It's one of those nights that I honestly cannot do homework, not matter how hard I try. I try to tell myself that I need to get done, but my subconscious knows that nothing is due tomorrow...and motivation flies out the window.

A friend of mine asked me today, "who are you? Honestly."

I still don't know what he meant by that, as I write this, but it got me thinking. I think it's a hard question to answer, or is that just me? I can't explain it. You know how people always say that we are who we are when nobody's watching, and I guess that's true. I was also reminded recently of how Mr. Dueck would say that we are the person that we are when we crawl into our beds at the end of a long day - nobody around, but ourselves and our thoughts. I guess I've also written before that I think the key to knowing someone is knowing their hopes, their fears, and their aspirations. I tried to re-evaluate those, and I guess that is also true as well.

It's still hard to explain though. I don't know how to. I don't know why I felt like blogging that.

I'm just Joanne, and I can't explain any better than that right now.

That's all I have to say right now.

:)

j: hey david?

d: yeah?

j: why don't i curl my hair?

d: cause it doesn't stay.

j: ...you're ridiculous.

what's up, doc?

Hello, hello....it has been a while friends!

I have been so busy, busy lately. And it's a busy week coming up :( I have a project, an assignment and a presentation all due this week. I'm already in week 8 of 12, so it's getting quite busy..really getting down to crunch time :(

But good news friends, I got 85 on my drafting midterm :) which is the beessstt mark I've ever gotten for that class :) I was so relieved. Plus, I really like how my assignment for freehand this week :) teehee

In other news, another thing I'm really happy/ excited about is: me and David have started reading the Bible together before school whenever we are able to meet in the mornings :) We're starting in Romans and that's pretty cool :) It's a really nice start to our mornings, I think. I think we were inspired by the Psalm post secret that I found and we thought it'd be a good idea to start it too. :)

We also started to play this game where we quiz each other on little facts about ourselves. Each time I get a question wrong, he gets a point, and vice versa. Right now, we are sitting at 8-6 (for David) - but it ain't over til the fat lady sings! We started playing it cause david kept listing facts about me all day and I got jealous. :)

My fav part was when he said, "yesterday, I was trying to think of your favourite colour and I couldn't think of it - but it's cause you don't have one" AWWWW hahaha - I told you I'd blog this, David, so here you go :D

Wish me luck this week, friends!

I haven't been on here in ages..but...

I was on tumblr today, I saw this...and I had to blog it. I la-la-love it. :)

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could everbegin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

It's 530 on a Saturday night, and I have one whole sheet to go for drafting. I am getting stressed. However, I went and took pictures for my photography assignment today, so that was good. I havent found a good quatrefoil, but I might just suck it up and hand in the thing that barely looks like a quatrefoil cause I can't find anything else and don't really have time to at this point. I think everything else is pretty good though, which I'm happy about. I even found a greek fret.

Anyways, my stye still hurts, and my mommy says we will go to the doctors on tuesday if it doesn't get any better :( I hope it does though.

On another note: I was reading post secret today and read this:

I think it it's so cute :)

I think that that is...you know, the only word coming to mind is beautiful. HAHAH, which isn't very fitting at all. I think it is awesome though. (Still not a very good word to describe it). But I think it's definitely something that everyone hopes for. I guess that's a little bit of an overstatement. It's something I want at least. :)

However, the nice writing on it reminds me of drafting, which I must return to...unfortunately.

Bye for nowww :)

Good news or bad news first?

Good news, I think I know what my eye infection is.

Bad news, I think it's a stye.

So now, instead of calling what I thought was pink eye, "poonk eye" ('cause of poo), david just calls my eye a pig sty instead. Also, he figures that since it seems like it's taking a while to go away, he might as well name it. So in case you're wondering, my stye's name is SUZY. Suzy the stye. Has a nice ring to it. However, as much as I like the name, I really hate her. So I would like her to go away, ayysaaaap.

Today is Friday.

I was going to go to antique furniture stores today to do the furniture aspect of my photography assignment, but I think I will just stay home and finish my drafting assignment - like a good girl, since it is HUGE. I've only done 1.25 pages (out of 3) and I think it's already been 8 hours or so. So this weekend's gonna be FUN. Plus, it'll give me time to do chores. NOT to mention, nurse my (pig) stye back to health so that little Suzy can leave me alone!!

Also, I finished another week at school. You know what that means?

It MEANS that next week is week 5, which MEANS that...I have 7 more weeks to go. Well, techinically, 8, since the week hasn't started. Potato, potato. Ha ha ha.

Au Revoir!

Good news: Week 4, and I am still passing drafting, which is a good sign.

Bad news: I am not doing as well as I hoped.

Anyways, I think as long as I pass, it's okay. I mean, apparently a lot of people retake it...so I think as long as I keep it up - maybe do a little bit better- I will be okay. I'm 1/3 in, so 8 more weeks to keep my grade up...

I feel really restless right now, so I thought I'd blog it out. I don't know why though. But after measuring, sketching, dimensioning for about 3 hours...I get pretty restless, so anyways, here I am. I've gotten a fair amount of work done this morning though, so I'm pretty happy about that.

I feel like I talk about nothing but school, but that's pretty much all I do these days. It's so time consuming, but not the way SFU was - that was just a pain. And although this can get annoying sometimes, overall, I like it.

I'm pretty glad to be staying home today though, I get to get work done PLUS I'm loading my eye up with antibiotics. I really want to get rid of my eye infection. Oh yeah, I have an eye infection. It's the worst.

Speaking of the worst, I lost my credit card. So I had to call in for a replacement card and cancel my old one :( But it's all good in the hood now.

Also, I want fruit loops. Could definitely go for some fruity loopsies right now. But I can't go out with all this medicine on my eye...it's really ugly. Hahaha.

Anyways, I should get back to work...soon.

Okay, bye :)