I really don't like packing. especially because i have to do it again in three weeks. i have my clothes packed now. i gotta pack everything else tomorrow. and clean stuff thursday and buy stuff that i can't get at home. then i get to leave after work on friday morning. i need a haircut and a pap before i go up. fun. i have to hoodwink somebody out of a plate. go to camper's villiage, and get my photos into blacks. i can buy food at home. at least i can leave some stuff here. sucks to be you people moving out of dorms. i'm really excited for my job up north. i'll try to take as many pictures as i can. i think i'll be doing more of a journal type thing on my webpage, because it'll mean less time i need to spend on the internet. its  http://www.heatherplanet.i8.com but it looks like crap just now. i'll get it set up before i leave hopefully. an update on the bugs; there are none in the pantry but today i found some in the plastic container that my food lives in. so i called cheryl becasue my mom is never home and she said to use bay leaves because apparently the leaves kill the little buggers. but i didn't hear bay leaves i heard bailey's. then i got confused because she told me that i could put it on my flour and stuff and it would be fine to eat later. this doesn't make sense if you think baileys. i figured it out when she said i could probably find it in the spices section, so i went in to look for baileys in the spices and had a duh moment when i found the bay leavs. then i laughed at myself all the way home. oh and i finally died the purple out of my hair last night. bet you my mom doesn't notice. i think it's a bit darker than my normal color though, but she still won't notice. a girl at work did. but i'm rambling now. so have a nice day or whatever. note to scott: congrats on actually getting the point. any how ttfn. heather

if you want to be able to talk to me this summer mosey on over to www.skype.com and download skype. it's a free web based calling service. so you can call my computer from your computer. or get yahoo messenger. it's web cam and voice conversations are far superior to msn. that's the deal. my skype is h.anne.t and yahoo is li_zetsudai. since i just broadcast that to the world plaese tell me who you are or i prolly won't talk to you. tata for now.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell".

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no;
then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:
"You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb,
in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight,
while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows --
O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared --
such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . .
then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm --
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

so this wednesday night thomas came down. i had to work thursday morning, but when i came home we got distracted and i missed math. oops. Then we went to walmart to buy kingdom of hearts 2 and i got some groceries. never buy cheese a walmart. especially walmart brand cheese. so we had cheeseless pizza but it was ok because we used bulls-eye, and bulls-eye fixes everything. then we went to bed. friday we got to sleep in, but not too early ;-) we amused ourselves until my math test. after my math test we wentback to my house, and thomas had to leave soon. i decided since i was done my homework, that i would go home with him. so i stopped by shoppers on my way and was 30 mins behind him leaving. my short cut wasn't that great, but i only ended up about 15 mins behind when we got to rocky. Thomas bougth some food because apperently his cupboard was bear and we made a stir fry, when kevin came home. Saturday Thomas had to work early, so i went to work with kevin because they could use some help cleaning out stuf for renovations. I helped his boss, Terry clean out the stuff in his office, and drive it over to country classics. then i got to watch grampa don use a forklift to put the office furniture up really high in storage. a guy named -------- from newfoundland was there working too. i don't really like him much. he kept smiling at me plus he talked what kevin called newfie frenchman. i could of sworn he was talking alein a few times. so then we went to co-op to meet thomas for his lunch break and terri decided to buy lunch because i helped him clean out his office. thomas had bought some jelly bellies and we had fun with the flavours. when he had to go back to work kevin and i went shopping then home. i had to connect to dial up to comment and hand in my comp sci assignment. sunday when we got up kevin convinced thomas to make breakfast then took over. he went outside after and came back super duper grumpy. very very grumpy. nobody know why for sure, but maybe because he missed cheryl. when cheryl and kim got home from edmonton he was still grumpy. he and kim fought more loudly than usual. thomas and i went downstairs to watch deperate housewives and then went to bed. i don't know why but i always feel more in the mood here than at his house.  maybe it's because of the awesome family vibe there. i like that i'm included in everything that goes on. i had a job interview via phone this afternoon for a villiage in the NWT that i cannot pronounce or spell. it pays $17 plus 4% vacation pay and retrun airfare and board. i only have to buy food. i really hope i get it. it'll be an adventure.