A quick note

I'm considering switching to Blogger Beta, so if in the comments you see anonymous posting allowed with word verification (much as I hate it), then I've switched, and I will keep it that way until everyone else has switched as well, because if you don't have Beta, you can't comment on anyone who does.

Also, I might only let certain people read my blog. I haven't decided yet.

Ciao

Somebody is smoking upstairs. The Parents are going to be pissed

Yesterday I went shopping. Everything took about an hour. In chronological order, I bought a new mouthguard, a pair of running flats (which were the only thing that I asked for for my birthday last year, so only ten months late), two pairs of jeans and a new brace, because the old one needed to be replaced. My new one is less bulky. My dad also gave me a new Starbucks card, because he knows me well enough that I will be making more than one trip to Starbucks in the next few weeks.

In the afternoon I made two-bite zucchini muffins.

The Parents dropped me off at Erin's, where I finished my scarf. Erin and I watched her Maestro dvd.

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This morning I slept in ten minutes, then after a quick shower and a bus ride that included a 143 with the pull chord things not working, so I had to make my way to the front of the bus and talk to the bus driver, and walk further than I expected, I arrived at Mikhael's just as his mom was leaving, so I was able to slip inside. I woke Mikhael up, then promptly fell asleep in his bed and didn't get up until one. In my defense, I am sick.

The rest of my time there isn't worth mentioning. We watched a lot of TLC, because TLC is cool.

Tomorrow I am going for sushi at "de place with de boats" in Vancouver, with Mia, Alexis, Greg, Siamak and apparently a bunch of French people whom I don't know, which will probably turn out to be Phillip and Laura, who isn't even French.

Cheers. Hopefully I will be able to eat tomorrow without dying.

Heeheehee

~

My day was unexciting. Found out that rugby is U16 and not U17 and I am upset.

Going shoe shopping tomorrow. Wore closed-toed shoes for the first time in over a month today.

OH MY GOD TENT!!!!111!!!!1!!!!11!!!ONEONEONEELEVEN!1!

So, starting from Saturday? Yes, Saturday. I had forgotten.

I spent Saturday at the PNE with Mikhael, doing PNE-ish things. We ate lots of fatty foods, watched the Superdogs, the pig races, the duck races, the Hi-Dive and the Motocross. We got a free shammy from the shammy guy, and I met some of Mikhael's co-workers.

Somewhere during that time I misplaced my wallet, which put me in quite a bad mood for the rest of the day.

Bussed to Port Moody, slept through dinner at Boston Pizza.

~

Sunday morning my family went to the quarry in Pitt Meadows. We all got hard hats, even though they were only for children seven and under, but we didn't care. We got a tour, looked at all of the booths and got some free stickers and things, and they had baskets and baskets of cookies, so we liberated a few.


Erin and I in front of the sand pit "quarry" armed with bucket and shovel


Two people help Rocky the Rock off the back of a truck


One display had all of these different coloured asphalt pucks, and one had my name on it. It was the green one too.

After we went to Bard on the Beach to see A Winter's Tale. It was good. After we went to Swiss Chalet and I ate lots of coleslaw in record time.

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Today I was babysitting David again. My morning was unexciting, though I had my Archaeology Magazine to read, and I did read it very slowly to pass the time. Mikhael came home early though, and as soon as his dad came home, we left for Vancouver to pick up my wallet from the PNE, as it had been turned in on Sunday. The bus was half an hour late, but we got there eventually, and with only a few complications at the gate, I got my wallet back, safe and sound, and with all of the money still inside.

Mikhael's mom, Lana picked us up. It's her birthday today, and when I wished her a happy one earlier today, I got a squeal and a hug.

My Baby and I went to Starbucks, and I had a frap, because I have not had one for so long. I was in a very good mood, so there was a lot of joking and yelling. Is that your hack, or are you just happy to see me? Turns out it was the hack, and then I started biting on it, because I felt like it.

I have been in a chatty mood all evening, talking to anyone who is willing. Right now two people whom I never talk to anymore are talking to me, and that is happy. Alea is joining cross-country :)

~

One more thing: I am disgusted by the number of people who are choosing business over history at PMSS. History Matters, people! The sidewalk told me so!



Edit: Brendan says that he is joining cross-country too. I also got my yarn in the mail, and now I can finish my scarf.

I ♥ Explosives

Heading to Erin's soon, will post about my weekend tomorrow at Mikhael's if I remember.

This is my llama fence

Today was the last day of sailing this summer. In the morning I helped transport the sabots from the dock to the compound, but was stolen by Jimmy and put into a boat with three girls and Cameron until we got out of the channel. Why they didn't put Paula in is beyond me, because she was volunteering with the Whitesailors and I wasn't. Eventually I was picked up by Matt and Paula, and we were driving around and splashing the White III class. It's the most fun I've had in a zodiac since the first day trip of the summer when I was in Lucy with Max and he waged war against all of the sailboats.

At the barbecue I got cheese on my veggie burger. We gave all of the instructors special, personalized awards, for example, Max received the Human Hazard Award, Jimmy received the Looks Most Like A Carrot Award, Matt received the 2nd Sexiest In Pink Sunglasses Award, and Brent received the Mr Fix-It Award. We made him give a speech, and it was very heart-felt. I'm going to miss him next year. Apparently the new sailing director is a total bitch who is going to hire her own instructors, and not anyone who has actually sailed in the club.

But that's just what I've heard.

