Don’t be shy, everyone! I know this can be an odd topic, but it’s the cold hard truth. Pretty much every family has those dreaded naked baby pictures of you. No matter how hard you try to destroy them or put them out of your mind, guess what? They’re still there. They will always be there. I know this for a fact. It’s an awful fact, but a fact nonetheless. Here’s the story.

When I was little, like every child, I went through a stage where wearing clothes was not a big priority. So, I didn’t wear them. Now let’s get something straight first: This was ONLY in the backyard and ONLY with the family, and I was probably two or three (tops). It was also a BRIEF stage. Anywho. Naturally, my family had to document this horrible stage and they kept the pictures. Luckily, there are only four. I was going to personally destroy them but my family wanted to keep them as memories. Reluctantly I agreed and went on my not-so-merry way. This was a few years ago when my Nan was compiling a bow of pictures for each of us. Fast forward to today.

I got sick yesterday morning. I wasn’t too bad all day, but by last night, I was really icky. Junior kept me company via text message (haha, addiction!) until about 1:45 am. But I’ll tell that story later. This afternoon, I still felt like crap. Junior came down around lunch time and spent the afternoon with me, and made me feel better. While just sitting around my room at Nan and Pop’s (that’s where I spent last night, by the way) I remembered the box of photos. I dusted it off and we looked through them all. I was one good looking kid, if I do say so myself. As we were looking through the pictures, a thought dawned on me. The naked baby pictures were in that box. I immediately told Junior about them… And told him that he wasn’t allowed to see them. They would only damage my pride just a little bit… Just a lot. He just laughed and agreed. The number of pictures in the box dwindled and I soon began to think, Hey, maybe they aren’t there and I just imagined them. Guess what. They were just at the back. I ALMOST showed Junior by accident. Almost. I’m so glad I saw what they were before I flipped to them. Gosh, that would have been horrible. :P  In the end, he DIDN’T get to see them. Why would he want to see them? I don’t know. Ask him.

So, I’ve been sick since yesterday. I have been miserable, to say the least, but (of course) I’m too stubborn to stop doing everything.  Last night was possibly the worst, though. Because we didn’t have school today, I went to Nan and Pop’s for the night. We played two games of Scrabble (LOVE THAT GAME) and then I watched TV with Nan. All the while, I felt horrible. When I went to bed at 12:30 I knew I wouldn’t be getting to sleep anytime soon. I lay down, I sat up, I went to the bathroom downstairs, I got a drink, I lay back down, I text Junior. I just COULD NOT sleep. At around 1:45 I gave up and said good night to Junior. I fell asleep shortly after two. Then, I woke up at 2:45. Go me. I went to the bathroom, then lay back down again. I fell asleep shortly after three. This morning I woke up at about ten to eight. It was then that I gave up. I got up and went out of the room. Nan and Pop were really surprised to see me up and about. So, we all went downstairs to get some pancakes and sausages. I text Junior all morning. He cheers me up. :)

After I got a shower and all that, I tried to do some English. Didn’t work out so well. Junior came down this afternoon while Nan and Pop were out and we watched some TV. Nan and Pop came home, and we all got something to eat. The rest of the afternoon has been explained.

ARGH, I need to go to bed. I feel gross. Good night!

-Bre :)

Hey! I did it right this time.

Waldon here... :P

I'm feeling in a bit of a silly mood tonight, as you may have noticed. I had a pretty good day, I think. I woke up at about 11 AM, which is really out of character for me. I'm usually up with the birds. That might be why I'm feeling so silly?

After I woke up, I got a shower and texted Bre. Nothing too out of the ordinary there. But that's when my day started taking an odd turn. I was browsing around the internet and I found an old type of game that some of you readers might even remember playing;

Text based RPG's.

They're amazing. It's like being part of some big interactive book world, and if there's two things that I love, it's imagination and books. I think I found a winner here, people. It had been years since I played a text based game. I'll put a quote here from an older game, and I sincerely hope that somebody knows where it's from.

You have died of Dysentery.

Now, I'd like some people to think about old text based games and tell me where this one's from. This quote is pretty popular on the internet, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure it out if you don't know. It's over a lot of internet swag and meme gear.

