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A Place Where It's Okay To Dream
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Natalie's Wedding
Wow, I can't believe it's been a month since Natalie got married. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was at her apartment slipping into my dress and shoes. It was a surreal experience being a Maid of Honor. It was odd helping Natalie prepare for her wedding. It was strange getting my hair and makeup done. It was weird wearing a dress and high heels. It was unnerving walking down the aisle and standing next to my friend while she and her husband exchanged vows. I guess I was still looking at Natalie as I did when we were in High School. I was still looking at her (and myself) as a teenager and not a 'grown up'. Ten years flew by so quickly that I haven't had the chance to catch up with the present. I'm still living in the past. I have to accept the fact that my friends and I are adults.
In any case, the wedding rocked. It was an awesome experience. The only glitch was the wind. The ceremony was outside by the ocean. The wind was horrendous. My dress kept flying up. My hair was all in my face. I nearly lost my bouquet a few times. But that didn't matter. The important thing was that Natalie and Shane were happy. I could tell that they were. I've never seen them smile so much in such a short period of time.
I've been to weddings before, but I've never been a member of the wedding party before. I liked sitting at the head table and watching the guests enjoy themselves. I liked chatting with and getting pictures of people I hadn't seen in a while.
Planning a wedding is a major undertaking. Natalie seemed to handle the stress very well. She planned everything down to the last detail. I was touched that Natalie asked me to be her Maid of Honor. I did my best to make her special day as special as possible because I felt it was my responsibility to do so.
I'm happy for Natalie. She deserves to be happy. I'm think it's great that she found someone to share her life with. I'm glad that she had a terrific wedding that went quite smoothly. I know it is an event that she will remember for the rest of her life.
  
Shia's Got Talent
Every now and then, I latch onto a celebrity that impresses me in one way or another. This year it's Shia LaBeouf, star of the Transformers movie. I was so impressed by his performance in that movie that I decided to learn more about him. I've read interviews and articles. I've watched YouTube videos. He's hilarious. I watched a few of his SNL sketches. They were so funny that they made me cry. He's talented also. I honestly believed he was interacting with the transformers. By the end of the movie, they were real to me and it was all because of Shia's performance. Before I saw Transformers, I watched Constantine. He did a great job with the small part he played. Honestly, I wish he had more lines. He cracked me up. I loved his scenes so much that I bought the movie just so I could watch them again and again. I can't wait until Transformers comes out on video. I'm counting the days! In the meantime, I'm content with learning all I can about a very fascinating young man. He is quite young. I think he's accomplished a lot in such a short time. He has a knack for acting. I hope he keeps it up for a long time. He can only get better. He brings his characters to life. He seems to 'get' what they're about. I say this based on the only two movies I've seen him in, but I can't see his other performances being any different. I'll eventually see all of his movies. I'm looking forward to renting Disturbia soon. If you haven't seen Transformers, I totally recommend that you do. It rocks on so many levels. If you do, pay particular attention to Shia's face. He has great facial expressions. His eyes reveal so much emotion. He can convey any feeling without even saying a word. Now that's what I call talent.
Grandma's Visit
My grandmother from Montreal recently visited me for two weeks. I was blown away by her energy. She's 81 years old, but she didn't want to sit still. My family and I took her to visit my other grandmother in Cape Breton for three days. She didn't want to stay inside even when she was there. The day after we returned home from Cape Breton, dad and I took her into Halifax. She actually walked around for the entire afternoon. Dad and I had to rest more often than she did. We saw some Buskers on the waterfront. We also went to Pier 21. Grandma arrived there in 1946 from England. That story in itself is fascinating. I can't imagine sailing from England to Nova Scotia by myself, pregnant, and with a small child. She must have been terrified. We walked around the Public Gardens for an hour after that. I was exhausted by the time we finally returned home. Grandma never showed any signs of fatigue. She went to Digby with dad for three days. They were on the go while they were there as well. Mom and I took her to Uniacke House when she returned. We spent the entire afternoon exploring the house and the grounds surrounding the estate. We went out to supper at my uncle's restaurant and then visited my aunt and uncle afterwards. She kept everyone in stitches for hours. My family and I took her to Peggy's Cove the day she left. She had no problem roaming around the hills and rocks. She wanted to go into all of the souvenir shops. We had a mini birthday party a couple of hours before she left for the airport. As she blew out the candles on her cake, I marvelled at how energetic and full of life she was. I had no idea where she found the energy. She had more stamina than my mom, dad, and I put together.
Spending time with grandma made me realize just how inactive I am. I did more activities in two weeks than I did in two months. I took more than 100 pictures. I watched WAY more episodes of Coronation Street than I care to mention. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I loved her hilarious stories. I now know where my dad gets his sense of humour. The story about the dude on the plane 'sorting his boys' was particularly funny. Too bad I didn't get that on tape. Oh well. I have enough pictures to remind me of the wonderful time I had. I miss her already. 