We were all upset because the Pants Off was cancelled, due to parents complaining about the name, so we didn't have any of this. We will revive it some day. We have to, or it's back to condiment-eating competitions.

I left soon after, to babysit my cousins. It went better than I thought it would, meaning that I wasn't completely exhausted by the time I left. We watched The Cat in the Hat, and Gar and I had a pillow fight. I'm so happy that Kenny isn't going to be like her sister; having two Garrett's would be horrible. Gar and I took some pictures:

Gary and I


Garrett


Kendall


My parents dropped by after a while, not having seen the cousins since Kenny's first birthday in March.

Auntie came home eventually, and we picked up Erin from PoCo Station and went home. I watched my dances last year, which reminded me that I have to find a piece of music to dance to next year. That's the good thing about solos and duos is that you have a huge say in which song you will get to listen to over and over again for ten months. That's is what I'm doing now. Unfortunately the amount of jazz music on my computer is severely lacking. However, I think that I have two possible choices. I'll just have to see what Donna comes up with. Maybe I have to dig up my Herbie Hancock again. Call It '95 was a good number.

I'm making myself wake up somewhat early tomorrow, so I am going to bed now.

I do not use big words like "confirms" and "it"

*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
hey
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
i am The Cool
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
do you want to know why i am The Cool?
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
tell me why u r the cool
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
because
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
i have a Sugar n Spice temporary tattoo on my left palm

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Yesterday was another sailing day. In the morning I read a magazine while the Whitesail people learned things. I ate Pajo's for lunch, because Mike and I were going to have a Pajo's Party with the Bronzesailors, but due to timing we had to have a mini party instead. I ate fish and chips and felt fat for the rest of the day.

In the afternoon I sat in a boat with Cameron, Doyle and Jacob until they got out of the channel, then Jimmy picked me up, which had Cameron screaming and crying for the next two hours because he wanted me in the boat. Jacob and Doyle showed tremendous patience throughout the afternoon. Jimmy wasn't feeling well and I think some of it rubbed off on me, because I had a huge headache from about half an hour before everyone de-rigged, to when I left.

I rode the train one stop to Coquitlam, the whole time talking to Caja, a Whitesailor, and her father, a prof at SFU.

Mikhael and I went to PoCo, made a quick run through Costco for all of the free samples, then bought more clothing for Mikhael. We also checked out Sport Mart, then went across the street, that bloody intersection has a crosswalk thing everywhere except in the direction that we were going, so we had to go all of the way around, to the Running Room, where Mikhael bought me new running shorts.

We spent some time in The Brick , sitting on chairs in the children's section, making lists and talking. People looked at us and smiled.

I stayed at Erin's apartment last night. Introduced her to Superdickery.

This morning I woke up all nice and early, kicked myself for not bringing my own shampoo, then forgot about my pajamas in the bathroom after my shower.

Hung out at Mikhael's for most of the day, completely engrossed in my magazine, while David played Warcraft in his room.

I left for a bit because I needed to go to my dance school to pick up my DVD and dance photo, and figure out when my dance classes are. Donna does not teach on Tuesdays any more, which means that I have been move to Monday and Wednesday, Wednesday being the most problematic due to me having cross-country in the fall and rugby in the spring. I did manage to get my group moved back, so that it starts later on Wednesday, so hopefully that will work out. This year I am not doing a duo with Erin, because Donna doesn't want to teach us, as we argue way too much, but I do get my own solo, which is the Monday class.

I went back to Mikhael's for a while, then I went to Rocky Point, because they were doing that Rocky Point Day thing. I hung out with Lauren, she was working as a mermaid at the Pajo's booth, and whenever somebody stuck their fishing line over the wooden partition that she was sitting behind, she'd attach a candy bag to it. I held her water for her and we gave ourselves temporary Sugar n Spice tattoos on our left palms, because we are The Cool. Ayrton and Gabby hung out with us. A little girl came around back and asked us for a candy bag, and we directed her to the other Pajo's people because she was too shy to ask to go fishing by herself. Lauren attached two bags for her.

speaking of little children, I'm babysitting the Child from Hell and her sister tomorrow. I can imagine that she'll be very eager to see me.

My Solitaire is better than your Solitaire.

Coffee Crisp makes a nice no one will ever love you and now you're fat snack

This morning I hung out with the Bronzesailors while they started their three-day fibreglassing tutorial. When they weren't doing anything we played Ha and sang bad renditions of the classic Scooby-Doo theme song (NOT the new one) and songs from Annie.

Ate lunch with the other volunteers and instructors, Mia was back from Croatia today, which was happy.

In the afternoon I got to hang out in a boat with Whitesailors. I got to go with the kid with ADHD, the kid who is afraid of heeling and sailing in general, and Jenny, who couldn't steer straight to save her life. It was a very exhausting three hours.

Everything took a turn for the better after though, and after my running from the sailing dock to the train station in five minutes, a very admirable feat, I got to go shopping with Mikhael, for Mikhael. It was exciting. So exciting, in fact, that we are doing it again tomorrow.

In other news, Jordan left for Red Deer today, putting me in a bad mood for most of sailing.

In other other news, there is free food at Rocky Point tomorrow, five-thirty PM. I do not remember why.

I also thought I would shake things up a bit, blog-wise. After nearly two years of the black, I was getting a little bored.

I Love Lucy

Princess Lucy




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Dotdotdot, eh?

