I do not wish to be called Abby anymore; I am now 'The Esteemed Miss Abigail' according to Martha.

Today I went to Vancouver with my mother, to clear up some things with my passport. I spent the morning at her workplace, doing menial tasks that nobody else wanted to do, the whole time having people come up to me, and either introduce themselves, or talk about how I have grown up since the last time they saw me, (which was in November with Siobhan) and how beautiful I am now (that comment coming from Dorothy, the former model.) I got to spend a lot of my time working with Martha, a former lawyer who is new to AIBC. She reminded me a bit of Ms. Vogel, only more random. She is also Krystal skinny. Anyways, I did a lot of filing and moving things, stuff I actually didn't mind doing because I was bored.

After, mom and I went to the immigration office in Harbour Centre to get my passport. After a rather long wait, and a few minor setbacks, everything was fine and we left to go eat sushi.

We made a quick trip to Deluxe Junk, where everything is organized by colour. Sadly, the owners weren't there today, as I really wanted to meet them. Who better to run a niftilous consignment store, than two old gay guys and their dog? I bought a really cool belt; the colours somewhat match my new purse, (the flowery side) and it has this giant, circular buckle, with light and dark blue jewels.

After that, we went back to the AIBC, where I basically sat and watched my mom work until we had to leave, which only took a couple hours. We went to Port Moody, where we met up with dad and Erin and took a look at the apartment in the park. Do me a favour, and don't ask about it yet, because we don't know if we are going to move back to Port Moody yet.

So tonight we watched Looking for Leonard, and after pretty much watching the whole thing, I still don't know what it is about.

We also just finished watching Queer Eye, and it was one of those episodes where the straight guy didn't listen to the fab five at all. If it is even possible, Carson was being even flamier than usual.

Oh look, more forest fires. I hope my dear friend Angela does not have to be evacuated again this year. I mean, there are only seven hundred and thirty two fires to date around B.C.

I am starting to ramble, so I am going now. Instead of my original plans of doing the Grouse Grind tomorrow, I have managed to get myself roped into babysitting my cousins and visiting my bitchy grandmother at the same time. Oh joy. (Quelle horreur!)

Goodnight children.