When you see my face I hope it gives you Hell

Last night Ryan, Lucas and I went to see Macgruber. Honestly, the only thing I knew about the movie in advance (aside from a friend saying he liked it) was that the main character has a mullet.

So we arrive with a few moments to spare, get in line, and then the most ridiculous thing happens. I get ID'd. At the movies. I had been out to two different bars the night before and didn't get ID'd at either, but the lady selling movie tickets thought I was too young to see an R-rated movie.

The movie was actually hilarious. I liked it, which surprised me. Some stuff made me queasy, like the long sequence of trying to get a bullet out of Macgruber's leg, but overall it was just all laughs.

That's what I said I would do from the start

I am happy happy happy.

Fisticuffs

And you kissed me like you meant it

Finalized trip to Calgary for end of August. Pretty excited. My grandmother, uncle, and his family (wife and two awesome kids) live there and I finally get to visit. My uncle also has a time-share at a resort called Panorama (not to be confused with Panama, oops) and we're going to head up there for a few days.

In other news, Monday marked my first attendance at open mic since last summer. It was a good time. Thayne played his Ranger Park song (remember Yogi bear?), among other tunes. We played Shark Attack Hard!!!! afterwards - video game. It's kind of hard to explain, but if you played it you'd love it.

Tuesday was back to work and back to reality. Looking forward to the upcoming weekend: Fishbones, graduation, and Monday and Tuesday off.

Hey now, hey now

I wish I had no use for repeating Marilyn Monroe quotes:

"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

I'm not alive if I'm lonely

"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

My mom says I can't be Peter Pan

I'm pretty sure, somewhere along the line, I've become an adult. Today I paid part of my MC bill online. I've taken to drinking socially. I make small talk about the weather and what I'm watching on television. I go to bed at 11 PM. I work for the government in an 8-4 job.

Next thing you know, I'll be wearing my cell phone on my belt and reading the obituaries in the newspaper.

Oh, have you seen my ghost?

All of my new music sounds like Joel Plaskett and we all know that I don't really care for him. Any unique summer music suggestions?

Stop and stare

Send me your emotionally unavailable, difficult, flirtatious, and reprehensible. Everybody's doing it.

Life A.F.

I was, up until two and a half weeks ago, a well-known Facebook enthusiast. This is a nicer way of saying that I Facebooked excessively. You can ask anyone that was on a my Friends list (because I probably left wall posts for each and every one of them) and they will tell you the same sad story - Lauren Edwards was tireless in her Facebook use. I messaged everyone on their birthday, regardless of how close we were or if I had only added them to snoop through their photos. I more often than not would respond to a wall post in under 60 seconds. When people uploaded photos, I would be the first to comment (in under a minute after upload) and the one to comment most. I 'liked' things and commented on people's statuses. I joined the groups for bands that I like. I actually had 80+ Facebook photo albums.

But then, one day, I quit Facebook, cold turkey. Hard to believe, I know. But you know what? Life After Facebook (A.F.) is great. I spend a total of maybe 30 minutes online everyday now - minus work-related Internet use. I check my Twitter two or three times a day, which takes about 2 minutes. The only other stops on Lauren's Internet ride are here and Texts from Last Night. Every few days I check my Dal email.

Life without social networking is liberating. I don't know what anyone is up to, and I love it. I don't know that the boy I have unreciprocated feelings for is wooing another girl through love lyrics on her FB wall. I have no idea who is dating or engaged. I never see photos of people having a good time without me.

I'm not saying I'll never return to Facebook. I mean, when asked for my reason for "deleting" my account, I checked off the box that says "This is temporary - I'll be back." I didn't even believe I would last the week. What I am saying, for now, is that I like not knowing what people are doing. When people say they have something to tell me, I never fail to be surprised. I don't have to say, Oh I already saw that in my news feed. And I think people appreciate having at least one person in the world surprised at their exciting news.

The last beautiful girl

Logan: I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me.
Veronica: Epic how?
Logan: Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic. But summer's almost here, and we won't see each other at all. And then you leave town... and then it's over.
Veronica: Logan...
Logan: I'm sorry about last summer. You know, if I could do it over...
Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?
Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

They may say hi and I may say hey

So the dream is dead.

McMaster said thanks but no thanks.

My sources say no

Anyone remember the Magic 8 Ball? A beloved fortune-telling toy manufactured by toy giant Mattel. I had one when I was pretty little - a present from my grandparents on my mother's side. We often used it to ask the important (yes or no) questions of life - Does he have a crush on me? Will he ask me to slow dance on Thursday? We believed in its accuracy when it said what we wanted and laughed it off when it said otherwise. I don't know why we even bothered asking it anything - we would have received just as accurate results from asking the owl at Rainbow Valley (RIP) or a cootie catcher made out of paper and crayons. But ask we did. We'd ask until the Magic 8 Ball told us what we wanted to hear.

Is everything going to be okay?

Yes - definitely.

I haven't thought of you lately at all

My problem is that I need to stop looking for a Logan and start looking for a Piz. Another problem is that the Logans of the world are so much more fun.

I'm sorry, can you call back after I've had my weight in tequila?

(319): Heyyyy darlin are you busy?

(1-319): Why hello drunk Jake. It's sober Sarah, I'll tell drunk Sarah you booty called. She'll probably be around tomorrow night.

I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry

It's been a rough couple of weeks and, truth be told, I haven't been coping well. But I promise to try harder this week.

I find out on Friday if my future lies at McMaster.

Oh, and also, I love my mom a great deal.

Old habits die hard

Does it count as moving on if you are reverting to old habits?

If I didn't know, then I couldn't want you

Take comfort in this small feat
Even broken, the heart still keeps a beat

It might be quite simple

Apparently Skratch plays on Saturday. There are a few necessities for a summer on the Island and hitting up a Skratch show is one of them. Others include white russians with Lucas and Ryan, fishbowls with Kat at Fishbones, and watching the boys skim board for the afternoon.

Everybody's looking for love, ooh

Music trivia was a success as "There's always money in the banana stand". Won a free beer thanks to my man J-Derulo. We also came fourth overall, which is a big improvement over dead last from last week. And I got a song dedication - Your Love Is My Drug by Kesha. I am that transparent.