POOF! Erin loves the new Telus commercial with the pufferfish.

Last night I went over to Alexis's house, where we had a mini Tim Burton Fest. We basically sat around and talked until her mom could drive us to the movie store, and there we rented The Nightmare Before Christmas and Mars Attacks! We went back to Alexis's house and watched the rest of DaVinci's Inquest, then after her mom went to bed, her sister Alana came over and we watched TNBC first, then Mars Attacks!, finishing at around one in the morning. Alana went to bed, and Alexis and I went to her room and talked for the next four hours about everything we could think of, although for some reason, our conversation always strayed to rugby and the various injuries we've gotten from sports. We decided we should go to bed because it was five in the morning and her parents were getting up. Neither one of us were tired, so I don't know why we decided to sleep, but we were up again at nine.

After a mediocre breakfast, some of it cooked somewhat unconventionally, and after we got ready, we left for my house and spent the rest of the day here. Alexis is the first out of all my friends who has actually been inside my house since I moved in here, and the third to ever be in my house (the first being DD just after we bought the place, over three years ago, and the other being Natalie two years ago when we went tubing down the Alouette). We went for gelato, actually sorbet, but it doesn't really matter, and checked out the local pawn shop, because Alexis is saving up for an amp, and she saw one that looked fairly decent. We went back to my house, where we talked to random sailing people on msn for a while, then we walked down to the Alouette, because we are going to tube down it with Greg and Amelia on Friday.

Alexis stayed for dinner, then we went back on the computer and talked to other people on msn until Alexis's dad came and picked her up. We ate chicken. I went on a salad binge and ate most of the tomatoes.

I really have nothing else to say. I was going to hang out with Krystal, but she forgot and made other plans. I have Friday and Saturday though; hanging out with Alexis, Amelia, and Greg is fun. I have the sudden urge to dance. It's been too long.

One more thing, if Erin ever tells you that I gave her my Scooby-Doo boxer shorts and my rubber ducky boxer shorts, she's lying, because I would never willingly give them up. That is all.

I added the eyes yesterday, and I just realized that I look like I'm going to cry.

I'm so BORED! I am reduced to doing housework and listening to weird foreign songs that I didn't know were on the computer. I'm almost happy that school is starting next week.

I have a new friend on LiveJournal. Her name is Jen. I added her to my msn, only to find out that not only is she as bored as I am, we are the same age and share the same birthday.

Sally smells like bunny rabbit. That was so random.

I just let Frickie in, but when I opened the laundryroom door, I practically killed Moriah, who was on the other side. I swear, she is always doing laundry when she's not upstairs yelling at her brother.

Cookie Monster? WTF?

This is fucking pointless. I post something else when I actually have something interesting to say. I can't wait for Greg to get back from camping, because him, Alexis, and Amelia are coming over and we are going to tube down the Allouette, then maybe go for gelato. But he's not back until Thursday. *Sigh*

"This is so confusing! I'm so confused!"

"So, which kind of vanilla do you want: Creamy Vanilla, French Vanilla, or Classic Vanilla?"

"You choose."

"Well, Creamy Vanilla has flakes of white chocolate in it."

"But will that go with the rhubarb dessert thing I made?"

"Hmmm, I don't know..."

"Hmmm."

"Classic Vanilla has real vanilla in it."

"Sounds good."

"You know, there are other choices if you want. There's President's Choice Vanilla and French Vanilla, No Name brand Vanilla, low-carb Vanilla, Breyer's French Vanilla, and Breyer's Québon French Vanilla..."

"What's the difference between the last two?"

"The first one costs more."

"I see."

"Yes. Anyways, which one should we choose?"

"I don't know, you decide."

"I think we should go with our first few choices. They are only moderately over-priced."

"Okay."

"So, Creamy Vanilla, French Vanilla, or Classic Vanilla?"

"Hmmm."

"I personally think we should go with the Classic Vanilla."

"The one with the real vanilla in it? Sounds good."

"There is only one left."

"Oh no, it's damaged."

"Crap. What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm so confused!"

