May.

Biggest joke of my life. Every year without fail.

Dogs Vs Xbox.

Im always busy, since i started work last week days have been crazy awesome.

9am DOGS.

When im done i come home and play xbox, yes i know im really cool but theres not much else to do right now as miss dietrich lives in the middle of no where and it takes a trek and a half to see her for 2 days. I guess i could make a journey down to Vic to see friends but sometimes im not done till 6 and it doesnt seem worth it.

My weekends are consumed by traveling WHICH i dont mind if i get to see you.

All i have to say today is . . .

Dont let it bottle up.

Let it out.

Its not an excuse, it helps me sleep. I promise.

Take you own advice.

Forget it.

Forgive it.

Move forward.

Busy, Busy.

Life is Amazing.

The last couple weeks have been kinda insanely crazy but so awesome and life changing! Moving into our new little 2 bedroom town house with all Our things feels wonderful. I finally feel at home and settled. Love you mama.

Things im so excited for

-Pash Chaplin Gilbert arrives the week of the 24th!

-Start work at the new shop tomorrow 9am Ravashing Rover!

-New house with mum is Perfect!

-My first SUMMER trip to PRives is going to be wicked! (cant wait to see everyone)

-Being able to bike to work in the beautiful weather ER day!

-My new bedroom furniture comes today!

Everything in life right now is finally sorting its self out, it feels like my dad hand picked this house as every single item of our furniture fits just perfectly. Thank you daddy.

Now a weird thought for everyone thats going to read this, have you ever thought about going to space? Imagine doing years and years of training on earth finally being shot into space, floating around in the Universe then all of sudden feeling claustrophobic? What the eff do you do? You cant get out cause you'll internally combust, and you cant go back to earth just like that. Just thought i would put that into your head and make you wonder WTF would you do?

The Move.

Calgary, AB.

I love and Hate coming to Calgary.

Love - Like visiting all the amazing people that live here and having a damn good time with them, Bars, houses, wings, malls, dancing, drinking, smoking, loving it all! Missing it everyday.

Hate - Brings back a million memories of my dad. Having to leave after a matter of days, and trying to squeeze everyone i love into hours. This time? Packing, moving the house from one province to another. Packing causes less hours to see my favorite people. Sad face.

Moving is an emotional roller-coaster, leaving the house my dad designed for us as a family is being left behind. Being able to move forward and live in another beautiful province is a privilege. Packing and listening to old heart throbs my parents shared making my mom cry and not letting me turn them off rips my heart out. Im not emotionally stable enough to handle my moms tears.

This week is coming to an end fast.

Today - Packing. Lame.

Tonight - Wings = MEGAN AND NICK. I cant wait to see you.

Tomorrow - Packing. Allday and Allnight.

FridayDay - Packing. YAY.

FridayNight - Not yet decided but dinner at 830 with R and B then possibly onto Vinyl.

SaturdayDay - If Calgary can stop being a Cynthia and stop snowing and raining, Drunk Zoo.

SaturdayNight - Twisted? Possibly/Probably Drunk round 3.

SundayDay - Positively hung over. Relax.

SundayNight - Do nothing.

Monday - Visit Daddy whilst leaving for BC.

This time, i dont feel like coming back.

P.s You hold my world together.