And the traditional foot shot of the Blue Jays.. on a side note.. "are you girls going to the prom?" and "the girl in the 7 jeans is hot".. no I was not wearing 7 jeans, so unfortunatly I am not the hot one. ha ha ha  

Another shot at the game...  

The girls at the game... yes another Jays game.. its a different expereince with each group you go with.. all great experiences, just different 

On the train to the game... summer = sunglasses in unnecessary places.. 

Happy Dances and 100 Japanese

*HAPPY DANCE* I got my first "comment". Woo hoo. I write this simply to get my "scrambled egg" type thoughts out of my head in order to prevent any form of female insanity from arising. A truly selfish act. Even more so selfish is the fact that I would be truly angry (ok more so embarassed, but displayed in forms of anger) if any of my personal friends read this. On the other hand, a comment from a person who I know only by their blogger screen name, and message that they left behind, means the world. Seeing the "1 comment" marker could be one of the best discoveries I made all week. I wrote a post (that was deleted by myself) about a year ago. It spoke of how sometimes, the only way to be 100% unsensored is to write a message that you know no one else will read. Kind of like a message in a bottle, sent off into a vast body of water. Most likely no one will ever read the message, thus providing one with the unique chance to expell their most secret, silly and or supressed thoughts without fear of judgement. If by chance this message is found and read by some random person, the information exchanged between the two people is of the purest and most unsensored nature possible. A state of honnesty and candor, that only annoymity can provide. And so a person who knows you only through one piece of paper, or grouping of words, sees you in a way that even your closest of friends has never seen you. This thought is why I enjoyed the movie "Lost in Translation" so much , and proceeded to purchase the movie 3 times, because people kept "borrowing" it and not returning it.

Tonight. Scratch that. Today was an interesting day all together. It was my official "last day" at work. If you follow this type of thinking, then tomorrow will be my official "first day" at my new/old job. I'm 100% behind my decision to go back to my old job (thus making it "new" again) but Im also torn on how I feel about leaving my old job. *figgure out all of that if you can* Truthfully the reason for this sudden action, was created in one night. A night in which the decision to conjure up a plan so drastic, that personal development, and change were enevitable. The idea that arose and soon developed was to take a step back (towards my old job) in order to ensure steps forward towards my future job, as well as the realization that ties to the old A had to be cut if I ever wanted to have a real and full relationship wtih somone else. It's easy to remember the good stuff ( and it should be rembered) but not clung to likea child holds on to their favorite blanket. This farmilliarness offers a security that we all strive for, its safe, but its also restrictive. Sometimes, you have to be vulnerable and raw in order to comepletely move on. And you can't be raw while clinging to a security blanket by the name of old A. And so he was deleted. Sent off into space, to be remembered, but not known. I have yet to regret this decision.

In other news, Lauren and I went out for "all you can eat sushi". Yes "all you can eat". The place acutally reminded me of the seafood place from the Simpsons where Homer almost dies from the blowfish. It had the light up sign in the front, and a huge sign in the window that read "100 Japanese" nothing more and nothing less. The sushi was what can be expected for $20.00 all you can eat sushi (ie. not great) but the experience was fun, as it was a relaxed atmosphere, and al you could do was laugh at the enourmous amouts of sushi being constantly delivered to the table. There was one rule for this resteraunt though, and it was a significant rule: any left over pieces of sushi were 50 cents each. By the end of the meal Luren and I had to devise plans on how to dispose of the excessive amouts of extra sushi left over. Plans were made to stack sushi in the tea pot as so inspired by early Mr.Bean clips. We did not act on this plan, fear not. We did, however, mash up pieces of sushi to make it look like they had been tried, and discarded. We also discovered that if left in soya sauce, the sushi will fall appart quite nicely and disperse itself amoungst the soya sauce. Definetly a useful timbit of information if one ever finds themselves in a similar sitaution in which sushi needs to be disposed of quickly. Bringing large purses to the resteraunt may also have been a benificial method of disposing of said sushi, however we were not smart enough to have done this. I also dont own a purse, so that plan would have been impeeded prior to even being put to action. Needless to say it was a fun night.

The whole group at the Jays game.. ya for Toonie Tuesdays! 

This was Noodles first Jays game ever!!! I think she enjoyed it! 

I almost forgot.. Another trip to a jays game... What do you do when youre late for the game and stuck in traffic??? Blow bubbles!! 

Yes it's picture time again... Here's what I've done over the past while, in picture form.. ie. The Children's story book version .. The much better version in my own oppinion.. 

Mission #1 of the summer complete: Climb a tree.. I climbed two. Most likely I will climb more. I would suggest it to anyone. 

Paul was back in town from BC for a short period... Sooo glad I got to see him (twice!!) Some people are just really good friends, and you just cant explain it... As much as I hate BC for taking Paul to the other side of the country, Im really happy everythign is going so well for him. 

Needless to say... I would reccomen the bull pen seats again. 

Another Jays game.. and guess what... Front row again... This time above the Bull Pen... and I got a ball from one of the pitchers!! No I did not ask for it...But it most definilty made my day! I went to the jays game with a friend from Waterloo who was in town for 2 weeks... 