"Well, we have two choices left. French Vanilla and Creamy Vanilla."

"Ummm... Ummm..."

"..."

"Oh what the Hell, French Vanilla."

"Okay."

"Geez. Thank God that's over. Let's never come here for ice cream ever again."

Another case of someone in my family doing something stupid.

This time it is my uncle Lloyd, who was caught defacing a political poster at the University of Windsor in Ontario.

"Ride the Devil."

What pisses me off about it though, is that although they claim he is a "well respected Liberal," he isn't. He's not a Liberal at all. In fact, nobody in our family is a Liberal.

It still made me laugh. It's just the kind of thing he would do.

Two minutes ago.

Erin's phone rings. I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi. We're just in Fort Langley and there is a bit of a delay. We will be there to pick you up in about half an hour."

"Well, that's nice, but you've got the wrong daughter."

"Really? Erin obviously doesn't have her phone."

"No, she charged it yesterday and it's still here."

"Oh, well, she's not answering the canoe and kayak club phone."

"Ummm...well... Should I expect you in about forty-five minutes then?"

"About that."

"Okay. Goodbye."

I hung up.

The weird thing is, although Erin and I sound exactly the same on the phone, Mom has always been able to tell us apart.


In other news, I have suddenly realized that I have no hips. And I forgot to write about Tuesday in my blog. I was so out of it on Tuesday, I barely remember anything that happened that day...

"So, are you feeling better now?"

"Somewhat."

"What exactly was wrong? Did you just have a stomach ache or something?"

"Actually, I haven't been feeling well for a couple of days. And I didn't have a very good night last night."

"Couldn't sleep?"

"No, I was just, you know, throwing up all night."

"Oh, um... So...were you drunk?"

"NO"

"Well, you know, it just sort of sounded like it..."

"Unfortunately I am always surrounded by various family members, I live in Maple Ridge, and therefore I am half an hour away from my friends, so no, I was not drunk."

"Oh. Okay."

Later I told Ana about this conversation with Matt in Big Red, and she smacked him. On Friday, after we gave Matt his presents, he shooed us away from the table he was sitting at, saying, "Go away. I still have to do your report cards. Oh God, I was sooooo drunk last night."

We all passed. I wonder why.

Last time I went to Zellers, I bought candy and a Tonka truck :)

I finally checked out Haney Place Mall today, and now I know why everyone in Maple Ridge goes to Coquitlam to shop. There wasn't much there. Nevertheless, I bought two pairs of jeans and I'm happy now.

Not only did I pass Bronze V, but I finally got my Whitesail III too!

On Wednesday I was feeling much better, so I finally got to try trapezing. It would have been more fun if Amelia could steer, but one second the boat would be almost capsizing and I would be standing on top of it, and the next, my ass would be touching the water. That girl is bloody crazy. We also spent three days learning how to fibreglass, Wednesday being the middle. Aftersailing, Alexis, Greg, Amelia, and I tubed down the Coquitlam River. It took us two hours to go from River Springs to Lions Park, and it was getting dark by the time we finished, but the water was fairly warm, even though the air wasn't, and we had a lot of fun. There were a lot of rapids. I really didn't have much of a problem with them because I am fairly small, but Greg, who weighs almost twice as much as I do, had some problems. Most of the time, we just rafted up, and tried to get as far as we could, all attached together. Alexis lost one of her shoes, which was odd, because she was wearing converses, and the rest of us were wearing flip-flops. It didn't go far; I found it fairly quickly.

