Don't worry baby

Finally, a Saturday I can relax and do nothing. Well, not really. I only came home from work an hour and a half ago... I had the longeeeeest 11-7 shift, and while I know that's good money, MY FEET ARE STILL KILLING ME. But at least I'm back home, re-watching The Avengers.

So the past few days/weeks since I last posted have been quite tumultuous, I must say. Things haven't figured themselves out yet, and while it sucks at the moment, I'm just going to keep doing me and try to not let things bother me. School's coming back soon, and I'm taking some heavy courses. I have to buck up and get my head in the game. With only a few days of summer left, it's kinda sad to know that all of this sunshine will go away :( Oh well, we get to exchange it for crisp leaves and fall sweaters, so yay! Of course I turn to the wardrobe opportunities that the seasons provide me with :P

So yesterday, me, my twin sis, Mom and Dad, went to the PNE! It's a seasonal fair ground, right beside the amusement park called Playland. We only got Gate passes, which meant we couldn't ride any rides, we could just walk around and enjoy the attractions. Me and Genina enjoyed a ton of good (but overpriced) food. She got this awesome gourmet hot dog, and I got two cups of fries (one was poutine, the other was chilli cheese). We also got some ice cream, which was amazing. I got two flavours, one was called the Triple Tornado (I could only taste strawberry and orange, but I guess there was one more flavour in there), and cotton candy, hehehe. Genina got mint chocolate chip and chocolate mud pie. She's such a sucker for chocolate, I don't even know why man.

Luckily, since Genina used to work there, her old co workers let us go on a few rides without having stamps on us, and while they were all kid rides, I STILL GOT SO SCARED. I don't know HOW I became such a baby, but I literally would not look up, even though we couldn't be more than 15-20 feet from the ground, hahahaha.

At around 6pm, my fam and I saved seats early for the Beach Boys concert! They're the most rocking, enduring bands ever whose hits seriously still get to me. It started to rain while we we waited for the two and a half hours, but thankfully it went away after like 10 minutes. The concert was awesome. The Beach Boys were still just as good, and my parents really enjoyed it. I didn't think the amphitheatre was gonna get filled up but it did! Freaking people EVERYWHERE. Who knew the old guys would do such a good job selling out the place?

Work's been a total mind fuck with me lately. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's awful. Today was a good day, for example. The last few days have been crap. I don't know, I've been getting into a lot of fights with people lately, just not getting along period with some of my co workers and giving legit attitude, but only when it's deserved. For the most part I love my coworkers but there are just some people who make me want to tear my hair out. I don't know what I'm gonna do about that place, but I hope I figure it out soon.

I'm going camping next week, and believe it or not, it's going to be my first time! I think I've already mentioned this, but I'm excited at the prospect of having real and honest smores, and not the packaged kinds you get at the super market :P I think it's going to be fun, talking and telling stories over a camp fire and going swimming and all of that stuff. Let's hope it's like it is in the tv shows, because if it's not, I am probably never going to go camping EVER again, hahaha.

Welp, I thought this would be a much longer post and that I would have more to say, but it turns out I'm too lazy to be writing anything else, and there's nothing much else I wanna say. Oh yes, it just came to me now: if you haven't seen it yet, WATCH THE BOOK THIEF MOVIE TRAILER. Better yet, if you haven't read it yet, READ THE BOOK THIEF. I mean, the books are always better (that is a constant and enduring truth my friends), but the trailer looks so very promising. The female lead is from this French movie called Monsieur Lazhar, and I absolutely adored her in it, as well as that movie. I bet no one else has really seen or heard of her, but I know her well because I re-watch that movie all the time!

Anyway, I'm off. I mean it this time! See y'all later.

Post title is, of course, from the Beach Boys - it's their song 'Don't Worry Baby,' and it's a good message for me right now - or maybe for everyone in general :)

PEACE OUT.

Don't put the blame on me, child

Hullo.

I hope this isn't a trend - me blogging late at night. As I write this, it's currently 2:00am exactly, but I have nothing else to do. I'm extremely bored at this moment, but I've got a lot of things swirling around in my mind too. I don't like to delve too much into what's bothering me, but if I think I can speak about it ambiguously throughout this post, I'll give it a try. Sorry if y'all get confused.

