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Sunday, August 28
Well everyone, this be my last night in the grand ol' Sarnia-dizzle.
Oh horror no! Whatever will you do without all the old people driving slowly and yelling at you all the time?
I'm not sure, Fil. Probably try to avoid getting shot.
Yeah - there are a buttload of gangs there. They wanted me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff.
Ummm... you do realize that that was a blatant Napolean Dynamite ripoff, right?
Yeah, well, jokes don't grow on trees, aight?
This is a valid point. Unless you find leaves and/or certain kinds of fruit hilarious. Actually, pine cones can tend to be quite the crowd pleaser - just watch The Sound of Music if you don't believe me. Anywho, we've gone way off topic here. Tomorrow, I move to the grand ol' city of Toronto to tackle my biggest enemy yet - mildew. Yeah.
You mean that you'll be attempting to CLEAN? Whoa... that's... incredible!
I hate you. I really hate you.
Yeah... it happens.
Well, since I'm on a foreign computer, I have nothing amusing to post on here. And so I shall type to ye all again once I be in the appartment. Wish me well!
I wish you would fall down a well...
I hate you.
Oh horror no! Whatever will you do without all the old people driving slowly and yelling at you all the time?
I'm not sure, Fil. Probably try to avoid getting shot.
Yeah - there are a buttload of gangs there. They wanted me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff.
Ummm... you do realize that that was a blatant Napolean Dynamite ripoff, right?
Yeah, well, jokes don't grow on trees, aight?
This is a valid point. Unless you find leaves and/or certain kinds of fruit hilarious. Actually, pine cones can tend to be quite the crowd pleaser - just watch The Sound of Music if you don't believe me. Anywho, we've gone way off topic here. Tomorrow, I move to the grand ol' city of Toronto to tackle my biggest enemy yet - mildew. Yeah.
You mean that you'll be attempting to CLEAN? Whoa... that's... incredible!
I hate you. I really hate you.
Yeah... it happens.
Well, since I'm on a foreign computer, I have nothing amusing to post on here. And so I shall type to ye all again once I be in the appartment. Wish me well!
I wish you would fall down a well...
I hate you.
Tuesday, August 23
Check out my new pet penguins! I named the blue one Vlad after my hero from Camp. The purple one is called Purpley for obvious reasons. Aren't they just awesome?
Hoorah!
Hoorah!
Sunday, August 21
The countdown, my friends, is at 9.
9 what?
9 days.
Before what?
Before moving.
Moving where?
To Toronto.
Why are yo--
STOPPIT!
Hehe... fine.
As I was saying... I be moving to the big TO in 9 days. Exciting. And scary...
On an unrelated note, my blog seems to be working normally again! Go me! I've tried to fix it up a bit - shortened my sidebar, etc. Hoorah!
I just finished The Half-Blood Prince last night. Man... it was good. The best one yet, if you ask me. The ending really got to me - it was one of those endings where you're thinking "Something unexpected or odd will happen now." And it didn't - which, in itself, was unexpected... but because there was nothing unexpected... AHH!! This is making my head hurt.
So if you haven't read it yet, do so now.
On another totally unrelated note, I must show you something that I found today. You see, one day I was walking around in my grandparents' basement. Now, unless you had been in there before we cleaned it out, you cannot possibly have the slightest idea of what it was like down there. Think of everything that isn't biodegradable that you may own over 50 years of your life. Now picture all that stuffed into an unventilated basement - you might be skimming the surface of what it was like down here. Anywho, one day I was walking around when I found this awesome camera:
Yeah - this thing is ancient and awesome. So I took it home with me. Since then, it's been displayed on various bookshelves around my room. Today I decided that it might be worth something, so I started looking around on the internet. Well, here's something I found:
Hoorah for Retro Ads! On the same page, I found something else that almost made me fall off my chair:
Wow. I didn't know this thing would help me in atomic warfare. There's no way I'm selling it now.
9 what?
9 days.
Before what?
Before moving.
Moving where?
To Toronto.
Why are yo--
STOPPIT!
Hehe... fine.
As I was saying... I be moving to the big TO in 9 days. Exciting. And scary...
On an unrelated note, my blog seems to be working normally again! Go me! I've tried to fix it up a bit - shortened my sidebar, etc. Hoorah!
I just finished The Half-Blood Prince last night. Man... it was good. The best one yet, if you ask me. The ending really got to me - it was one of those endings where you're thinking "Something unexpected or odd will happen now." And it didn't - which, in itself, was unexpected... but because there was nothing unexpected... AHH!! This is making my head hurt.
