Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.

I'm off to Whistler this weekend, so sadly there will be no entries the next couple of days. But hopefully it means I'll have some great stories to tell- or even just stories to tell would be good. I'm not drinking my face off, I've learnt my lesson. I will be sipping on raspberry Sour Puss and sprite though. No vodka for this chick. I've never been to Whistler before which kind of shocked my friend Leila- winter sports aren't my forte. Chelsea is coming too which I'm excited about, it's been too long since I've seen her (we are also going to see Britney Spears next week- woo!).

Last night I was super boring, so boring I couldn't believe it. I did four loads of laundry, watched the Habs game, read for about two hours in bed before I fell asleep. I didn't even make dinner. How lazy is that? Actually to be honest I wasn't really hungry which is strange because I was starving all day. My body has been really fucked up. My Mom's right I need to go see the doctor. Too bad I'm scared of them and probably won't go. Things heal on their own.. right?

I'm reading a story called Wide Awake, it's actually a Twilight fan fiction (don't judge) but it's so amazing, it's almost better than the books Stephenie Meyer wrote. It has nothing to do with Twilight though, it's just got most of the same characters (minus Jacob) and they are paired the way they were in the movie (Bella/Edward, Alice/Jasper etc). Each chapter is titled after a cookie that Bella makes- I know it doesn't sound very good but it is, I swear. So far there are 47 chapters and almost 300, 000 words which is extremely rare for a fan fiction. If the author changed the name of the characters she'd probably get published. Yes! It's that good. It's dark and sexy yet thoughtful and caring at the same time. So I read the latest three chapters last night and love this one paragraph- which is eerily true if you think about it.

"I had become a rocket ship. I tried to invoke a more appropriate metaphor for how I was feeling, but nothing came close to that one in particular. News programs cover the lift-off of rocket ships whenever it happens. They aren’t doing it just because it’s an interesting thing to watch. People watch the launches because they are waiting for something to go wrong. They are all waiting for the ship to encounter some awful circumstance and explode into billions of tiny particles-killing everyone on board in the process. The moment the “accident” occurs, the airing network has hit the royalty jackpot. Everyone wants a front-row seat to a good fatal catastrophe."