High School Reunion
I just recently attended my 10-year high school reunion. I can't believe it's been 10 years since I graduated from high school. I know that I'm not old, but I feel old. Time is flying by so quickly that I can't keep up with it. I don't know where the time went. What the hell happened to the last 10 years? I felt sentimental, so I browsed through my old photos. I miss my high school friends. I miss the days when all I had to worry about was getting to school on time and finishing assignments before their deadlines. I went through my old diary entries. I bitched about schoolwork alot. I wish the only thing I had to worry about now was schoolwork. Back then, I didn't care about getting a job or finding an apartment. I didn't have to worry how I was going to pay for necessities. Honestly, I had no right to complain about the abnormal amount of homework my teachers assigned or how unfair my parents were when it came to my curfew. All of my major concerns seem silly now. Oh well. They weren't silly to me back then.
Very few people showed up for the reunion. Then again, I didn't stay long. Perhaps more arrived after I left. I didn't know many of the people who were there. I was a little disappointed that none of my friends attended. I miss them. We had some good times. It would've been nice to reminisce with them. Oh well. There's always the 20-year reunion to look forward to. 
Facebook
Well, it's been a long time since I've written anything. The reason is because I've become obsessed with a site called Facebook. I can't get enough of this site. I don't know how long this obsession will last. I can't stop adding applications, joining groups, and visiting my friends' profiles. There's just so much to do on this site. It's a great way to keep in touch with people. I don't have to wait for them to come online. I can simply post something on their wall and they will see it whenever they check their profile. I can send them gifts on their birthdays. I can play games with them. I can learn everything about them just by looking at their profile. Because of this website, I have found people who I haven't talked to in over ten years. I suggest you test it out. See what you think. 
Holy Dynamic Duo!
At the end of last year I discovered the 1960s Batman series on TVLand. I have no idea why I instantly liked it. I found it highly amusing for some reason. The dialogue and the acting were terrible, yet I watched two episodes of it every morning. I couldn't help but laugh at its silliness. I actually enjoyed making fun of it. I wanted to hear what Robin thought was 'holy' in each episode. I was eager to find out how the dynamic duo would escape from the supposedly fatal traps. I soon realized that I was addicted to this show. I continued to watch it when it started repeating. My parents thought I was insane. Honestly, I started to doubt my sanity after a while too. I couldn't understand why it was so popular or why so many respected actors make guest appearances on it. Maybe I continued to watch it in a vain attempt to find the answers to those questions.
Just recently I stopped watching the show. I don't know why. I stopped watching it on the weekends because it bothered my parents too much (that's what happens when you share a TV with your parents). I started my new Library Tech course and found that I needed the extra hour to finish the tasks on my to-do list. Soon Batman was deleted from my schedule and I haven't watched it in weeks. I miss it sometimes, when I look at my clock and see that it's 11:00 a.m. For a moment I think I should go downstairs and see which episodes are on. Then I look at my schedule and decide against it because I know there are other things I need to get done. Besides, I don't want to hear my parents complain about how silly it is. There's nothing worse than hearing someone complain when you're trying to concentrate on something.
Anyway, I just thought I'd mention my weird fascination with Batman. The new movies and cartoons are obviously better than the series was. I definitely like them more than the series. Nevertheless, the old Batman makes me laugh. I think starting your day out with a laugh is a good thing. Maybe one day I'll start watching the show again.  
Library Technician
I never thought that at age 28 I would still be in school. I recently enrolled in the Library & Information Technology program at the NSCC. This is my third post secondary venture and I hope it is the last. If I can't find a job in the library technology field after I graduate from this program, well, I don't know what I'll do. It baffles my mind that a university and college graduate can't find a steady job. Sure, I am a published writer who can write and submit stories to a multitude of publications, but getting anything published happens once in a blue moon. The five years I spent in university getting a general BA seems pointless at the moment.
I feel good about this program. I just finished my first course: Acquisitions and Circulation Procedures. I was elated to get a final grade of 98.5. That's the highest I've ever gotten in any class I've ever done before. Online learning definitely suits me. I should've done this a long time ago. Of course, everything has drawbacks. An online, part-time program takes considerably longer to finish than a full-time in-class program does. I might be over 30 years old by the time I complete this program. Oh well, if I get a job afterwards, it will be worth the time, effort, and money I've spent on it.
I started my second course: Business Communications In Libraries last week. It seems more involved than the previous course was. Nevertheless, I'm eager to try my best and learn as much as I can. Hopefully I can take more than one course next session. I'll be 40 years old by the time I graduate if I only take one per session!
Why do I want to be a Library Technician? I simply seem to enjoy the work the position requires. I love to organize things, I don't mind repetitive tasks, I like to read, and I enjoy helping people find items. Those are just a few of the abilities needed to be a Library Technician. I'm eager to find out what other skills are needed. I'm up for the challenge. For once in my life I'm actually excited about learning something. I think that's a sign that this is the right course of action for me. 
Finished At The Archives
It's hard to believe that I'm finished volunteering at the Mount St. Vincent archives. My last day was Thursday. It was kinda sad to hand over the key for the last time. Oh well. All good things must come to an end. I told Amy that I would be more than willing to go back whenever she needed me. She gave me a cool MSVU mug as a parting gift. She's so sweet.
I started volunteering in September. I had no idea it would last this long. I went for two hours, four days a week, every week. I learned how to do so many things and I acquired so many skills that I couldn't possibly begin to write them all down. I know my experience at the archives will be invaluable to me when I go job hunting. I learned how to do tasks that students learn in school how to do and I learned them for free!
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