As a general rule, I dislike pop. Not pop music, not pop corn, but soda pop, as some call it. In Canada though, it’s mainly just pop. I dislike it due to the vast amounts of carbination found in pop (which is, duh, the thing that differentiates it from juice), versus my inability to burp.

Yes, you’ve read correctly– I am incapable to burping.

Apart from when I was a small child, I suppose, burping has been something that has eluded me, somehow! I have faith in my ability to overcome this obstacle (I only learned how to blow my nose in mid-February 2007, on a flight from Calgary to Ottawa.)  But until then, I must suffer.

I am an oddball, see (as if you hadn’t guessed), and at times I do have cravings for pop. They take over me, and against my better judgement, I succumb. Which is what happened today.

During my 15 minute break at work today, I went to buy a snack, and something in my mind registered thirst. Another part of my mind shouted “Screw beverages! Get fries!” And, well, fries potato wedges are certainly a weakness of mine. So, I got a small, ate a few, found them to be unsatisfying and threw them away. Then, with a feeling of emptiness and loss, I trudged back to work.

An hour and a half passed, and marked the end of my shift. My God was I thirsty. But my parents were waiting to pick me up, so I left quickly hoping to be home soon.

No such luck. They needed to run errands, and so I sat, on edge, in anticipation of our next stop. Thank God, it was Golden Acre, the plant store, which has a concession. After double checking that my measley amount of change (2.50$) would cover a beverage (2.00$) I had to make a decision.

Now, this is where I segway into the fact that I am an extremely indecisive person. I have menu items pre-chosen at all of my frequented restaurants to ensure my friends don’t have to wait while I weigh the pros and cons between tomato or cream sauce.

On a whim, I chose a bottle of CPlus Orange Pop. MY GOD WAS I THIRSTY! I broke open the cap, and chugged. It didn’t taste orangey! I was shocked. What is this?! All I could taste was fizzy bubbles. WHERE WAS THE ORANGE?!?!?

My mom took the bottle from me and took a sip. “Ew! That’s disgusting! It’s just fizz! I can’t even taste the pop.” Then she let out a burp, and was content.

But I couldn’t let out a burp! I didn’t know how! I still don’t know how, several hours later! I collapsed in the car, and clutched my stomach, thinking “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” We made a stop at Wal-Mart to pick up kitty litter. “I’m gonna be sick!” I told my dad. “Get awaaaayyyy!” He replied.

Frustrated, I began to tear up and wonder why the Gods were so cruel. Then, all of a sudden!

*HICCUP*

I HICCUPED! And MY GOD DID IT FEEL GOOD! I skipped along, happily. “*hiccup, hiccup, hiccup.*”

It was a miracle, really.

Once, a long time ago, I mentioned a glorious day when we could celebrate “the colour green! And… the evolution of lizards!” And that day, was August 8th. And that day, is today.

Also, coincidentally, it happens to be the birthday of the ever-fabulous and adorable, Rachaely!!!

Although, we did actually end up taking out Christmas lights down in February, when I posted the entry, I shall celebrate today by hanging sparkly star lights, hanging around green things (like grass! and… celery! And non-ripe bananas!), learning more about lizards and their evolution and relationships, and maybe chatting to the now ancient Rachaely.

I hope that you guys will join me in celebrating green today, and all the other things that need celebrating, of course.

I’m back from BC, and refreshed and happy! I won’t go into great details about every last thing I did. Pretty much, on Wednesday we drove for 8 hours to Armstrong, and stayed overnight. Then, an hour to Kelowna to do a bit of shopping, then an hour to Penticton. That brings us to Thursday evening, when we cooked dinner for my brother’s Katimavik group, which they enjoyed.

On Friday, we went to Kelowna, which was my first stop on my Katima-tour. I absolutely loved visiting my old hangouts, and having pachos at Kelly O’Bryan’s, although I missed my group horribly. It was weird that they weren’t there, and every time I saw something that had changed over the last year, I felt sad.

From Friday until Monday we kidnapped my brother, who, surprise of surprises, has shaved off his hair. Apparently, he had a faux-hawk, and wanted it shorter, and in the process of trying to even everything out, ended up shaving it all off. It was shocking. Sure, it will grow back, but it was just… crazy!

Photos will be added to my Flickr over the next few days.

It was really nice to relax, and mainly to catch up on my reading. I used to be such a bookworm, but I haven’t been able to get into anything lately. I read Plain Truth [SPOILER ALERT], by Jodi Picoult. She is an author I’ve recently become aquainted with, and I particularly enjoyed this novel due to my interest in the Amish culture (which spawned from my love for the Angels Trilogy by Lurlene McDaniel) and my developing curiosity involving memory repression and dissociation.

It got me to thinking of the old Aisling, constantly burried in a book and constantly learning. It was a bit of me that I tried hard to hold on to, and am ashamed to say that I lost. Now, I feel as though it is back, and I think: isn’t it weird how you can be constantly searching for change, and realize that what you need to be is what you were all along?