Blog conversation of the day:

*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
heyyy
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
i want my book back
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
and my magazine
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
ill give it back to u tommorow
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
you better not be reading Ten Ways To Break Up With Your Boyfriend
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
because i'd be very hurt
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i just noticed u left it here
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
why, are u planning one of those ways?
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
no
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
but if you are...
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
lol
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
actually
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
if you do have a boyfriend, i want you to break up with him
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
right now
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
ill get right on it, what number should i read lol
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
umm, 4
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
read it to me
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
im allowed to read it?
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
yes
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
because you are breaking up with your boyfriend
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
unless you don't have one, then it's just for fun
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i dont have a boyfriend....
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
dotdotdot eh?
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
i think you do
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
oh yes abby...and to spice things up how bout a strap on...
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
im really retarded at reading magazines, where would i find the 10 ways to break up with a boyfriend
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
umm, crap, try halfway through the magazine
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
it should have a page number on the front
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
this one's mostly advertisements
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i think i found it
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
mr. slob?
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
dunno
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
hadn't gotten there yet
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i doubt thats it
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
read on
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
wow birthcontrol is hardcore
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
the pill rather* lol
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
go on
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
bout?
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
the pill
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
and have you found the breakup thing yet?
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
no, the thing i found before was a QnA
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
and i was reading what to do if u miss your pill
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
and all the different combinations
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
u have to do different things depending on how many u missed, what week, and so forth
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
mhm
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
i knew that
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i didnt
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
that is because you are male
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
true that, tis a fact
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
this is really pissing my off..like a lot
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
what
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
is
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
is
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
is
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
lol
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
the boyfriend thing
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
oooo, read it
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
type it
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i cant find it...thats whats getting to me
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
oh
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
just keep looking
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
anyways, i was write the first time
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
i now know how to navigate elle magazine!
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
within the first 35 pages theres a page that says where all the articles on the cover are located
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
mhm
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
you just have to get through the advertisements
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
i like to look at them
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
anyways the 4th one?
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
yes
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
then any other ones you like
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
If sex is important to you, you must either tell the fellow you're taking a lover or end the relationship. I promise, Uncle Flagpole could simply be uninterested- some magnificent people simply are not carnally inclined on the other hand if YOU are not inclined either and if you manage to add a bit of arguing to the fact of no sex, most people will probably agreee, its time you get hitched
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
mmm, Uncle Flagpole
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
is that a metaphor for penis
Soft Core Surrealism - More fun than a light fixture says:
yes
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
thought so
*-_Mikhael_-* And we all know the freshest pineapples come from cans says:
ok, ill tell my boyfriend that..

Note: Some parts were removed due to being completely asyndetic.

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In other news, I started a new scarf, made of one hundred percent alpaca wool, and I will be finished it as soon as I get another ball of wool, because two just isn't enough. Winter's coming, you know. I babysat David and hung out with Mikhael. We bobbed our heads at the bus stop just so people would look at us, We'll do anything for attention. It all started when a carfull of guys honked when we were skipping down 227th Street in Maple Ridge . . .

I'm sailing again tomorrow.

Stop being so effing bitchy

Okay, quick post.

This morning we went to the event thing at Pitt Meadows airport, where I got my pancake breakfast and my free ride in a plane. I got a certificate to show for it. I saw Alexis at the Jiu-Jitsu booth, though it took me five minutes to make the connection between the booth that said Jiu-Jitsu, the SFU rugby bag in the corner and the short, black head of hair sitting behind the table. Everyone at the table had to ask me about my hand, but I am getting used to it.

We decided to go to Fort Langley afterwards. We went shopping downtown, shopping meaning that we had to go inside every single antique store in town, but it was well worth it, because I came out of it with a new Winnie The Pooh handbag for ten dollars. We also bought gelato, me only eating my third choice after my first two, Mozart for the name and Baileys because it's Baileys, were stolen from me by my sister. I drank Orange and Cream soda, because I don't get to drink Stewart's that often.

We ate dinner at some Mexican place, the first time that I have eaten Mexican since I was in Mexico. The food was alright, though I'm pretty sure that mine came straight from Costco.

I'm leaving for Erin's soon.

I hate horror/comedys

If I didn't not like meat already, the movie I just saw would have put me off any sort of meat for life. Especially in Denmark. Never go into a butcher shop in Denmark.

Erin won't stop giggling.

My mother says that every spider has a website

This morning we all woke up nice and early to go look at a bunch of spider webs with dew on them that my dad had been raving about. Unfortunately there wasn't any dew, so we decided to go to Pitt Meadows Airport's Hangar Days, because we heard that there was some sort of free pancake breakfast involved. When we got there there was nothing, so somebody got their dates wrong, somebody being my father. The thing is tomorrow. Tomorrow I get to go on a free mini flight thing. How exciting.

I made cookies when I got home. Then I ventured outside my house into the foreign and strange world that is Maple Ridge, where I was reminded once again why I do not go for walks around my neighbourhood. Some idiot in a Ford F-150 nearly ran me over, and not five minutes later, some other idiot in a different Ford F-150 was catcalling me, which was especially disturbing considering that he looked a little bit like Ralph Klein.

I slept for a couple hours after that, then ate dinner which included homemade "chardmae," our take on gomae. I was upset because I cannot go to Jordan's party tonight, so I tried to drink myself to oblivion, but I failed miserably because it's hard to get drunk on half a glass of beer.

