Calls Home

So, yesterday was Sam's birthday, (or today it was rather, but not really, just here, not there) and today was Eden's birthday, (or tomorrow, here, but not there, if you catch my drift) so I made some calls home. I try to make sure I call them separately, even though their birthday's are only one day apart.

Yesterday, I called and talked to Sam-a-hamma-whamma. That was fun. We laughed at things and people, and then we put them together and really got laughing! Oh man, some of the stuff people do. It's just too funny. So that was good. Sam's a good kid. It sounds like he's done a lot of growing up since I've seen him last. That's always a good sign.

I'm not the kind of person that kids grow up "too fast". I think that there are some people that just don't grow up, which is bad, and people that take on a lot of responsibility at a young age, but seeing as many of the people in this position that I know personally just use that as an excuse to feel sorry for themselves because they "never had a childhood", shows their immaturity and therefore, they really aren't as grownup as they would have you think. I mean, if a kid had to start taking on these responsibilities at like, age 9, okay, that'd be, maybe, too early, but I don't know of anyone like that, so - yeah, no.

Anyway, moving. Let's see, what were we talking about, oh! Birthdays! So, yeah, talking to Sam was fun. I just got off the phone with Eden-peanuty about half-an-hour ago. She's such a cutie. I can't really talk with her as long as I can with Sam, but she's always a pleasure to chat with. She was searching frantically for someone who knew the title of the song her new music box made, and I could hear in the background, Kait, Jake, and Ez go, "da-na-da-na-da-na, da-na-na." I knew what they were singing, but no one was really sure what the title was. I tried to tell Eden, but she ran off to get the box so I could listen to it.

"Ede, Ede."
"Yeah?"
"It's 'Fur Elise'."
"Fa Elise?"
"No, 'Fur', like the hair of a dog."
"Yeah, that's what I said."
"Okay, yeah. That's what it is. 'Fur Elise.' That's a pretty song."
"Yeah."

So, for those of you that don't know, "da-na-da-na-da-na, da-na-da" is Morse Code for 'Fur Elise.' Everyone knows that.

Happy 17th and 7th Sam and Ede. Keep on rockin' out.

Leave Calmer's MySpace.

Hey, here's Levi's page. I don't know if anyone else has checked it out, but it's pretty cool. I was just kind of fooling around online with my friend Lindsey, and she typed in his name in Google to see if he would come up. (You know the game.) Of course it did, and I checked out his page for the first time. I love the song "Being Found," it's awesome. I downloaded it.

www.myspace.com/leavecalmer

Moving

Moving must be like my hobby. I just seem to be doing it constantly. If I'm not moving, I'm gearing up to do so. Between the time I left home and right now (a total of a year and almost a month) I have moved (entirely) a frightening 8 times. That's not including the stops in between which were often long enough for me to have to use my suitcases, not just an over-night bag. It's been horrendous, but hopefully things will start to slow down as the years go by. (I'm counting on it, actually. I can't live like this for too much longer.)

Anyway, my 9th move is underway. I'm moving in with a friends' family. She and I went to middle school together and have kept in contact off and on ever since. We still regard each other (as many of my long-lost friends do) as good buddies. She's not living here right now, but rather, up near her internship. (She's a biology major. There's a lab on island and I guess they have some housing nearby.) Her family has taken me under their wing. Her mum and dad are great, as are her brother and two little sisters. Julia, the youngest, is just about Eden's age. In fact, her birthday comes up in a few days if I remember right.

I have spent the past two nights here, this will be my third, but I still have quite a few things over at the dorms. It's only about a mile away, but it's still a big change. First of all, no drunks in the middle of the night. Secondly, I have wireless, free laundry, free food, and free rent! It's fantastic! My old pod-mate, Dawn, was like, "Well, living in the dorms isn't that bad. I mean, $93 a week and we get quite a bit." I'm like, "Dawn $93 bucks a week, and I get a bed, closet, one meal a day (I pay for more, but I'm working during the other two meals), one computer with the slowest dialup I can ever remember enduring, and a perpetually disgruntled dorm mom, who means well, but complains a lot." Yeah... I think I'm getting the better end of the deal here.

So, yes. My new home, in the quiet, and somewhat familiar town of Seal Harbor. What a sweet thing it is! Beautiful! (The house too, not just the town. I mean, it's really stunning.) Besides, they have a piano. What more could I ask for!? (Not much.)