guess who's NOT an unemployable Welfare bum?!

that's right! it's Glenn!

no, I'm just kidding, it's ME! that's right, my unending quest has finally been realized! I am now a proud concession--um--person at the Avalon Cinemas!!! Fancy, eh?! I work with Amay now. Too bad Bethany has moved (I think) or I would work with her too, which could only end in buckets of fun!

this is so super ultra fantastic! You know what this means, right? It means long-awaited financial freedom! No more begging for scraps at my mother's table of moooooola! (sorry, the o beared repeating) I can now buy myself an eighty dollar pair of jeans, a three hundred dollar dress, a twenty dollar lipstick, AND NOT GIVE A DAMN! How fantastic is that?! I can take Sean out for dinner, or up to Parksville for minigolf, on a whim! For that matter, I no longer have to absent myself from activities from a lack of cash! Have you any idea how happy that's going to make me??? My mood just went up for the next hundred years, and you have Kelly from Avalon Cinemas to thank for it!

For some inexplicable reason, I have started jonesing over X-mas shopping. I started a list of things I would like to buy eventually, and at least half of them were for other people! Like a stone mortar and pestle set I found at a kitchen store that Mom would love and this t-shirt I found at Woodgrove for Brianna. I'm so silly that way.

Wow, this keyboard sucks, I'm making a million mistakes.

Other than that, Sean may or may not be actually buying a weiner dog! They have them at Paws & Jaws in Rutherford, and I should have pulled Sean away while I had the chance, but I didn't, and now he has his heart set on the little boy! We got to go into the back room, and hold him. He was just the sweetest little darling ever! His Mom is opposed to it, and my Mom isn't too happy because the puppy HAS to be at our house, which means Sean HAS to move in, which means Sherayna HAS to move out. I'm scared of it, simply because between where to keep him, how my dog will react to him, and all the other problems inherent with a new baby puppy, it could very possibly not work out. And I don't want that to happen, for Sean's sake. He deserves something he wants this much.

I don't know what to do about it, other than just try to keep out of it. I'm not opposed to it, but I know how much trouble it's going to be. Instead, I'm going to let Sean, his Mom, and eventually my Mom work it out on their own. I'm tired of being the go-between.

Anyways, I'm getting picked up in about ten minutes. I work tonight, hee hee!!! I am so excited!!! Even though, I know in a week and a half, I'm going to dread it with a passion. But at least right now I'm looking forward to it. Wish me luck, all!

WOO-HOO!

The internet is working again! JOY!

Ok, it is ridiculous how much I have to blog about, because the internet has been down at Welly for over a week now, and so much has happened!!! First of all, I won third place in the Folk Song Festival--although, I think I may have already blogged about that...oh, yes I did. Well, the Honours Concert is extremely newsworthy, and I KNOW I didn't post about that. Here goes.

After the day of the Folk Song Festival, I just got really sick, and I hoped it would be gone by the Honours Concert, but it wasn't looking like it. So Wednesday the 18th, (interestingly enough, what would have been me and Geoff's two-year anniversary), I stayed home from school, and administered two doses of something called Friar's Balsam, which is an herbal liquid that you boil on the stove, and breathe with your head under a towel for fifteen minutes. It heals your vocal chords right up, and it worked so well on me. So I basically spent the day resting up, drinking tea, and water, and using my Friar's Balsam. By the end of the day, my throat had almost completely healed, and with a good warm-up (which I would have gotten, because the choir was performing at the Honours Concert, too), I would have done really really well. Yes--I said "would have."

