I really need to stop getting up at 11:00am.

According to my sister and mother, my hair is lacking it's usual sheen.
This concerns me on a number of levels.
What am I without my shiny hair?!

According to some protesters on the news, the RCMP in Toronto are carrying shot guns.
WRONG. They are tear gas guns. God, get it right.

According to my schedule, I don't get to skate again until the third quarter of July. Which pretty much means my one source of physical activity no longer exists in my life. Not good.

According to my ears, I hear a clock ticking, but there are no clocks to be found.

According to this error message, my computer is still broken. Oh well.

According to Fantastical Beasts and Where to Find Them, Hogwarts is in Scotland.
You learn something new every day.

How is it possible that one can feel so much pain, but so much love at the same time?

I used to say that I was writing the book of love, because legitimately, I am writing a book that is full of what love is to people.
But I was wrong. Sherrill Bakke wrote the book of love.
In loving memory.

Love can bring people together. Prove how strong love really is.

Cherish every moment of every day. Never be ungrateful for the life that you live. Because you never know when something could happen, that could change your life for good. You never know when you are going to lose someone you love.

How does the world keep spinning, when it feels like nothing will ever be the same?

The times of men and angels.

"Teamwork is the ability to work together toward a common vision.
The ability to direct individual accomplishment toward organizational objectives.
It is the fuel that allows common people to attain uncommon results."

Today, for a few moments, the world stops turning.
Hearts were broken today. Souls shattered.
And people all over were silent. Not believing what they heard.

It's unfair, how it seems as though the kindest people are taken away.
It seems far too soon. Knowing how they have touched the world.
Changed it for the better.

It's a feeling shared by so many. I remember seeing with my own eyes how it brought people, who hardly knew each other together.

I remember us all giving in money to buy the family tickets, so they could spend some time together.
I remember us crying and hugging.

I remember you being there for us when we needed support the most. Even though you were sick, you were there. Cheering us on.

Love you, mama Bakke. You will never be forgotten here, I promise.
May you always rest in peace.

How is it possible that Monday has become my favourite day of the week?
Is saying, "I can't wait till monday" far too strange?

Also, two words;
Things change.

There was a line that Mercedes said in Glee last night that is really getting to me.
"You're not angry. You're hurt."
that is exactly how I feel right now.

The strangest question that I have ever been asked is when a friend asked me how the weather was in the room I was currently sitting in.
A little humid. I feel as though a breeze is trying to get through the mesh on front door, but has been quite unsuccessful as of so far.

This ruhm is humid.

I don't know how to explain this pad that vibrates and massages my back without making it sound rather dirty.
But it makes me feel much better. It has made my day. Very good.
Fuck, that sounded dirty.
Sorry, I just said a dirty word.
I'm hopeless.