That brings me up to now. Mom and dad are going to Vancouver to give the mattress and boxspring that have been sitting in our livingroom for two years to the only person at my mother's work who is ranked higher than her. Apparently Erin and I are going to go rent a movie because we haven't for months. I wonder if they have any new foreign films.

I abandoned tape for a tensor. Typing on msn is a bitch.

I probably won't post again until Monday, because I am staying at Erin's apartment tomorrow night.

My blog as a graph

From here

The brown hat brim reveals little of the man within

I was cheated out of a day trip today, although Matt says we'll go on one on Monday. Too bad I'll miss it.

In the morning the Whitesailors were capsizing. This time I managed to get out of being an example; instead I took one of the sailors, the one who is afraid to go sailing, up to the Boathouse because he had to go to football practice. I preached rugby and had a nice talk with his father.

After a nice lunch in which I ate free pudding, we went down to the dock, where I made numerous trips back and forth between the docks ferrying Michael and little James. Michael, Alec and I never managed to get out on the water, because we launched only one of the Twins this morning; one on the wheels on Patty's trailer had fallen apart.

We went up to the Boathouse to find the trailer fixed, so we took Patty town and did a bit of inventory work for Brent. We also brought up all of the Laser and Byte lines and organized them. Brent wants us to shuffle the Lasers around, but we'll do that next week. All we had time for today was to fix the hiking strap on one of them.

I came home and had spaghetti and veggieballs for dinner. I shared a glass of beer with my mother because my parents forgot about me and didn't pour me one.

I did everything practically one-handed today, because I sprained my middle finger. Luckily it's on my right hand, which I only use for driving boats. It's not like it is important or anything.

Brick on a String

Today was quite exciting for me. In the afternoon. My morning was not-so-exciting, consisting of a search to find the Opti sail with the number that Rachel is registered under for the nationals, and Falacci teaching a lesson that I helped with, because it was all about knots, and I got mad knot tying skillz, yo.

The afternoon was awesome though, because I got some alone time in Salma, and because I was bored, I actually drove around and taught Whitesailors, and by teaching I mean going over sail trim, how to tell where the wind is coming from, points of sail and tricks to stop rudders from beavertailing.

When we got back to the dock I kept Donovan occupied, he has ADHD, then because the idiot member who doesn't know how to sail left Little Red tied between the sailing dock and the rowing dock, I untied her and paddled her to her trailer.

Mikhael and I left and went to his house, and watched The Simpsons, because that is what we always do.

It is freezing in here. I am going to go put on some more clothing.

I owe three hundred and seventeen dollars in school fees this year

I didn't remember to finish yesterday's post, so here it is:

Later Mikhael and I went to his house and watched many episodes of the Simpsons. I was waiting for the 701 and I ran into Anny from Mexico, and there was hugging.

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This morning I made it through almost four hours of sailing, then I had to go home for a while because I had the biggest stomach cramp ever. While I was there I got to play with the powerwasher, glower at the new centerboard for not fitting into the centerboard housing properly, and curse at Patty for being so damn un-drivable compared to Salma.

My dad drove me home, and I took some pain meds and went to bed for two hours. Sally decided to sleep with me, but instead of curling up against or on my legs like any normal cat, she decided to get as close to me as possible by curling up on my face.

I left eventually, after eating a sandwich, to go to the mall. I met Mikhael at Coquitlam Station, and we spent the next few hours at the mall, shopping for a present and a card for Jordan. We ended up pooling our money, leaving only enough for a movie.

Jordan liked our presents. I hope. He laughed when he opened the box with ten pairs of girly earrings. He knew it was coming.

We saw Talladega Nights. Was good, though I had already seen most of the funny stuff from the previews.

We took pictures after the movie. Here is my favourite:



We also saw Jeremy. 'Nuff said.





PS - This is post number five hundred.

Tired of being dead, Louis Riel un-died and now makes step-ladders

I didn't get out on the water at all today, instead choosing to stay up at the Boathouse and work, partially because I felt like it, and partially because Mikhael had a day off and was spending all day at the Boathouse.

In the morning I played with fibreglass and optis; Michael and I were sanding the gunwhales of two of them. We took a break for lunch, because other people arrived for lunch and we didn't want the children breathing in fibreglass dust I had a slurpee and chocolate with my sandwich and apple, which made me happy.

Speaking of apples, we bruised Michael's apple entirely, it felt funny, then, because we didn't have a lighter, we blew it apart with the pressure washer.

I got to play with a pressure washer for a bit. Then I swept the boat bay, common room and the surrounding area. Mikhael organized the mezzanine while wearing one of my shirts, and did a very nice job. Greg put a piece of tape on my mouth just for fun, so I wore it all afternoon, only taking it off if I needed to talk to people.


Oh Greg, what are you doing on that ladder?


The best picture that I take of you in the Mezzanine, and it's slightly blurry. I am sad.


This picture is going to be famous someday.


Sigh, boys.

And, not five minutes later:


Michael was feeling particularly violent today


Oh no! Where is Greg?!?


Awww, so sweet. I lessthanthree you too, baby :)


Mmmm, tape.

Sit Still

I needed cheering up, so I invited Mikhael over and we made cake. It was good cake.

Bitchfest 2006 Number Two (Now with less dance)

I do not like it when my mom tells me to stay home. I suppose it was justified, I mean, I didn't want to be stuck in a boat for two hours and have to throw up, and I prrobably would have still felt like shit, but still.