Mom left to drive me up to MalU, and we were rushing because I was late. I hadn't done up my seatbelt yet, as I often forget to do when I'm distracted. We had just left my house, and literally at the very first intersection we came to (Park, and Ninth; Park Avenue has right of way there, and Ninth has a stop sign that people ignore because Park is a no-exit about there, and there isn't much traffic), we saw a car pull up to the sign. He slowed down to a rolling stop, we saw him, he saw us--and the he tried to keep going. We would have hit him, but Mom slammed on the brakes, and swerved, avoiding him, but losing control on the wet pavement. Initially, we started to go into a spin, but Mom over-corrected, and pulled out. Then she started fish-tailing down the road, and finally turned suddenly. We slammed into this embankment on the side of the road. Remember, I wasn't wearing my seatbelt, but Mom was. She hit her face on the steering wheel. I flew into the windshield, impacting with my face; my knee slammed into the dashboard. The force of the trunk hitting the bank on an angle (most of the force was on the driver's side) made our truck slide around, and bounce out of the ditch, back onto the road, where we coasted backwards until the backend of the truck hit the other bank on the other side of the road, and that's where we stayed. When my face hit the windshield, I broke my nose, cut up my face pretty bad, and split my lip. My hand hit the door, and my right ring finger was strained. My knee ended up with this blunt force impact burn, and bruising so severe that I was on crutches for three days. They thought it was broken, but when they x-rayed it, it was ok. There were a few dings and scrapes on the rest of my body, and my neck had whiplash. Mom came away with gashes on her forehead and nose, and a pretty bruised ankle. She never got checked out thoroughly though, so it's possible there's other stuff wrong with her.

When the truck finally stopped, people ran over, and opened the door. I was freaking out, screaming about my knee and nose. I tried to get people to call somebody's cell from choir to tell them I couldn't make it, but nobody ever picked up. I was freaking out about that, so much that I made the paramedics yell at me. They put a neck brace on me, and got me strapped down on a stretcher. They took me and Mom to the hospital in the ambulance. In the ambulance, they tried to put an IV in, but they couldn't find a vein. I complained that I hadn't lost enough blood to put an IV in, so they just left me. When we got there, they unloaded me onto a bed in the Emergency. I asked the nurse if I could use the phone, and called Sean. I told him I'd been in an accident, and asked if he could swing by the college and tell Mrs. Sinclair. I guess he kind of freaked out, cause he told me later, that the minute he got off the phone with me, his Mom ran right out the door, and got into the car without her keys, or purse, and he had to run back in to get them, wearing one shoe, and putting the other on as he went! After that, the nurses put a medication IV in my hand (which hurt like a bitch) and took my blood pressure a thousand times. They took my pants, which sucked, and made me take off my jewelry.

In the Emergency bed, my memory is kind of crappy. I was basically drifting in and out of consciousness, and I remember events, but not the period of time that they entailed. Like for instance, I had thought the entire amount of time we'd been in the hospital was maybe an hour and forty-five minutes, or two hours. Actually, it was four and a half hours. I was pretty doped up, I guess. A doctor came in, and checked me for broken bones, and internal bleeding, but I was fine, so all he did was send me to X-ray. They took a million pictures, on this really cold bed, and then sent me back.

After a while of lying around doing nothing, they let Mom, and Gramma and Sean see me. I was ucky. They never even cleaned the blood off my face entirely, and Sean spat on a towel a million times and cleaned my face as best he could because he is the most incredible boy on the planet. Eventually, the doctor came in and told me that my nose was broken, but my knee was not. He prescribedTylenol 3's laced with codiene for the pain, and crutches, but didn't put anything on my face, and told me it would heal up on it's own. He also made an appointment with an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist for me, which happened this morning. After that we could go, but I still couldn't leave, cause Mom had to go get the crutches for me before I could walk. They put me in a wheelchair, which was creepy.

Finally, at 10:30 at night, we were finally allowed to leave. Sean's Mom drove us home, because, of course, we were stranded. There, I was falling asleep on Sean's lap before his Mom pried him away. That night totally sucked. The T3's did NOTHING. They didn't help my pain, and while Mom told me they'd knock me out, they didn't at all, and I laid in bed awake, and in pain until the wee hours of the morning.

Of course this came at such a wonderful time, too, with MusicFest two days away. The next morning, I got up, and got to school, but neither of my teachers would let me stay for their classes, even though I had a test in each. There was nothing for it though, I HAD to go to choir, because I was NOT going to be left home at MusicFest time. So, I sang the entire rehearsal with a broken nose, and a scarred-up face, which truly hurt, but apparently my voice wasn't too bad. So Mrs. Sinclair said I was allowed to go to MusicFest!