After the text filled morning, Bre came over and we sat around and relaxed for a few hours. My lord, I love relaxing. Especially with that girl, she probably wants to be DOING something, but I think she humors me xD. I could spend hours just sitting down listening to music. I'm probably a pretty boring person sometimes. :P

After our relaxed afternoon, I ate a late supper of improvised hot dogs and a cupcake. I am healthy, I swear. Then Scottie came over and we played Fallout New Vegas for a few hours. We drove to Tim's around 9 40 and tooled about until 10 30. Watched a few youtube videos and now Scottie's gone.

I guess I'll work on my English monologue for a few more hours and go to bed.

Good night everybody!
-Waldon

Good… Morning to anyone who may read this! It is currently 12:08 am! Yay! I had forgotten that it was my turn to do the blog until about twenty minutes ago. I then realized that I was absolutely exhausted and wanted to go to bed. Now here I am, writing this, talking to Junior, and writing this. Did I just repeat myself? I think I did. Maybe I should go to bed, haha. How about I try something? I’ll just keep writing without erasing any thoughts. KGO.

I woke up this morning at seven and thought I’d get out of bed. Good thing I didn’t, because Mom was telling the kids off for making a racket so early on a Saturday morning (would I say that I woke up “this morning” or “yesterday morning?” I’m so confused!) Needless to say, I went on back to sleep. When I woke up shortly after eight, I text Junior. Naturally. You know what? I’m lonely without him now. Dang it all. I miss my feeling of independence. I don’t want to be lonely when someone isn’t around. I am weak. (><)  Anywho. So I text Junior, then got some breakfast.

You know what’s funny? I don’t like eggs. Ha. Ha. Ha. But I love French toast. Explain THAT one, science!

So I got some French toast and some bacon. I had to reheat it because I missed breakfast because I fell asleep until 8 o’clock. Who would have thought that? I know I wouldn’t have. After breakfast, I did some more laundry, all the while texting Junior. He had to go to drama practice, so I said good bye and got a shower. I had to be at work for 11.

Mom dropped me off at work for 11. She wanted the truck for the afternoon. I then proceeded to go to work. I waitress at the Masonic Lodge here in town when they need me. I don’t know if I’ve already told this story, but my Pop is a member and he volunteered me (and Mom and Britt, but I’m the only one who does it out of us three now) to help out sometimes. I LOVE working there. Max and Shirley (they’re pretty much my “bosses”) are incredible. Max is kind of like… A second grandfather? Maybe? He’s a sweetheart. When I walked in, he gave me a hug. A little while later, when Shirley got there, SHE gave me a hug too. I felt so loved! AND TO TOP IT OFF, Nan and Pop were there so I got some love from them too! :D   Anywho, we served the meal and such. I was done for 2:30. Nan dropped me off at Junior’s and went home for an hour.

Nan and Pop were there for a grand total of 13 and about 15 hours (respectively). They always work so hard! I think that’s where I get it from. I had to go back for six tonight to serve the same group of people supper. It was nice. I brought Nan home at 10:30. After thinking for a second or two, I called Mom and asked if I could stay there a while. She said yes, so I stayed. I didn’t like the fact that Nan was going to be home by herself until Pop got home. SO! I went in and we had some tea. Pop got home at around 11:15, so then the three of us sat around in the living room. I went home at around 11:28… Rather, I left there then and got here at 11:32. I’m just that awesome.

Oh yeah. At Junior’s this afternoon, I hung out with he, Scottie, and Russell. The latter two left at around 4 ish to go for a boil up on skidoo. Before leaving (I wish Junior had seen this) Junior went to get Scottie a helmet to borrow. While he was outside, Scottie and Russell were messing around. Scottie pretended to throw a pillow at Russell, but threw it at me instead. So naturally, I stomped on his foot. He looked at me and said (not exact quote!) “You stomped on my foot? You’re such a girl!” I was like, “Oh really now?” and went to punch him in the face. The poor bugger flinched back and Russell got a kick out of it. I was congratulated, to say the least. I love my friends!

ARGH, I miss Junior. I’m dependent on him. Great. Just what I need, haha.

OKAY, I’m going to bed. Good night… Or rather, good morning.

-Bre :)

Waldon here. I forgot about the blog last night, I'm not going to lie. I was doing my music assignment and talking about an assignment due today and I forgot all about it. My sincerest apologies to all who came to the page expecting a post, and didn't get it.