Whenever I stay home I feel fine by twelve, or in today's case, ten. I feel bad becuse I am missing a day of sailing. This is also true for school, and other fun activities. I also know that I cannot leave my house because I might get sick again, according to my parents.

What's even funnier is that when my mother woke me up this morning and asked me if I was alright, it was because I had been playing Insomniac the night before, not because less than an hour earlier I had been puking my guts out in the bathroom. I was perfectly awake.


I'm done here, except for one thing: Those fucking TriCity people told me that I would be in Saturday's paper, but was I? Those bastards took out their pictures of RPSA to make way for important articles such as Goose Poop In The Park and blueberry picking. I am very upset. Nobody cares about goose shit. I grew up with fucking goose shit. I am so used to it that I can run around barefoot in it. It's nothing new! Those bastards made everyone go sailing in the rain with no wind, just so some guy could take pictures of us. Bastards, I never liked them anyways. It was always The Now who would post pictures of me in their paper when they were sent off to both. The TriCity is too high and mighty to publish pictures of little, seemingly unimportant dancers, or sailors.

I need to call my aunt.

Tai chi

This is all you need to know about my day:

Lovely Nifty Amusive

So after a nice sleep yesterday, I was awakened by my mother. I got up with a huge headache.

I played a few games of solitaire, before I was yelled at by my parents for not having made my grandmother's birthday cake. My grandmother wanted strawberry shortcake, so my parents decided to have me make it from scratch, because I'm good with baking.

After a rough start, which included me running around screaming because my helper, Erin, suddenly decided to take a shower when I needed her to grease the pans, and because the sugar smelled off, it tasted fine though, everything went pretty smoothly, despite me having to wait for my parents to go buy milk. My left arm is still sore from mixing the batter. It was a well beaten cake. It ended up being three layers, the mother of all strawberry shortcakes, and we managed to get whipping cream over most of the kitchen table and ourselves.

We left soon after, with our monster creation on a silver platter, and I'll try to get a picture of it sent to me before this post is over. Erin held the cake on her lap. I wanted to make a detour into Port Moody to grab a copy of the TriCity, but I was severely disappointed, and I still haven't seen it.

We got to the hospital where Grandma resides just before five, and soon after met the nurse whose daughter dances at Footloose. My uncles Lloyd, Ray and Squid, meaning all of them, could not make it, so it was just the four of us, Grandma, Auntie Gaynell, and my cousin Andrea. Pretty pathetic, considering how large our family is. Grandma has five children, eleven grandchildren and fourteen great-grandchildren. Six of us were there. Not even Gucci was there, much to my surprise and relief, but apparently she won Best Costume in the dog show at the country fair in White Rock.

We ate dinner, Gay and Andrea ordered burgers for themselves, Grandma and her roommate, Margaret, while we brought our own dinner: barbecued salmon and cous cous. We ate the cake, it was really good and I received many praises, and then we all sat back and talked for a while, about politics and ourselves, but eventually Grandma decided that she was sore from having been in her park bench of a wheelchair all day, so we left soon after with the remainder of the cake, after giving a piece to Margaret to share with her granddaughter.

It was Saturday night, so instead of going home, we went to the Richmond Night Market instead. It was my first time going, so I was pretty excited, though I couldn't help wondering if it was going to be similar to downtown Tijuana in any way. Not really. There was more variety in the booths, one would sell clothing, the next electronics, the next sunglasses, the next toys, the next bras, the next cutesy Azn stuff, then it would repeat. They weren't all selling the same things. And they weren't pushy. In Mexico they try to drag you into their store, or into their topless bar.

Anyways, I bought socks. It was exciting. Next time we go we are going to try some of the food, we were too full to try any this time, and next time I am totally blowing all of my money on cellphone straps, though what I am going to decorate with them I haven't decided yet, as my phone won't accommodate them. Maybe my duffel bag.

I went to bed as soon as we got home.

I slept in until nine this morning. My mother has just informed my sister and I, that when she dies, she doesn't want us fighting over her supply of elastic bands.

The cake:

Mmmm, cream

Yesterday was the last day of the third session. Everyone was feeling particularly lazy and the instructors had to finish their report cards, so we ended up playing Capture the Flag for almost two hours. After that we all went sailing, deciding to have a later lunch than normal.

It was freezing out on the water. I was in Salma with Matt, and we just sat there with a blanket draped across our knees while Matt finished his report cards. We eventually let the kids sail in, and were ready to eat lunch by one. While we were on the dock I looked after one guy from Bronze with mild hypothermia.

Barbecue was the same as always. After, the kids went on a scavenger hunt.

I left soon after, with Mikhael. We hung out at his house for a while, just him, me, and my favourite drink.

I stopped at Haney Place on my way home. And bought that dress. It is now hanging in my closet all pretty-like. I just need an occasion to wear it.

I went to bed early because I was tired. I have to visit my grandmother today, but I don't want to, even moreso now because I feel like shit. Right now all I want to do is throw up and go back t bed.

Whoosh

Today was also all drizzly-like, just like yesterday. This time, however, there wasn't any reporter to ruin our plans, so most people watched movies for most of the morning. I filled in sixteen days worth of volunteer hours in the log book, and have figured out that by the end of the Friday after next, and including the four days that I am going to miss in the next two weeks due to babysitting, I will have two hundred and seventy-nine hours.

Everybody left to go sailing or storm-rig, so Lexi, Greg and I helped Brent with building a new rack for pfd's. It's so much nicer now, and so organized.