So my days since Thursday night have been considerably less enjoyable, the reason of which is legitimately no fault of my own. I mean, I'll take the blame for certain things that happened in the past similar to this, but I've tried hard since then to clean up my act, and this for sure is not something I had caused. It was just you and your willingness to blame things on something completely made up. This whole thing could have been avoided if you'd just talked reasonably and openly about it with me, but instead I get this pre-emptive, unmerited blast of insults because of something that doesn't exist, didn't even happen, or whatever. It's frustrating when I try so hard to prove that that particular thing is no longer true, but no matter what, it'll always go back to that. So I'm not gonna go sniffing anyone's bum for forgiveness 'cause this isn't my mess to fix. It's yours, and if you don't realize that then I don't know if it's worth waiting around for.

Right now I'm watching The Simpsons Movie, which is a lot like one of the shows I watch right now called Under the Dome. To be honest, UTD kinda sucks, considering it's slow build up and insane amount of mystery, but at least I'm still intrigued. Unlike Pretty Little Liars.... that show's storyline is so inter-woven with other crap, the entire thing is beyond convoluted I can't even begin to paint a legitimate timeline for when Alison died to the present. They keep adding tiny details in between that I literally find SO irrelevant, that I'm pretty much just staying tuned to find out who A actually is. Yeah, PLL needs to get it's shit together 'cause it's really pissing me off.

I close tomorrow, which is okay but not okay. 1) I haven't worked since Wednesday night, so I could really use the moolah to get back into things. 2) I haven't seen my lovely coworkers since Wednesday night also, and I actually crave their company. Texting and sending snapchats is simply not enough. LOL. But then there's the fact that I hate closing with the possibility that the openers haven't done shit to maintain the store, and having to shoulder all the responsibility for making sure clothing goes smoothly. Well, that doesn't sound too different from what I've always been doing I guess, so whatever.

The Teen Choice Awards were tonight, which is something I literally had no interest for, except when my older sis suddenly turned the channel to it because Twitter informed her that my precious Lea Michele was accepting an award and dedicating it to recently deceased ex-boyfriend and former co-star Cory Monteith. For anyone who doesn't know, Cory Monteith was like one of my favourite people in Hollywood and in my Top 3 (Top 3 would-be-boyfriends, I guess. It's not really a Top 3 Hot Guy List b/c let's face it, he's more cute than anything). And when Lea was accepting the award I got so sad but also happy that she was taking it all with such grace, I mean damn, that girl can do no wrong in my eyes. I will pretty much only keep watching Glee if Lea Michele stays in it. She's the only thing that makes that show for me these days, for real.

So I went to Leiana's house to bake on Thursday, like I mentioned in my previous post. After the flour and powder and fun, we watched Paranormal Activity 4, which I surprisingly really liked. It was scary in certain parts but I mostly just liked the way the story was being told. Anyway, ever since then I've been trying to convince my fam that we should get Netflix because that's where we watched it on, but my whole fam thinks it's pointless and a waste of time. BUT HOW CAN IT BE, WHEN IT'S ONLY 7.99 A MONTH. For all of the things you get, like American television shows and full seasons of past tv series and even childhood movies, IT'S TOTALLY WORTH THE 8 DOLLARS. The day my fam finally gets Netflix, will be the day I probably stop using this, because I will be watching it and using it all day errday. So maybe for this blog's sake, I'll hope not to get it too soon :P

Tonight me and my fam went to Denny's for dinner. There was very little to eat at home, and Rida planted it in their heads that we wanted to breakfast food, so although I would've been fine with like, McDonald's or Pho, my rents took us to the 24 Hour diner and we had a good 'ol time :) I love hearing stories about back home in the Philippines, it really makes me miss the place. Granted, my idea of the Philippines is slightly biased because when I go home to my relatives, they're the kinds of people who own big houses and have drivers and go out for dinner all the time - in simpler terms, they're filthy rich. So of course I wanna go home to them - they treat me so well and I love them. But don't get me wrong, I know the place is full of 20 million poverty stricken people, it's just hard to stay in the poorer areas 'cause I get reminded that this isn't vacation for some people and that it's every day life. I'm just used to living well, I could definitely not live the life that others do.

I realize that like, 3/5 of this post have been me complaining, but I guess that's just the mood I'm in.

