I know you've been waiting. Days have passed, and you have counted them down, as has Anthony. Birthdays have come and now gone, but there is still dates in the future that are eagerly anticipated. Pulsradio sets the mood, and I think about what it would be like if you were here. I also think about what it would be like had you called me. Or what it would have been like had I the courage to talk to you. Let alone the little hand just touched the one, and that's not a stab at michael. That's just a. ricies.

There is something inside Ryan. Something that you have been waiting to say. As you build up the courage to say it, it comes out. It does. But it's in a language that you can't even understand. Someone better pinch you, and quickly because you're speaking the hell croation, and the look on your face, and your accent is making it look and sound normal. Quick Pinch me. There is less then a week remaining to get the watermellon and pizza ready.

Two days counted down quickly. And at first what seemed like a silly idea turned into smooth legs, and now I'm unaware of which is which and what is right. Unaware leaves the restless feeling, and thank goodnes you took pictures galore, and are going to be able to stablize them tomorrw when at the moment everything is coming down around you.

Feelings of tired lurk, and loudly at that. Shrugging it off it's easy to reminisce about all that has taken place in the last hours, days, months, and years. You've covered your eyes and your ears for long enough. Boo. Open. Ricies. It's go time. With my new legs, comes a Joshua, and a 1/2 Duplex. As fast at hairstyles, times change, and if you aren't on the ship, you're definitly on the anchor. Either way you should be holding your breath, and wondering what is coming next.

It's evident that something is changing. It's taking place inside others, and inside yourself. It's no secret that you are blind to the outside, but inside it's Crystal. and Slim if you win. Wait. Where did you go? La jeu fini. Korean Ryan. practice. Not french.

When I look into the past it's hard to not, but looking around at the present, selfishly I still can't. Surroundings or somethings. Posession I know is going to change that as will reality. I talked about it actually alot tonight. You weren't specifically mentioned but if someone was keeping tabs on all of the times explicitly. Hollywood.

I can't even say that I'm angry. Actually that would be an outright lie, as I am. But at the same time, money saved is money earned.? and holding hands with saving is time, and time almost wins. Pegs not get involved with time, when it it's so clear, and it's sitting right in front. As you go through a time like this, you'll catch some more sun. You'll workout, you'll run, which will leave people wondering whether this is just a quick faze as you work through your chemistry lessons, or whether this is a real deal, and you're setting yourself up for Post-DSI. If that is the case, mate, you're behind two protein shakes. I can wait though. Patience. Don't remind me. Virtue right? Thanks pops. Oh Shoot. Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs.

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 Two years has quickly passed, and now with two months of contract polished I'm in my last two days of whitening. Two. Actually no three, and that is the number of days I am counting down until the Nelly Furtado Concert. Brett - Random to think that you and I ripped up the Stampede last year, Swollen Members, Sum 41, Fefe Dobson, That kareoke and of course Nelly Furtado.

You'll be proud of the repeat I have going, 151 and all. Although sorry mate, I won't be soiling my pants, throwing up in bed, or waking up on a subway wondering wtf am I doing here.

With both Germany and Brazil knocked out the world cup, it might not be the world cup final that alot of people were expecting. France and Portugal are still to play to qualify for the final, but after France defeated Brazil, I'm with them for the cup. It is football though, and in one game anything can happen.

A todo list in the making, leaves me wondering what I'm going to be doing after work today. * Checks the weather one more time. * Verifies that it's still 30.. Plans a swim and a bbq. A raft with a quiet night on friday, and ready with game faces on Saturday.

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Your due date has now two days since passed, and maybe 06-06-06 isn't the greatest day to be talking about it. Of course it's unreasonable to think that you would be born right on that day, but in the grand scheme of things, it's only a difference of hours, and none the less it's still a special day, and the oldest that you've ever been.

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This past weekend flew by. Edmonton kicked off in a big way with driving a truck full of kids and gear up to our Hotel in the West End. After settling in and a few team meetings later, we went to West Edmonton mall to eat dinner. Even looked around for a bit. As most of everyone had to race the next day, there was some swimming and then curfew. I polished the ring afterwards with a few of the kids that weren't racing. Can't say I really enjoyed it anymore than the first time, but the first time didn't I watch it with, yes, that's right your sister. Speaking of her. How is she doing? - Haven't you...? No It's been over 2 years. Friday was a gorgeous 28 in the sun all day. It is a crazy thought to think about the base that I've already had this year, and then to add on top a 10 hour day. I spent most of the day spinning yawns. To say there was some catching up to do with be a bit of an understatement. For the day: I would place most of my chips out for things having gone well. What are the odds that night though. I don't even like the Spaghetti Factory, and you would have thought after the hour wait we would have gone somewheres else. But. Maybe it was time for reality or whatever this is, to settle back in.