I ate fish and chips for lunch. The first time this summer. That deserved a mention.

In the afternoon we played with Little Red's motor, Matush's scooter, and Stumpy. We drove Lucy over to the sailing dock and tried to fix the centerboard again, almost got it, but we took off most of the gel coat, and my sandals are a little the worse for wear.

I can't remember what else I did today. That dress I wanted the other day, I'm going to buy it tomorrow.

I wish I was fat and vertically challenged like Alec

Today started off all drizzly-like. It was icky, but the instructors still made everyone "sail" in the morning because a reporter from the TriCities was coming to take pictures. We all lamented that it was this day that he had to come, because it ruined our plans of watching all of the Mighty Duck movies and sleeping.

I lost the rock paper scissors match with Greg, and Max said that whomever lost got to volunteer with him, so I was quite happy. Volunteering with Max means that if you are helping to launch the boats, you jump into the last double-handed boat and Max will pick you up once you get out of the channel. The last boat just happened to be the Tasar. I finally got to sail in the Tasar. Unfortunately there was no wind, so I am not really counting it. I was with Chase and Riley, and they kept on insulting and splashing each other, but I half ignored them. Later Riley attacked Chase and they landed on me and I hit my injured knee, which put me in a bad mood for a while.

I never did get into Big Red with Max; the reporter snapped a few pictures with his Nikon DX, including a few of the Tasar, then Max drove him back to the dock and immediately told us to head in and storm rig.

The sailors watched Garfield and ate lunch, and the volunteers and a few other people hung out downstairs, threw Stumpy the Rugby Ball around, and drank hot chocolate. I wasn't in a coffee mood today.

Things cleared up in the afternoon, so everyone went sailing. I was with Max again, because I did not want to be with Ana, and I did not want to be in a 420 with the Canto Kids again, lovely as they are. The Bronzesailors were practicing their rudderless.

On the way home I lost my mommy, then found her again, and my parents and I went to that All-You-Can-Eat Asian restaurant that serves both Japanese and Chinese.

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I'll be in the TriCities most likely this Saturday. I will probably find my own copy, but just in case, somebody save me one.

Clams are generally alive until they die

Today was one of those days that felt like it was going by so fast, yet so so slowly. It was a very grey, rainy day, quite the opposite from yesterday. I don't feel like typing very much, so here is a list of what happened today, for my own future reference:

~Woke up
~Usual morning routine, new pair of contacts, left one hurt
~Train with mom
~Launched boats, drove Lucy, took a while to get started
~Three games of Camouflage, Michael and I were it the last time
~Little Terry from Juniors found empty whiskey bottle, we confiscated it. Was funny as hell
~Went to dock with Whitesailors to storm rig, sat in shed most of the time, trying to fix my contact
~Sara and I are going to become Olympic bobsledders, then move to Jamaica
~Ate lunch with some Whitesailors
~Went dock to the dock and rigged up
~Alec capsized in the mud because tide was low, Max and Matt rescued Laser
~"Sexual assault" leaving Matt embarrassed and me trying not to laugh
~Took Lucy back and walked up to Boathouse to grab raingear and blankets
~Sat in Salma with Matt, rafted up next to Ana and Sam, was drizzling
~Headed in early, de-rigged, went back to Boathouse
~Kids watched Hook, I hung out downstairs with volunteers and Alec
~Bought fries
~Took contact out because it was bothering me, walked around with it in one hand and cleaning solution in the other until Mikhael arrived
~Stopped at Seven and put contact in slurpee cup with cleaning solution
~Went to Mikhael's house, watched TV and nearly fell asleep, was fed way too much
~Bussed home holding my slurpee cup, people gave me odd looks
~Watched House
~Going to bed

Garden Cheerios

Last night I stayed at Erin's apartment. I don't particularly like staying there, I usually get a better night's sleep, but it takes me a while for fall asleep because it's so damn bright in there, and when I finally do, I tend to have really weird dreams, like the one last night about rugby as politics, and a game where there were six of us against fifteen, and our only forward was Kari, from the Heritage team, even though she's a back in real life.

This morning I woke up and mourned for a few minutes that I couldn't go for a run because I can't find my brace, then remembered that I was alone and could shower for as long as I wanted. As a bonus, my sister finally has conditioner in her apartment, thanks to me. All she needs now, is a hairbrush and a dryer that turns off by itself, and she'll be set.

I made myself breakfast, then left for sailing. I wanted to buy coffee on the way, but the ice cream shop hadn't opened.

We launched the boats, I was in Lucy and did a pretty decent job, considering the fact that I was docking to Big Red and not to an actual dock, and I had to maneuver around the Twins. Falacci and I went down to the dock to make two sets of Laser lines; there were a few minor set backs: I had to fun back to the Boathouse to grab the key to the shed, and the knife wasn't in the toolbox, so we had to burn the ropes instead. A few minutes after we arrived on the dock, a man and a woman on a small powerboat decided to save thirty seconds off their trip to downtown by leaving the channel early so they could accelerate and go faster than five knots, but it was low tide and they got stuck on a mud bank. Falacci and I went out to help them, help meaning they tied one end of our buoyant heaving line to their boat, and I held onto the other end, while Falacci gunned Salma in reverse. My pinkies still hurt. We drove back to the docks and Falacci ran up to the boathouse to get the kill chord for Big Red, but by the time she came back the tide had gone out even further and they were completely beached. We drove out there again, and told them to stay their anchor and wait for the tide to come up.