Post title is from the song Red Hands by Walk Off the Earth. I'm sure every Canadian has heard it's hipster/rockstar beat on the radio, but I know most people haven't. Song is very relevant to my feels right now as well.

Oh look, The Simpsons Movie just ended as I typed that last bit. Looks like I missed the whole thing, writing out this post. Blast you, blog.

Only the credits now.

Talk to y'all some other time.
-Gelina

It's the end of a world

Chill night requires some chill blogging.

Well, chill does not necessarily apply to weather, let's be real. Right now I'm sitting on my top bunk dying of heat while the 90 dollar fan Genina bought for our bedroom reaches only her, sitting carelessly on her bottom bunk :( Oh the fates.

I came in to work today in a super grumpy mood, just thinking about how much this place has really been taking advantage of me and about their lack of appreciation for me. It's not that I'm asking them to kiss my butt or give me better shifts or put me in better zones, that's not it at all - I'm a sales associate and know that wherever they assign me is the section I belong for that day, and I usually head to it with little grumblings. It's just that, after two and a half years of loyal work and coming in 90% of the time they call me last minute, and doing MORE than my fair share of work on majority of the days that I come in, I somehow get the short end of the stick and just carry the load from all these slackers, and pretty much get zero in return from them. Well, besides the fact that I get paid. But even then, I almost feel like threatening to leave (which I know they would despise) unless I get a raise. But let's be real. I don't like to start drama. And I love the people that I work with. So maybe that stuff can wait for a while, huh?

Anyway, that wasn't the point of me talking about why I came into work grumpy today. It's weird, because I certainly did come in grumpy and wasn't paying attention AT all during the closing team's touch-base meeting at the start of the shift, but as the shift went on it just dissipated and I ended up not going home with my feet extremely, unbearable sore, like I have on majority of my shifts. It's probably got to do with the fact that I wore the flip flop platform looking shoes to work that Genina suggested, and I wasn't really working my butt off in the fitting rooms. I just went with the flow. So that was good for me. Not a bad shift tonight, not at aaaall.

I have a final exam on Wednesday that I haven't even BEGUN to study for, but is there even any point? It's an open book final, and I'm quite sure that the Prof said we could even leave the room if we wanted to, to sit and write the exam elsewhere. At least, that's what me and my classmate have been repeating since one of our lessons, so he and I might just exit and work on it somewhere quietly together. Is that cheating? I mean, if he's giving us the opportunity to bring our laptops and use whatever resources available to us AND letting us leave the exam room, does this not show that the prof doesn't really care if we share our work? I mean, say we went to an empty corner of the university to do the work together, how would the man even know if answers were discussed between students outside of the exam room? Well, let's just hope it's as easy as he made it sound that one time in lecture, 'cause God knows I'll need that extra help he's letting us sit the exam with.

My older sister came back from the states tonight, and God bless her soul, visited a Target. There, she bought me and my twin sis a ton of Arizona green teas, a ton of Lays flavoured chips that you don't get here in Canada (some seriously WEIRD flavours, but none that come to mind because I stuffed them all in my pantry when she got home), and of course, the number one demand from Canadian citizens to friends and relatives who mosey to the states, SPICY CHEETOS. I love them and I hate them. Not only do they get my fingers EXTREMELY powder-y with orange stuff, but eating them sincerely hurts. If I eat slowly, it'll be tolerable, but considering I devour those chips like no other, my mouth ends up burning like cray. But hey, I love 'em. And they're not here in Canada. So really, I just have to build my tolerance for spiciness.

I forgot to mention that today at work, I found a pair of high-waisted navy blue shorts that I am in-effing-love with, except I already own the same exact pair but in sky blue :( I was so torn. I liked that other colour better because navy is legitimately my fave colour, but I knew I shouldn't have spent the money. I already freaking spent cab money the other day because I didn't want to wait 30+ minutes for my bus and it was getting dark and I didn't want to walk home. So I didn't feel like I should waste the 17.80 dollars it would cost me. But, Gelina does not rob herself of clothes when I have been working so darned hard, and it's pay day on Friday, and like I've said in previous posts, I'm expecting it to be a big one. So, like the big spender that I am, I bought the navy blue high-waisted shorts that I already own in a sky blue wash, along with a pair of 1.80 earrings that had crosses on them, making my grand total plus my measly discount (the amount of which I shall not name... but I guarantee you it is lousy), 19 something dollars. 19 dollars out of my pocket that I really shouldn't have spent, but couldn't help it. Oh dear paycheque arriving on Friday, I was truly hoping you would push me to reach my summer savings goal, but I think it'll be the one after, instead. After all, I keep track of my money, and this month I think I've spent.... well, let me add it up (it'll seem like I have no social life because of how little I've spent but TRUST me... it's because I'm frugal and have been refusing to spend money even when I chill):

