Oh So Rummy

My blog has been getting monotonous lately. I’ve gone over to the Staats’ house almost every day this week or something (at least I think so, though I’ve lost track of what day it is). Last night, I was just enjoying a nice time at home (bored to death), when I was very rudely interrupted by a phone call from Melissa. She said that I should come over. I figured, “What the heck? I might as well. I’m bored out of my mind right now.” I went downstairs and asked for the car, telling my parents where I was headed. My mom was just like, “Why do you like that house so much?” I told her it was because stuff actually happened there. All my parents do is read the news, argue about work, and watch westerns on TV. It’s not exactly the most exciting. And they wonder why I spend so much time on the computer talking to my friends.

So anyways, I headed over to the Staats’ house and soon got involved in a game of Rummy-o with the three Staats sisters. I had no clue how to play the game, and they had the most horribly screwed up way of explaining it, so it took me about half the game to actually understand how to play. They were trying to convince me that 11 plus 12 plus 13 equaled 30, and I was trying to think up which law of mathematics they had to break to make…Continue Reading

Beaches and Fireworks

Oh my! Jeff missed a day?! How could this be? My life was so meaningless without his daily input of wonderful storytelling and gripping insight! I’ll never be the same again! I’m scarred forever!

The past week has been hectic. That’s the only word to describe it. But seeing as I’ve already told what has happened for most of that week, all that’s left is to talk about Thursday night and yesterday. Don’t worry; I’ll try to make it interesting. On Thursday morning, Jeff called me and told me that “his party on Friday was a go” and also told me to come to volleyball that night at Central. So that night, I went. We waited for more people (otherwise known as the Staats) to come, and the guy in charge – I don’t know his name – wandered around the church trying to find a net and volleyball. I think CBA took their net back and stuff, because he couldn’t find one anywhere. So, after waiting there for a while, he finally gave up and told us that we couldn’t do it. So we decided to do something else. We all headed outside and tried to figure out what to do – without much success.

It must have been half an hour to an hour that we stood outside. People were in two or three groups talking to each other. It was pretty boring. I just stood around generally acting like an idiot (what else is new?). Then Jeff…Continue Reading

Job Hunting

I’m tired. It’s strange how job hunting is so tiring, even though you really don’t do much. The entire day, I’ve basically been working on resumes and such. In the morning, I was printing out cover letters and resumes and putting them in envelopes. Then I figured out which places I was going to and in which order. Then, in the afternoon, I took the car and drove around the city, basically going in a big loop. I headed down Brantwood, turned right onto Lynden Rd. and stopped at the Tim Horton’s there, then continued down to Future Shop. After that, I turned left on Wayne Gretzky Parkway and crossed the parking lot into Super A Video, then crossed West St. to the Tim Horton’s on the other side of the road. After that, I headed to Williams (who I know are hiring), and then went back to Wayne Gretzky again and travelled all the way down to Colborne St. I turned right and headed to Jumbo Video, then kept going down to Brant Ave. and then onto St. Paul, which turns into King George Rd. While on that road, I stopped in at Rogers Video, Blockbuster, and Tim Horton’s. I continued down King George until I got to Wal-Mart, and dropped off my final resume there. Then I headed down Powerline and home. It was like a massive loop, and I was proud of how smoothly it went considering my horrible directional skills. I was thinking I was going…Continue Reading

Movies, Morals, and Means of Employment

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Gather ’round children, and let me tell you a story. Yes, that’s right, it’s story time. I’m going to tell you the story of last night (okay, that kind of ruined the excitement, now, didn’t it?). As I sit here sipping on my hot chocolate in the BCC mug that I got for graduation – the one that has the Aaron Award on it – I’ll just reflect a bit on the capers and exploits of last night.

