Dear Winnipeg,

It has come to my attention that on the morning of May 15th, 2009, there was snow on the ground.  All that I have to say is:
"Suckah, I live in Australia!"

That is all.

Yours,
Paula Fleury

I have a date with a newfie boy.
You guys should all be proud.

12.  Wtf.
Tomorrow is my last day of work, and then Saturday and Sunday we're in St.John's.  That means that Monday, there is 9 days left in Katimavik.  However, on that Sunday, we leave for debriefing.  Therefore, there is not much time for me to be impregnated; which is AWESOME.

On another note, I'm going on a sweet road trip with my brother and best friend the weekend I get back:  I hope the U.S of A is ready for this much awesome.

"Never say goodbye.  Goodbye means going away,and going away means forgetting" -Peter Pan.

Quotes from those movies could define my life.

 42 days.
That's 6 weeks.
I've been gone this long before, and I can guarantee the work was harder, the food was worse, and the weather was better.

Your lives all kept on going, adapting without me.  But mine, it remains stagnant in Winnipeg, waiting for my return.  Will I have to run to catch up?  Probably.  Will I?  Probably not.
I feel like I've kept in contact with the people whom I could not live without, and I never realized how much I appreciate best friends.

August 27.  It sounds so soon.  Everyone is just getting their summer underway, booking campsites, starting their sun tan, finished school and working hard.  But not me.  I'm at the end of something.  I can't even fully enjoy a summer, because I know that this is going to end way faster than I am ready for.  I want to say that I am excited to come home, but frankly, I'm terrified.

School starts September 4th.  That's when I join the real world, of people with goals and ambition.  I can no longer be a lost soul, having adventures when I so choose.  This will last until next May, when school will finish, and I will find a new adventure, giving me an excuse to postpone another year of school, and find yet another new self.

I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I hate watching movies online.

Birds can fly so high or they can poop on your head,
Yeah they can fly right into your eye and make you feel so scared, 
But you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful, 
That's how I feel about you.

Kate Nash says it best.
In 43 days, I will be home.  I'm terrified.

 Newfoundland!!!!!!
I'm in the home stretch, and it's fantastic.
My group is awesome, my PL is someone I'd want to be best friends with, our house is enormous and fancy, and Clarenville is absolutely beautiful.
The ocean is at the end of my street.  There are trees and rivers and hills and smiling, friendly faces.
I work for the town, on their beautification project.  Right now, we're sprucing up the Farmer's Market, pulling weeds and in the future, planting flowers.  Did I mention that too was right on the ocean.  So on my lunch break/whenever we want, we jump off a small hill, and sit on the shore, throwing rocks back into the ocean.  
However, my back hurts like a mother fucker, and my hands have perma-dirt.
Matt had some contraption to pull weeds with, but I didn't have that luxury, so I sat on my knees.  I said this to Spencer, and he said "yeah, but you've got practise".  Nice kid.

I love life right now, and the direction that I am growing.  It's up, by the way.

I have turned over a new leaf.
I am going to start to like Katimavik, and the people in it.
I will stay until August 27, unless they kick me out for being awesome.

Sometimes, I like sitting on the couch until 1am on a work night, just chilling and being awesome.
"My high of the week is that I was straight-up-motherfucking-balling all week.  Thugged out since cub scouts"

I like rainy days, sunny days, and sitting on the back porch reading Archie comics during both. I enjoy fruit snacks, pictures from home, and how Chris is scratching himself on the couch next to me.  I love that my package from Mom came yesterday, and my new bras came today, and my ipod should be here Friday.  I like sushi, sharing, smiling, and taking walks to unfamiliar places.  I enjoy cuddling, knitting, and clean smelling laundry.  I love trees, puddles, and hills.  Really, I like/enjoy/love a lot of things here in Trois-Pistoles.

If my Winnipeg friends were here, I'd love everything.  So, now I just miss my friends, and my self-respect (which I am determined to gain back).  

I hate,however, that I am lactose intolerant, yet have not yet gained the capability to say no to chocolate cake, fettucine alfredo, or Riesen candies.

Tomorrow is diner d'hot dog at the hospital, so, I'm stoked.

 Today was my last day at the YMCA.  It's a little bit sad.
Our group is down to 5.
I'm the only straight person.

I think maybe I'll get drunk tonight, seeing as how tomorrow is good friday and all.
I just have to wait for Chris to finish his learning plan meeting.