• 22 dollars for me and my twin sister's Pho 
• 8 dollars for the cab ride
• 19 something dollars for the clothes + earrings
• I probably forgot something, but I'm going to assume that's all

Added altogether, that's 49 dollars. And tomorrow since I'm baking with dat hoe Leiana and I need to buy some chocolate chips, I'll have pushed the 50 dollar limit for the month. I know that's nothing, but I feel really awful/guilty every time I spend money for some reason. I'm trying to revert back to my old ways, when I first just started earning money and I was so, so frugal with my money. I literally would spend, maybe twice a month. No exaggeration. What's happened to me :( Well, I know the answer to that. Clothes happened to me. THANK YOU, for nothing, xxi -_-

It is still dead hot in this bedroom of mine. I'm tellin' ya, if you're hot and you need to cool down, do yourself the favour and suck it up - get a freaking air conditioner. 'Cause I cannot stand this heat. THIS IS SO UNFAIR THAT GENINA CAN FEEL THE FAN AND I CAN'T. What kind of life is this.

I'm sure there's plenty more to be talking about but the rest of it I should probably keep on the downlow. I know like, zero people read this, but on the off chance that there's someone out there who knows me and actually gives a fudge what I say, I wanna say that I need to get back to work, stop fooling around, and focus on the thing that I actually wanna do and know that I want to do for a living. Can anybody guess? Probably. But probably not. I can give y'all a hint. It's been done since the beginning of time and everybody can do it who gives it a try - the talent comes a dime a dozen, but I think the method for my madness can stand out better than the rest. If I just put in some effing work, that is.

Don't go thinking I'm crazy now. I'm perfectly sane. And if you figure it out, you should know that I'm making progress. So ha.

Goodnight and good day.

Post title is due in part to the chill atmosphere of the night, and the fact that I'm winding down and this is a good song to wind down to, and also the fact that Drake actually isn't so bad of an artist. So yeah. Post title is by Drake, from the song Doing it Wrong. Ever on a dark, quiet, and contemplative drive home? Play this song and it'll totally fit your mood. The perfect sleepy R&B tune, for the tired mind my friends.

-Gelina

Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart

Holla.

It's' been a lazy few days for me since I last posted, besides for the day that I worked. Now that school's over (well, besides my final exam which isn't until the 14th), I have nothing left to do but chill, and trust me, I'd love to go out errrdayyy that I'm not working but most of the time that requires money. I'm choosing to be extreeeemely frugal for the time being, at least until I know I have much, much, MUCH more than enough for next semester and I can afford a splurge.

I'm watching Voyage of the Dawn Treader on YTV right now, and it's the last bit playing out right now, when they visit Aslan's country. I am literally in love with this scene, and I get so emotional it's not even funny. This movie gets me man. This movie gets me. Other than the fact that the whole thing is practically a metaphor for C.S. Lewis' religious views that I happen to share, this movie brings back a lot of feels. "...remember that time, when you fell? Asleep, fell asleep at my side - watching this movie about God." Yeah.

Holy mackerel. I legitimately just got goosebumps watching the end of that movie. Okay, I'm clearly out of it so I shall get back on topic.

It just came across me a night or two ago that, while I may be convocating in 2015, it might benefit me to declare a minor while I'm still at school, and while the resources are still available to me. I mean, as a Communications major, I'm already taking these similarly useful classes that can be fulfilled for a Publishing minor (3/4 lower level requirements in the process of being fulfilled to be exact), and after that it's just the upper level requirements that need to be satisfied, which I might end up satisfying in the long run because some of them are also needed for that CMNS degree. Does that make sense? I don't know, it's been running around in my head even way before this but the work load has always scared me off. I really need to speak to my advisor and see what he/she thinks, since CMNS and publishing are so closely related in my department. The most important thing I would need to know is how much this would prolong my graduation. Since my desires for a publishing minor have been discovered a little late, I haven't been accumulating the exact requirements since early on like others have. This means I have a lot of catch up work to do.... and ugh, I just don't know. I want the minor but I don't want the extra work. How typical of me.