Thus ends the car accident story, and thus begins the MusicFest story!!! The next morning, I got up super early, and Bonnie came to pick me up (Mom still hadn't rented a car yet). Along the way, we picked up Megan, and headed to the ferry. I was on crutches, and it was tiring, but we got on the ferry, and all was good. On the ferry, me, Brianna, Laura, Mel, and sometimes Nicola and Sasja sat together talking and reading on the floor by a bank of windows. It was awesome, especially cause Brianna gave me a bite of sausage roll! Life is good as a cripple! lol! That was pretty much entirely how we spent the ferry ride to Vancouver. We got off there, and headed straight onto the buses. The bus ride to the church where we were to sing was about forty minutes, and boring-ish. We talked and laughed, which was good, and ate food without fear of Bus Nazi! We got there, and listened to a thousand and one choirs, some really really good, some not as good. They included the Pacific Christian School! They're the "Short People" choir of awesemity.

We were at the end of our section, and because of that, the clinicians decided to make us, the demonstration choir for the clinic! That extended our clinic from a half an hour to forty five minutes of pure fantasmicality! Our warm-up sucked because we were in the littlest, horrid-acoustic-ed, hottest room on the planet, and I was right next to Lee (the ball-picker), which threw me off, and pissed me off. He looks at his watch three times a song, and sings downward, not opening his mouth, while scratching his hand obsessively. It made me want to pick up a chair and throw it at him! I actually told him to pay attention during a song, which I wouldn't do normally. Usually a look does it. Not with this kid.

Anyways, then we were on. The church was crazy! It wasn't that huge, or anything, and the acoustics seemed ok, from when we were watching choirs. But singing up there is like trying to sing harmony from a hundred feet away. The altos sounded so far away, and I couldn't hear a single other soprano other than myself, and I was in the middle of the section. It was scary! It was a space to throw choirs off, that's what it was. One more thing for the judges to look for, and base a mark on. I may be wrong, but that's my opinion.

So our clinic was right afterwards, and the clinicians were AMAZING!!!!!! The one was little and funny, and outrageous, and goofy, and everything point he made was accompanied by an allusion. And the funny thing was they all made sense, AND entertained! He was the most fabulous person ever, I am going to capture him, and lock him in a box to train every guy singer I ever work with. THAT'S what I shall do. The other was soemone you knew you;d really respect if you had him by himself. Unfortunately, he was kind of overshadowed by the little one (irony!) but he was still really super good. They even paid us a compliment while we were up there! The little one, turned around and said to Mrs. Sinclair, "I love how easy to direct this choir is, everywhere I take them, they just follow right along!" and I was like, 'Score!'

AAAAH! The bell just rang, I'll try to finish up quickly!

On Hold Me, Rock Me, they did this really effective rythmic excersize with us, to make us feel the rythm of it, by making us walk around the room in time to the song (which is HARD when you're going down stairs with a limp!) The clinic ended like that, and it was seriously the best one I've ever been to! I'm so glad I got to go to MusicFest!

Ok, now I have to go to choir. Those were my crazy big news things for the week! I should like comments!!!

multi-tasking

First of all, I wrote WAY TOO MUCH in the last post for only ONE comment! COMMENT OR I SHALL SMITE THOU!!!!!!

And on to the next item of business, Laura, I'm not going to audition most importantly because I'm not prepared. I never did go to Mr. Anderson, and ask him for good monologues, so I don't have any that I'd like to to do actually prepared. And while I could whip a song up pretty quickly, it wouldn't be doing justice to an audition as important as CCPA for me to just prepare something in three days. Plus it's today...! The other reason is, even if I did get in, I don't know if I could make it my entire life. It used to be like that, but I can't ask Sean to leave his job here and move with me down to Victoria, and I don't know if I could handle a long-distance relationship with him. I wouldn't ever ask him to wait for me, because it wouldn't work number one, and number two, it's rude and selfish. Plus, every single great performing accomplishment of mine has been as part of a group. And with the deterioration of Collective as a singing group, or even as a trio of best friends, I've been coming to realize how truly inadequate I am by myself. It is massively discouraging to think that all of your accomplishments have been because of other people, and that is not the kind of attitude you want to go into a place like CCPA with.

Besides, who knows? Malaspina will give me two years of theatre, while retaining my comfort zone. If Sean and I don't work out (God forbid) then maybe I'll have an opportunity to run off to Victoria at a whim. Even if we are still together then, maybe by that time, he'll be ready for a change of scenery. I'm just not ready for a commitment of that magnitude to the performing arts. And because of that, it's possible that I never will be.

Ok, that's done now. I shall now finish up my post for the original reason! I was checking my email, and I got this forward about 101 fun things to do in WalMart, and some of them were truly genious! Only the best shall I post here now, and I expect some of you to be h-core enough to do them with me!!!!

1. Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations.

3. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at ten minute intervals throughout the day.

11. Tune all the radios to a polka station; then turn them all off and turn the volumes to "10".

20. Put M&M's on layaway.

21. Move "Caution: Wet Floor" signs to carpeted areas.

31. Take up an entire aisle in Toys by setting up a full scale battlefield with G.I. Joes vs. the X-Men.

32. Take bets on the battle described above.

35. Run up to an employee (preferably a male) while squeezing your legs together and practically yell at him " I need some tampons!!"

38. Attempt to fit into very large gym bags.

39. Attempt to fit others into very large gym bags.

42. Two words: "Marco Polo."

46. When someone steps away from their cart to look at something, quickly make off with it without saying a word.

58. While handling guns in the hunting department, suddenly ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are. Act as spastic as possible.

60. Fill your cart with boxes of condoms, and watch everyone's jaws drop when you attempt to buy them.

69. Get boxes of Condoms and randomly put them in peoples carts when they don't realize it!

78. Spend all your money riding on those little rides for toddlers. Fit the character; if your on a horse, then pretend that your a cowboy, etc.. And If a little kid comes over wanting to use it, start barking at them until they run away crying.

80. Excessively use anything thing that says "Try Me".

90. Put lingerie in the men's department.

91. Put super sexy lingerie in old men's carts when they turn around.

97. Walk up to a guy and say "Oh my god, is it you? Oh my god it is!!! I haven't seen you in so long!!!!" Then kiss him. Then slap and him say "Why didn't you ever call me??" Then walk away. Much more affective if you're a guy.

99. Start singing oldies songs in to megaphone.

**BONUS Attempt all of these in the same visit!


Ok, are those not fabulous?! If I ever see one of you in WalMart, and you don't notice me, expect a random box of "Her Pleasure" condoms in your cart when you go to the checkout!!! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!

bad (but victorious) Pinto

I really need to start going to school. *blush*! Since last week, I've missed Friday on. I went to half of A block on Monday, and nothing after that. Friday, and Monday I had a good excuse, I was moving. Tuesday was me being horridly lazy. Wednesday, I also have a good excuse for, I was at the Folk Song Festival, which is quite the tale! Today, I came to school, but I kept missing the bus (which only runs every hour), and so ended up missing C block; AGAINST MY WILL, I swear! And the worst part is, I ended up in a fight with Mom again this morning (she was driving Sherayna, who know owns a car I might add, to a place that is right around the corner from my school, and she still wouldn't drive me), and forgot to get her to write me a note. So now I'm in super trouble, especially in Bio, where I missed a big fat test, pl;us I have no note, for what was almost entirely excuseable absences.

Anyways, on to the fun stuff! The Folk Song Festival was interesting...! Pretty much none of us went to any school today even though we sang in the pm. I met Laura and Brianna right when they were arriving, and we walked up to the theatre for registration. Nobody was there, so we investigated the new building that the seniors were singing in. Then we came back to the theatre, and registered. There was a small bit of interest there, as Barbara weas marked down as non-vocal training, even though she entered the vocal training category. So she mentioned that to the registrar, and she said she'd pass the message along. So that was taken care of. (...) So we headed up to the coy pond to practice. That's our tradition; it is so calming, and relaxing there that it totally boosts your confidence. Plus people are always wandering by, and being impressed by the singing, which is an ego boost for sure!

Anyways soon after, we went back to the theatre (AGAIN) for the opening ceremonies, which were--meh. Except for the adjudicators forming a choir and singing Shanendoa (sp?), which was super great. I was a little confused though, because I kind of thought they went off time a couple times, which is crazy cause of all of them are super-trained, and super-awesome. But it's possible if you're not used to singing choral.

After the opening ceremonies, we all went to our rooms. Our section started with the senior groups, of which there were two. Of course both of them won in the end, but I have to say, the group who won second--the ones with the angel costumes-- they SUCKED! They forgot their words, they forgot their harmony, they were truly awful! They should not have won! The adjudicators are supposed to place awards only if they deserve it, and this group (in my opinion) didn't deserve it. The other group were these two girls from Dover with trained American-Idol-voices, but in spite of that, I actually really enjoyed their song. They sang Eliza Jane, and had some really super good harmonies. It was almost jazzy in a way, and I was happy they won first.

