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		Saturday, February 28, 2004
		It's funny. I go over to Lara and James', and play with Kalen and Connor, and hold baby Jasen, and I want a child of my own. One who will curl up in my arms, or flop on my shoulder, or grab my legs and smile up at me. One who needs me to get them things, and wants to explain things to me, and is totally clingy. I go over to Star and Eric's, and I chase Aria around, and have tickle fights, and put 'Sanna to bed in the dark room, singing quietly, and I want a child of my own. One who will jump on me from behind, or give me "biggest hugs", or curl up in my arm and hold my fingers quietly. One who I have to clean up after, and teach things to, and stay up half the night with. I go over to Festival Place though, and teach my classes, and I don't want children. Not one bit. They never listen, and their volume control is permanently broken off at 'HIGH', and they are, when everything is said and done, annoying little hyperactive brats. No redeeming qualities. Nothing that I want in my life. Funny ol' world, ain't it? posted by Pixie at 3:42 PM

		Friday, February 20, 2004
		The Country Quiz (minus image) You're East Timor! You're small and lonely and have finally gotten free of a very bad situation. It seems like everyone was willing to rescue you, though the wait was excrutiating for everyone to wake up and set you free. Now you're still lonely, but happier in the loneliness since you never really liked people to begin with. And people respect you more than you really think they should, using you as an example for what they hope to accomplish. Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid posted by Pixie at 4:15 PM

		Thursday, February 12, 2004
		With my birthday fast approaching (three weeks and three days), various people have been bugging me about what I want. To appease the masses I present to you a list of shinies that would please a Pixie greatly: - money (Some people say it's too impersonal. I believe that only people with higher bank balances than I would say that.) - colour laser printer - nose pierced - motivation to get my driver's license - a car (To go with said acquired license. Hahaha.) - gift certificates for Chapters (Mmmmm, books) - coffee - a cell phone - more Great Big Sea, Spirit of the West, or Ani DiFranco cds - funky wierd clothes (This can be expanded to include fabulously wierd accesories (hats, gloves, scarves, etc)) - books (DeLint, Kay, Adams, Nix, Gibson, Pierce, Stephenson, etc) - more bookshelf space (Not that I actually have room in my room for more bookshelves...) - musicals on video, dvd, or soundtracks from musicals (Like 'Little Shop of Horrors') - stompy boots - a pair of overalls (Some of you may laugh at this, but I have wanted a pair of overalls since I was eight years old!) - Edmonton bus tickets (Because I never never have change for the bus) - subscription to a real newspaper (Like the Globe and Mail) But the truth is that, honestly, whether you get me something or not, whether you get me something cool on the list or off it, I will love you just as much. I mean, yes I, like everyone else, enjoy getting birthday presents, but even more than that, I like knowing that my friends remembered my birthday. posted by Pixie at 11:30 AM

		Tuesday, February 10, 2004
		It's funny how so often it's the little things that get to me. Things like not being linked on someone's link page, or thinking someone didn't want to talk to me anymore, or people not commenting on something I thought was intresting, or deep, or just wanted someone to know about. Things like not knowing who all actually reads my blog. So, I ask a favour of all those of you who come here to read about my life. Even if you only come every once in awhile, I still want to know. I'm going to clean all the old entries off my guestmap and I ask that you go and put yourself down on it. I just like knowing who comes here, who reads into my life, who my audience is. Thanks all.... posted by Pixie at 6:14 PM

		Sunday, February 08, 2004
		*Consensual Reality* The philosophy entails the fact that what the majority of people believe becomes true. If you could convince everyone on the planet that there was no gravity, totally and utterly, we could float in the air. If you convinced everyone on the planet that the dark side of the moon was made of green cheese, that's what explorers would find when they got there. *** I've been thinking about consensual reality a lot lately, in relation to love and relationships. I just finished watching "You've Got Mail," and thought, as I have every other time I've watched it, I want that. I want a friend, a really dear friend, to fall in love with. I want someone to email about life, the universe, and everything, and maybe never know who they were. I want love. And, it isn't just this movie that makes me think that. Others too - "Ever After," "Benny and Joon," "Much Ado About Nothing," "Runaway Bride," the list goes on and on. And, so it got me to thinking - consensual reality. It stands to reason that if movies like this keep being produced, that "Hollywood" ideal of love will continue to infiltrate the masses, and, eventually, it will become a reality. The more we believe that love can be like that, that happy endings can happen, the more likely it is to come true. "So here I am, still waiting like an idiot on the the man of my dreams. And I don�t know which bugs me more: that he hasn�t shown up yet, or that I�m still waiting." posted by Pixie at 10:48 PM

		Friday, February 06, 2004
		Gone until Monday. Email me if it's important, and I promise to deal with it when I get back. Other than that, email happy thoughts because I'm going to be surrounded by relatives. Ahhhhhh! Miss you all. Update: At the Farm They have a dog here. I want to come home... posted by Pixie at 9:49 AM

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Finally it has happened to me right in front of my face
My feelings can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me right in front of my face and
I just can not hide it

I got a letter from Red Deer College today. They actually want me to come audition for the program!!! I'm thrilled, I'm bouncing, I'm jumping for joy. I'm actually shaky I'm so excited. I want to shout it from the rooftops, and sing in the middle of the lawn. I mean, yea, this is no guarantee that I'll get in, but it's a chance. I'm being given a chance to try. Eeeeee!!

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

posted by Pixie at 5:05 PM

		Tuesday, February 03, 2004
		Discovered today that somebody who I considered a pretty good friend, apparently has me blocked on their msn. Oh yea, feel the self-esteem sky rocketing. posted by Pixie at 10:11 PM

		Sunday, February 01, 2004
		It's fabulous to know that you can still get hollered at on the street, even when you're wearing 14 layers of clothing, a winter parka, hat, mitts, and a scarf. Even if it was only sex-deprived construction workers. posted by Pixie at 12:08 PM