This is Me

Someone recently told me to make a list of things that I like about myself. I'm not entirely sure what that will accomplish. Will I look at the list and then not be able to fit through doors as my head is so big? Who knows? This person is wise, so I'm going to give it a whirl. I probably shouldn't do it this publicly, but alas, my journal is too far away, and I hate writing in notepad on the computer.

I think I've got a good sense of humour. I'm reasonably intelligent. I'm empathetic (sometimes I despise this about myself, but I'm mostly thankful for it). I like the colour o f my eyes. I like that I play the trombone. I like my friends. I usually like my hair. As annoying as they may be for some, I like my puns. I'm feeling pretty weird about this. I like that I'm president of the student council. I like my work ethic. Well.....this self-indulgent list is getting quite long enough I think.

Ok, this is one of the hardest things I've ever written, and I've written a five-page paper about a comma in John Donne's "Death be not Proud" poem. Seriously.

As a sidebar, will the Barenaked Ladies survive without Stephen Paige? I personally am going to miss the soothing tone of his sweet tenor tunes. Time will only tell. And what the hell was Paige thinking, leaving the band. One week, if he loses a million dollars, discovers alcohol and moves into the old apartment, is how long it will take Paige to return to the Ladies. I can't stand to learn anyone else's name in the band, except Ed.