...The flashbacks of what I remember play over and over...
January 09, 2003 | 6:04 p.m.

I haven't written anything in awhile and I wasn't really planning to. Alan, this one goes out to you.

So my mother decide to heat up some nachos in the microwave using "bad" cheese and ended up making our entire house have an overwhelmingly disgusting smell of feet. I was in the basement looking for Piebald tabs and I thought it was my feet that smelt. Nope. Just the cheese. I consider ourselves lucky to have so many different scented candles. I just risked my life by carrying one of those wax melting things down the stairs. At least now I get to smell spiced apple cider instead of feet.

So I decided that I'm going to buy a black acoustic guitar and be Michelle Branch. This plan was working well until I realized that the one I wanted (a Gibson) was about $1900 American. I can play All You Wanted at almost half speed. That's really good for me.

This is a picture that Alexis drew for me. (notice the black Michelle Branch-esque guitar)

Go here for an explanation of this. I refuse to mention the name of the boy with the MJ shirt.

Oh man, I feel really bad. This guy from Carleton University just called me to, hmm, actually I don't really know why they call. But anyway let me just outline the conversation:

Him: "Did you get the package we sent you (because we are dumb and never sent you one when everyone else got one, we were probably confused with the twin thing)"
Me: "Yes, I did"
Him: "Good, good. (Now let me be terribly invasive and ask:) What universities did you apply to?"
Me: "McGill, Queens, Western, Guelph, (OH MY GOD!!! I did not apply to Carleton. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth?) Toronto, and Ottawa. (No lying. Good.)
Him: "Oh, (note the disappointment in my voice) so you didn't apply to Carleton?"
Me: "Uhhh, they didn't have the course I wanted to take."
Him: "Have a good night." Click.

I feel bad but is it really my fault that no one wants to go to your university? No it is not.

That's all I really have to say right now.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...