I got this shirt while shopping with "J". I think its funny because its from the "men's" department.. I truly think I buy more boys clothing than acutal boys... 

I went to yet another Jays game with my brother. They have these animations that they put up on the weekends... Poor Schoeneweis gets this one... The guys on the team definity laughed at him, as he ran out while it was played. 

Yet another pair of front row seats to the jays game. These were for NY, and they were in the 200 level... I went 24 hours with pretty much no sleep jsut to see this game... Obviously it was worth it... 

The girls out for the b-day at Nash.. 

For my birthday I went to Nash with Lauren. She was a good sport about it, as its definitly not her kind of bar... This was a pic of me doing the Barn Yard Mixer.. not the right shirt to wear at all for such a dance... You dance with about 50 people, so I have no clue who that guy is.. 

My brother and I at the home opener for the Jays.. The internet ticket selector thing must have loved me, because we got front row seats. The fact that I bought these tickets the day they went on sale also probably played a key factor... 

You cant quite see it here.. but my brother and I I made a "we miss O Dog" poster for the season opener... We did not make the jumbo tron.. possibly because O Dog isnt a Jay anymore.. More likely because it was a sold out game and there were tons of signs. 

I got a jays hat last year when A2 left. He had gotten a hat while I was out with him, and I had wanted to buy it for him... but I didn't know what was appropriate... I've been a jays fan since I was about 8 years old.. so my desire to get a jays hat of my own, well sparked by A2 was not the reason for it. 

An old friend receltly contacted me. He was of the highest caliber of friends. We lived nexdoor to eachother in university. Its funny how people can somewhat dissapear, but not really go away... And then all of a sudden *poof* they're back there in your life... Definitly one of my good friends from the past and hopefully the future.. Keeping in touch is a tricky bugger... I have learned this.... But I'm getting better at it.. 

Toys R Us, and ticking clocks...

I have the desire to sit down and type out a "typical" post, but the problem is nothing seems to be comming out. The way I see it, there are two possible reasons for this lack of expelling words on to a computer screne to one of two things. First it could simply be that I am in a plateau, and everything that I have to discuss, I have already addresssed. You know what I have done over the past (almost) year, who I miss, who hurt me, who has made me happy, what Im excited about and what I fear. No need to do re-peats, as even the best tv show's repeats just arnt as good the 2nd time around. The other reason for my inability to congure up something to say could be that there's just too damn much going on in my life right now, and my brain simply cant process the astoundingly high number of random thoughts running through my head at any given point in time. Basically, if I were to attempt to blog in this state, you would get ADHD on paper. More importantly it would prove that I am in fact a nut, and not just a little nut like a peanut, more like a big giant walnut, or even a coconut... The reality of this sitaution, is (like always in life) its a little of sitaution number one, and a little of situation number two. I am stagnent right now. Sure I'm changing jobs, and going in to "summer mode", but Im also heading off to the job I've had for the past 6 summers, and my summer events are a collage of things I have enjoyed doing in my past. So change:yes, but farmilliarity:most definitly. I guess the reason for my lack of production in the topics catagory really is the uncertanty about what is going to go on in the next few months. As simple as things are now, change is unavoidable. What kind of change, and how I will take the change is the uncertain part... And thats damn scarry! Sure you optomistic kids will tell me that change is exciting and that it will bring about new and exciting experiences and give me a chance to develop.. TO all of you sharing that thought.. I have the following to say/sing "I DONT WANT TO GROW UP, IM A TOYS R US KID"... I like the certainty and the farmilliarity of my life. I like my summer job, and going out with friends. Truth is I do want to "grow up" in certain ways. I would love to buy a house, and get a full time careere that I enjoy , and buy a horse, and have kids and the whole damn package. THe problem, and the scarry part regarding this is the following: What if it doesnt work out as planned? What if I end up living in an appartment by myself with cats for the rest of my life dressing up in clothes way too "young" for my age etc. What if the typical, grow up, get a job, a house , kids and a husband, isnt in the cards for me? I guess a fear of the fact that the "ideal" method of life unfolding (as taught to us by just about every tv show or movie) isnt going to happen.. And so, instead of feeding the fire and heading down the path of appartments and cats, I would rather just stay where I am and enjoy still ahving the dream that my life will unfold like it does on the big screne... A kid can dream cant she? I think eventually... Scratch that... I know eventually I will be forced to move on and grow up, regardless of how much I fight it. I can feel certain parts of my brain pushing me towards advancing every day. I may be in the same place, but its very different now. Its like going into a room where one thing has been removed. You know somethings different or strange, you just have that feeling. What is strange or has changed to trigger that feeling you just cant put your finger on, until someone points out the obvious inadimate object that is missing... And then you laugh, roll your eyes and thank that person for relieving that constant wondering.... SImply put: I feel like I'm Peter Pan, and that damn crocidile is chasing me around with that clock that is constantly ticking... tick tick tick.. TIme is definitly running out. BUt does moving on, mean leaving the kid (and in essance, who you were) behind?? Or can that kid come along for the ride??? I hope so.

On a side note, I have never been the dependant type. I dont need to have a guy in my life to feel happy or satisfied.. But I do miss having someone around to go do fun and sill y things, to sit on the cough and just hang out with... I fear not having that.