feel bad because I have so much that i feel like i SHOULD be doing. The other night, I took a night off from rehearsal, partly because for the last couple of rehearsals I have been window dressing, and haven't been doing much that was terribly productive. That's alright with me; I like watching, I like helping others with lines, but if the people who are in my scenes aren't there, or we're not doing a scene that I'm in, which usually follows no one from my scene being there, then my being there doesn't seem to be a big deal. not to mention I worked at 5 in the morning the next day, so I needed some sleep; I usually get home from the practice at 9:30 if I'm lucky...
So i didn't think that taking a night off would be so bad. But then i get a cal saying that practice was cancelled due to lack of people. And now I feel awful because it feels like its my fault that no one got to do anything.
So now I feel like I shouldn't be taking time off, because my time could be put to better use trying to get all of the things done that i need to for the end of the year.

...I need a vacation, rolls... I'm just so tired... School, work, SCA... I need to see people, and I've barely done so in the past while...

alright, I need to go to work... I'll catch up with you later.... hopefully..

Ok, so have you ever heard of the book 'The Golden Compass' by Phillip Pullman? So, they're making a movie of it. YAY!!




Let me know what you think.

I am pissed. I really hate it when people try and manipulate my feelings, and tonight I recieved an email that seemed to try and do this to the largest extent anyone ever has before. This may not have been its intent, but it sure felt like it... so yeah... kind of pissed, rolls....

Hey Roland. Yes, it's true. These vagabond shoes have strayed me home. (Alright, fine.. no more 'New York, New York' jokes...) It was a lot of fun, but I am glad to be home.

I know you asked for the Day-today-, rolls, so I'll tell it to you here, and that way I can tell these stories once to you, but don't have to 'too' many more times.... (yay for lazy jet-lag day!)

DAY ONE: Alright, technically this is days one and two, but bear with me:
We had to stay overnight at a hotel in Vancouver, because the airline we were originally taking hates us. We WERE going to fly out of abbotsford, go to Toronto, and then fly down to New York, but our airline decided to move our flight so that we only had an hour and a half to get to our plane in Toronto. This wouldn't be so bad, but we'd have to go through American Customs (ah...), AND pick up our bags to take them to the next location, our original airline not able to take us to the 'States (so no transfering luggage for us..). So This would have sucked. So, we had to change flights, so that we at least got three hours between. However, our flight now left out of Vancouver, and at 7:30 in the morning. They recommend you get there at least two hours ahead of time. So yeah. We stayed at a hotel with shuttle service to the airport, and had to get up at like 4 30 am (gross.)
The airport was alright (why do they reccomend you get there two hours early if they won't let you check your baggage until an hour and a half before your flight?), and the flight itself was pretty uneventful (got to watch Stargate, woo!). Getting through American Customs, while it did take a while, was fairly painless.
We got into New York late that night, got into our hotel (which ended up being sort of apartment looking (actually called 'Radio City Apartments')), and took a little walk around time square (it was just right there), to stretch our legs.

DAY TWO: (Yes, I know: actually DAY THREE...)
Day two was designated for the Museum of Modern Art. So. Very. Cool.
I won't go through everything that was there, but I'll let you in on the highlights:
Quite a few Picassos. Demoiselles (totally spelt that wrong...), the one with the three musicians, some of his cubist work, and even a couple of his earlier pieces that actually looked like real people were there. it was pretty cool.
Monet's Waterlilies. So pretty. So very big.
A couple of Jackson Pollocks. Very Pretty and blochy, but nice.
A couple Duchamps, neat 'Dada' guy who did stuff like put bicycle wheels through stools (also the guy who did the urinal thing, but that wasn't there). I like his stuff.
Oh, what am I forgetting... OH YEAH. Van Gogh, probably my favorite painter, had a couple of little paintings there. Oh what was that one called, oh that's right.... A STARRY NIGHT! I know. I know. Yeah, I know. It was so fantastic. I bought a print of it. Words cannot describe. You have to go to New York, even if its just to see that.
There's other stuff that I'm forgetting, but there was just so much... can't tell you everything here...