This morning started off slowly. I woke up at a few minutes before my normal time, so I decided to lie down for a second before I got up. The next thing I know, I'm dreaming and it's an absolutely amazing dream. Too bad I can't remember the dream. That would have taken up some space here, eh? Well, I ended up waking up later than usual, as it turned out. That sucked.

I drove down to pick up Bre, as I do every morning. My day started getting better around then. I love being around Bre. She makes me smile. So off we went, and eventually we arrived at school where we met up with Nikita as she got there too. Nikita and Bre abused me for a while and then we went to class.

First period I had World History. Nothing much happened really. Then I had music. That started off badly, I'll admit it. The FIRST THING I was asked as I walked into class was; "Who are you going to prom with?"

Nobody, that's who.

Thanks guys. Great way to start my morning. Then our class settled down, and we all got to our work. I managed to finish my assignment before the end of class, and then I practiced my harmonica piece. It's coming along. . . okay. :P

Recess came and went. Nothing big happened. Then our school had an assembly against bullying. It was great, almost everybody was wearing pink. There was maybe 10 people in other colors? We looked like a great big Pepto Bismol commercial. xD

So, I had to leave school around lunch time to go to the bank. I had to change my savings card to a chequeing (Spelling?)  card and raise my withdrawal limits and stuff. All that jazz.

I hustled back to school, late for my second last period because my mother was late to my appointment to sign for my visa. That was irritating. The school wouldn't let us in either. Also annoying.

I hurried to nutrition class, did nothing. Went to Math. Read for an hour. That was good, I'll admit it. :P

After school I had theatre, which was fun. But everybody is getting tired and grumpy and so tempers were flaring and people were yelling and such. I had two separate people yell and/or criticize me openly. It wasn't a NICE practice, but it was fun to be up and doing something.

After that I went home and had supper. Pizza and poutine. Excellent supper. Then I sat down and waited for Bre.

She showed up around 6 30 or 7? I can't remember which. Maybe she'll remember tomorrow and tell me. So we sat around for a while, relaxing and listening to music. Around 7 45 we walked over to her Dads house and visited for an hour or so. That was fun too. Then we walked back to my house and did what we did earlier. Listened to music and relaxed. :P

So, now here I am, feeling royally angsty and extremely angry and bitter again since I had to think about that "Darned" prom. I hope something comes up and I can't go. Or something distracts me and I can forget about it overnight. My lord, if she suddenly told me she was going with me, I think I would probably be the happiest guy in the world. She doesn't have to walk in with me. I can deal with that. But if she said she'd be my date... Eh. I just have to grow up. Anyways. . . Before I start on my angry teenage hormone filled rant again, I'm going to leave.

So. . . Goodnight all.
-Waldon

How do I know this? Yesterday morning, Junior brought me two large packs of Skittles. Not one small pack – TWO LARGE PACKS. He really knows how to support my addictions. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. Well, minus the awful mood I was in until lunch time. The past few days, I have been so emotionally unstable I don’t know how Junior puts up with me. I really don’t know what he sees in me, to be honest. (><)

Aside from my awful mood, I’ve been okay. Vlad gave me a little pack of Tropical Skittles today in English and told me they were for yesterday’s bad mood, and that he has an emergency pack of Skittles in case I get in another bad mood anytime soon. My friends are so darn sweet. I don’t deserve them at all. This afternoon, Sam, Junior, and I all ate the pack of Skittles on the way home from school. It was lovely. Sam is the bee’s knees, I must admit. He’s hilarious! Junior? Junior’s pretty darn nice himself. I can’t complain.

Okay, ah, school today… Hmmm… What happened at school today? Nothing, really. My French quiz was postponed until tomorrow because my teacher was sick, I passed in my Chem lab second period… OH! Mr. Crane was out today, so we had a substitute for English. We “watched” a version of Antigone. By “watched,”  I mean people were texting, playing on their iPods, sleeping, talking, reading a book (me!) or playing Civilization V on their computer (Ryan). Ryan played A LOT of Civ V today. I enjoyed watching him play. At lunch, there was a Eurotrip meeting. We picked out jackets to order for the group, decided to do an Easter basket (similar to the Christmas basket we did… But for Easter) to raise some money, started thinking about roommates, and discussed the school recycling. Other than that, the afternoon was slow in History and Religion.