By then it was so hot out, and we hadn't even done the lines yet. I set to work making boomvangs and lighting the torch for Falacci, because I could get it started in one try and she couldn't. That didn't take long at all, though it would have taken even less time if we hadn't stopped to talk to Derpak and marvel at his impressive sock tan.

We came up for lunch. I stole Greg's chair and felt proud of myself.

I didn't feel like having to put up with Ana in the afternoon, so I volunteered to attach a newly repaired daggerboard to boat number five with Greg. We had to get all of the holes lined up and stick a bolt through, which was really difficult, because Greg was having problems moving the daggerboard around, we later found out that part of it was warped, and I wasn't having much fun either, because I was the one who got to hang practically upside down and tell Greg if it was lined up or not. Eventually we stopped because we were dying and I had something in my eye, and we took off our pfd's, which is a no-no, but we didn't care because nobody else was on the dock, and we sat in the shade of the shed. I couldn't get the thing out of my eye no matter how hard I tried, so finally I ignored it.

Jimmy and Sam arrived on Lucy to fill up a waterbottle for their Juniors, so after I filled it up, they gave us a ride to the other dock, and we walked up to the Boathouse to complain about the daggerboard to Brent. The first thing that I did when I was up there was to go upstairs to the washrooms, because the ones downstairs have not been cleaned more than once every couple weeks since Erin and I quit, to see what was in my eye. My vision had also been a little on the blurry side on the way up to the Boathouse, and when I touched my pupil to see if my contact was positioned right, I found out that it wasn't there at all. I then figured out that thing in my eye was my contact, all bunched up and stuck beneath my eyelid. I couldn't get it out, but my left eye is the better one, so I didn't care too much.

I went over to the RPSA office, and Brent showed us his new phone, because it had lots of pretty features, including forty television channels, one of them being twenty-four seven of girls prancing around in bikinis, which we watched for five minutes, with a hilarious commentary on Brent's part. Finally we remembered to tell him about the daggerboard, and we all went downstairs, so Brent could sand it down a bit. Greg and I had been been sitting around doing nothing for a while, when I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten lunch yet. Mikhael arrived then, straight from work, and with him brought a slurpee from Seven, so I drank part of it, then Greg and I went off to the ice cream shop to buy slurpees and cookies, while Mikhael took advantage of the shower feature upstairs.

We all hung out downstairs and talked, then Brent showed us how the daggerboard was warped, and put a new gel coat on the board.

Eventually the Sailors arrived, and after washing the Twins, Mikhael and I left and made our way to my house. The 701 that we were on suddenly decided to drop us off at the stop on the corner of Shaughnessy and Lougheed, so we had to wait for another bus, but I didn't really care, because I had spent most of my day not caring about things.

Mikhael is bad luck. I played Solitaire while he was here, so many games and I didn't win a single one. The second game that I played after I got home from taking him home and Erin to her apartment, I won.

We stopped at Dairy Queen on the way to Erin's apartment. Their soap smells bad.

Possible blog titles for today: Needs More Aardvark, Random Dead Badger, Garden Cheerios, That One I Can't Remember Because I Was Too Stupid To Write It Down And Greg Is Offline So I Can't Ask Him What It Was, Bikinis!, Can't Make It To Lunch: Stuck In Mud.

I'm going to bed now. This took me an hour to type.

Sheep

Yesterday was Erin's twentieth birthday, so I was dragged out of bed to be there when she opened her presents. The big thing that we gave her this year was a photo printer for her apartment, so she's quite happy about that.

Later we went to Vancouver and wandered around there; we went to Deluxe Junk, and the gay guys were there with their dog. The bag that Erin and I saw on Wednesday had been purchased, which was unfortunate. We saw two black dresses that we both liked very much, they were very simple and very cheap. My mom bought a rather expensive pin, however, so we didn't buy them.

We also went to Subway and The Games store in Gastown, and made fun of some of the games inside.

Eventually we made our way to English Bay, and found a place on the sand that was front and center, the only drawback being that we had to sit in front of a bunch of assholes from Surrey, the majority of them being drunk. One of them, the daughter of the guy who seemed the most intoxicated, she seemed about fourteen, yelled at them whenever they did anything stupid, and apologized to us whenever her father kicked sand onto our blankets. We bought cupcakes at Cupcakes and I impressed everyone with my ability to take one out of the container without having it fall apart or getting the icing everywhere.

The fireworks were good, and I filmed most of the finale.







After they were over we walked back to the van, but traffic was horrible, so we hung out in the park with the upside-down church until midnight, then we took the long way home through North Van.

This morning we walked to Bob's Brook, which is very picturesque, but it was much too hot. I wanted to go swimming, but I didn't have my bathing suit and there were people walking the trail.

Afterwards my mom and I went to Haney Place, because my phone has been acting up, and Adrien, the overly happy sales-person gave me a new battery to try. We browsed through a few different shops, and, ohmygod, I saw the prettiest dress, cream with brown trim, satin . . . I want it so bad. It was half off too, and the first one that I looked at was in my size, but my mom wouldn't even let me try it on. oh well, I wasn't meant to have nice things.

I want a cupcake.

Jordan and I are going to spend a night in Costco

Quote of the day:

"I lost my cell phone, and the Rocky Point Sailing phone, but we saved the Skittles, so it's alright. The coffee's gone, but . . . that's because I drank it *Smiles and does Brent Laugh* "
-Brent

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Today the Whitesailors went on a day trip and I went with them.