Evening, went to see... SPAMALOT! Yay! It was good, a few things left out I would have liked to see, and a few things put in that were really funny. If you get the chance, and you like Monty Python, go see it. It's great. Got an 'I'm not dead yet...' button, so yay.

DAY THREE:
Empire State Building Day! Definitely worth it, if you go. I know its touristy, and you have to wait a while, but for this kind of view of the city, do it. (I'll put up pictures ASAP).

This was also shopping downtown day! Sister and I found a couple of great stores, which should come somewhere closer... one place called 'Strawberry', and another called 'Forever 21'. Both good shopping (although I didn't buy anything from them that day...).

That night was the musical 'Wicked'. My God. It was so amazing. I know you're a livejournal, and can't see musicals, but it was spectacular. The sets were fantastic, the singing was superb, the costumes were pretty amazing. It's sort of about what happened to the witches before and behind the scenes of Dorothy coming to Oz. I would have thought it would be kind of hokey... but it was so not. It's based on a book, so you, and everyone who reads you, if they get the chance, should read it (same name). I'm going to try and see if the library has it somewhere...

DAY FOUR:
This was Museum of Natural History day. Really neat. Lots of Dinosaurs (hehehe... the twelve-year-old in me jumps up and down and claps her hands). It was pretty big, and we didn't get to see everything (some things you had to pay extra for), but what we did see was awesome.

Oh! My dad and I went into this really neat room, with this big spherical [] thing, but all around it were these signs, and the signs kept comparing its size to different, increasingly smaller things, like, saying that if it were the size of the explorable universe, this little marble would be these collection of galaxies, and if this were the sun, this would be jupiter, and so on, right down to 'if this were this kind of germ, this would be a hydrogen atom'. It was so cool.

We couldn't spend all day in there, because we had to go stand in line to try and get half-priced tickets for this play we wanted to go see that night, called 'Talk radio'. It's weird the people you meet in lines... Like this guy, who came up to us, and was probably working for this restaurant, because he gave us there flier things for it... but then he just stood there, telling us these jokes, that were not all that funny... it was weird. We did get tickets though.

It was my sister's birthday, so we went to the restaurant of her choice that night: a place called 'Stardust' that advertised 'singing wait staff'. I kid you not. Fifties Style diner type place, where the wait staff take turns singing to the assembled. Aparently they get like, ten birthday parties there a night. It was nuts, but definitely an experience...

Talk Radio was really good (none of the shows we saw were bad). Again, I know you're a livejournal, but if it's ever up somewhere where you can see it, I highly recommend it. It kind of sucked, because right before it started, the seats right in front of us were empty, and this woman came from nearer to the back and sat in them! She pays for cheaper tickets, and thinks that she, rather than anyone else who may have wanted to sit in them, should get to. The usher even came down and asked her to get back to her seat, but she refused! She said it was because there was a person in front of her who was blocking her view. I have news for you, lady: you were blocking mine! It was still good though.

Oh, weirdest thing happened on the way back to the hotel, though: We were walking back, discussing the play, and just out of no where, Spiderman walks by. We didn't even really register that it had happened for a moment. Aparently New York was having some kind of 'Spiderman Week', to celebrate his show release in his 'home town', and he was coming back from an appearance. Go figure.

DAY FIVE:
We were silly, Rolls, but we thought we could fit it all in, not having a show that night.
This day was the Guggenheim, Central Park, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art day. yeah, I know. We were foolish.

Guggenheim was cool, just for the archetechture alone. (Have you ever seen the beginning of 'Men in Black'? remember the circular building he chases that guy up? thats it.) Quite a few cool things in it, nothing hugely of note, but it wasn't that big. Still worth it, though.

Oh, almost forgot. We had to walk through Central Park in order to get from our subway station to the Guggenheim. Really pretty, lots of joggers, but so nice. An apartment near there would definetly cost a pretty penny, but it would be worth it. Oh, forgot to tell you earlier: we saw the place John Lennon was shot, and also the part of Central Park his wife (Yoko) set up in his memory (called 'Strawberry Fields'). Pictures will come, I promise.

