I have Salt N' Pepa's "Shoop" in my head, keepin' it real ya'll. (For everyone that just got it in their head, remember this?)

Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop...

It's all about old school. Speaking of old school, what's with the Pope? Nah, that just sounded ignorant. He's doing better than I thought he would here in Toronto. But think about this: He rests for a week in order to make the flight to Toronto. Lands here and then woosh they ship him out to an island to recover and rest. It's just about time to retire. Amazing the power that a single person can have over other people though... Even if you're not religious, you have to recognize the stunning impact that absolute faith has in a person. Just over a month left with Josh... I shouldn't count down. And yes, I know that I'll be fine. I'm just afraid that everything is going to be nothing without him.

I don't know what to say. I guess that isn't a good start to a journal entry in which I'm supposed to say something. I'm getting all worked up for school, I'll be moving out the end of August. I'm just trying to get the most of my Josh-time while I still have it. He's such a huge part of my life that I can't imagine moving away from him. I just can't stop touching him, if he's near me I have to touch him because I know that in just over a month I won't be able to. *Sigh!* Work is great, I'm working half the time in my organized crime section and the other half in proceeds of crime to liven things up (even BETTER looking guys there! Haha!). It's fun, I'm enjoying myself. I'm getting into self help books, Don't Sweat The Small Stuff and that kind of jazz and I think as frilly and idealistic and some of the concepts are, the basis is solid, it helps. "And that's about it with my ridiculously trivial update... But you love me, so it's ok." (Where are you?)

-w-! Weezer concert ROCKED! Another great show and my beloved Dashboard Confessional opened, so I got my emo dose of the day. It's about 5 1/2 weeks (who's counting?) 'til I go to University, is that scary to anyone else but me?! I have nothing rational to say so I'm heading off, but if you ask me nicely, I'll model my new Weezer shirt for you. Rock on.

I'm in a good mood. I'm listening to ghetto-music and singing along, if you could hear me sing then you'd be laughing too. Sten dropped by to see me last night, which was REALLY nice since I haven't seen her in MONTHS and we got to catch up (you better call me dude!). Um, short entry 'cuz I gotta go get dressed to go out. I was lookin' good until Josh dropped by. I told him that he can't touch me so he looked at me for about 2.5 seconds then protested that it wasn't fun. So now I'm all disheveled (spelling?!?) and I hafta look gorgeous within 15 minutes, ARGH! (Download "Come On Eileen" and sing and dance, it's great!)

I feel so so sorry for my future roomie. You should see the pink hangers that I bought for my dorm closet. No idea where I'm going to fit everything! So I'm gonna do something totally neurotic and psychopathic tomorrow night and either score big or be hideously embarrased. Wish me luck, details to follow. I found a pair of Bootlegger pants that I bought in grade eight in the back of my closet, they're that faux-leather/snakeskin look with the tags still attached so I'm going to return them. Is that wrong? "Well, I bought these five years ago and they don't meet my... needs and expectations." Their motto is "No sale is ever final.", I'm going to hold them to that one. Okay Linz, you NEVER call me back when I call you!!! Aieyaya! Well I'm off for the night and there's gonna be a girl's night tomorrow, woohoo! ".... Runnin' thru my my-ee-i-ee-ind!"

Apparently I have lar.. laryn... laryngitis (sp?!)... Well, I can't talk, let's put it that way! Which is grrreat at work when you go to answer the phone and all that comes out is a squeak. I'm like the perfect woman now, haha! What's up wit' me... Went shoe shopping at Wal-Mart (I'm ghetto, can I help it if I like cheap flipflops?!) and I'm just gonna mope for the rest of the night. One of the girls that I work with at the Bay (Tukta) and I went down to the Pride Parade on Sunday, it was sooooooo much fun, I had a ball! Every single person there was in a good mood, which is amazing considered it reached 39 degrees and jammed together around me was an amputee in a wheelchair, a family with small children, a Japanese tour group and an older gay man. Pretty awesome. My pictures turned out GREAT and I can't wait to see Tukta's! I am going to go every single year, I have a new tradition. I've heard so many people saying how disgusting it is that they're parading around Toronto in leather spiked g-strings and how should they have privileges over hetero people and how vulgar and crude... I couldn't disagree more. First of all, every single parade in Toronto is dominantly "straight", from the Christmas parade down to the Easter parade. Even though I'm not gay, I could not possibly have had more fun. It's not necessarily Gay Pride, it's pride of diversity. And thus ends my rant.