It's all grey and gloomy outside, and yet I woke up this morning with a very persistent good mood that's decided to stick around. ^_^

Tunes: "Spin," Lifehouse (iTMS); "Good Vibrations," The Beach Boys "Wherever You WIll Go," The Calling. (iTMS)

I call out the names of the winds, the rains, the trees and the grasses, the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea, the stars and planets and everything in between.

Hear my call.

I mourn every loss, every felled tree, every fallen star, every broken egg, every stillborn child, every creature lying dead upon the ground.

Hear me weep.

I celebrate with the birth and rebirth of the world, for every opening flower's bud, for every hatched chick, for every litter of whelps, for every newborn baby's first cry, for every new light in the vast sky.

Hear my joy.

I have to write half of a paper by 8:00 tomorrow night, and I'm working 9-5 tomorrow. Woohoo. As I write, music wavers from my speakers, and a line floated out that always reminds me how much my parents mean to me and how much they care for me:

There was a time I asked my father for a dollar
And he gave me a ten dollar raise
When I needed my mother and I called her
She stayed with me for days

"Prince of Darkness", Indigo Girls

This post will be assembled in the form of thoughts as they cross my mind, so just bear with me.

•Ow.
•I'm in better shape than I ever have been before.
•Ultimate players are some of the coolest people on the planet.
•Ow.

And now, it's time for... random inside jokes!!!

•Tiina Booth is god. She is everywhere.
•Stevie and his adventures in Alaska.
•Bob Wang (Need I say more?).
•The SuperCamp cheers during meals.
•Pretty much anything from Talent Show night.
•Everybody now! Myyyyyyy sister's got a boyfriend...

Lots of love to all of you, you guys rock. Go Fungi!!!

The conversation about what I'm doing this upcoming wek tends to go something like this:

Me: I'm going to camp.

Person I'm Talking To (who shall hereafter be referred to as Brad, on account of the acronym): Oh, really? What kind of camp?

Me: Frisbee.

Brad: *chokes back laughter* Frisbee???

Me: Yes. Frisbee.

Brad: Well, that should be fun. *pause* They have a camp for that?

Well, Brad, I wouldn't be going there if it didn't exist, well would I? Anyway, I am off to the one and only National Ultimate Training Camp, where I will run my behind off and play a LOT of Frisbee. As such, I won't be posting until next Thursday. I know, weird schedule, right? But camp ends then, and I arrive home that night, so yeah. Anyway, I want to leave you with a bizarre and amusing meme:

Si is a Banana-Eating Kung-Fu Monkey ...with a Battle Rating of 8.2 To see if your Food-Eating Battle Monkey can defeat Si, enter your name:

Gotta love monkeys.

Tunes: "Roses", Outkast; "The Saddest Song", The Ataris; and "Master of Puppets", Metallica.

I really really want this shirt.

I've been writing a research paper for a seminar that I've been attending. Now, expository writing is not my forte, but it's a good course with a great teacher and it's something I need practice doing. However, I've been doing my writing in Okito Composer, which is a slightly dated beta word processor that never came to fruition, as before the final product could be completed, the company got bought out by Nisus. Composer has served me well for quite some time, but it has apparently reached the end of its cooperative rope, and has developed a nasty habit of working fine until I've written a fair-sized paragraph or so, and then crashing as soon as I try to save. For the time being I am continuing the project in Appleworks, but am keeping my eyes open for a user-intuitive, free, and aqua-native word processor to keep me going. That aside, I'm on the high end of a mood swing, and am riding it for all that it's worth. ^_^

For lack of something meaningful to say, I'm posting scraps of incomplete lyrics amd poems I've composed over the last few years. Maybe this'll give me some motivation to do something with them. our cups arent half empty or even half full there was never anything in them to begin so we stack them together like childrens toys but theres still space inside _________________________ as long as she's not there i can go on with my life i can dream without her always in my mind but when i see her, feel her prescence near she fills my every sense with bliss _________________________ nothing is quite what it seems floating in my lucid dream everything does what i say and all my cares just fly away _________________________ celestial showers pouring cascades warm as blood small drops fall impacting craters in the ground

Before I get to rambling, I have two dedications to make. First, many thanks to Marilyn and Ross for putting up with four teenage boys for a week. There are not many people who are that brave and patient. Secondly, congratulations and best wishes to Neil and Roseann Harris. God bless. Now, to the rambling. Things I love about Canada: •Milk in a bag. Too cool. •FiveAlive juice. And no, the five fruits are NOT apple, cheese, broccoli, pimentos, and piglets. •Tim Horton's. Like Dunkin' Donuts, but so much better. •Poutine. Instant heart attack. •Toonies. Practical, and you can make all sorts of animals on the back. •It's just plain beautiful country, eh? I had loads of fun with my friends at the Scavuzzo's cottage up on Clearwater Lake. Lots of cards, swimming, tubing, and various random antics at the drop of a hat. Toronto seemed to me to reflect Chicago, but less cramped, cleaner, and much more comfortable and laid back. Niagara Falls is a stunning sight, and well worth a visit if you get the chance. And now I have to crash, because I started the day in Washego, OT, and am now in Evanston, IL. It's been a long day.