On Thurday I was forced to sail a Byte. Sometimes I wonder if Matt hates me. I hate Bytes with a passion. I was being so careful with it, sailing really slow, barely heeling and whatnot. Amelia was in the other Byte, the crappier one, and she capsized three times and turtled once. The only good thing about sailing a Byte, was that I didn't have to practice using a Spinnaker. After sailing, Alexis, Greg, Amelia, and I got a ride from Greg's dad to the mall, where we bought Matt a present and some accesories for the pants-off. Greg wouldn't follow us into any of the more girly stores, so eventually we made him buy pink armbands from Claire's just for the hell of it. We went to London Drugs to buy candy and we saw Greg's mom, who works there. Greg was acting like a little child and was hiding from his mom, but she figured he was there because the rest of us couldn't stop giggling. After, we headed to the bus stop, where we met Alexis's friend, Dan. Dan is exactly like Austin, orange hair and all, only he is straight. It was kind of creepy. dan ended up following us to Pharmasave to buy hair dye, 7-11 to buy slurpees, and over to Amelia's house, where he sat and bitched about the French music we were listening to, played with Amelia's cat, and faked having an orgasm whenever someone mentioned the word "music." We were there for a few hours, practicing for the pants-off, and Amelia managed to get twenty-eight paris of pants on. We also chose "Spin Me Right Round" as our song for the dance-off. We tried to dye Amelia's hair pink, but it just didn't work out, and today it was somewhat reddish. I took a picture of Amelia's dad's car, and it looked like it was on fire.

Today was the day of the pants-off, and the last day of sailing. Amelia got to the boathouse early, bringing all the pants with her. As soon as Greg arrived, we gave Matt his present (pink sunglasses, a Tonka truck, and skittles), then went upstairs into the girls washroom (Greg too) where we got started. We were there for almost an hour and a half, putting on pants. Alexis arrived to help after about twenty minutes, and Tom arrived later with all of the female Whitesailors. Most of the guys from Bronze soon arrived, sat just outside the door, and helped pull up pants whenever necessary. Finally we had our competition. The first part was the dance-off. Amelia was dancing in the middle, with Alexia and I on either side. Five minutes before the competition started, we had the wonderful idea of having the guys in the back, so five of the guys in Bronze (in order: PJ, Greg, John, Michael, and David) danced in the background, and when the song got to the course, they ran up, picked Amelia up by the pants, and spun her around. They also all together yelled "Wooo!" at random intervals. Jeremy went after us, and, although his moves were better, we were more interesting than him. The obstacle course was next. Amelia won that, even though Jeremy crossed the finish line first, because there was some foul play involved. Afterwards, we had to take off all the layers. Amelia needed help with that. Jeremy was done long before we were. He only had about sixteen or twenty pairs on. We beat last year's record of twenty-seven, by twenty pairs. That's right, we had forty-seven pairs of pants. We put all the pants in a pile and made Amelia sit in them so we could take pictures of her. Then we had the barbeque. I brought two veggie burgers, one for me and one for Jeremy, just because I bring one for him every year. While I was eating, I was called upstairs by Matt, who gave me my report card and a certificate. I told him that I had never gotten me Whitesail III certificate, so he printed one off for me, signed and dated it, and slapped a sticker on it. When I went back downstairs, I showed Tom, who immediately ran upstairs because he was sure he had seen my certificate somewhere. He told me that when he finally finds it, he will mail it to me. We went"sailing" after that, meaning, we randomly piled into boats, and as soon as we got out the channel, we went swimming. I went out in a 420 with PJ, Ben, Greg, and Amelia. Even with the lack of wind, we still went really slow because the boat was not made for five people. I spent some time swimming from boat to boat, also in Lucy with Jeremy, and on Spencer's Laser. There were six of us on the Laser at one point, but Spancer eventually kicked everbody off because we kept on capsizing it. I ended up heading in with a group of four Whitesailors, most of the way being towed by Tom. When we got back to the boathouse, we ate brownies that Jamie's mom made for us, then I took a pictures of Amelia's dad's car, and him and I discussed it while Amelia changed. I want that car.

That brings me now to the present. I haven't done much since, except help carry a couch up a big-assed set of stairs, but that isn't very exciting. I am going for a run tomorrow morning, so I am going to bed now.

I feel like crap.

We actually had wind in the afternoon. I sailed in a new 420 with Greg. We practiced spin, but I wasn't feeling well enough to do trap.

In the morning, however, there was no wind, so we did theory. It was more like an intro to physics 11 than sailing. We learned about true wind, apparent wind, and boat wind. We also learned about sparkling orange juice with natural pulp as opposed to unnatural pulp.

