Fuck you, Environment Canada.

Well, I suppose the weather isn't entirely their fault. But all their fancy colours and weather alerts and warnings were enough for my Dad to 'no' me on taking his vehicle to the Boxing Day Bash in Monkeytown. I was really looking forward to it; it would have been the perfect Amherst break and mini Hali-friends reunion, until I return for Friday's One World show with the beautiful and talented A/V.

So, I'm sitting sulking, albeit very comfortably in my new lovely velour-chenille hot-pink robe, listening to the Burdocks. This isn't too bad I guess. Tomorrow, I will compensate by hitting the Used shops. Amherst has a remarkable bounty of vintage clothing. I already bought a wicked-rad fur hat for 5$. It's so eskimo and pretty.

Christmas was lovely and quiet. Lots of laughing. I love stepping outside to stillness, snow and cows. Maybe I should stop eating them.

Beside the computer, my dad has a picture of our bathroom wall from when he stripped the wallpaper a few months ago. In huge cursive the wall reads, 'Jennifer [last name] rules the world'; above Jennifer is a self portrait, above 'rules' is a rectangle and that says 'rules:don't...' and then a pictorial globe. Apparently, I did this- I guess I would have been 8 years old- but I don't remember it at all.

Merry Christmas, everyone. See you Friday!