Summer Doesn't Exist in Canada

Here it is, the end of August, and I am drinking hot chocolate out of a mug sporting the slogan "Let it Snow! - C'est l'Hiver!" (which, if you have any knowledge of French, you will know that the two don't actually mean the same thing) and leafing through the Sears Wishbook, which arrived this morning.

I only wish I were kidding.

I Feel Like Posting Again

For some reason, I am feeling really normal today. Not in a "normal for Lor" type way, but in a "regular average person" type way. I must be ill.

Anyway, I was just wandering around on the blogger bit of the google forums (which I don't contribute to, I just like to stalk), and I came across this:

My friend is also a "teen blogger" she's 16.
You can find her here : www.neonsquirrel.blogspot.com
I warn you she's a bit insane, but hilarious :) 

 This was posted by TheGinge, and it kind of just made my entire day. It warms my heart when people call me insane (and hilarious)!

Here are some old people and a fire hydrant. And such. I don't feel like explaining my reasoning behind posting this because... I don't have any. I just had a random moment. So ignore the bit above where I said I was feeling normal. I obviously didn't know what I was talking about.

EDIT: I felt really bad for Lonely Herbert after Ginge's impulse gerbil got a friend, so I created George Harrison. Its nice to be able to say I created George Harrison.

Sometimes I Like to be Adventurous

Yesterday, I met a bear. I fought it and won.

Then I met a fish. We really hit it off.

Next, I got up close and personal with a goose. I think he is very photogenic.

And I stalked someone’s dog. I actually took about a dozen photos of this dog. I think its ADORABLE.

I love being outside!

First Time Around, I Forgot a Title

GUESS WHAT! Lots of things, that is what!

First of all, The Ginge and I have decided that we are moving to London, England after we graduate College/ University. We are going to get a flat and live there together for a couple years. I'm super excited about this! Even though we won't be leaving for 6 years. But I can wait; I'm patient. HA! Yeah right.

Second, I just had poptarts. They were awesome.

Thirdly, OH MY GOSH! CHECK OUT THE LINK IN MY SIDEBAR! Sorry, lots of capitals. And you shouldn't actually check it out for a week, because nothing will be happening until then. But I will also give you a link here, just in case. Double Take is the name of mine and The Ginge's new blog, and it is basically going to be awesome. Really... creative. So on Sunday August 22nd, 2010, you should check it out. And then check it out every week beyond that, forever and ever.

That is all, my darlings. Stay tuned.........


EDIT: I totally lied. I didn't mean to, but The Ginge changed her mind on me. So you should actually check Double Take out on WEDNESDAY August 18th, 2010. So you can pretty much just start checking it out almost pretty much right away. <3

I Hate Mornings

Today, I had my second interview at Walmart. So I had to wake up really early. And get clean. So I rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn (okay, it was 9am), grabbed some towels, turned on the warm water and the radio, and hopped into the shower. Although, I did not actually hop, because that sounds dangerous and I would probably kill myself if I attempted it.

Anyway, after sudsing up my hair, I went to rinse it out. So I stood under the water and started rinsing. Then I did a dumb thing. I opened my eyes. Of course, as soon as the shampoo entered my eyes, I sneezed. And sneezed. And sneezed. And sneezed. Again and again and again. I must have sneezed twenty times.

My eyes, not having been rinsed out, started to protest. They did this by catching on fire. Okay, not really, but that’s what it felt like. So I rubbed them. This caused the mascara I was too dumb to remove before getting in the shower to attack my eyes as well.

At this point, I resigned myself to sitting in the tub, half under the stream of water, sneezing, listening to Sheryl Crow, and making funny faces in a pathetic attempt at trying to make the pain go away.

Just so you are aware, that is indeed Scarlett Johansson.

I am going to ask my mum to pick me up some L’Oreal Kids shampoo as soon as possible.

Eventually, everything was okay and I was on my way to Walmart. I got there, I sat down, I took out the identification they had asked me to bring, and the manager started talking to me.

Manager: Blah blah blah BACKGROUND CHECK blah blah blah SINCE YOU ARE 18+ blah blah blah!

Me: NO! I AM 16! SIIIXXXTEEEEEEEN!!!

Manager: Oh. Sorry, we have wasted your time this morning because SIXTEEN YEAR OLDS DON’T NEED BACKGROUND CHECKS! We’ll call you about a third interview soon. Goodbye.

And do you know what the worst part of the whole morning was? I had put on a pair of really ugly pants for nothing.