That night was much like the first. Exchange the Ring for E.T., and Sirsten for and empty spot. Sorry E.T. But you are a bit comedy. Saturday turned out to be just like friday, although with less talking, more suntanning, and even more good races. The school did really well, and finished 2nd overall. Second to Scona, who fair enough, represented with even more than our 42. After hanging out with Melanie Fyfe for most of the afternoon, we left back to the hotel after a marathon wait for the official standings and banner. Last year we had a final wind-down pizza party at Pizza hut, and this year the plan was to do the same or to have it at Boston Pizza. Maybe at 5pm the restaurants were packed out, and they really couldn't handle having 50 people come through, but it still does not make sense to me a restaurant turning down soo many paying customers. After that we walked across the street to an Italian restaurant. The guy said that he didn't want us either. I looked at him, and said "There is 50 paying people ready to come through your restauarant, and you are going to turn them down". He looked at me, and said "You not phone". Whether we phoned or not, his restaurant was empty, and actually wait, doesn't matter. The dinner was pretty average, and after a quick run around at West Ed. I was starting to feel the two days in the sun, lack of water, and couldn't be stuffed roaming any more. That is how it was supposed to look. Anyways. Making my way back to the Hotel with my truck full again, it took me a few minutes to catch myself, and to come down. Sorry Josh, I got soo excited I was wearing my speedo already. Sociables, swimming, Greg Plester, Cowboy boots, yawns, and nights, and then.. The Ring. Again. Ok. I'm not in on the excitement; it was pretty average the first night, so I don't see a need to pack out a room with 30 people and watch it again. Ricies. Actually crispies, and all over the floor. Sorry Sirsten, how was I to know your spot would be taken just like that. Just feeling so embarrassed, the time hits me, and it's 5am. A sleep and I'm awake again at 11, still half knacked, and not really sure if I'm up for the waterpark.

But. After a breif swim with the submarines, and a quick shock in the food court, I did go to the Waterpark. That reminds me. kent - 30$. If you minus the bunjee from last year, the waterpark was quite similar. Maybe I am getting old. I was on my way back to polish a nap in the truck, when Kent gives me a ring. We decide to enjoy another day of 25+ in the sun, and hit up Kelsey's patio. That's it then. Edmonton is done with. Load up one more time, and wait. Green Racer. Who said. Actually it will be good to have you along for the ride. Between Kent waxing a big ticket, and drafting off of Esther, we came in a respecteable second. Ricies.

At the height of the enjoyment, when turning back didn't seem like an option, I did it. I looked freedom straight in the eye. I took it. The travel tickets and tanned skin and packed them in for another word, a word that is escaping my mind. Wait. There it is. Sacrifice. For what, actually for Who is the better question. You're reading this, and you're trying to figure out whether it is for you. you're swimming mate. let me grab you a towel. Actually I'm swimming. Through a crowd of people in a twelve years girls swimsuit.

You thought you had me with the . Is it cold out here? No actually it really is that small. 50$ cape, 12$ swimsuit, the look on your face when I said that. Priceless. You can have it. I'm already down the block. Super something. Actually can someone pick that superhero up off the block. he just wiped out, and he's bleeding something else. Mom do you think you can bandage that up for me? Mom? Mom? Mother's day. Yep, you're a mom alright. And probably even joining me today with that nervous feeling. Nervous. Actually. Actually.

Sorrow. A sweet smell of it in it's greatness lies over the land. Plumes of smoke are rising and merging into the leaden sky. There is a man. And he is lying there. Nervous. And dreaming of green field and rivers. But for no reason, he awakes to morning. His lost paradise leaves him haunted. He can't decide whether it was his youth or his paradise. He's chained to that world, that has forever departed. He knows it's not enough. It'll never be enough. His knees tremble and give way. The night. One world. One Dream. One child. Unless. Twins? Time passes, the rivers rolls and he continues to talk of that river and of that loss and the dedication. Silent replies flow dark into a troubled sea. Grim invitations of what was and is to be. There is dust in my eyes as I go to purchase the letters. The silence is speaking so much louder than the words that I am lost for. Silence of a promise that is broken.

How confused that look on your face. It's not just you. It's all of us. We're all a little bit confused. We're trying though. It's even a struggle at times. Straighten up you little soldier. You little cutie you. You'll hit your birthday pretty quick here. You'll be two. It'll be the only time in your life that you'll be able to multiply your age by ten to get mine. You haven't even learned to multiply yet. You little inoccent Monique Alrya. Or Piper Lotus. Or Jen. Or Christina. Or Shiba. I've got it written on my forehead. Daughter. That's right. Look at you.. Dreams on a thursday left me without the plot for what has quickly become habit. The end times interest me more, but - Did you really save those pills; and take them? Just about to get to them when New Zealands national anthem comes on and awakes the melancholy and the infinitie sadness. Look at him. He's cold. Minus six today in Siberia.