Awaiting the Day

Dear Readers,

It is almost my Birthday, which means that I will soon be 21. How strange is that? It feels like it wasn't long ago that I was tiny enough for my brother to pick me up and swing me onto his shoulders. The image of him trying that now is quite amusing. Take a moment. Enjoy.

I will hopefully get a hold of some pictures of the festivities once they occur and will upload them here. Because I have no internet access at my house it will take some time for things to be added here. The computer I use at work is...special...to say the least. To write this I must first write the sentences and then wait a minute for the words to show up on the screen, letter by letter. It's alright though. I don't mind the wait... most of the time.

I hope you are all enjoying June. Crazy that it is almost done since it only just started. Time is wild.

Love,
~boo

Reaching My Peak

Dear Biological Clock,

Please take a moment to stop yelling at me.

I am only 20, and technically that means my peak time of fertility is in a year or two. Seriously though, bio clock? You need to keep up with the times. Your insistence on being caught up in the ways of back-in-the-day is becoming quite aggravating. If you had your way girls would be getting married at the age of 12 again.

Enough!

Love,
~Francesca

P.S. Marlo Iris Armstrong, why must you be SO adorable!

Beautiful Day!!!

Dear Sunday, May 3rd,

Thank you for being such a gorgeous day! I thoroughly enjoyed getting to play in the sun with bubbles and sidewalk chalk. Today's Abandoned Furniture Photo Hunt was particularly successful, and I was also able to snap some shots of the beautiful new flowers that are blooming on campus. I can also officially say that it is summer because I have a SUNBURN! Hooray!!!!!!! Thank you May 3rd!

Loves,
~boo

Inspiring Hypochondriacs Everywhere

Dear Web MD Symptom Checker,

According to you, I am possibly suffering from any of the following conditions:

1.Influenza (flu) adults
2.Common cold
3.Indoor allergens
4.Hay fever
5.Viral syndrome
6.Acute Sinusitis
7.Hypothyroidism
8.Dust exposure
9.Laryngitis
10.Nasal congestion
11.Cold exposure
12.Allergic reaction
13.Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
14.Exercise or physical activity (man, wouldn't that suck)
15.Lyme disease
16.Nonallergic rhinitis
17.Fibromyalgia
18.Heartburn/GERD
19.Whooping cough
20.Chronic sinusitis

So umm... do I just pick and choose?

Love,
~boo

Stop Consuming My Life

Dear Papers,

Why must there be so many of you to write? It would make much more sense to just have a conversation about the assigned topic. It would benefit the environment too.

I find it extremely frustrating that it is expected for students to put so much time and energy into you, when you don't really have any weight in the "grand scheme of things", whatever that scheme may be.

Please: Suck It.

Love,
~boo

Dear Facebook,

Please stop giving me a way to procrastinate from writing my essay for Contemporary Drama!!!!! I need to write it and your distracting me is not helping!!!!!

Love,
~boo

P.S. Who new there were so many standard notes to write?

A Very Sincere Apology

Dear Readers,

I would like to apologize for being a highly un-devoted blogger. I have been neglectful of my readers (thank you to the 3 of my followers by the way...funny term that...followers...like I'm a religion!), and this simply will not do.

My lack of posts had nothing to do with a lack of events or show crazinesses; there has been plenty of both. I just did not take that little moment out of my day to keep my little nook of letters updated. I am sorry, and though this may very well likely happen again, I can at least promise a Period of No Neglect for a bit.

I'm sorry!
~boo

Dear Readers,

I thought you might want to know about this, if you don't already. Now all our computers can have the same dreams while they sleep!!!!

Love,

~boo

Coming to a close

Dear Beloved Tintamarien(ne)s,

Since our baby, l'Argument, is coming to close, I would like to write about my experience with you all during the last few months. Never before have I felt so encouraged and supported by my peers. You are such a wonderful group of talented and kind-spirited individuals, and when we get together there are limitations to our creative output. With you I feel that I can truly be myself, and not worry about anyone thinking I'm being silly or emotional or ridiculous.

Everyday I look forward to the time when I will get to see you all again and partake in our absurdist bilingual antics. Come Sunday, I don't know what I will do without having my evening hours treated by the love and enthusiasm you each bring to our little Windsor Theatre. Each of you has a truly beautiful soul and a large heart, and I love each and every one of you very very much.

Merde!!! :)

~boo

An expression of love and devotion

Dear Bed,

I love you with all of my heart. Screw family, friends, pets. I love you above all else at this very moment.

Love,

~boo

P.S. I jokes. you rock my socks, but shoes are still better

Dear Weather,

I greatly appreciate your extremely enthusiastic efforts to provide us with a snow day, I don't think you fully understood what that was supposed to encompass. You got the too-much-snow-to-go-out thing, you got the too-icy-to-go-outside thing, you got the too-windy-to-go-outside thing, you got the buildings-on-campus-have-to-be-closed thing, so good job. Here's the thing though; It's a Saturday. Snow days on Saturdays kind of defeat the true purpose of a snow day, which is to get Francesca out of having to go to class or to submit any assignments. Snow days on Saturdays mean that much needed rehearsals get cancelled, and that our potluck has to be postponed. Uncool.

