Super Agents

Today was one of those days where you figure you've woken up on the wrong side of the bed and dread the rest of the day. I was supposed to try for my license today because my mother said she had the day off. Seeming as she said day i took that answer as the FULL day. Apparantly not. She worked at three, so i didn't get to try for my L. A bit dissapointed i checked my message inbox and realized someone from Camosun called me back saying that we had to mail in our Criminal Record Checks, this has been an ongoing problem since the letter we were relayed tells us to both, send in the CRC to Camosun the first day and they would send it in, then at the bottom of the letter it says you have to have a copy of a completed CRC the day you start. Huh, confusing. So i had to run to the bank in the sun and mail that off quickly as i could because it takes 2 weeks to process. I came home to study a bit more and then found Addie bored online so i decided to ask her to hang out. We went to the beach and i painted her tonails sparkly...then missed and got some nail polish on her toe and thought oh what the hell, I'll paint all her toes! We walked down to Serious Coffee and had ourselves some...i dunno, dinner? And proceeded our adventures around Sidney We ran into one of my older close friends and we talked for a little bit then started to head home. Adventures started to pick up on the way back when we decided to fold Yoga panflits onto airplanes and throw them down fifth street, that was runied after a car ran ofer it...then we found green spkiey objects on trees. We questioned the edibility of these objects, since we figured they were hard we pitched them down Fifth street also and stepping on them to get them open. They smelled like peaches...but we decided not to eat them becuase that would be gross. Instead we found blackberries and tried to pick them, of course with clumsiness combined we were only minorly successful. Walking farther along the road we found a walking stick, cool. I kept it. Then we found a for free box, we wrapped all the stuff in the free box around the stick, including pipe cleaners, leighs, bracelets,wallets etc. It started to look like a horse and came in very handy for whacking blackberry bushes. We came across plum trees by Louise's and i molested her cat. I heard a "hi shannon" from behind a bush and i ran giggling like a little kid down the road half out of fear and half out of ammusement back down the road. We ended up at Karens and Addie and I decided that we would try and be Super Agents (yes that is one of our past times)to try and see if there was a cop in the cop car where Karen's neighbor lives. So we snuck out the door humming the "Super Agents theme" I hit a tree, she tripped, then i stepped on a plant and it crunched. Then i stepped on Addies foot and she sprayed me in the eye with the hose. At this point i decided that it had turned into a lovely day. I eneded up coming home a while ago, smile on my face and very happy. Anyway, i just thought i would share my adventures. I'm hungry now, peace.

Birthday Bear, Cheese, and Machettes.

This post is dedicated to Birthday Bear, the cerial killer.
Two nights ago a friend and i brought up how she took her stuffed animal Birthday Bear everywhere, since we were gone for 3 days she decided it was an accomplishment that she hadn't taken this bear with her. Somehow the topic of cerial killers came up and we decided that this bear could be one of them because of his glass beady eyes. Since we were on tons of sugar and it was late we made up a profile for birthday bear.

Birthday Bear is a cerial killer with beady glass eyes, he wears a scarf with cheese prints on it and does karate in his free time making noises like "pheaooo" "kachooww"
He drives around an ice cream truck, instead of the regular music, the truck plays a song called "everything is better with cheese and a machette" Once little kids are tricked by the so called "ice cream truck" and come up to the window, birthday bear grabs them and pulls them through the window and slices them with a machette.

Never ever ever put Jenni and Shannon in the same bed after Jenni has had Dr. Pepper. Ever.

In case you are wondering why there is so much cheese involved in this its because everyhting is better with cheese. <3

To a sick ol' friend.

I wish i didn't have to see you like that. Its one thing to have a friend get wheeled into the ER, but when you feel like you have no one else to lean on its one of the hardest and most terrifying experiences i've had. As i frantically ran around packing your stuff thousands of images rushed through my head. The day i first met you, just after you got out of the hospital. The times i dragged you out to the field at school, all the times you let me break down and cry on your shoulder and the reassurance that everything was going to work out. I wished that i could say the same to you. I know i couldn't promise it though so i continued to say "i know" over and over again.



I remembered the times we went to the peir to feed the ducks throwing bread over the side of the peir and watching them fight. We always had to go back and get more bread. The time where you only had to use one leg to pin me to the ground and i had a bump on my head for weeks. Overall, how you had made me a stronger person. Now you were the weak one. The one saying you might as well just die. It made me angry but i guess when you are in that much pain you ha ve a reason to say what you say even though some times you dont mean it. I didn't cry a tear, i felt bad. I thought i should be sympathetic and i was, i think i looked worried but there were no tears. For the first time in my life i think i was calm and somehow i held myself together against my odds. I'm worried. I dont have someone i can talk to and it feels like you are a thousand miles away and i dont have a way of getting there. Thought i would let you know, you're grandparents are awesome, and dispite waiting in that small white room trying not to drift into sleep i was happy that you were getting better care than i could give you. Theres only so much a wet cloth on your forehead and tylonol can do. I know right now you are probably sleeping in a smelly white room with tubes in your arms and i know you hate it. But thry told me you would me home soon and who knows? Maybe i'll bring you some of that chocolate you really like...and maybe do your dishes. Remember how you said you needed to find a reason to live? I think that you help others, even when you are in pain you don't show it. Thats strength and its admirable.
Anyway. I hope you get better soon so you can kick my ass in brawl or punch me in the arm. Maybe even tell a sarcastic joke or two. One of the Hellen Keller ones.
I know that you never go on this site anymore, but just in case i thought i might give you some words. Get better fast, because its no fun being stuck in beds with IV's taped to your arms.