Then, we walked down to the Met. So. Very. Much. Stuff. We almost started getting tired on Picassos (although we did get to see some neat stuff from his 'blue period' (who knew picasso did so much stuff??)). Saw some Georgia O'Keefes, some Rembrandts, a couple Dalis, oh, and some more Van Goghs (yay!).

Oh, oh man, rolls... There was this Armoury exhibit on there, that was so awesome. I just wish i could have taken pictures... there was armour and weaponry in there from all over the world, some from as far back as like, 300 ad. It was so cool (although the banners in the main hall would have bothered Ayame... so not actual heraldry..)

That night we... went to bed early. What? We had to get up early... our flight was at 8...

DAY FIVE: started at 4 30 in the morning, new york time, which was about 1 30 chilliwack time. Ew.
Got to the airport, got our stuff through, and we were off.
First plane ride was fiarly uneventful. Second, contained more events. There was a guy sitting in the row beside us, who had obviously banged up his knee pretty bad. The flight attendant offered to give him a seat that was free upfront... but there was this cute girl who was sitting beside him who had been chatting him up... hehe.. and he stayed. It was so cute.
The little TVs in front of us didn't work for about a quarter of the flight, which was bumpy and took almost an hour longer than it had before because of bad winds, but it wasn't that bad. I got cookies, and got to watch Godzilla (oh that's such a bad movie..)

Then, ride back to the hotel where our car was, and drove home (so...very...tired... this is why I waited until now, and not last night to write this...)

So that was pretty much it. Ate in some retaurants, but nothing terribly worth mentioning (besides Stardust). Bought a couple of shirts, and some other things, but anyone reading you will have to wait to see those...

Alright, I have unpacking to do, and things to check, so I'll talk to you later, Roland.

Thanks for being patient.

UPDATE: I can't believe I forgot this... on the Empire State Building Day, we also went on a little boat cruise around Manhatten, saw the Statue of Liberty and stuff. We had a really informative guide, and it was just nice to do something where we could get off of our feet for a while...
Anyway, If I think of anything else I missed, I'll update again.

I'll be leaving for New York tomorrow, so if anyone needs to contact me... well, not so much with the being able to.. I don't think I'll be able to check e-mails, and I probably won't be able to get reception on my cell phone... so yeah..
Hopefully it'll be fun, and I should be back sometime on Sunday night.
Have fun without me, everyone!

Oi.. Roland, I hate to rant... but...
I hate being guilted, or forced into things. Take for example, this
article I read on the declining birthrate in Canada. The woman writing
it made it out to be the fault of 20-30 something year olds not having
children. Alright, fine, I'm alright with that. It's probably true.
However, not only did she blame them, she called them selfish for
choosing not to have children.
This, I don't understand. I mean, yes, there is a certain selflessness
that comes with being a parent. You do have to put your children above
yourself. However, that does not mean that those who do choose not to
have children are selfish. In many cases, of those in particular who
feel they would be unready or unwilling to have children, it is much
less so. And it does not mean that choosing to have a child is
selfless, especially if you are of the belief that it makes you so. I
personally don't think that having a child to prove your selflessness
is a particularly good reason to do so.
Alright, so whatever. I'm 20 (almost), I'm younger than the usual target group
she's speaking to. So what?
The biggest problem I have with this is that she is basically trying to
guilt the upcoming generation into having more children, and raising
the population. How can guilt be a good reason to start a family? How
does a family based on the idea that the children created within it
were created because of guilt, not love, not caring, raise healthy,
well adjusted adults? And how does this woman get off telling us that
we have the duty to do this? How does she get off saying that we are
bad, selfish people if I choose either to hold off on having, or not
have children? Isn't it more important that these children grow up in
loving homes than our economy might have to be more based on
immigration?
Alright, I understand that a lot of my anger is based off of an
individualist society's values (yay linguistics text book), but
shouldn't we be looking out for these children, rather than the
possibility that more people might help the economy (younger, larger,
unready families are harder to feed/raise poverty level?)?
Regardless, I dislike being guilted into doing things. It leaves bile
in my mouth, and makes me feel backed into a wall. Guilt is not a
reason I feel should compel me to do things. Love, yes. A moral sense
of right and wrong, definitely. But not guilt. I want to not do
something because I think it is wrong, not because I think I might feel
guilt if I do. I don't want to be afraid of guilt. Guilt is not
necessarily the product of wrong doing; it can simply be a product of
conditioning. My society may say 'yes', but unless I can reason out
why, that is no reason to do something.