The school recycling. This bothers me to no end. It seems that, over the past few weeks, very few people have done their part in recycling after school to raise money for our Eurotrip. For over a week, the upstairs recycling bins have been OVERFLOWING with recyclables and unmentionables (you don’t want to know). On Tuesdays, a group of people take the recycling downstairs and the cafeteria, while on Thursdays the group takes the upstairs and the cafeteria. Nice and simple, right? Apparently not. Yesterday, Junior, Ryan, and I were recycling all the recyclables from the upstairs, downstairs, gym, and cafeteria. We were there from 3:20 to about 5:30. We only stopped to see Mr. Myers about graduation gown measurements. It was quite the fun afternoon.

My apologies, but I’m a bit of everywhere tonight. I was just thinking about the school then I started to think about anti-bullying week. Tomorrow is Purple Day. Wear purple to support homosexuality! Also, Friday is Pink Day! Wear pink to stand up against bullying! Even Junior has a pink shirt to wear.

Oh gee, here I go on another tangent… This afternoon, I didn’t have to tutor… Again. I think I’ll need to call someone about that. So, I sat in the lobby to wait for Junior and read A Matter of Honor. I’m on page 200 now! Only 160 pages left. Junior told me that I could come on into the cafeteria to watch the drama group practice, but I was stubborn and said no. A few minutes later, Mr. Sharpe (the drama teacher) walked by me and stopped. He looked at me oddly and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was sitting down and reading my book. He lightened up and told me that if I wanted, I could come into the cafeteria to watch them practice their play, regardless of what Junior said. I giggled and agreed to go. SO! I watched Junior at drama and read my book until about 4:45 this afternoon. I had a bunch of fun. When they were done practicing, Junior and I brought Sam home, then Junior brought me home.

This evening, I was at Nan and Pop’s until 8:30. We had supper, watched the news, chatted, watched Coronation Street, I played Unblock Me (level 130 something now!), Nan did some Sudoku, Pop went out, I called Dad, worked at the blog categories (ALMOST done), then Nan brought me to Mom’s. Now I’m here… Writing this.

Now I’m done… Writing this. Good night!

-Bre :)

Waldon here. And as the title says, my mind be blown.

About an hour ago, my mom asked me something;

"So how does your prom actually work?"

She's been to her own prom, my dad's prom, my sister's prom, as well as all 8 of her brothers and sisters proms, as well as several of my father's siblings proms. She should know this better than I do. I mean, really. I've been to two proms. My sister's and Gladdale's. I wasn't paying attention at my sister's and at Glad's I was laughing the whole time.

So, instead of just saying how I answered, I'll answer the question on here too. That way I can just redirect anybody else who has questions. Two birds with one stone. I'm awesome.

Prom will involve 2 things. The cap and gown ceremony and the actual dance and celebration. The cap and gown is standard. Where people are given their awards and stuff, and then we all go home and do whatever.

Then there's the dance and walk in. That starts off by having an emcee announce the people walking in together, people take pictures which are used by families everywhere for years to come. Then all the people walking in are arranged on a stand and a photograph is taken of them next to their walk in.

After that, it's a general milling about for about 5 minutes where happy families take pictures of the walk in couples and stuff. Then it's the formal dances. Those are the Mother-Son and Father-Daughter dances, and the dance with their prom date. After that, its just music basically, and the floor is opened up for people to take pictures and dance and stuff. Everything past those first two dances are just filler though. They don't mean anything because you're just that one awkward pair of people in the middle of a crowd that has no interest in dancing. The whole room was empty at Glads. Everybody was taking pictures in the stands and in front of the curtains.

I would give anything to be the one who dances with the girl I wanted to go with during the Prom Date dance- but shes already going with somebody else.

That means I'll be going stag. Getting a date that mean's nothing to me will end up making a lot of fuss. I don't like fuss. It ruins my mellow. So that necessitates that I'll be gone after the Mother-Son dance. I'm not sticking around to see the date dance if it's unnecessary, that will just make me really moody(er) and I'd probably end up breaking somebody.

After that, it'll be the parties and stuff. Maybe I'll get a few good drinks out of it, at least. I heard from a few people that the drinks at grad are kind of bland. Oh well. The bonfire will be cool to watch. I might take my dog for a walk. That always gives me a good mood too.
 
Anyway, on to the rest of the post.

Today, as I was picking up Bre for school, I had parked my truck in her driveway and gone indoors. I let it warm up as I was in there, and everything was fine.