Now, since you've had your practise run, please make sure that do this on Wednesday between the hours of 8:30 am and 4:00 pm, and that you are all cleared up in time for 6 o'clock so that my show can still go up that night.

Thanks a bunch!

~boo

Please?

Dear Theatre Makeup Independent Study,

Can you please do yourself? I'll give you a cookie.

Love,

~boo

Our Next Canadian Idol

Dear Readers,

Last night I was taking Christmas portraits of Smudge, Banana, and Sadie, and as I scrolled through the images I had taken, I happened upon this one. I don't know what carol he's singing exactly, but his enthusiasm makes me believe that he's got a real future ahead of him in the music industry.

~boo

Guess I'm just too mad of a cow

Dear Canadian Blood Services,

Apparently you don't want my blood, because I was in the UK for more than 3 months between 1980 and 1996. This is because during these years there was a major Mad Cow Disease outbreak. So, because my family went to England when I was 2 years old and we stayed for about 5-6 months, my blood is no good to you.

I understand perfectly that you do not want to put anyone needing a transfusion at risk, but seriously? Is my blood really that dangerous? When I did some reading up on the disease on Wikipedia, it told me that you get the disease by EATING THE SPINAL CORD AND/OR THE BRAIN of the infected animal. I'm sorry Canadian Blood Services if I seem naive to be judging your rejection of my blood, but what 2 year old girl do you know who goes around eating cow nervous systems?

My readings also got me wondering though. Apparently researchers believe that it can take decades before the disease takes hold and symptoms arise. If I somehow did come in contact with the disease when I was a little platinum-froed toddler, when I'm middle-aged and have my own family I could suddenly start having symptoms and die within a few weeks. I know that the chances are slim to none, but if that were to happen, that seems like an awfully cruel way to go.

Anyways, I'm sorry Canadian Blood Services that I cannot help your cause by donating my mad cow blood, but you should know that I think you are doing a great and wonderful thing, and I think that all the donors are also doing a great and wonderful thing. I just wish I could help save lives too.

~boo

Smelly days to come, but it's so worth it

Dear Stagg Chili (Vegetable Garden),

You rock my socks.

Love,

~boo

Pumpkins are too cool to be depressed

Dear Pumpkin on the Window,

Why do you look so sad? Your fellow pumpkin on the window is relatively cheerful, and you get to stay there even though Halloween is over. You're not even on the cold window pane. You're on the nice warm and snuggly window and you get to eavesdrop on me and my roommates' silly conversations and you get to witness our (mainly my) weirdness. You get to smell all of Sara's yummy cooking, and you sometimes get nuzzled by Banana when he's up on the window ledge.

Are you worried that Christmas will outshine you? While I love Christmas very very very much, I also love you, and do you see any Christmas trees taking up your window space? That spot is yours and your cheerful pumpkin buddy's and your assorted Halloween dots'.

I hope you feel better soon, Pumpkin on the Window.

Love,

~boo

Christmas foreshadowing is cold and wet and icky

Dear Weather,

You are snowing! Every year I greatly look forward to that first white fluffy Hallmark snow, as it lets me know that it really is getting close to Christmas (my FAVOURITEST holiday!!!!). But weather, while you may be snowing, you are not snowing white fluffy Hallmark snow. You are not snowing white fluffy Hallmark snow at all. You are snowing cold wet icky and ugmo snow that slowly seeps through the sleeves of my coat and soaks the hems of my jeans so that when I take off my boots, my feet end up in a puddle of cold, wet ick. How dare you, weather? How dare you take my moment of blissful Christmas anticipation and twist, wrangle, and manipulate it into this disgusting, gray, windy, flu-breeding disaster.

Weather, can you please get your act together? I wants me some carols, chestnuts, and white fluffy Hallmark snow!!!!

~boo

P.S. Please don't make our power go out pleasies.

Dear Stomach et al,

Why? Why must you be so insistent on being so ouch, despite Pepto Bismol's, Advil's, and Powerade's best efforts to sooth you and put the ouch to rest? I need to be able to go to class, and you have been making this very difficult for me. You throw big ol' tantrums that make me completely and utterly miserable, and then you pretend for moments that you are all normal.

Stop being such a drama queen. That's MY job.

~boo

The Bestest Party EVER!!!!!!

Dear Readers,

This makes me happy every time I see it. I hope you enjoy it too!

Love
~boo

A note of thanks

Dear Pepto Bismol, Advil, & Powerade,

I would like to thank you from the bottom of my intestines and the top of my brain for the immensely appreciated help you provided me this evening. All day I was extremely ouch a l'estomac (in my tummy) and in my head, and you and your magical healing powers graciously returned my organs to a state of bliss. Pepto Bismol, you worked your magic on my cramps, nausea, and other unmentionables with dignity and deliciously pink charm. Advil, your liquidy capsules soothed my brain with turquoise perfection. Powerade, you quenched my thirst and calmed my dehydration with orange enthusiasm.

Pepto Bismol, Advil, & Powerade, you are pharmaceutical demi-gods!

Love,

~boo