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Update? Yes'sir.
Yeah I know I said I wasn't going to update until Emily gained
20lbs, but I lied. Don't pretend you aren't happy.
Not that this is going to be the best entry.
It's kinda lacking picture wise.
But whateves.
So flashback to summer, a boy and a girl decide, out of both hatred and
joy to have a bonfire. Hatred for the hours spent in the basement with Mr Weaver
and joy that they never had to speak another word of French ever again.
Kay.
And that was pretty much the end of every French note i have ever taken.
So the strike doesn't really have me that worried, but to keep
the parentals happy, I went into school yesterday to talk to Mr Carlow and
get some homework. Apparently the teachers on the picket line aren't so found
of those who cross it. Mr Carlow ( Read: the sweetest, nicest man alive) said
that their has been name calling and he fears that if the strike continues, there might
be physical alterations between teachers.
So to keep busy, Me and Emily have been stirring up some trouble on
some top secret mishes. I swear, camo, toques and aviators make any mission
authentic.
'Course we got some shots in the car
after a long night of blatently lying and
picking up a complete stranger and taking him to Denny's.
Seriously. Try and keep your hands off us.
Oh and I'll throw this one in for good measure:
They dug a pretty big hole in my yard.
Only like a month and a half till the Safeway Xmas party and me finally quitting.
I think I will probably be so overcome with joy that actual pant wetting will occur.
Working with the public has given me very little tolerance for stupid people.
Or some people in general for that matter.
But to the guy who returned condoms because they didn't fit him: You made my day.
EDIT: I found one more:
Oh and PS. Next you you see drunk preteen girls when you are out driving,
speed up and veer over to the side of the road like you are going to hit them.
If you are as lucky as me, a few of them may just jump a hedge to get out of the way.
Trust me, you won't be disappointed.
Ok, this is seriously the last thing: I am in Edmonton this weekend. Like a week ago there were pictures of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie walking around West Ed Mall. Am I the only one who freaks at the thought of seeing them?
....
Kay, so it is only me and my delusional fantasies. Nevermind.