In the morning I put on sunscreen while everybody rigged, and we watched Max and Derpak rig a boat in five minutes to prove to the Bronzesailors that it could be done. I hung out with Matt because I did not want to be with Ana all day. He bought me an ice cream sandwich at Reed Point because he is that nice.

We got to beach the boats today, so everyone was able to eat on the beach. Michael and I sat on a rock and every few minutes walked down to the water and pulled the boats up, as the tide was coming in.

The way back was uneventful. When we got back to the dock the Bronzesailors were just leaving, so the Whitesailors had plenty of room, which was nice because the wind picked up right then. Matt jumped in a 420 and docked it by himself to show the Whitesailors how to do it because their docking was shitty, though I can't blame the Canto Kids because their boom fell off.

After that we did capsizing, and Ryan and I volunteered to be the examples. Bad idea. I really should stop volunteering to do stuff like this. Ana didn't want us to de-rig it first, which makes it harder, because with the sails up you are more likely to turtle the boat, which we did. And with two people about my size, and the top of the mast stuck in the mud, the boat is nearly impossible to un-turtle. Eventually Matt had to come out and help us by dry-capsizing, but by then I had gotten water in my left eye and couldn't see out of it.

After that we let the kids capsize, but they got to be in un-rigged boats with buoys tied to the top of the mast. Grrrrr.

A bit of happy news though: I got to drive Lucy onto her trailer. Most volunteers don't get that privilege, and Lucy is the hardest because her trailer floats and moves around. I even did a half decent job.

I got to sign people out, and I stayed there until everyone was signed out, which is rare for me. Mikhael showed up and his mom gave us a ride to his house, where we ate dinner, watched TV, and generally acted like little children, just because we could.

I'm dead tired now. Quite dead.

Boat Sex

Yesterday morning I played with paint thinner and Lucy. Lucy is very white now, and we have added at least a season or two to her life.

After that we picked up garbage, then Greg, Ryan and I took one of the twins over to Old Orchard to pick up Jimmy and the Juniors.

After lunch, Jimmy needed us to put a clue on the candlestick, as his Juniors are on a week-long treasure hunt. Greg and I booked it down to the dock because we don't like Ryan and didn't want him to come with us. Greg drove there and I drove back, because I wanted to practice my docking. Matt later told me that it was a good dock. I'm getting good at the whole u-turn thing.

Ana put me in a 420 with the Canto's, proving that she is both a racist and a bitch. Two of those kids understand English perfectly fine. Gladys's older brother just graduated from Moody and is a friend of Mao's. Ugh, whatabitch. I have to be nice to her too, or I'll never be hired at RPSA.

I left early, met Mikhael, and we sky trained it to Vancouver. At Waterfront we met up with Erin, and the three of us drank fraps and browsed through Deluxe Junk, Mintage and Dream. I have an awesomely awesome new shirt and Erin bought a Castro hat.

We went to the Old Spaghetti Factory, and, soon after we ordered our drinks, my parents arrived. We ate, then left, then spent half an hour walking to English Bay after parking under the AIBC. It didn't really matter how late Mikhael and I arrived, because Greg, Falacci and Garrett were there already, in the exact same place as last week. We hung out there for a couple hours until the fireworks started. I once again gave my camera to Falacci to play with, then sat back with my baby and watched the fireworks.

I was so tired after they were over. We walked back to the van, and I quickly fell asleep with my baby as my pillow. My parents dropped him off at his house and I fell asleep again. We finally got home at one, and I went straight to bed.

This morning my mom woke me up at six, but when I showed no sign of moving, she asked me if I wanted to sleep in and I grunted and gave her the thumbs up sign, then went back to sleep. I later found out that she went back to sleep as well. We all got up at around ten, and I left a while later with the intention of spending the afternoon at sailing, but instead met up with Mikhael and spent the afternoon at his house watching movies and his brother, who was showing off his awesome martial arts skills with pool noodles.

I watched So You Think You Can Dance when I got home. I want Travis to win. Knowing me though, he's not going to just because I like him.

Sleep now.

Today is Everybody Hates Max day

We got a new boat this morning, a 420. I helped to unload it. It's so pretty. We are also looking after a few new boats for the club at Jericho, one of them being a Nomad. I want a Nomad. It is fucking beautiful. Pictures are to follow in a couple days, but they don't do it justice. It is about seventeen feet long, five or six feet wide and is perfectly untouched. When we accidentally, barely scraped the bottom of the transom against the ramp, everyone there, minus the moving truck guys from Utah, were devastated.

After that we hid a couple messages-in-bottles for Jimmy's Junior's treasure hunt, then sat around until the end of lunch because we weren't needed. I forgot my lunch, but Rachel gave me some fries and a piece of fish because Pajo's recognized her and gave her extra.

After lunch I hung out with Matt and the Whitesailors. I like being in Salma with Matt because he's more interesting than Max, and he doesn't constantly talk about students and rules like Ana. He also doesn't make me drive.

I had to dock one of the boats because the Whitesailors suck, but that fifteen minutes of my life drastically improved when I got to the dock, because there were two seals on the dock, a mother and her pup. She was nursing it. Matt, Ana and I watched until Max drove over in Big Red and scared them into leaving.

Meanwhile, up at the Boathouse, Greg and Alexis smashed things. Greg took pictures. Pictures to follow.

After that, nothing interesting happened. This post is done.