Matt bought Amelia new sunglasses. She lost them last Wednesday after he pushed her off Big Red. They are huge and look really bad on me.

Amelia and Jeremy are participating in the second annual pants-off during the barbeque on Friday. Amelia, Alexis and I are going over to Greg's house on Thursday after sailing to practice, and give as many pairs of pants as possible. We also have to choreograph a dance. More on that tomorrow. Or later. I will take pictures.

My headphones have stopped working. I am quite upset, because that is the second pair I have gone through in a month. Granted, I did steal them off my sister, and they originally came from an unclaimed discman in the lost and found from Centennial. She wasn't using them, and I don't blame her. They were the most uncomfortable headphones in the world.

Erin and I painted the driveway almost completely with a tarrish substance that acts as some sort of sealer. I have it all over my feet, but I don't really care. My cat walked through it too. She's not the brightest light. She scratched my neighbour's grandson today. Fair's fair though; he sprayed her with a hose first. My neighbour didn't really care because Markus has been quite the bastard recently.

I hve now disabled anonymous comments, but I am not making everyone do that word recognition thing that Krisha did. I really don't see the point.

My brain seems to have shut down.

I feel like I'm going to throw up, so I am going to bed now.

Busy, busy, busy, and holy crap this is a long post!

After a week, I have internet again and now I must post.

I have been rather busy, this past week, with sailing. I am taking my Bronze V. Monday was fun, because I hadn't gone sailing for a year, and I sailed in a new 420 with Mini PJ (AKA Andrew). There wasn't much wind, so we spent our time capsizing. Everyone did. There were thirteen of us in our class, but Monday night, Mini PJ managed to break his wrist again, so we are down to twelve, a nice round number. The only other girl is named Amelia, and she is French and only started sailing this summer. Most of the people in my group are fun; I usually hang out with Amelia, PJ, Jamie, John, and Greg, because everyone else is boring. Our instructor’s name is Matt, and I volunteered with him for a couple of weeks last year when he was teaching Whitesail with Jeremy. Monday was just a "get used to the boats again" day, and we didn't learn any skills.

On Tuesday, after a fairly unexciting game of Capture the Flag, we got to the dock, storm rigged, and learned how to fly a spinnaker. Then after lunch, we got into our boats, I was with Jamie in a new 420, but there was barely any wind, so we had barely gotten out of the channel before we were told to head in.

There was no wind again on Wednesday, although in the morning we did get to practice with the spinnakers on the water with the little wind we had. I was with Amelia, again in a new 420, and we got almost all the way to the candlestick. The wind was coming from the East, so we were on a run all the way there. However, we had to get towed in by Matt. After lunch, we learned how to remove a mast from a hull and organize it so all the ropes didn't get tangled, and also about five different types of anchors and which boats they are generally used for. After, we went for a ride in Big Red, where we went “swimming," meaning that everyone pushed each other into the water until everyone was sufficiently soaked. Except for Matt and I. I got wet, but I wasn't thrown in because I am allergic to the salt in the water and getting it in my eyes is equivalent to being squirted in the face with shampoo, plus I am wearing contacts. After that we de-rigged, and went back to the boathouse. I almost missed the train home because I left my sandals in Big Red and had to wait for the truck to bring it up.

