On the rock

I'm on the rock and literally (I'm in Newfoundland). On Saturday I went to a wedding and was forced to wear four inch heels. Apparently they're the comfiest four inch ones but to my it was torture. I'm too you anyway to be strapping torture devices on me feet so I"ll be free of them for a while- the sparkly red pumps I mean. The weather here is very unpredictable. On Wednesday I was forced to go on a trek of death. A 2km hike around Signal Hill. 2km doesn't seem to bad but try saying that while climbing up rocks and iddy biddy stairs in the blazing sun. I can't talk much seeing as I promised myself to no longer linger over...anyway nice talking to ya..tata...sarah

Bonjourno!

Greetings, to fill you in, I'm doing this "Broadway Marches On" thingy where there's a group of us who sing musical numbers. Today I just got scouted. It's a very interesting experience, now my long weekend is booked. Great, I think. Anyway, on Tuesday, I'm flying down to 'the rock' (aka: Newfoundland) to see a 4th cousin's wedding. So I am pretty busy. Unfortunatly, I have lost contact from the outside world. I haven't seen anyone of my friends or heard from them. I think that they may have forgotten me:( Oh well, they'll pull through- hint hint Nick!!! This day last year, I would be reflecting on the day's grad party! Gosh, it was so much fun! I have pictures of everyone posing. And last year, we'd do this thing called Top 5 where we'd give a list of the top 5 people we'd go out with. To avoid embarassment (my mom walking in when someone'd be being teased about someone they like) we'd yell "orange juice!" and if my mother did come down, I'd act like a blundering, loud idiot and talk about how orang juice was so great with toast. (We used OJ as a codeword to signify and unwanted intruder coming downstairs) Enough reminiscing, you probably don't know what I'm talking about. TA!