Anyway, just needed to get that off my chest... Thanks, Rolls.

My voice, that sweet little thing we all know and love (most of the time..) has left me. I squeak. I have to miss work. Laryngitis sucks...

UPDATE: Doctor thinks it might be strep throat. This means I'm contageous. I'm am officially off work for 5 days, and I'm on antibiotics. This is kind of depressing..

bleh... If I'm not better by tomorrow.. well.. i just better be...

So, Roland, ask me what month this is. Its, like, an hour and twenty minutes to March. And what, what's that you say? It's snowing? that's right, Roland, it's snowing. It's snowing like crazy. In. sane. I'm just glad everyone's safe inside, or not going up to their cold little cabin up in the middle of nowhere (not to mention anyone in particular or anything.....)

Anyway, what's been happpening lately.. oh yeah, Starbucks. We had our little 'Friends and family openning day' thing today, which went really well. I think I'm going to like the new store. It's really new, and kind of neat. There's even a little sort of living room-ish area for people to sit in. It was weird today; people came in and just hung out for like two hours. I mean, granted, it was cold out, and drinks were by donation, so stuff was pratically being given away, but still. We had a ton of people, and everyone seemed to be in such a good mood. It was great.
I think my supervisors like me too, which is always a plus. The guy who used to be the resident coffee expert for the other starbucks seems to be grooming me to be this store's expert, so yay, that would be cool. Go black aprons.

Well, maybe the snow will mean I won't have math tomorrow. While missing classes can sometimes be unfortunate, I wouldn't mind having a day off. As you can probably tell from my lack of contacting you lately, I've been pretty busy with work and school and stuff. How I actually manage to see people, I'll never know.

Anyway, just in case I actually have to drive in this stuff tomorrow, I'm going to head for bed. Get some sleep, Rolls, and dream deep, snowy dreams for me.

...baby, its cold outside...

Normally, Roland, I avoid putting these results up. But this one was interesting... I know, I feel bad... I promise, I'll try not to become a junky and post these test result things more than.... twice a month.....

The Window Shopper Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf) Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper. You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You're a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it's likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You've had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there'll be much more to come. Your exact opposite: The Stiletto Deliberate Brutal Sex Master Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns. Your ideal match is someone who'll love you back with equal fire, and someone you've grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs. BEWARE: The Hornivore CONSIDER: The Gentleman, The Loverboy, The Boy Next Door Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Anyway, we'll see if any good... or bad... comes of this.

You're not a Hornivore, are you Roland?
Good thing I'm not dating you.....

You didn't get to hear it, and it was requested of me by my lord, so I'm letting you see the poem I wrote for the pheonix bardic tourney Tuesday night. Hope you like it, Rolls.

Andrea's Sonnet 01

My lord's eyes are... somewhat like the sun;
Black is far less black than his clothing coal;
If hair be silken threads, his are undone;
If skin be like to snow, his hands are cold.
I have seen roses offered, red and white,
But no such roses has he offered me;
Exotic perfumes on some necks alight,
But I have yet to see one 'Eau de Nuit'.
I'd love to hear him play, yet he has not
Much troubardoric nature to me shown;
He dies well enough, for me he has fought,
But we have yet to see him on the throne!
But roses die, and thrones are lost to time,
And I care not, so long as you are mine.