The solos were long and boring, because the only people I cared about hearing (excepting Mel, who went near the beginning) were all in the middle to the end. There were some really good ones that surprisingly didn't place, like Monkey's, and Megan Bayliss'. I do know why she didn't place though: she seemed to be nervous, and her voice was shaky because of that. It also made a few of her notes creaky, instead of pure. Her song was really great though. Mel's went really well, I don't remember anything bad about it. I feel bad about Nicole's performance; she missed the interval from the verse to the chorus of Green Sleeves and it threw her off badly. Her presentation was really great, though. Laura's was awesome. She blushed during her introduction, I'm assuming because it was so cheesy, and Mel and I giggled. Brianna's also went good, and I actually heard the English this time. With me, everytime I hear a song in a language I don't understand, I tend to just tune out the words and listen to the melody as if it's an intstrumental. It's just one of those weird things I do. But this time I actually caught the English, which was good. Barbara's was so great, I couldn't stop grinning throughout it! It was about gypsies, and whatnot, and made me dance in my seat. Her voice cracked once, but she recovered well. Unfortunately, during Monkey's I had to pee incredibly badly, so I ran to the bathroom. I heard most of his song from behind the doors, and it was good. Right after I got back, it was mine, and I suppose it went well. I kind of blanked it out, cause I was so nervous. I'm really weird that way; I never get nervous when singing with a choir, I don't get nervous when I'm singing with the girls, I don't get nervous when I'm singing a solo. But if I'm auditioning, or if I'm singing completely all by myself, I get paralytically nervous. I was so nervous about doing a solo, that I didn't even decide to actually attend the Festival until ten-thirty that morning! Besides which, I'd only practiced it that morning, and the day before! But I went up there, and I suppose it went okay. I remember wishing the high notes had been better, but other than that, I didn't really make any mistakes. According to my Mom my phrasing and depth were super good. But she's biased. Sasja's was super awesome!!! She picked the absolute perfect song, and she carried it off incredibly well. I swear she was the only performer there with any kind of stage presence, and hers was the only performance that actually entertained anyone. She was really great. Other performances of note were Crystal Cashmore's and Samantha Dubinski's. Yes Crystal has Marion Smith's 'tude, but I have to admit, hearing a classically trained voice was really nice. And Samantha I've always liked. Her voice is really low, and almost skritchy, but in this really good way. I love listening to her, and I'm actually really surprised she didn't place.

So then after our section was done, I called Sean a couple times, then headed back to the theatre to watch a million and one crappy little intermediates and the family groups which were TOTALLY FANTASTIC! Mel and her dad went first and I was so impressed! It was so super good. There were only a couple parts where I felt their harmonies could have been tighter, and their voices didn't blend as well as you'd think, them being family. But that's because they had different ways of pronouncing their vowels. Her dad's vowels were much wider than Mel's. They sang Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies, and it was just great. Niki and Sasja went up then, and again were super super great. For some reason, I can't remember if they sang She's Like the Swallow, or Shandendoa (somebody correct me!), but they were great! Their harmonies were really tight, and their unison was the most fabulous thing I've ever heard! Their blend was incredible! It was like they were one person; I was so impressed. Laura and her dad went up, and didn't do as well as expected. He forgot the words, and she hated the song. You should have seen the look she gave him when she gave him the note! It was like, "You have the note right, cause you don't have the note, I'll never speak to you again for the humiliation." Me and Barbara cuckled (...I meant chuckled but laughed too hard to change it). Then of course there was Jacqueline Jensen and her dad Jack, who are the most irritating people on the planet, for one simple reason. They sang the same annoying song, with the same annoying harmonies that they did last year. And they were arrogant about it, and dropped names ON STAGE. They were all like, "Oh, Jane Aspen asked us if we could whip something up for this" as if they were invited, and not just another entry. I suppose my irritation with them is a bit irrational, but please. If you're going to have some pretention to musical ability, at least learn a different song! If you're going to saturate an event with your person, at least make it interesting!

