"Hi, would you like to support the Tijuana project? No? Okay, have a good night. Bastard."
Last night I didn't end up going home, but stayed out until after one in the morning. Dad didn't pick me up from school until almost five. We picked mom up after stopping at the 7-11 for gum and chocolate bars, and went to the Austin Diner for dinner. Afterwards we were bored, so for some reason we ended up going to Home Sense. I'm actually glad we did. I found this on their reject shelf and just had to buy it:
After that my parents dropped me off in front of the John B on Austin, where me and two other girls were asking for donations for our trip to Tijuana to build an elementary school for underprivileged children (hint hint, buy more chocolate). I was only out there for an hour, but I was so fucking cold. However, as always when you spend an hour standing in front of a pub, you see a lot of interesting characters. There was the woman who stole a water glass from the pub, to the woman who claimed to be a teacher at Best (we didn't believe her, she was too weird) who sat in her car for a good twenty minutes after throwing a full can of beer out the window, to the two men holding cans of Budweiser and their kid (they weren't gay, one of them was the friend of the other) who gave money to us on two separate occasions, while the boy swung a bag with a rented video game around and tried to hit one of the men. About ten minutes after we saw them for the last time, a police car drove up and a policewoman got out and asked us if we had seen two drunk men with a little boy come by, and we pointed them in the general direction that they had gone. Other people made fun of us, wondering about the REAL reason why we were going to Tijuana, and others pretended to mishear us, thinking we were raising money for the marijuana project. Still others suspected that we were not going to Tijuana at all, and we were collecting money because we wanted to go to the pub. We agreed and said that it was our secret tequila fund, and they laughed and gave us money.
Adam picked me up just after nine, and we went to Silvercity, where we saw Walk the Line with two of his friends. It wasn't bad, but by the time it was over, after twelve thirty, I was exhausted.
Today wasn't nearly as exciting. I slept in, read for a while, did some chores, and that's pretty much it. I was just watching the Gemini Awards on Global, where one thing really disturbed me. I back when I watched a lot of TV, I watched a lot of Canadian television, and even though I only watch a choice few shows now, I still try to keep tabs on what's on CTV and the CBC. The thing that disturbed me was that I didn't recognize half of the shows that were nominated for Geminis. Luckily, most that won awards I actually did know. One more thing I thought was mildly disturbing, what the HELL was Mary Walsh wearing? Poor Colin Mochrie. I'm done ranting about this now.
I think I'm going to get off the computer now, at least for a while. Goodnight.
After that my parents dropped me off in front of the John B on Austin, where me and two other girls were asking for donations for our trip to Tijuana to build an elementary school for underprivileged children (hint hint, buy more chocolate). I was only out there for an hour, but I was so fucking cold. However, as always when you spend an hour standing in front of a pub, you see a lot of interesting characters. There was the woman who stole a water glass from the pub, to the woman who claimed to be a teacher at Best (we didn't believe her, she was too weird) who sat in her car for a good twenty minutes after throwing a full can of beer out the window, to the two men holding cans of Budweiser and their kid (they weren't gay, one of them was the friend of the other) who gave money to us on two separate occasions, while the boy swung a bag with a rented video game around and tried to hit one of the men. About ten minutes after we saw them for the last time, a police car drove up and a policewoman got out and asked us if we had seen two drunk men with a little boy come by, and we pointed them in the general direction that they had gone. Other people made fun of us, wondering about the REAL reason why we were going to Tijuana, and others pretended to mishear us, thinking we were raising money for the marijuana project. Still others suspected that we were not going to Tijuana at all, and we were collecting money because we wanted to go to the pub. We agreed and said that it was our secret tequila fund, and they laughed and gave us money.
Adam picked me up just after nine, and we went to Silvercity, where we saw Walk the Line with two of his friends. It wasn't bad, but by the time it was over, after twelve thirty, I was exhausted.
Today wasn't nearly as exciting. I slept in, read for a while, did some chores, and that's pretty much it. I was just watching the Gemini Awards on Global, where one thing really disturbed me. I back when I watched a lot of TV, I watched a lot of Canadian television, and even though I only watch a choice few shows now, I still try to keep tabs on what's on CTV and the CBC. The thing that disturbed me was that I didn't recognize half of the shows that were nominated for Geminis. Luckily, most that won awards I actually did know. One more thing I thought was mildly disturbing, what the HELL was Mary Walsh wearing? Poor Colin Mochrie. I'm done ranting about this now.
I think I'm going to get off the computer now, at least for a while. Goodnight.
Abby wandered off at 10:00 p.m.
Actually, I think it was the slightly intoxicated man who gave us each a handful of change, then ran across the parking lot singing that made my day.
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