On Thursday I got to sail in a Laser, and since the rule is you rig up the boat you docked the day before and then either Matt chooses what boat you will sail in and who you will sail with, or it is a random draw. I switched with Jamie, who sailed ended up sailing in a new 420 with Ryan. There was actually wind on Thursday, enough to make up for the previous three days, but in a way, that ended up being really bad for me. The idiot who rigged my boat doesn't remember how to rig a Laser. While I was still in the channel, I noticed that my tiller had been attached to my rudder on top of the travelers and that was impeding my ability to turn, so, while I was still in the channel, I had to turn into irons and fix it, running the risk of getting my daggerboard caught in the mud because the tide was out and the area around the channel was very shallow. After that, I headed out to the candlestick, not intending to go any farther, mainly because I wasn't supposed to, and also because if I went too far, it would just take me that much longer to get back. I was nearing the candlestick, and went to turn, heeling over and nearly capsizing myself. It took me a few minutes to figure out what was wrong, but then I realized I couldn't let my mainsheets out. My clue tie-down was tied very tightly over my mainsheets. I was stranded for about twenty minutes because I couldn't stay in irons long enough to fix it and there were no boats anywhere near by, Lasers being faster than the other boats because they are lighter. Eventually a Sabot came somewhat near, with a Junior and Jimmy, a volunteer sailing in it, and where there's a Junior, there's a Jeremy. Jeremy soon came over in Lucy, and I got him to hold my boat while I fixed my mainsheets. After that, I had a fairly good time sailing, except for the few times I got my mainsheets stuck on my transom because I had forgotten to sheet in before I tacked. While I was heading in, there was this huge gust of wind and since I was on a run, I practically flew towards the dock. All the volunteers were on the other side of the dock, so none of them heard me calling for someone to catch me. I executed a near perfect docking, but I drifted over a bit before Jimmy grabbed my bowline and held my boat until I removed my daggerboard and got out. It was extremely hard to pull my boat over to its designated spot, and I had to wait for someone to come over and help me pull my boat up. By then the other boats were starting to arrive, and within in a few minutes, John came over and helped me de-rig, even though he had never de-rigged a Laser before. While we were trying to detach the sail from the boom, the boat capsized on the dock, and, if my daggerboard hadn't still been attached to my boat, I would have lost it in the water. I finally got it de-rigged, thanks to John, Amelia, and even Smiles, who helped fold the sail.

Yesterday was supposed to be our day trip to Barnet Beach, but once again, there was no wind. All the sailors, Juniors, Whitesailors, and Bronzesailors played a few games of camouflage, then we rigged up, put our lunches in Big Red, and started on our way. Matt put Amelia and me into a new 420, which was fine with us. We got out just past the candlestick, about halfway between it and Reed Point Marina, where we were given our lunches while still in our boats. Matt and Sam, who was volunteering with him that day, stole some of my brownies before giving me my lunch. Later, after giving the remains of our lunches back to Matt, we spent the next few hours having a huge water fight, swimming, and jumping onto other people's boats and capsizing them. Every once in a while, a boat, usually the Byte, would turtle, and we would have to laugh at whoever was sailing it at the time. After that, we slowly made our way back, with David in our boat as well. He skippered all the way back, because I had been skippering all day and didn't want to. It was originally just the two of us in the boat, then when we were about halfway back, we were joined by Amelia, who had been in the Laser II with two other people, one of whom was Greg. Laser II's are not made for any more than two people, unless most of the people on board are very small (the whole incident with the Byte last year proves that a Laser II can be sailed like that). After that, nothing memorable happened, except that when I got home, I spent nearly two hours washing dishes. On Tuesday our kitchen and laundry room sinks backed up, partially flooded the kitchen and laundry room and got some of our boxes of books wet. Most of the books were fine, but it took us hours to fix the problem and clean everything up. Because of this, nobody washed any dishes for a few days. I finally did it, because we had run out of clean spoons.

Today I was all about comfort. I spent a lot of time on the internet, rarely going outside, wearing yoga pants, my landmine awareness shirt, my niftilous new belt and glasses. I didn't bother to brush my hair this morning and it is still in its braids from yesterday. Now, I need sleep, because this has taken me forever to write, and I know my mom is going to be pissed off at me for being up so late, when Erin has to work tomorrow. I shall now include a glossary, because I know that not all of you know all of these nautical terms, than I am going to bed.

