Her Face Is A Map of the World

Awww. Wee-Me is so cute. Thanks to Rosie for posting that up the other day. I never seem to find that stuff on my own. Mind you, what do you look for? Come to think of it there isn't much on the net that I do outside of my routine. E-mail, MSN, blogging, gaming, myspace, and a few other things here and there.

I need to work on my website. It's pitiful. I want to link up my rants. Plus, I've got to upload an interview I did with an author friend of mine. Erika Griffin, who wrote a great short story called "The One Who Waited" on Halloween cause it's like a twist on horror romance genre! I know what you're thinking, "Horror Genre?" Think about it, every horror movie where there's a love element, it's generally vampires (Underworld, Underworld: Evolution just to name 2 flicks of the top of my mind) and it's some grand story that's kind of mushy and romantic in it's own bloody and twisted way. Well, this story isn't like that at all. You can check out Erika's site (linked above) for deets on the book, other titles, etc. Pick it up, it's a good read.


Last night was my birthday supper at my parents house. I was a bit surprised, considering it's not my birthday til Thursday. (I turn 22 people, try to keep up) I think getting older definately sucks. Not because I'm a year older, and I feel like I've done nothing (I have, although the ole love life could use a little work). No no, it's because no one makes a big deal about your birthday after a while. No special request supper (not that the roast chicken wasn't delicious), no candles on the cake (at least there was cake) and a card with some money handed to me while I helped my step-mom clean up the supper dishes. My grandparents came over for supper, wished me a happy birthday. Nothing serious or special. It's not that I wanted more stuff, or anything but you realize after 21 years of people making a big deal of your day, it's kind of a let down when you hit that "it's not important" age. Honestly, not about the presents. I think I was more disappointed with no candles on the cake than I was by anything else. Oh well, c'est la vie.

Thursday (the 'big day') I'll probably go see my stepmom. Dad and Grampy are going to check out a hockey game that night. So, we might watch a 'chick flick'. Not sure what we'll watch. I'm thinking Over the Hedge
which isn't exactly a chick flick persay. Not sure what else is out there for girl movies. I'll figure something out, I have over 100 DVD's in my collection. I should be able to find something. Hopefully.

Friday I'm going to hang out with Brandy. Maybe we'll go into town and have some fun for a bit. Brandy found where they sell that game Mille Bornes. Both of us have wanted that game (I've played it on the PC) and we ply cards so much that we need a new one every now and then to keep things fresh. We play a lot of Wizzard, Double Series and Skipbo (which I can't friggin' find anymore) and Uno. I kind of wanted to go out on Saturday but I refuse to go alone. Besides, I'd get there, be too nervous to talk to anyone and even if I did, the whole time I would think it would turn out like JP or worse, like Keith.

On a note about Keith, I have to laugh at what I've been hearing through the grapevine about his new girl. The one who's "perfect". She, apparently, stayed the week at his place (not like that...he lives with his parents, older brother, and his neice and nephew) and they had some sort of a scrap after he was already bitchy about being woken up by his brother's kids, no hot water, and he said the wrong thing to Marie-Claude. She got pissy, he got pissier. According to his journal, they have a lot of little fights. At least I can say that about our time together, we didn't fight. Even when a bug crawled up his ass, we didn't fight with eachother. Sucks to be him. He thought the grass would be greener on the other side of that fence. Turns out it's the same grass, different yard.