We walked outdoors and I tried to start it. Nothing happened.

I tried again. The lights turned on.

One more time. I had enough power to turn on the dashboard lights.

I knew it couldn't be my battery. The battery was fine that morning and I had it plugged in overnight. Anyway, I had to call my Aunt's boyfriend for help and he came down and took a look under the hood.

Somehow, the connection to my battery became loose and almost disconnected completely over the course of the 10 minutes I was in Bre's house. So the truck was effectively a piece of scrap metal for approximately 20 minutes. I think I have truck gremlins. It's so odd, it started fine this morning when I left the house.

Today was a regular school day. Nothing really big happened.

But then tonight I found out that I was completely out of my chest medicine. It hurt to breathe, it felt like there was spike in my lungs that pushed through my back and chest every time I took a breath. So Mom ordered another piece of medication for me, and around 7 I drove down and picked up Bre and we went to the pharmacy together. It was fun. She had to pick up lip stuff, and I got chest stuff. :P She kept me company, so thank you for that Bre. :)

Anyway, I'm done for now. I don't really have anything else to report. So... Good night all!
-Waldon

This lovely quote came from yours truly. I said this to Junior on the way to school this morning. Why? I don’t know. I just asked him, and now I’m just waiting for the answer. AH! There it is. *reads answer.* There we go. Apparently, “we were talking about how we couldn’t see anything on the roads and how it was creepy.” Direct quote for the win. Everything was so white! I couldn’t tell the snow banks from the roads. The sanders were out this morning sanding the roads (obviously) because we got a lot of snow last night, so naturally I had to talk about how I keep backing into the snow bank. I’m just that awesome. Because I’m so used to backing in an enormous truck, when I got home from Junior’s yesterday, I couldn’t really back in the Pathfinder.

OHMIGOSH MY BABY IS FIXED I’M SO UNBELIEVABLY PUMPED IT’S RIDICULOUS.

Thomas fixed the Pathfinder this week. It wouldn’t start properly for some reason and, because he was going back out of town today, he needed to fix it pronto. He fixed it and brought it home from his friend’s garage yesterday morning. Needless to say, I was tickled pink. My baby was home. Unfortunately, she went again this morning with Thomas. *sniff.* Lucky for me, I had her for the afternoon yesterday. I ran a couple of errands for Mom (food to Nan and Pop that she had made, went to the post office, got gas) and what did I discover?! The speedometer didn’t work! I went home after running the errands and told Thomas. He knew. NOBODY bothered to tell me. I was almost freaking out. Now, THAT was a site to see. I was trying to judge how fast I was going by how fast the other cars were going. BUT GUESS WHAT. There were NO other cars out yesterday. Go figure. So, in the end, I figured out roughly when I was in second or third gear and went from there. It’s been a while since I drove a standard vehicle, but I managed. I didn’t get pulled over, either!

Okay, at the moment, I’m being a bit of a procrastinator. Only a bit. I was working on my Chem lab that’s due this Wednesday (Mrs. Finlay told us the due date today. She didn’t tell us Friday when we did the lab. Now I have that, and two possible quizzes. Gosh), but I gave up on that temporarily to write this! And, naturally, I’m talking to Junior. I have to go to a university session thing tomorrow night with Nan, so I’m going to try to do most of my lab tonight.

DANG IT. I have a headache again. Will I ever win?! I don’t think so. I do so much for everyone else when they ask that I get nothing done for myself, and I stress about not being able to finish. This usually forces me to stay up late at night to finish what needs to get done. Because I stay up late to do my own work, I sleep poorly. As a result of sleeping poorly, I can’t get up in the morning and Junior has to wait when he comes to pick me up because I’m not ready. Then, I’m tired all day in school. When I get home from school (after staying in to do ANYTHING), I just want a nap but I can’t have one because I have things to do. These “things” could be anything from doing the laundry, to tucking in Bryton and Brooke, to doing my homework. Naturally, I’m much too stubborn and proud to ask for help from anyone, even Junior. Then, I get a headache from doing so much. Then, I sleep poorly. Then… You get the gist of it, oui?

Ooooou! This was a complaining blog. Lovely! I don’t think I’ve had one of these yet. It’s usually Junior that deals with the melodrama. Okay, I’m gone on this note. I need to do some more work.