Glossary

420 - The minivan of all small sailboats. If you go down to the pier, they are the boats witht the coloured hulls. Two sails.
Big Red - The largest Zodiac owned by the Rocky Point Sailing Association (RPSA). Complete with driver’s seat steering wheel, this boat is usually reserved for the Bronze classes.
Boom - The metal pole that is perpendicular to the mast. The bottom of the sail attaches to it and it swings around a lot. It really hurts when it hits you in the head.
Bronze V - The course I am taking, and the highest level you can complete with the RPSA. The levels from beginner to avvanced are: Junior, Whitesail I, II, and III, Bronze IV, Bronze V, Silver VI, and Gold VII. Depending on which level you have, you can also take instructor levels, Green, Blue, Red, and Black.
Byte - A one person, one-sail boat. These boats are rather small and are usually made for smaller people. They are also evil and I am never sailing in one ever again.
Candlestick - A landmark on the water. It marks the end of the sheltered part of the inlet, about halfway between the docks and Reed Point.
Channel - A deeper area of water near the docks. Marked by ed triangles and green squares attached to pylons, the deepest part is next to the red. Once you get out of the channel, the water is deeper, and you can pretty much go wherever you want.
Clue Tie-down -Ties the clue of the sail (the corner at the end of the boom) to the boom.
Daggerboard - A large piece of wood that fits through a hole in the middle of the boat. It is used for balance and for un-capsizing boats.
De-Rig - Removing sails, ropes and whatnot, and putting it all away.
Heeling - when the boat tips on its side. Usually this is a good thing if you want to go faster. When the boat has heeled over so much, that the boat is almost capsizing, that is called banana boating.
Irons - Turning the boat directly upwind and pulling in the sail(s) all the way, so the boat doesn’t go anywhere.
Junior - Little brats between the ages of seven and nine who are trying out sailing. Al are extremely annoying because they can get away with anything. The female Juniors are usually man-haters. They sail Sabots, Optis, and on occasion, four or five and a volunteer will sail in a 420. Not a prerequisite of Whitesail.
Laser - A one person, one-sail boat. Slightly larger than a Byte, this is my preferred boat of sailing.
Laser II - Larger than a Laser, but smaller than a 420. Two people, two sails.
Lucy - The smallest Zodiac owned by the RPSA, it is actually quite cute. The other two Zodiacs are twin boats named Patty and Selma.
Mainsheets - Ropes responsible for controlling the sail, letting it in or out.
Rigging - Getting boats ready to sail.
Rudder - A piece of wood at the back of the boat that is used for steering.
Run - Sailing directly downwind with all sails out, and the daggerboard up.
Sabot - A small, slightly akward-looking boat. Usually used by Juniors, because if you weigh more than sixty pounds, you shouldn’t be sailing one.
Sheet In - Pulling in the mainsheets and consequently, pulling in the mainsail as well.
Skipper - The “captain” of the boat. The one who is steering.
Spinnaker - A third sail, that goes in front of the gyb (the second sail, pronounced “jib”). It can be used on 420s and Laser IIs. Used only when you are on a run, it helps you to go faster. You need to know how to fly one to pass Bronze V.
Storm Rig - Partially de-rigging the boat. It is mainly used when there is a storm and you don’t want your sails damaged, or, if you are a Whitesailor or Bronzesailor, you storm rig before you go for lunch.
Tack - A way of changing direction. When you tack, you push the tiller away from you and switch sides. Whe you are tacking, you are turning upwind. The opposite, jibing (the “I” is pronounced like an “I” this time), is the exact opposite.
Tiller - Attaches to the rudder. You hold it, by holding on to the tiller extension, which is attached to the tiller itself. The tiller extension allows you more control, and also allows you to sit forward in the boat to improve your CLR (Center of Lateral Resistance), and your CE (Center of Effort), but we won’t get into that because I wasn’t listening when they tought us that in Bronze IV.
Transom -The very back of the boat. It is different from the stern.
Travelers -a piece of rope with a pulley attached that the mainsheets attach to. Called the traveler because the pulley is not fixed, and it travels to whatever side the mainsail is on. The travelers are slightly different in a 420, but not much.
Turtle - Turning your boat completely upside down in the water. It is a bitch if you turtle a single-handed boat, because your daggerboard will fall throught and you have to swim underneath to fix it. Turtling a 420 is equally annoying, because you need the weight of two or three people to un-turtle it.
Whitesail - Whitesail I, II, and III are all taken together. A beginner’s course, with no previous sailing experience needed.

"So, how's your most expensive child?"

"How old are you now?"

"Nineteen."

