Good morning telephone. I dare you to ring again.

Is it terrible that I am counting the days until I can go back to Artz Haus?
I hope not. Because I am.
So. About all of that interesting stuff I said I'd post about, but didn't. Here we go.
Tuesday I went to OHS with Emma and JR. I enjoyed seeing all of my old teachers again, but it was, at the same time, very strange. Again, that feeling of being somewhere that you know is so familiar, but seems so alien, if only because you've been away from it for so long. The same way my room still feels.
While we were at the school, I got an impromptu award, as I won't be able to make it to Black and Gold in February. So, I was presented with the Governor General's award, right there in front of Mrs. Cossette's desk. Holycrap. That's huge. I think my dad was quite proud, it's always very difficult to tell with him, but there was something there. I got this medal, and a certificate. Definitely: Holycrap.
Post award, we went down to the FasGas to get slurpees and junk food, just like back in the day. Along with that came the same strange feeling of foreign familiarity, a little less though. It was then decided that we would drive all the way to High River to see Mrs. Leask, which was certainly worth it. It seems that her life is changing just as fast as ours are, but I won't say anymore on that.
Wednesday was my blood test, and I got the angry nurse. First time, she blew right through the vein, which I HATE. In one side, out the other, whoops you're bleeding, try it again. I'm left with the most wonderful bruise on my arm now, all splotchy and purple.
I ventured to the bar for a second time with my mom (because I am impossibly cool like that), and wound up meeting up with a bunch of people from high school.
Once more, that strange feeling.
Long story short, we hung out until three in the morning. I'm not sure I like any of them any more than I did when we were in high school, a period which was not necessarily the greatest of my life. But I can certainly appreciate (almost) all of them as people, and it's interesting to see how they too have changed. Even if it isn't for the better.
Yesterday started abruptly with the loud ring of the telephone. What a horrible way to wake up. Dad and I took a quick jaunt to the city for some Christmasy shopping, which helped to fuel my growing disgust with the holiday season in general. So many people spending so much money and being so rude. Yuck.
Quick haircut by one of Mom's friends, and then back to the house where I watched a movie avec mom.
This morning, I watched the sun rise. It's winter solstice, the first day of winter, and the longest day of the year.
Although, one could say it's also the first day of summer, as from here on, the days will only become longer in anticipation of a time where the weather is warmer and the air is sweeter.
Even though I am not what I would call a morning person, there's something undescribably incredible about watching the sun rise. Few things can make me feel quite as small and humble. There's nothing else to do but sit back and marvel.
All poetic musings aside, I spent the rest of the day (again) at OHS, talking to whoever would listen it seems. Went to Okotoks with mom for a bit (some issues of contention crop up here, but I can hardly list those just after describing the beauty of sunrises, can I? Maybe later...), watched the Virgin Suicides for the hundreth time, and got a little artsy.
Now this ends the same as it began, with me missing Artz Haus intensely, and counting down the days until I can go back.