-Bre :)

Waldon here feeling like crap, and I'm really not feeling up to writing a long blog tonight but I'll try my best. I guess I'll start off with an explanation of the title? Earlier this afternoon Bre was over and I was sitting on my bed. She was pacing around restlessly. She was in one of those moods where you don't want to do anything, but you really do want to do something too. I hate those moods. I tend to just sit in place and look stupid for an hour or two when they come on me. Anyways, Bre was pacing. So I asked her. "Do you want to go for a walk?" No. "How about a jog?" No. "Take a nap? Relax?" Not a chance. The title then made it's appearance from my lips in a stymied fashion.

I woke up this morning around 10 o clock. I had a bad dream that I can't remember. I hopped right into the shower for about half an hour. It felt great. I love long showers when I'm tired or gross feeling. I was texting Bre soon after. At around noon I had some jigg's dinner. That is one of the best meals you'll ever have. I had a pork hock, some chicken, carrots, potato's and gravy. It was excellent.

After dinner, as I said earlier, Bre came over. We spent the afternoon chatting and listening to some music I think. Although I can't remember if we listened to music or not. That's odd. I almost always listen to music.

For supper I had 2 and a half grilled cheese sandwiches and a bowl of won ton soup. Is that how you spell that? I'm a big hungry guy. Don't you judge me for my eating habits. :P

After supper I had a cup of coffee. I might get another one now, actually. Then I ate some chips and talked to Bre and Gladdale. Nikita just started talking to me too. I tried to play some CoD, but the xBox wouldn't connect to the internet. So my night has been kind of crappy and depressing due to several incidents I haven't mentioned (and I wont), but the girls cheered me up a bunch.

So, now here I am. Writing a really short blog and running out of topics and things to talk about in 3, 2, 1...

Okay. I'm done for the night. Later guys.
-Waldon

I have ZERO Skittles in my possession because I keep forgetting to ask Junior to go to the store with me to get some. Why don’t I go alone, you may ask? Because that would mean I’m going to the store to buy myself some Skittles by myself. That’s a horrible idea! I think I just had a good idea, though. I’ll blog about my addictions! Yes. That’s a wonderful idea. Good job, Breanna. Forever thinking. Now the question is, where do I start? How about a numbered list? Yes. Another good idea! Superb.

Here we go!

1. Skittles. Why do I love them? Ah, good question. This is a fairly recent addiction, so it’s fresh in my mind. I love them because they are full of sugar. It isn’t often that I’ll say that. They’re so flavorful! Yes. That’s a lovely word. The sugar taste seems to EXPLODE in my mouth. I love it. And, they’re small. You can just pop them like pills (pardon my vulgar analogy). They’re just so… Addictive. When you open a pack, you can just eat and eat and eat until they’re all gone. The chewiness keeps you coming back for more, most definitely. Unfortunately, I’m going through a bit of a withdrawal due to the fact that I HAVE NO SKITTLES LEFT TO EAT. It is a sad, sad day. I’d love to have some Skittles right about now…

2. Chocolate. GASP. I love chocolate. I don’t know if I could live without it. You know injections of drugs? If you could inject chocolate into your veins to experience and mind-blowing high, I would probably do it. I know, I know. It’s a tad unhealthy and it could possibly kill Junior in high doses. BUT, Junior doesn’t have to eat it. I do. So, the poor bugger gets to watch me enjoy myself while he gets the crappy diabetic chocolate. Knowing that he can’t have it makes me savor every mouthful that much more. (Honey, you KNOW I care). I was actually eating chocolate about two and a half minutes ago, but I forced myself to stop because I knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d totally stay up all night and eat it. Luckily, I have a bunch of chocolate in my room so I’d be able to do that.

3. Texting. It is sad to say, but I do think I have a bit of an addiction to texting Junior. Yes, only Junior. I DO text other people (Nan, Scottie on occasion, Britt) but it’s mostly Junior. FOR EXAMPLE. I have text him over 150 times in a day before. Now, he can avoid that because he’s at drama pretty much every afternoon and on Saturday morning. Lucky guy. I’m SURE he’s going to get annoyed with me someday. When he does, I won’t be surprised, and I’ll let you know.

