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Wrote this on Thursday night, in my journal. Thought I'd share.

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The summers of my youth were very similar. Routine, even. But it was comforting. Part of the routine was sitting on the top balcony, outside my younger brother's room, until my eyes couldn't stay open anymore. I'd sit out there for hours, watching the quiet street, or reading or writing by the streetlight or a flashlight. I'd sit on the railing that divided our neighour's balcony from ours, back against the wall, my feet balanced on the railing in front of me.

Many nights, I wasn't alone. The boy next door, just about my age, would sit with me. We'd sit and talk, or, sometimes, we'd sit in silence. We'd sit and watch summer arrive and leave, watch the humidity lightning fling itself across the sky and smirk at passersby, caught in unexpected rainstorms, while we were kept safely dry.

There's something special about sitting quietly during the night in summer. Maybe it's the residual part of the concept that summer equals freedom, or maybe it's just the comforting sound of cricket chirps. I'm not certain what it is, but it's almost tangible.

Tonight, I am sitting in the main bedroom in my apartment. I'm no more than three kilometers from my parents' house, where I spent hundreds of summer nights listening to the rain or the crickets. I have no balcony of my own, unfortunately, but sitting on my windowsill, my feet up on the sill in front of me, right next to my window, covered only by a screen, I can close my eyes and just listen to the rain falling, and I'm instantly 14 years old again, quietly loving the night with every molecule of my being. So strange that it was half my lifetime ago that I did this.

Sometimes, I don't know if my 14-year-old-self would recognize me, these days, but I think I'll always revert back to being that girl on quiet summer nights.

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Work. Consisted of four completes on the survey I was on tonight, all in French. I got listened to and got very good in my objectivity, which is awesome. We finished a half hour early, thank God, and I've been taking it easy since I got home. I'm exhausted and will be going to bed, soon.

But a conversation with CB led to this gem:

Me: "So it wasn't even good sex, in the sense that it's good even when it's not, like pizza is good, even when it's not?"
CB: "It was bad, as in 'I'm not eating the pizza.'"

This cracked us both up to the point of tears. I don't know why, but I thought I'd share.

And on that note, bonne nuit.

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Ooh, fun!

Found while randomly surfing:

Bold the true statements.

I Have KISSED SOMEONE:

on the cheek.
on the lips.
on their hands or fingers.
on their ear.
on their eye (lid).
someplace not listed.
in my room.
in their room.
of the same sex.
of the opposite sex.
younger than me.
older than me.
with jet black hair.
with curly hair.
with blonde hair and blue eyes.
with flaming red hair.
with straight hair.
smaller/shorter than me.
bigger/taller than me.
with a lipring.
who was drunk.
who was high.
who I had just met.
who was homosexual
who I didn't really want to kiss.
on a holiday.
who was going out with someone else.
who was going out with someone close to me.
who was my good friend's brother or sister.
who had been/is in jail.
at the beach.
in a pool, jacuzzi, or some type of water.
who was legally too young/old for me to have sex with.
with a shaved head.
who was/is my good friend.
who was/is in a band.
who has tattoos.
who is of a completely different race than me.
in the rain.
in another continent besides where I was born.
with an accent. (assuming "Southern" constitutes an accent.)
with an std.
on a boat. (does a canoe count? Yes. Yes, it does, say I!)
in a car/taxi/bus
on a plane.
at the circus/carnival.
with a missing body part.
in the movies.
eskimo style.

That was cute.

Really gonna go sleep soon.

Meme!

Instead of doing my Lit Review...

Stolen from mittens83...

List 10 things in a day that give you a moment of joy, and tag five of your friends:

1) Seeing the sunlight reflect through the clouds.
2) A cool breeze on a warm day.
3) The first star in the evening.
4) Seeing a certain person's name on my caller ID.
5) Knowing NHL hockey is back, and that my team is going to do just fine in its division.
6) Lying in bed, just before falling asleep or just after waking up, and enjoying the comfort of my room.
7) Email!
8) Knowing the bus schedule well enough that I can leave my house and make it to the bus stop 9 times out of 10 without having to run for it or having to wait more than a minute.
9) The St-Lawrence river sparkling bright blue in the distance.
10) Being there for any of my friends, whatever the reason they need me.

Like mittens83, consider yourselves all tagged, 'cause I don't know who to pick out.

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Leaving in an hour or so to head out to see T's wife, A, sing. JB will be there, although a little late, but she'll be there! Yay. :) Now, if only I could track down my good-for-nothing brother to determine whether or not he has the car, so *I* can take it and not need to take the metro.

Now to see if I can get some RM stuff done...