It all started when Angelie and I were talking on MSN. We were both bored, so she suggested that we should get together with people and do something. She had to go to the graduation of Kristy’s brother, but afterwards, she said that both of them could hang out. So that basically left the job of figuring out what to do and who to do it with up to me. She told me just to phone the Staats, since “once you have the Staats, you have everyone.” So that’s what I did. I asked for Melissa at first, since I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and tell her about the waiver form for Wonderland at the same time as telling her to get people to hang out. However, she wasn’t home. So I talked to Josh instead and told him the situation. He said that Jeff was already there just hanging out, so people could come to their house. Then he said what I was hoping he’d say…Continue Reading

Parties and Pictures (and Percy)

Well, let me just tell you a bit about last night. I headed over to Erica’s house with two hamburger patties in a freezer bag. Everyone was supposed to bring their own meat for a barbecue. I was the first one there, and since Erica apparently doesn’t know how to barbecue, I got the job. I must say, my hamburgers were amazing. They were some of the best ones I’ve ever tasted – and that’s saying a lot, considering I am a connoisseur of sorts when it comes to hamburgers.

Anyways, it was a pretty fun night. When everyone had showed up, we basically sat around and ate, or jumped on the trampoline, or played a bit of soccer in their backyard. I mostly just did the first thing – sat around and ate, plus talked, although I did play some soccer with Becky. I’m pretty sure I won that. We just went back and forth, trying to get by each other to the other end of the yard. While we were doing that, Melissa and Kristin got ahold of my camera and took 26 pictures of themselves in different strange places. I have a feeling they took more though, and just deleted the bad ones. Well, the worst ones, that is. They have pictures of themselves knocking on the front door, ones with them standing by a garden gnome, and other such “amazing” pictures. The pictures Angelie and I took were much better, although I suppose I can tolerate…Continue Reading

Soccer and Cold-Blooded Murder

I’m not sure what kind of mood I’m in today. It’s sort of the type of mood you get when you have a really bad headache – only without the headache. It’s a combination of slight happiness, tiredness, and disappointment. Why, you ask? I’m not completely sure why, but I’ll try explaining it as best as I can.

It was a pretty normal day today for me; I went to church in the morning, and then came home and had lunch. I didn’t get as much sleep as I’d like to have gotten, which is where I suppose the tiredness came from, so I was just a little…subdued, I guess could be a good word. Then I got on MSN, and Angelie asked me if I wanted to head over to Long Point with a bunch of people from Central. I wanted to go, but I really didn’t want to drive. I’ve been driving everywhere lately, and it’s getting boring. But after talking with her for a little bit, I realized that they needed drivers. So I went upstairs and asked my dad if I could take the car to Long Point. His exact words: “No.” I asked why not, and he said, “It’s too far.” I said something like “It’s not that far,” and his response was, “It’s almost as far as Windsor.” I said no it wasn’t (since Long Point is only about 1 1/3 the distance to Port Dover; I looked it up on a map), and…Continue Reading

Port Dooooover

I’m sure none of you would be able to live another day without hearing the dramatic recapturing of last night’s trip to Port Dover. It would be like living the rest of your life without seeing the sunlight, like traveling a thousand miles only to find out that what you’re looking for isn’t there. These similes really have no point of comparison, but I decided to put them in anyways, to make this paragraph seem more poignant (I would tell you to look “poignant” up if you didn’t know what it meant, but I suppose since it could mean either “physically painful” or “profoundly moving,” I should explain that the second definition fits best in this situation).

It all started with me getting directions to Port Dover. I looked it up on Google Maps (because that thing rocks MapQuest like nothing else) and then wrote it down on a piece of paper, since I’d never remember it otherwise. I had told Angelie and Jordan what time I would pick them up at, and then Steph called from Melissa’s house and said that she (Melissa, not Steph, since she was on the phone with me) had just gotten into the shower and wouldn’t be ready for about half an hour. So I told Angelie the new time that I’d pick them up, and muttered something under my breath about stupid people taking a long time to just get ready.

I drove over and picked up Angelie and Jordan, then headed back…Continue Reading