So if you haven't read it yet, do so now.
On another totally unrelated note, I must show you something that I found today. You see, one day I was walking around in my grandparents' basement. Now, unless you had been in there before we cleaned it out, you cannot possibly have the slightest idea of what it was like down there. Think of everything that isn't biodegradable that you may own over 50 years of your life. Now picture all that stuffed into an unventilated basement - you might be skimming the surface of what it was like down here. Anywho, one day I was walking around when I found this awesome camera:
Yeah - this thing is ancient and awesome. So I took it home with me. Since then, it's been displayed on various bookshelves around my room. Today I decided that it might be worth something, so I started looking around on the internet. Well, here's something I found:
Hoorah for Retro Ads! On the same page, I found something else that almost made me fall off my chair:
Wow. I didn't know this thing would help me in atomic warfare. There's no way I'm selling it now.
Monday, August 15
Well it seems I have a difficult time posting more than once a month.
No kidding. I'm like... totally abandoned here!
In my defence, I'm moving to the big TO in 16 days. I'm pretty psyched.
Or psychotic.
Thank you for your kind words...
Since I'm too lazy to actually write anything more than this, I thought I'd post the lyrics to a song I currently think is quite awesome. The lyrics aren't really deep or overly meaningfull... it's just an awesome song. You should listen to it. Right now. Using any non/legal procedures as necessary. Seriously - this song is awesome.
Enter the Haggis - Lanigan's Ball
In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan
Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound.
His father he died and made him a man again
Left him a farm and ten acres of ground.
He threw a grand party to friends and relations
Who didn't desert him when it comes to the will,
And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten
And spin you a tale of Lanigan's Ball
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Six whole months doing nothing at all
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Learning to dance for Lanigan's ball
I stepped out and he stepped in again
He stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and he stepped in again
Learning to dance to Lanigan's ball
Myself to be sure got free invitation,
For all the nice girls and boys I might ask,
And just in a minute both friends and relations
Were dancing as merry as bees 'round a cask.
There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies,
Potatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea,
There were the Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys
Courting the girls and dancing away
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Six whole months doing nothing at all
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Learning to dance for Lanigan's ball
I stepped out and he stepped in again
He stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and he stepped in again
Learning to dance to Lanigan's ball
They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas
Around the room in a whirligig
But Julia and I, we banished their nonsense
And gave them a taste of a real Irish jig.
Oh, how the girls got all mad at me
Danced 'til we thought that the ceiling would fall.
For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball.
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Six whole months doing nothing at all
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Learning to dance for Lanigan's ball
I stepped out and he stepped in again
He stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and he stepped in again
LEARNING TO DANCE TO LANIGAN'S BALL!
No kidding. I'm like... totally abandoned here!
In my defence, I'm moving to the big TO in 16 days. I'm pretty psyched.
Or psychotic.
Thank you for your kind words...
Since I'm too lazy to actually write anything more than this, I thought I'd post the lyrics to a song I currently think is quite awesome. The lyrics aren't really deep or overly meaningfull... it's just an awesome song. You should listen to it. Right now. Using any non/legal procedures as necessary. Seriously - this song is awesome.
Enter the Haggis - Lanigan's Ball
In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan
Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound.
His father he died and made him a man again
Left him a farm and ten acres of ground.
He threw a grand party to friends and relations
Who didn't desert him when it comes to the will,
And if you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten
And spin you a tale of Lanigan's Ball
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Six whole months doing nothing at all
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Learning to dance for Lanigan's ball
I stepped out and he stepped in again
He stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and he stepped in again
Learning to dance to Lanigan's ball
Myself to be sure got free invitation,
For all the nice girls and boys I might ask,
And just in a minute both friends and relations
Were dancing as merry as bees 'round a cask.
There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies,
Potatoes and cakes; there was bacon and tea,
There were the Nolans, Dolans, O'Gradys
Courting the girls and dancing away
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Six whole months doing nothing at all
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Learning to dance for Lanigan's ball
I stepped out and he stepped in again
He stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and he stepped in again
Learning to dance to Lanigan's ball
They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas
Around the room in a whirligig
But Julia and I, we banished their nonsense
And gave them a taste of a real Irish jig.
Oh, how the girls got all mad at me
Danced 'til we thought that the ceiling would fall.
For I spent three weeks at Brooks' Academy
Learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball.
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Six whole months doing nothing at all
Six whole months I spent in Dublin,
Learning to dance for Lanigan's ball
I stepped out and he stepped in again
He stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and he stepped in again
LEARNING TO DANCE TO LANIGAN'S BALL!
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