...bah

Anyways, on to the IMPORTANT part of the story; the awards ceremony! All the little kids won, and scampered across the stage, and Barbara thought it was cute, and it was all very nice and boring. The senior groups predictably won their predicted places (ooh, alliteration!) and I hate the group that won second, and I refuse to change my mind. Then came the debacle. For Senior Solo without vocal training, Brianna won third, Mel won second, and Barbara won first. The problem is, Barbara has vocal training! So poor Barbara had to go up their and try to refuse the first place trophy (which must have SUPER-sucked). They gave it to her anyways and said they'd sort it out later, which I personally think was dumb of them. They should have stopped and figured it out. Anyways, for the time being, it was Barbara in first, Mel in second, and Brianna in third. No me. Bummer. Then in vocal training, Gator won third (crazy!), Crystal Cashmore won second (crazy!) and Sasja won first! (CRAZY!!!). Sasja totally deserved first, she was great. I'm still slightly blown away by Crystal, and Laura's placings though.

After the ceremony was ever, we all waited for Barbara as she talked with Mr. Roszmann. Finally she came back,a dn she was crying, and I felt horrible for her. She said they were going to get the scoresheets to figure it out. Finally it turned out, that because Barbara got the exact same score as Crystal, and it turned out she was in vocal training, they tied for second! That meant that the winners in non-vocal training all got bumped up a place. That meant that Mel was in First, Brianna won second, and the person with the next highest score won third, which was--

ME!

When Doug finally said my name, Cindy (Brianna's Mom) just grabbed my shoulders and started shaking them, and everybody started shrieking! It was a really great feeling! I truly do wish the whole debacle had never happened though. All the stress poor Barb went through, and I have to admit it sucks to not have your name called up in front of everybody. Plus it would have been so much better for Brianna, and especially Mel to have been called for their actual placings! Hearing your name called for first, and having everyone applaud is ten times better than what actually happened. But at least it all got sorted out.

So that was my last Folk Song Festival. I'm kind of glad that there will never be another one. In the years I've been in it, I've won each place, and the manner in which I won them really shows me my place in life as far as performing goes. I don't think I'll audition for CCPA this Friday.

Anyways, I'm out! hope you like my renewed posting habits!

catch up post

it has been far too long, much has happened. but don't expect much coherency from me, nor interestingness because I am bone-tired. Since Friday, my life has been taken up with finally moving. Mom found a house way down south at the very end of Park Avenue. There are many trees and we have two acres, which is sweet. Also, the best thing of all is that Sean is moving in with us!!! :D No, don't be too scandalized, anybody, we have separate rooms on separate floors, and since he works and I have school we'll never see each other. And his parents (surprisingly) condone!

The shitty thing is, my retard sister sucks far too much at life to be able to take care of herself, and is living with us until she can find a house. That's right. In a two-bedroom house. Right now, we're living there wih me, my mom, my gramma (who is here to help us move), our two dogs, plus Sherayna, her four kids, and her dog. Sean isn't moving in until this weekend because Sherayna is taking up his bedroom right now. That means she has to be gone by Saturday. Basically, the only time his family has in the next couple of months to help him move is this weekend. I don't know what will happen if Sherayna is still there, which she will be, for no other reason than to simply piss me off. Today was the first morning we were all in the house together, and I lasted twenty minutes before we got in a fight. And it was about Sherayna trying to tell me what to do with my dog.

I have a job interview tonight. The A&W lady never called back, so that pretty much means I didn't get it. So tonight's interview is at McDonald's (please don't make fun of me!). After we finish moving, I have to go out resume-ing again. I also have to update my resume, cause I now have my Foodsafe.

Other awesome things about our new house is that it came with a couple of sheds that the landlord said we can do whatever we want to. So I claimed one of the for myself, for my crafts. The problem with mine is that it is set up on this rocky slope, with no path up to it. So I am going to gouge out a part of the hillside and put in stairs. Should be fun! Also, I have my lily garden to put in, plus the dog run has to go up post haste. Me and Sean will probably do that, because Mom and I fight constantly about materials, design, and everything else. So hopefully, while she recoveres from working forty-eight hours straight, Sean and I will quickly fence in the one part of the yard for the dogs. I also have a couple of tables my Mom wanted me to refinish with mosaicing. Those have to go on hold a while though, until I can afford the materials. I have the adhesive, but nothing else. So I have many projects to keep me busy after school ends.

If anyone wants to come see the place, let me know, and I'll organize a small cocktail thingy soon, ok? alrighty, I'm out. goodbye!