Day Three and Day Four

Today(s) I am celebrating:

Picnics and Acceptance Emails

One thing that I always long for during winter is the ability to be outside doing nothing. Just sitting, or reading, or eating or something that doesn't require four layers of clothing, and little concern of freezing to what ever you're sitting on. And that is why, come Spring, picnics are in high order. Very high order. I'm pretty sure after lacking sun for so long my body doesn't really know what to make of it. It would explain my tiredness, and how I fell asleep in the shade. I only know this because I woke from a dream, and had to try and figure out where I was.
Picnics remind me of when I was younger, when all we wanted to do was play, be outside and get dirty. And now, in this paranoid, lets-pretend-we're-older-than-we-actually-are-until-we-actually-believe-it, hand sanitizer sits in bathrooms, as if soap isn't enough, and a spot of dirt is something to be ashamed of and must appologize for, even on a child. I miss when I could rub my toes deep into the dirt, or even better yet mud, without worrying about dog pee or goose poop. Somedays just aren't like they used to be.

On another note, I am officially accepted into Canadore's Journalism program. I'm pretty stoaked. When I was in highschool I wrote a column for the local newspaper about the happenings of MSS, my highschool. It lasted for two years. And sometimes I miss it. I haven't thought about it much since then, but as of late God has been bringing it back into my mind. And the more I think about it, the more perfect it really is. I am going to be a writer. I am a writer. I will write to make my living. How wonderful would it be if all dreams came true?

On another note, I am crushed at the way Kevin Sullivan adopted Lucy Maud's work. My life has been a lie up until this point. But Anne the Continuing Story will continue to hold a very, very dear place in my heart, even if it was romanticized.