"Eighteen?"

"No, nineteen."

"Christopher Columbus, I was married at that age! Not that I want you to get married at that age, of course."


My grandmother does know real swear words; I just found out today. She actually used the word "damn," which she used while complaining about the Liberal government. Usually she just uses words like "gall" and "corn" to make her point.

Anyways, we visited my dear Grandma Brown-John today, brought her fruit and everything. I don't particularly like visiting my grandmother, because she is boring, and especially because the whole extended care ward in Chilliwack Hospital is dirty and smells like stale urine. The most interesting part of the whole visit happened in that brief conversation above. We all spent the whole time there trying to amuse ourselves: Dad was talking to Grandma about various things, mom was half-heartedly listening to their conversation, Erin was pre-reading one of the textbooks for one of her courses for next semester, and I was staring at my feet and trying to find a comfortable position in which to sit. Finally, Grandma told Dad to leave and take us out for dinner because we looked starving. That one works every time. In reality, we had all eaten a giant ice cream cone each before we entered the hospital, and the look of hunger on our faces was actually fatigue. None of us ever bother to argue.

Tonight we ate at a recently undiscovered sushi place. The food there was quite good, especially the tempura. Last week, the first time we tried out this resteraunt, we just had takeout, so this was the first time that Erin and I had set foot in this place. The food is also somewhat inexpensive.

That is all that is happening in my life today. I am listening to a so called "comedy" show on CTV right now. The current man's voice is quite irritating. Ha, commercial break.

And Siobhan, what is so exciting about him being gay? You did seem excited on your LiveJournal. I mean, I've never talked to him in my life before, and it's not like he is attractive as Krisha said he was. Him being gay is about as exciting as Austin being gay. Talk about a good time...

WHEEEEEEE!!!

Melancholia is a fun word, no?

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.

This reminds me of having something sharp and pointy shoved in my ear.

My mom met Nicholas Campbell (Dominique DaVinci on DaVinci's Inquest) today, when he and some location scouts, set designers etc. toured the second floor of the building she works in. What they (of the DaVinci fame) didn't realize before they came, was that the alley they commonly use to shoot their shows in is the alley that belongs to the AIBC. Needless to say, they were quite excited for some reason. Anyways, Campbell likes the place, and he wants to use it, but it's still up in the air as to if they are going to use upstairs or not. Siobhan will remember the room; it is the one we moved all those boxes around in, then sat in the old chairs we had moved up there and hung out with Kristina.

Now, about my day...

Let's just say, don't ask. I ended up babysitting the child from Hell and her sister, just to keep my aunt company. That is all you need to know.

There are now pictures of them in my PhotoBucket.

This Friday is my grandmother's eighty-ninth birthday, and I am being forced into going. I love my grandmother, but I hate the resteraunt we always go to, and my dear Auntie Gaynell will be there with her darling dog, Gucci. That thing is a walking shag carpet that yips too much. Her real daughter might come too, my cousin Andrea, but she may not, as she is too busy being on strike with the other lovely people from Telus. Uncle Ray might be there too, but I doubt it, as I believe he is still running from the law. I wonder if Uncle Lloyd and Auntie Marylin will be there. While he is extremely conceited and has one of the largest egos I have ever seen, Lloyd's stories are nonetheless more interesting than anything else anybody has to say.

By the way, Erin is nineteen now and is very happy with the presents we bought her, the gelato cake/pie I made, and we have forgiven her for working late. Friday was kind of a Murphy's Law day. I wanted to smack the woman at Marina's Gelato. Seriously.

Tomorrow I am going to Vancouver with my mother to do something regarding my passport, eat at Cassis (which Siobhan should also remember), and visit the Deluxe Junk Company, one of Vancouver's largest consignment stores.

Anyways, my father is tearing apart the livingroom, which means that my matress is in danger. I will go see what's up...

He dropped a screw belonging to the fan that was formerly in the livingroom at the park, and is now being set up in the livingroom here.

Haha, Mikhael is making me laugh. What is it about the opposite gender that makes them so easy to talk to over msn?

