My name is Julia and this blog is about my life complete with doggles, an English Fiancé, public relations, musical escapades, snowstorms, cheese harvests, record shopping and singing my heart out.
Fun Fact: currently planning my wedding for 2014.
Arya and Sandor are roaming Westros, bringing justice, solving crimes, sometimes just slowly stabbing someone to death.
Watch out for Needle and the Hound!
Theme song and trailer to come.
I am glad there is no vampire hunting in this film.
Checking it out tonight, pumped for 2 hours of a historical drama.
I am getting popcorn.
Thoughts to follow.
I was informed this morning by e-mail that to be added to my list of duties for my mother’s wedding, other than the already laborious: drinking, dancing, eating and signing as a witness, I am now supposed to say “a few words”.
This seems like it is the worst idea in the history of the world, well, maybe second worst, concentration camps were the worst idea as well as being pure evil, but I digress.
There are a few reasons why this suggestion sucks:
Better get my cue cards out…
In (checks watch) 10 days, Steven and I will be whisked away by the comforts of Air Transat/Thomas Cook much like Cattle being squished through the murder gates and will arrive in London-town.
I think it may take all the force of my will not to start immediately trying to do an English accent upon our arrival through customs. Hopefully they will still let me into the UK despite pulling a terrible accent which could be compared to Drusilla’s on Buffy.
From there our Voxol chariot awaits and we will travel to Redditch where I will proceed to meet the entirety of Steven’s clan at his gran’s 90th birthday party. Fortunately one of Steven’s aunts is married to a Canadian and has lived in Edmonton for years, so I will not be the only one spouting remarks containing “eh?”
After mincing about the rest of the country for a few days we will embark on the Chunnel, which everyone should continue to refer to it as since I have never seen Steven look more exasperated then when I sing, “chunnel, chunnel, chunnel, chunnel CHUNNEL”.
I am disappoint at the fact that the Chunnel is not actually a glass tube under the ocean where I can point at fish, but we will board the car train and arrive in Calais then drive on to Holland so that we can attend me mother’s wedding!
Plans also surrounding our brief 3 day stay in the land of windmills are to swim, eat a lot of fries with mayo and catch the Champions League final at a pub.
Then it is zoom, zoom, zoom back across the Chunnel (god, don’t you just LOVE hearing the word Chunnel?) where we shall bum around England some more before we head back to the Canadas.
Prepare for lots of photos involving: bridges, twins, windmills, canals, the Chunnel, me making stupid faces in front of historic English landmarks and me drinking tea.
I wish everything came as easily to me as it is to shoot fish in a barrel.
There have been a lot of moments recently where I am beginning to doubt my value. Most of this comes with this bad habit I have of comparing myself to others, which is a terrible thing for your self esteem.
What I have been doing is volunteer work, but I guess this makes me pose the question: Do prospective employers care about volunteer work?