Alright, that's enough out of me for today. I'm tired, and a little sore (pulled a muscle in my leg :( )

Hope you had a Happy Valentine's day, Roland. <@

Yes, Roland, you read right; Garth, my beloved truck, had his last drive with me today. I took him out to fairfield island and we had a nice drive in the back roads. Hopefully whoever I end up selling him to will appreciate him as much as I did.
But yes, Rolls, this means I need a new car. Oh no, wait! I have one! She's pretty cute: a '97 pontiac grand prix, deep orangey red, like a sexy lipstick color. And yes, the same girl who named garth is going to be naming this one as well. This time, however, I got a whole chest for the naming rights, complete with lungs, ribs underneath and heart (not that I didn't own that bit already on this particular person ;) ). Go me. I'll let you know when she's got a name.

I'm not overly fond of the supposedly 'scary' movies these days. A while ago, there was this one called 'black christmas', who's tag line was something along the lines of 'This Christmas, [insert name here] had his family... for dinner. Now, years later, he's going after the sorority girls who are living there!' I've gotta say, as far as movie plots go, its starting to get a little tired, and come on... that's just lame.
I'm also getting tired of the 'little kids are creepy' gimmick they have going. We get it. Its no longer shocking. if that's what you want to do with these movies, you'll have to find something new. I don't know, I'm not terribly entertained by today's scary movies. I mean, stuff like 'psycho', now that's good stuff. It's creepy, it's unexpected, and it's clever. Sixth Sense kept you guessing. Silence of the Lambs had the element of mystery, plus, come on, Anthony Hopkins and Jody Foster are both awesome actors. Why shouldn't horror movie actors be scrutinized in the same manner as any other? Why are we only concerned with how shocking it is, rather than how well down the movie is?
Sorry, done with the ranting, Roland. For now, anyway.

Ok, Now that I've got a few things off my chest (not the one I own, the one attached to my ribs), I think It's time to go on to other things, or possibly head to bed. I have to wash and vacuum Garth so he's ready for his first looking over tomorrow night.
Goodnight, Roland.
Sweet Dreams.

Just a quick update Roland; I told you I'd let you know how my interview went. It was alright, and I'll hopefully get a second interview (it's not like I don't have experience in both coffee and customer service).
My day was... alright. Classes were kind of dull, driving was a nightmare, but I got to see my boyfriend between classes, and I finished the favor I was making him. But It's been kind of a long day. I'm kind of glad I didn't go anywhere tonight. People will probably be gone 'til the wee hours of the morning, so I'm probably on my own; again, it'll give me some time to recharge, so its all good.

Did I mention how much I love futurama, Rolls? 'Cause I do. It's so clever. And stupid. And fun. yay! "When I'm with you, every day seems like double soup tuesday." Fantastic.
Alright, that's all for tonight. We'll see how tomorrow's D'n'd game goes, and possibly give you another update.
'Night Roland.

I officially suck at guitar hero II. There are no other words. I know I was told that I'm not that bad, Rolls, but... I mean, come on... I couldn't even do easy mode... yeah.. it was that bad.

Other things were better, though. Oh, man, Roland, I love my new philosophy class. Greek history and philosophy all rolled into one? that just equals fun. Plus, we totally figured out that cheese is the arche of the universe, so awesome. (That means everything is made of cheese :) )

Oh, got to meet my boyfriends friends today too. That was... interesting. Honestly, Roland, it was a) kind of intimidating, and b) kind of overwhelming. I mean, their all nice and everything, and a bit crazy, which is cool, but I felt a bit like an outsider. Ok, scratch that; a lot like an outsider. The inside jokes and stuff, Rolls, kind of made me feel confused and unincluded. Whatever, though. Eventually, I'll either understand, or I'll have my own with them, so its cool.
I hope he wasn't too upset with me. We told him we were going to make him over, and he seemed pretty adverse to that. I mean, you know me, Roland, I'd never force him to do anything. I just hope he gets that. I mean, it'd be fun to go out and get him some new clothes, but honestly, he doesn't need it, and if he doesn't want it, it would be stupid of me to try and force it. He's far too good to me for me to try something like that.

I wonder if anyone's figured out who I am yet? I mean, someone probably has, but hey, it'd be cool to be the mysterious stranger for a while.
Anyway, I'll talk to you again tomorrow if anything happens. I'll let you know how my interview with starbucks goes.
Sleep well, rolls.