I'm going to go watch some mindless brainwashing.

In remembrance.

Mrs. Sturrock was injured in a hit-and-run car accident in Surrey on Friday. The friend she was with, who I'm pretty sure worked at my elementary school, was killed. This just goes to show you how dumb people in Surrey can be. The three people in the car that hit them have not been seen since.

I'm so pissed. Mrs. Sturrock is an absolutely wonderful person, although I never liked the food we made; it was too greasy. In Grade seven, she always let us eat in her room as long as we cleaned up after ourselves, and she always liked you a lot better if you were any good at one or both of her subjects (although I hate sewing, I got one hundred twenty percent in it in grade seven. My mark dropped to one hundred two by the end of the semester because I cannot cook.) She also liked my dad too, so that was an added bonus.

Anyways, I hope they find those assholes.

Jack FM is finally playing some decent music...finally.

Busy day today.

Dad and I started our daily walk/run later today, at about nine. We were checking out a new trail, and since we didn't know quite how far we were going, I decided I would walk with dad first, then when we turned around, I would run back. However, I didn't end up running today. Dad and I walked about eight kilometres in total, and by the time we had turned around, my knee was burning, probably for forgetting to wear my knee brace during my run yesterday. Anyways, this trail was next to a lake, and we found a nice little beach for swimming. Of course, it was so fucking hot today, that by the time we got back to it, I was ready to throw myself in.

On our way home, we came across an eighty year-old hitchhiker, so we stopped to give him a ride. On our way to central Maple Ridge, he told us about his life, and how he came here from Hungary in 1956 during the revolution there, started up his own business as a carpenter, and is now quite rich. We dropped him off, and went to Subway for lunch, discussing what we are going to do for Erin's birthday. Little did we know that she is working extra hours tomorrow. She just had to complicate things, didn't she?

Ewwwww, Jeff is on msn right now. I should block him; he's so annoying.

Anyways, I don't quite remember what happened after that, except that I was helping dad. We are building a counter for the kitchen, and dad says we will have a kitchen sink any day now. After that...hmmmmm, I guess my bedroom is next on the list.

What else...

I've gotten two postcards in the last two days. One yesterday from Krisha, from Austria, and one today from Cherman, from Hong Kong. I'm expecting many more once school starts, because that was all I asked of people before they left on their respective vacations.

Other than that...my mind seems to have gone blank. Oh well.

Third post of the day, but this is important.

Anyone want to come to ZombieWalk 2005 with me?

(PS, that's not my livejournal)

Why can't I convince Dad to change the radio station?

Love songs! All fucking day! You'd think Jack FM would put some variety into what they play on the air, but nooooooooo. Geez.

It wasn't, "Abby, are you going for a run today?" but, "Abby, get up. You are going for a run." What did I do to deserve that?

I went to bed around midnight last night, fell asleep almost immediately, and couldn't get out of bed this morning. My mom tried to wake me up twice, and the second time she succeeded not only waking me up, but getting me up as well. Yes, I got up, put on my running clothes, and collapsed back onto my bed, where my cat curled up on top of my legs and temporarily prevented me from going anywhere even if I had wanted to. The only reason I am up now, is because Erin's cat wouldn't shut up. So don't bother me today, I might smack you the next time I see you.

"Oh, so that's why you were hitting on Khaleel." "Hitting ON him? More like just hitting him. Stupid ex-sailor."

So I babysat the children from Hell today. Garrett was absolutely horrible. It didn't help that Auntie and Brad are both completely stressed out from moving. They don't discipline that child enough. On the other hand, Kendall was being very good. I also my the stalker from next door also known as Lisa, the neighbourhood babysitter. She looks like she's twelve and acts like she's ten. She is eighteen. She can't get a job. I wonder why.

Faaria's birthday party was good. I knew she'd like my present. In fact, Khaleel liked it too. Now I know what to get him for his birthday. Who knew stuffed elephants were so much fun? Anyways, met a bunch of new people, and had another philosophical discussion with Megan, this one about consentual reality.

I would write more, but I'm about to fall asleep. I'm going to bed.