4. Unblock Me app. This, like Skittles, is a new addiction. The other day in Religion class, Scottie had the bright idea to show me this fancy little app on his iPod. Silly boy. Little did he know, he was giving up all rights to his iPod until further notice. A couple of days later, I downloaded it on my own iPod. Since I downloaded it,  I have beaten 73 levels on beginner. I’m trying not to play it… But even as I type this and talk to Junior, I’m guilty of playing it. Ack, what is happening to me?! I could be reading A Matter of Honor right now! No, I’m here writing this and playing a stupid addictive app on my iPod. GASP, I’m sorry I called it stupid! I hope the app Gods will forgive me!

Okay… That’s the end of my list for now. If I can think of any more, I’ll post another blog all about them and start at number 5. I suppose I can talk about my day now, can’t I?!

So, I woke up this morning and realized that I had fallen asleep last night texting Junior… Again. I text him back immediately then fell asleep. When I woke up an hour later, I responded to his text that he answered my first text with, then got out of bed. Slow morning, la dee da, this afternoon, Britt and I went to Dad’s. Dad went out for a bit, so Britt watched Bleach on the internet and I went for a lovely walk with Junior and Gunner.

This evening , I got picked up by Scottie and Junior at around 6:26 (yes, I remember the exact time. Junior text me to tell me that they were in the driveway and I was reading) and we all went to Junior’s house. Nikita (YAY!) came over at around 7, and Jessica came over a while after that. While we were all sitting around, doing our thing, we came onto the subject of the “age of consent” in Canada. None of us were 100% sure, so we decided to check the most reliable source in the world – Google. We found a site, sexualityandu.ca,  that told us precisely what we needed to know. The age of consent in Canada is 16, and they couple has to be within a five-year age range. Neat, eh?

At the end of the night, Nikita brought me home. I loves her ! :)   She’s so nice, haha. We’ve all agreed that she has to start hanging out with us more often because it’s just not the same without her.

OH DEAR. This is much too long. I think I’ll end it here and continue playing Unblock Me and talk to Junior until I’m sleepy enough to go to bed. Good night!

-Bre :)

Waldon here, and I will give TEN MILLION POINTS, to whomever knows this song. It isn't as mainstream as I'd like the genre to be, but alas. I'm sure a few people will know the song. Here's a hint: the artist had material that was used in a project (as well as creating a brand new band that created only one song for said project) that featured Petri Alanko as another artist that was involved.

So, today I was reminded by Bre that I had volunteered my services to help chaperone the annual Junior High and Elementary Sports Meet. Generally, for me this was just standing around and looking BIG. Really, that's the only thing I'm ever wanted for in a work environment. All I did today was keep all the kids moving in one direction and stop them from beating each other. I found that when I looked them in the eyes, they tend to stop what they're doing. Show no fear. Children smell fear. Needless to say, my strategy worked. I think I'm almost ready to work with REAL animals now. :P

After that, I was bussed back to school and proceeded to practice with my theatre troupe and go through the play again. I can do all my parts without a script now, thank god. I was the last one in the troupe that needed the lines. I hate being the one dragging everybody down.

Then I went home and had supper. Directly after that, I started on doing some interviews for the funding I'm applying for. It took me 2 hours to get a hold of and interview 2 people. Why is it so difficult? Can't they just take my word that I AM in high school, and I AM going to college? I mean, they don't even need to pay up front. Like, I could just forward them the bills or something. That works on the same principle!

Next I went to Bre's house and helped with her Brother and Sister. Or... "Helped". I didn't really help much, I don't think. Her brother is jealous that I'm close to her. Now, before I start on this next little story, I'd like to point out that I'm extremely high strung and I have very little depth perception. I'm heavily reliant on reflexes. Now, during one part of the evening, we were standing close to each other and he threw a ruler at me. Now, normally this wouldn't be a big thing. He's a little brother seeing his big sister with "another boy that isn't him". But it was completely unexpected.

Yeah. . .  So I ended up almost punching Bre in the chest because I'm a spaz. Thank GOD I managed to stop my arm from moving on it's own. That would have done some serious damage. >.<

We finished watching "Gullivers Travels" with Jack Black, funny movie, and put the kids to bed. Then we sat down and watched "Republic of Doyle" until around 10 3o. Then everybody came home. So I figured I might as well go on, since they would all be needing to go to bed.

So I was driving on home, met up with a friend on the road, had a car chase, went into the woods, had a chat and then came back and now here I am, writing these words.

Now I'm done. Good night all!
-Waldon