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Oh my God, I'm freaked out.

My brother heard a crash and someone yelling help, so we ran outside because my mom knows first aid. Just up the street (as in less than a block a way) we found a man and his two small children. An SUV had hit their tiny car and just drove off! The man is bleeding from his head, and his son is covered in his blood, and are majorly in shock. They're just silent. One man had a First-Aid kit in his car, and another called 9-1-1. Luckily there is a Fire Station just up the block by the 7-11, so a fire truck rushed up straight away. Aparently the kids' mom is at the elementary school, so someone has gone to get her. We left because we obviously don't want to be in the way. But oh my God, there was blood everywhere. Way worse than when there was a guy bleeding from his ears at Victoria Park station. And it's all over the road and everything.

So... yeah, that's just what happened.

What kind of asshole would just leave after swiping a car with two small kids off the road!?!

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Just a quickie before I jet off to my day of doing nothing.

New template, obviously, featuring Pam (Jenna Fischer) and Jim (John Krasinski) from the US version of "The Office" (aka, my favourite show).

Just to celebrate the new season.

I AM SO EXCITEDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!

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Um. Yup. I'm making jelly. Right now the juice is 'extracting.' Sure. Whatever.

I'm also watching The Office. Like a Marathon. Excellent. Yes.

OH and I have pictures!


These are my apples. They are being boiled. They smell quite good. Until I burned the bottom of the pot. Then the smelled like appley smoke. So do I.


This is a pic of me and Jim Halpert (aka the gorgey John Krasinski) looking adoringly into each others eyes.


This is Spice, enjoying a nice day of laying around.

On a sad note, I would like to extend my condolences to anyone who was injured in the terrible shooting at Dawson College in Montreal. And to their families. It's shocking, it really is. When did Canada become so screwed up?

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A few weeks ago I was watching 'Tyra,' because I love Tyra, and there was a guy that, before he had plastic surgery to look like Brad Pitt, said he was so ugly, e would shower in the dark. To which, I wondered "WTF?"

So, today, as in 15 minutes ago, in a fit of researchness, and because I needed a shower, I gave it a go.

Firstly, after having turned off the lights, I had difficulty actually finding the shower. Luckily, I'd thought ahead to turn on the water, so my sense of hearing was at work, and navigated me safely to my destination. After I had got used to my surroundings, and had found the radio, my eyes started to adjust a bit. However, this freaked me out, because it made the shadows move, which was just scary. However, once my eyes adjusted, I realized the light under the door was quite helpful to allow me to see, if only a tiny bit. I fret to imagine what may have happened had I become scientific and in need of a shower in the late evening.

I found my shampoo and conditioner and soap easily- they were in their same exact spots as when I shower with the lights on, fascinating! My face wash was a more difficult problem, because someone had moved it. After feeling around a bit, and knocking a heavy bottle of shaving gel on my foot- ouch, I might add, I located it, and used it with swift efficiency.

After that, I took some time to reflect on my experiment. I decided against shaving my legs, because I am prone to injuring myself when everything is illuminated. I definately didn't want to risk slicing open my jugular or anything, by attempting to work sharp razors. Then Christina Aguilera "Aint No Other Man," came on the radio (before there had only been advertisements), so I had a quick dance, which was alright. Except then Nick Lachey came on, and you know how emotional he is lately- it was beginning to make my shower too emo. So, I turned him off (sorry Nick), and manoeuvred my way out of the shower without slipping or walking into out glass shower door.

When all is done, it wasn't a bad experience, although I wouldn't recommend it. For those who don't want to see themselves when they shower, I would suggest they take down the mirror some idiot must have left in there.

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It's something I never thought I'd say. But, alas, Andre Agassi made me cry with this speech after losing the US Open- his 21st US Open!



I'm also joining a hecka lot of fanlistings like I used to. It's kind of fun, and now you can see that I become obsessed with things quite often!

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Over 8 hours at a till in Lumber on Labour Day may just be what drives me over the edge. That is, if I ever have to do it again, because I obviously survived today. It was insane. The first hour I had about 5 customers, but after that the shoppers went crazy.

Whenever I'm at Lumber, about 3 times as many people ask me how to pronounce my name. Is it a coincidence, or are there just that many more people staring at my chest?

And to top it all off, it was SO BUSY, I didn't get to leave until 20 after 4. Torture. I looked forward to 4 all day, only to be at work even longer. Ah well, perhaps it will result in a sort of delayed gratification. As in, thank God I don't have to be back there until 10.30 Wednesday morning!

Anyway, I'm exhausted, and reliving the horror isn't exactly helpful.

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I'm just at the library downtown, testing what my life will be like in a few months. I.E. Hunting down 1) a library and 2) a computer. I almost resorted to the Teen Zone filtered computers, but the librarian was kind of hovering over me, so I thought better of it, and journied downstairs (or, the escalator- heart pumping the entire time because I am, thanks to Stu of Invading Holland, petrified of being swallowed by the damn thing), looked through the music history section with my mom, and then got a computer next to my dad on a fluke. Typical.

Anyway, that's all I wanted to point out- that I will be working very hard to communicate.

Also, I forgot to put a ticker up when I made me new layout. Ah well, I'll do it later.

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