Gotta Get This Log Out

Today, afte r many many hours of classes and practicum, after a low sleep, high activity, high energy, emotionally and spiritually draining north end girls retreat at LBE, I was talking to some girls from school and Cher said her practicum log for the week was 5 pages long. Jody said "That's a big log"
THAT'S A BIG LOG.
I tried not to giggle, but the smirk came and then I was laughing, Jody started laughing too, but I thought she thought I was laughing about how she accidentally hit me with her backpack when turning to get on the bus. So finally I calmed down enough to tell her about the whole canoe trip log thing. How we kept saying stuff about our logs (which was really a log book, that we wrote down every event and hilarity of the trip). Someone would usually say after we talked about the log book "Hey, does anyone else think about poo when you say log?"
Anyways, I warned the girls that they were going to think I was very immature when they heard why I was laughing so hard. It turned out that was what Jody was laughing at too. She said she hadn't meant to say it, but the second it came out of her mouth she regretted it.
We laughed some more about poo on the crowded bus.


On a side note: This will be my last post for quite some time, just guarding you against further disappointment of coming here and finding the same post

Dun da da daaa da da, dun daa da daaa... The Phantom of the Opera is here

YES. It was an awesome night last night, increasing in awesomeness when my "connections" enabled us to move from our 40$ seats to 100$ seats (although anyone could have done it, we just knew about it because I knew someone who was working and we were informed)

When I got home (after ditching Roz, Zeb and Tom, because it was a school night and none of you are in school). I burst into Mel's room (where she was peacefully studying) and gave a short and loud rendition of the show from what I could remember. It was very unwelcome. Though when I, amidst my flailing around the room, singing and "dancing," smacked my hand on her open closet door, she seemed more entertained by the performance. My hand hurt. She laughed hard.

Ummm... some people down the street decorated their yard for halloween by hanging up empty 4 L milk jugs that have permanent marker on them saying "boo" That's it, they're hanging from bushes and trees and everything.

Fall makes me feel artsy

I've written poetry, wanted to paint, dance, sing, write songs basically everytime I've walked outside.

My wardrobe for the last 5 days has basically included long flowy skirts and new boots for a few reasons, but we won't go into ALL of them. Today it was snowy, leafy and windy. I was wearing my long coat and this flowy skirt today and the wind would come in these huge drafts and twirl the bottom of the skirt where it sticks out from the coat. It was very girly and romantic to watch the skirt flow one way or then the other. I almost felt like starting to twirl with the wind and leaves. Until....

"BEER!!!" My lovely reverie is interupted and I look up and across Broadway and in his apartment window is an old man holding a can of beer and motioning and yelling for me to "come here" . I quickly looked away and walked a little faster, but glanced back to see him doing the same thing to another young woman. I begin to wonder what about me looks as if I would be enticed to wandering across a downtown street into a foreign apartment building, to the room of an old man wearing a wife beater, in order to share some of that large can of beer he's holding up. Because of the way I'm dressed I can't as easily be placed in the high school category as if I were wearing sneakers and jeans.

Anyways, I've noticed by this point that there are a lot of junior high and high school students walking by, from Gordon Bell and I get a little concerned because I've heard of junior high girls getting alcohol and drugs from older men and.... yeah. Conveniently I was on my way to Tim Hortons which is right by the Police Station. I reported him and they sent someone over.

In response to some earlier comments about people with perfect faces