Tell Me Your Favourite Sad Song

Hello Kelly. I can't remember if I ever actually responded to your email. Sometimes I have eloborate pre-conversations with people in my head and then forget to have the real one. Yes, yes I am going to become a counselling psychologist, why do you ask? Anyhoo, recent news: I'm trying to burn my friend a c-d of sad songs because her grandpa just died but neither of my computers are cooperating with me and have not been cooperating with me since I started this project 8 hours ago. Grrrrrrrr. It's been a busy second last week before school starts again. I went with a new best friend I met on the trip to Israel (Skye) to a cabin on the edge of a lake near Radium for a couple days of real vacation. It was good: we prayed together; chatted about school, faith, family, and friends; went swimming and rafting in the lake with Skye's 2 little brothers and taught them a little about prayer; went mini-golfing, bumper-carring, Austrian cuisine eating, and hot springs soaking with her family; then we booked it back to Calgary to work on her Israel papers for a few quiet hours in her home before the rest of her family arrived back home. That night, once home, I spent talking on the phone to my sister Val about her summer camp counselling experience and arranging meeting times with friends and my boss for the next couple days. That was Monday through Wednesday. Thursday I worked from 8:30 am til 4:45 pm at my boss' house, cooking, mowing knee-high grass, and putting furniture together while entertaining my coworker and very good friend (Jen)'s daughter. After that, I went home, had supper, then went shopping with Mom, Sam, and Melanie for back-to-school clothes and supplies (YAY, I got a pink troll notebook and muticoloured pens to replace the 8 I exploded while in Israel). Friday I packed to go to another best friend's house (Mel), journaled with God, made a card for Mel's son, showed my 2 friends from Jr. High, (Denise and Sarah, plus Denise' fiance Dan,) the only Israel photos I've actually been able to transfer onto my computer (obviously, I am in need a techie-geek friend...like Jono). From 6 pm until 1 am I grocery shopped, decorated, cleaned, cake-iced, and cooked with Mel in preparation for the 20 guests coming to her 3rd son's first birthday party. On Saturday, we did the same thing until her guests arrived at 2: about half the number who had said they would come. Wow, I've never had that happen...It's all right. Isaiah had fun. Green icing has never looked so cute smeared all over someone's face before. Around 8;30 I went home, watched my family eat supper, walked the dog, watched The Goonies with Dad and Chasey, stayed up and finished a murder mystery I was reading, then read a magazine and the newspaper until 2 while drinking hot chocolate. Then I journaled until 4 am, at which time I encountered my mom who had woken up to do a load of laundry and sent me to bed. Now it's Sunday. I woke up at 7 to answer a friend's phone call and never went back to bed. I made her wheat-free cookies, went art supply shopping with Melanie before Mel's work shift, made my parents lunch, compiled a song list that refuses to burn, cleaned the kitchen, typed a couple emails, and am now getting ready to make a nice, non-computerized sympathy card to take with me when I go to keep my friend company after the ash throwing, around 11 pm tonight. Next week I'm working, hopefully meeting a friend from church, volunteering at the DC, buying text books, starting school, and helping Mel move because her fiend landlord sold the house after Mel and her family had lived there just 2 months and the new owner wants more than double their current rent. Dang it I hate Calgary's real estate market and greedy opportunists right now. Oh yeah, that reminds me: Nolan started moving out to a real (literal?) house church of prayer Tuesday. Now there's no one to yell at me to go to bed after we stay up for late night discussions. I don't know what to do without such an urging. And we got word this week that one of my old friends from the Parkdale Youth group, Amy, is moving in on the 10th or some such date. Now that the play-by-play of my life is over, all I really wanted to say is that I'm tired and I don't want the summer to be over because I love actually being available to spend quality time with friends and family and I won't pretty much as soon as school starts again because I'll be working, taking 5 courses, volunteering, and playing soccer. How'd you like that run-on sentance, eh?