"She doesn't own a dress; her hair is always a mess"

Hmm... I haven't been writing as often as I was up until Heidi came.

I think I might've been getting a little ahead of myself. There's no need for me to write a blog every day, or every second day. I just tend to write about nothing. My blogs turn into Seinfeld.

Mind you, I still jot down things here and there. Nothing anyone is ever gonna see, mind you. As open as I wish to be, there are some things I just don't talk about with anyone but myself, and it's always gonna be like that. I'm sure you, faithful reader, have some skeleton bones in your closet as well.
And that's cool.

What's new with me?
A little of this, a little of that. I'm still going forward in my never-ending quest to make myself a better person. Been checkin' out MUN.ca a lot in the last week or so, to kinda get a feel for the university. I've never really had to check 'er out before. It's starting to really hit me now that I'm going to be a student... and the feeling that I get when I think about this whole deal is... well... I can't really describe it.
Pride? Yeah, that's one word to put on it. I can finally say that I'm proud of something I've done and actually mean it. My life as it's always meant to be is finally starting to take shape.

To say the last ten years have been a waste would be a complete lie. I've learned how to deal with people. I'm better prepared to deal with bullshit now, for when I go out into the "real" world once again. A whole new way of looking at life is just around the corner for Matthew Baker, but without the last ten years, I never would have gotten to where I am now.

It seems like everything has lead (and is leading) up to September. I think I've always been meant to study at MUN, or at least a post-secondary institution, and I'm finally doing it. I know my parents are proud, but I'm prouder. I ain't gonna fail. My goal of straight A's is a locked-on guarantee.

I've been really impressed with MUN so far, too. I just got a letter in the mail this morning welcoming me into the faculty of Arts, and if that wasn't impressive enough, Sunday evening I got a call from Student Services to see if I had any questions about MUN, about registration, etc. The very helpful person on the other line even assisted me in setting up my email account.
I guess they really do give a shit. I am really looking forward to starting my studies.

Okay, enough about school...

More about my niece.
Rather, the one that's gonna be here in July. I can't wait to see her. I can't wait to change her diaper and tell her how much she reminds me of her mother. I can't wait to feed her, to help her ride a bike, to build lego houses with her, to have a tea party with her.
I know it's not fatherhood for me, but it'll be a good indication of what it's actually like. I wish Heidi and Mark lived closer... I would love to be an ever-present force in the little one's life. I'd babysit for free.

I also wish they decide to call her Annika. It's really a beautiful name. The only plus side to not calling her Annika is that if/when I have a daughter, I can use it...
But I've always dug simple names like Rachel, Anna, Elizabeth, Sarah... I dunno. I guess we'll have to see.

All this talk about babies makes me wanna have one. After I get MUN finished, the only possible thing that could fulfill me any more is to start a family. I think the "getting a job" thing goes without saying... and I'm sure anyone who knows me well enough knows that money is a secondary thing when it comes to my happiness.
Money can't buy love. Money can't buy happiness.

But love can buy happiness. And without love, you're as broke as a homeless man.


So I've added something else to my "fitness" routine recently. Crunches.
Don't know what they are, eh? I'm not even sure I'm doing them right, but I trust my father completely when it comes to this sort of thing, so I suppose I'm on the right track. I do know one thing, though. I don't ever wanna sneeze right after doing crunches ever again.
I've you've ever seen me sneeze, you know what I'm talking about. It HURT.

It's pretty foggy in Gander today. I'm only really enjoying it because I know it's gonna cut through the snow like a warm knife through butter. There's still at least four feet of snow on my front lawn. Or maybe less... I dunno. It rained like a sonofabitch last night. I can't wait to get to St. John's where there's apparently no snow left at ALL.
You lucky fuckers.