Blog City... here I come.
So, this is a blog....Wow... having seen Briana's MSN name for a while now, I kind of got inspired to do this. I am listening to Bright Eyes and writing on a blog... never, ever have I felt more emo than this exact moment. What am I supposed to write in these things?
I went to Ikea today, which is always a pleasing adventure. Except for the time I went with Liz, to get tea candles, for some economics project she had to do. That was a negative on the good times at Ikea. It was hardcore busy, and really confusing, and just not right. Today however, I got a lot of crap, the most pleasing purchases have to be my yellow lamp and a mat that is shaped like a snail. Hopefully once I get these, and my new furniture set up in my room tomorrow, Streetsville will finally feel like home.
Speaking, of Streetsville. This place is weird. It kinda killed my desire to go out all the time. Never have I been content to just sit at home and do nothing. It must be in the water. And everyone drives so SLOW here. Ten under the speed limit seems to be the acceptable pace, for Streetsvillians. I am a menace on the road, with my sweet '95 Caravan, tunes a blasting, actually driving the speed limit and *gasp* going OVER it sometimes. Really, who would think that I would miss the armpit that is Brampton, but oh how I do. I really am suffering from some severe separation anxiety from Brampton. I drove through Brampton today, and really, it felt like it had been years since I was there.
All in all this has been a satisfying day: I had more money in the bank than expected, got my computer from the crazy asians at ITTC, went to Ikea, and spent some quality time with Hudson watching Napoleon Dynamite. Hudson is for sure the coolest guinea pig ever. Re-reading what I just wrote, proves my earlier point that Streetsville is demonic, and ruins people.
Song you should totally listen to: Changing Your Demeanour - The Cheiftans
posted by passionflake @ 2:25 AM
1 Comments:
Kudos for sweet blog action. I want to see some crazy Bell stories on here that I love, like calling Allison and her laughy friends cunts.
PS - Tell Liz and Irene I say SHMELLO SEXY LADIES!
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