Isn’t it pretty???

I was previously with Telus (although, I still sort of am, for about another half of a month). But my contract is ending (very) soon and I tried calling in and seeing if they had any sort of incentive for me to stay with them (all I really wanted them to do was to be able to price match an advertised student plan that was available through one of their competitors). But instead, after the first (super friendly) customer representative I got, I was passed onto their retention department and the woman I got tried to get me to agree to a more expensive plan than the one I was looking at (from their competitor’s website) or a plan that had the same price, but with a lot less included things. Also, the plan she wanted me to agree to was advertised on the Telus website and was available to all new customers, so there wasn’t really anything ‘special’ about it. I wanted them to be able to match it for me with something equivalent, not make excuses about how their plan is so much better.

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I’ve gotten so used to seeing the stamp on the inside of my wrist that I got Saturday night when I went to a concert with K and E. It’s mostly faded now (thank goodness), but it’s been there for a while now that I’m going to miss it when it’s all gone. My sister suggested that I get a tattoo on the inside of my wrist – thanks for the suggestion, D. I have actually considered it. I really want to get the infinity symbol done, and a phoenix, and a Blythe pullring…

Saturday night, like I’ve mentioned, I went to see a concert featuring my favourite band with the best friend (K) and her boyfriend (E), who sounded horrible (and I hope he’s doing better now). The opening act was horrible (in my honest opinion) as he was a one-man show (his bandmates weren’t there for some illegal sounding reasons…?) and kept on stopping in the middle of songs to chat up the audience. The actual main act was wonderful. People violently moshed and pushed each other around, luckily no one seemed to get hurt and I avoid it (for the most part, except for when I went and got pushed straight into someone who managed to catch me before I fell, yay). It was wonderful though, there’s nothing like seeing your favourite band in person. Although, as K mentioned (and I fully agree), it’s weird when you’ve been listening to a band for X number of years and then you see them in person and the main singer (who’s the only original member of the band now) has aged so much and no longer has bleached blonde or black hair (and it wasn’t shaggy either… so weird). But amazing. Absolutely amazing. And that concert ticket was, for about 24 hours, the only thing on my bulletin board (joining it are my tickets for Les Miserables and Dan Savage, both from 2009, and a ticket from a musical I saw yesterday). ♥♥♥ The Ataris.

Sunday I was supposed to go to a parade, but when I went to call in to volunteering, L (who sort of supervises me) was so grateful that I was calling because she really needed a volunteer. Major guilt, hah, so I ended up going in to volunteering – which ended up really fun. Especially the part when we were singing Christmas carols for the church service (I volunteer at a long term care home) because the group that was supposed to be there didn’t show so we had to do something. We sang Amazing Grace, Jesus Loves Me, Silent Night, Oh Come All Ye Faithful and a few other songs that I actually knew the tunes to (thank goodness… one of the residents verbally abuses those who cannot sing properly, heh). And then later Sunday evening, I went to go and see The Lion King with my sisters. We had craptastic seats but it was so amazing and beautiful. I hated young Simba and Nala though (their singing voices), but everything else was fabulous! ♥♥♥

Anyway, I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. I bought new shoes today (and some other stuff… *cough*)! Super cute with bows!

What did you do this weekend?

I go through these periods of time where I just end up doing a lot of thinking. Usually just reflecting about who I was then and who I am now. I’m a lot more sure of myself now, if that makes sense. I used to think that I grew up a lot, like from elementary school to middle school, then middle to secondary and then there was high school graduation. And, of course, it was a form of growing up, but I wasn’t as sure of myself then as I am now. I thought I was though, so maybe it’s the same sort of thing.

I was talking to one of my coworkers today and he asked me how many summers I’d worked for the company for. And this will be my fifth summer. He said it’s sort of like watching me grow up, despite the fact that it’s only been a handful of years, because even though I’m still so short (yes, he actually said that), I have changed quite a bit since my first summer. I’d like to think that people are always capable of growth.

I thought I’d love middle school when I started – which was a lie. I found out very quickly who were really my friends then, and how quickly those ‘BFFs’ from elementary school dispersed and found their own cliques. Someone once told me that the friends you make in high school are the ones you make for life. In a way, I think that’s true. I keep on contact with a lot of my friends from high school. I can not see someone for four months and then see them again and it’s like no time has ever passed.

And I think I’m just really ‘finding’ out who I am now. Who I am, what I want in life, who I want in my life. That sort of thing. I may be rambling, maybe I am. But it’s always good to think that you know who you are, and what you want in life. I guess if it feels like it’s right, it can’t be wrong, can it?