So tomorrow is a Civic Holiday in Beautiful BC and that means as an xxi slave, I get stat pay! I'm very excited about this. Sure, I'm only working twice next week, but the fact that one of them has increased pay, I'm none too bothered. Besides, the last two weeks like I mentioned in my previous post, I'd been getting called in like CRAZY to help out. I'm really not too troubled. Let's just hope my former non-spending and all too frugal habits stay put because I haven't really spent a dime in the last month or two, and I'd like it to stay that way. I mean God, I love books and I love my family and I love my friends but damn, do I love money a hell of a lot :P

I might have a camping trip approaching at the end of the month and I'm uber excited about it. It's the tent, wilderness and burning fire kind of camp, and not glamping in a cabin, as others have so accurately described it (this person being the lovely Kimberly Martinez). So I'm interested to see how I'll take to three days and two nights of the bare necessities. Will I be eating trout like they did in the Parent Trap re-make? Will I pull someone's sleeping mattress into the lake as the best prank ever? Probably not 'cause that's cruel, and now that I've put camping pranks out there I sure hope no one gets any ideas, 'cause I am so not the type of person that takes to pranks well... I'm easily the most gullible person sometimes, I can't even take obvious sarcasm unless the person points it out. And I'm supposed to be smart....! Get it together, Gelina.

I was just reading over some of my old posts and for some reason, I got really jealous of my past self. I mean, besides the fact that my past self was younger and had more time for herself and wasn't jam packed with university and two part-time jobs, past Gelina had so much time for books. I would literally be like, "Omg y'all, I'm almost done reading Goblet of Fire in my summer HP marathon and I can't wait to finish re-reading the rest," or "Ok kids I just finished the books I got for Christmas, I really suggest THIS and THIS and THAT and THIS and blah blah blah." And they weren't shitty books either. They were AMAZING books. Like, The Book of Negroes, or Audrey, Wait! AND COME ON, MY HP MARATHON. I mean, every summer I would re-read the series from START to END and now it's summer right now and the only thing I've been reading is "Advertising the American Dream" for my CMNS course this semester. Man, am I depressing. I kind of want to get back into the habit of devouring books like when I did in high school and early university. But man, I'm really low on time.

I also used to make a lot of lists back then. Although, a loooot of them were just homework lists and wish lists for Christmases and birthdays, but I might as well kick them off again with a Books I Want To Read list. I have NONE at the top of my head right now tho, so this list might take me a while to get even at least three down....

Books I Want To Read:

• The Cuckooo's Calling (I mean, OBVIOUSLY)
• Any classic novel - uh.... Winter of Our Discontent, there.
• And you see, I told you, I can't think of anything else.

All that comes to mind are books that I've already read and want to read again. Like Grapes of Wrath or To Kill a Mockingbird. In fact, the last book I re-read was a few months ago, and it was To Kill a Mockingbird, but that's because it is legitimately, hands down, the best book I'd ever read. That, and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I can't suggest them and shove them down your throat enough. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THOSE BOOKS, READ THEM NOW IN ORDER TO FIND TEMPORARY BUT LONG-TERM LIFE FULFILLMENT. I know that made no sense, but that's how I felt after having read both of those books. I just breathed a sigh of relief and was content, and that feeling has lasted me a while and I still remember it even now. If a book can make me do that, then it is definitely a good one.

Alright well, although there's many more things floating through my head right now, like why Selena Gomez said that her favourite country to visit was Canada (I mean, it's obvious why but I still don't like her reason for saying so), or why Ross Lynch is considered a "multi-talented musician" when his singing is awful, or how long it takes for a full-size pack of graham crackers to be delivered to a dormitory in New Zealand when I sent it at least three (?) something weeks ago, I should probably go.

Farewell for now.

Song title in this post is from THE most under rated song and band at the moment if you ask me, Paper Kites by Featherstone. This was a happy song for me at a certain time and if you know me it makes sense, but if you don't, you'll just have to be satisfied with it's sleepy, make-you-wanna-go-on-a-road-trip kinda tune.

- Gelina.

