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So. Long day today - snowshoeing up on the Tablelands, and digging snowpits, and having a snowball fight when we were done, and then hiking back down. I'm so beat :p

Er... beat as in tired, as opposed to beat like Jack Kerouac.

It was fun, though. Everyone else on the floor except for one other girl went to Rezbash (end of semester supper and dance) tonight, and the two of us that were left made supper for ourselves: pancakes, bacon, and toutons. So very, very, very bad for us. Then we had chocolate for dessert and watched the Simpsons :p

I really want to work on my 'bird adaptations to winter' paper right now, but I had this cool idea for Charlie!fic, sort of. It starts: "They say I was good enough to play for England.", and is about Quidditch and dragons and why the latter proved more appealing.

I'm not sure I'm the right person to write it, but it would be nice to write something long enough to be on FictionAlley.

I can seeeeee youuuuuu...

I don't know why, but my eyes seem to have changed their minds, colour-wise, and are sticking with one instead of shifting around from day to day. They used to be grey-green, and now they're just green. I like it. It's weird, though, because both my mum and my dad have eyes that are on the bluish side of grey, and my sister has brown eyes, which is a dominant, and I can't remember what green comes from genetically, so it's been fun to figure out. For my sister to have brown eyes, she must have gotten it from one our parents (nope, no doubt as to ancestry before you ask, because she looks like people from both sides of the family!), but since it's dominant, you'd think Mum or Dad would have brown eyes. But then, Nicki's colouring is different from the three of us anyway - Mum, Dad and I are all dark-haired, paleish-skinned, with cold-coloured eyes, and here's Nicki, who looks like she's been carved out of Baltic amber. I confess I'm slightly jealous, because she's gorgeous. We're neither of us ugly at all, but I'm 'cute', whereas she's going to be stunningly elegant in a couple of years, once she's finished growing up.

Although she's sixteen now. My little baby sister is nearly sixteen and a half years old, is going to graduate from high school in just over a year. That makes me feel weird. Life is going on.

I miss her very much. Not my parents so much, though I love them, but I miss my little sister. I'm not sure why, because we were never 'close, do everything together' sisters, even if we have been a lot closer in the last couple of years, but I do miss her. I even miss her rolling her eyes at me and going 'Em, you're such a dork. Get out of my room.' Because I was being a dork :p

I am a dork. Live with it.

Quebec had its first legal gay marriage yesterday, two guys from Pointe-Claire who have been very active in fighting for that right. I wonder if Pat and Don (two of the guys from my old theatre company) will be getting married? I hope so - they've been together for ages. I am very proud of my country. There are things, politics wise, that I don't like about it, but it makes me so glad to see us doing the right thing, even when the country to the south of us which likes to dictate to us does otherwise.

(My geography teacher pointed out that the population of Canada is massing along the American border. I think we should invade. They'd never see it coming. Because honestly, which self-respecting country in possession of many weapons of mass destruction and enough military might to fight two wars at once would fear _Canada_? We've done it before, we can do it again.)

I'm waffling. Susan me.

I wish it would rain. I wrote a poem to that effect a while back... there's something about rain which releases all my tension.

Mum's arriving in two and a half weeks. It should be fun. I'm going to take her up to Gros Morne park for a day, to show her the p^lace I'm calling my cathedral, where you stand on a ledge and the valley spreads out below you, and the world is ancient and young at the same time. I hope it's sunny that day.

I'm writing that Charlie fic. I'm trying to make it a bit funny, but I don't know if I'm succeeding. Charlie doesn't seem to have the same sense of humour as I do.

Maybe I should write some poetry, and then I could be beat like Kerouac.

For anyone interested.

( Charlie!fic snippet )