I can feel the city lights burn

Guess what everybody? I'm back! Momentarily, fleetingly, for the long-haul, who knows.  I just know that I came across this blog randomly again, read all over my old posts and realized, hm, I chronicled almost all of my final senior year and the beginning of my university careeer, it would be nice to pick things up again. It's nice to go back and read over everything that had brought me to a certain point and I'm pretty sure my future self will thank me for coming back to this later on in life.

For the record, I believe my last post was made sometime in the Spring semester of my freshmen year in university. By the Grace of God, I've survived and made it to the halfway point - I'm just above 60 credits, so only 60 more credits to go until I'm ready for convocation! Well, that, and a ton of homework-filled, stress-filled, anxiety-inducing class requirements. Because I'm a Communications major. And that requires a shit ton of writing, unfortunately.

So yeah, I'm a declared Communications major at her halfway point in university, technically speaking my third year at school. Don't know how I got this far, I just know that I've managed things well enough and miraculously haven't met any seriously poor, academic-probation kind of grades. I even got an A- in a CMNS class last semester. Once again, I have no clue how that happened.

After a Pho date with the same girls I have been blogging about since my senior year, because yes my best friends from three years ago are still my best friends now (and I am proud to say that we hang out on a weekly basis, if not make it a point to chill often enough that we still somehow get sick of each other), I went back home to keep writing my paper. I gave myself a week and a half to write it, which turned out to be only two and a half days. One day where I did a basic chunk, then another to finish the last significant part of it, and a third to polish it up. That's usually how it goes with me and my paper writing process. Except I procrastinated so much that I had to give up and just force myself to be satisfied with what I'd gotten down. I want nothing more than some sort of a B in this class. I am so not trying hard for this summer semester, in my one and only class.

I've pretty much been working the entire summer, since I'm taking a lazy attitude towards school. In fact, I'm assuming that I'm going to cash in on my next paycheque - with the hours I've been working and having been called in a zillion bajillion times throughout the last two weeks, I'm really hoping I'm going to reach my summer savings goal of $_000 dollars. Yeah, I'm not going to specify the amount because according to my twin sis that kind of stuff is confidential, but excuse me for being a little proud of my saving skills! Let's just say, the blank spot is upwards of the number five, but below ten. JUST below ten.... if you get my drift. Wow, I may as well have put the number itself up but hey, it doesn't hurt to be vague I guess! Heheheheh.

So, apparently this is a record for us peeps in Vancouver. Not only has it been the hottest few days for us, but we've gone 34(?) days straight without a drop of rain. This is miraculous 1) because it rains for the other eight months of the year and we deserve some straight days of sunshine and 2) fall somehow always arrives early, but by the looks of it, we'll be having sun for a little while longer! I just have to get used to wearing sunscreen when I go out. It's almost a necessity for survival. Despite being asian, I burn like a mother, and that shizz ain't cool.

I can also thank this summer weather for giving me a popsicle obsession. Or just, a cold drink obsession. I've been begging my sisters and my parents to buy supersize or just enormous amounts of popsicles to last me the rest of the summer, and so far I've just had a box of creamsicles and some sour patch kids popsicles. I mean they're awesome and everything, but they've never lasted me. In fact, me and my twin finished our sour patch kids box just tonight, and now I feel like I'm mermaid, living off of my mercifully cold water bottle. Halleulajah.

Anyway. This post has been random enough and I'm actually quite, quiteeee sleepy. I got up at 8:30am for work today and I have to wake up even earlier tmrw so I can print out a paper and then hand it in at the beginning of lecture, which also happens to be my final lecture of the summer semester! After tomorrow, it's just my measly open book exam. Fingers crossed it's as easy as it sounds.

Goodnight and good day. And God bless you, to whoever may be reading.

And God rest you to a man who was vital to the growth of my spiritual journey, Roger LaFleche. You taught me in your classroom and with your guidance I received confirmation, a blessed sacrament. It was there that I met one of my best friends six-something years ago (one of the very girls I had Pho with today - see, told y'all I still have the same bffs), and I would've never met her if it weren't for sharing a classroom under you. Thanks for everything, sir.

Post title from City of Devils by Yellowcard (It's always nice to know the soundtrack that's currently leaving tracks in your head, and I never used to highlight them before. At least I will now!)

Once again, goodnight and God bless :)