Today didn’t go exactly as planned. Instead of spending some time doing Christmas shopping, I spent most of the day at the police office. And no, I didn’t try to steal my Christmas presents.
Before I went out shopping, I had to stop and get a few things that my mom needed from the grocery store. So I drove over to Zehrs and attempted to park in a parking spot. However, because the Taurus is somewhat of a larger car, this is significantly harder to do. I found a parking spot that had cars on both sides of it, and I turned to get into it. However, I turned too sharply and scraped up the rear left bumper of a parked car beside me. There are now scrapes on the side of my car and the other car. I went into Zehrs with my mind racing at about a zillion miles per hour to figure out what to do. Part of me wanted to just drive away and pretend it never happened. But when I looked at the damage on the car, I knew that it wasn’t exactly going to be easy to explain a mysterious scratch to my parents. So I got the stuff I needed to and went back to my car. When I opened up the car door, an old guy stopped me and said, “I hope you’re not planning to go anywhere.” I said, “Nope, I was just putting my stuff inside,” which I proceeded to…Continue Reading
Well, I’ve got a long day of Christmas shopping ahead of me. Ugh, I hate this time of year as much as I love it.
Now don’t get me wrong; I love Christmas. I just hate Christmas shopping. And it’s not the fact that I have to spend money or that I don’t like getting people presents. I like that. It’s the one time of the year that I actually enjoy spending money without having a guilty conscience, because I know I’m buying it for others (well, except for The Used CD I bought…but whatever). I love the awesome time you can have giving presents to others, and the pleasant satisfaction of knowing you found the right present as the smile sneaks onto their face. That’s just awesome.
No, what I hate about Christmas is the actual act of shopping. It’s one thing to think up the perfect present to get someone. It’s a completely different thing to go out there and get that present. It’s especially bad at this time of year when the malls and stores are packed full of everyone doing their last-minute Christmas shopping. I’ve got to do the rest of mine all today, so I’m going to try and avoid the malls and stuff as much as possible. The busiest store I’ll go into will likely be Wal-mart, just because it’s unavoidable. You have to go to Wal-mart to do your shopping.
I still have to get some presents for my Dad, as well as…Continue Reading
Today’s been an alright day. I got to sleep in, which felt so good because I haven’t had enough sleep in so long. I still didn’t really get enough, but for some reason I can’t sleep well anymore. I haven’t slept peacefully for an entire night in months. I always wake up during the night. I’m not quite sure whether it’s the light – either from my window with the streetlight strategically placed right outside my window at night and the sun during the day, or from my clock (seriously, it’s pretty bright) – or because my bed’s uncomfortable.
Perhaps I sound like I’m complaining, but I’m just trying to find a way to have a good, restful sleep. I’ve tried putting a shirt or blanket over my clock, which helps somewhat, but also means I can’t see the time. That’s not too much of a problem if I’m asleep, but when I wake up I can’t see how long I have left to sleep. I’ve tried hanging a blanket from my curtain rods to cover up more light coming in from around the edges, which also helped a bit, but also caused my curtains to fall down a couple times during the night, waking me up and making me get up in the night to fix them or else have even more light coming in than before.
As for my bed, I can never get quite comfortable. There’s some sort of ridge in the centre of my bed –…Continue Reading
There’s nothing quite like the first day of Christmas holidays. I suppose it technically hasn’t even started yet, since it’s the weekend, but I don’t care. The only thing that would be comparable would be the day of the last exam in June, as soon as you hand it in to the teacher. That moment is just thrilling. But Christmas holidays give us school-goers a badly needed break before the onslaught of exams in January.
I mean, don’t get me wrong; I’ve never had any problem with exams. They’re just tests on steroids, that with a bit of creative thinking can be easily conquered. The key is not knowing the stuff; the real key to doing well on exams is finding out what the teacher gives marks for. Some teachers are strict on only marking actual knowledge – those are the hardest exams. Others give marks if you “seem to know what you’re talking about” – those exams are a piece of cake. Even if you only remember one thing about the entire subject, these types of teachers love it if you try and make logical conclusions from that one fact. I’ve winged (wung?) entire essays from knowing only one piece of information. I just take that and follow through with what that implies about the rest of the course. It’s great. Free, easy marks.
But anyways, that’s enough about exams. Christmas holidays are the last refuge before having to think about them. A teacher’s favourite phrase in January is…Continue Reading
Well today was pretty crazy as well. We had our gift exchange – I gave a king-size Mr. Big bar, a pack of chocolate Clodhoppers, and a pack of Jolly Ranchers to Aaron, and I got the sweetest present ever from Zac. It’s a shirt that says “The Ham” on the front with a picture of a slab of ham. Being our band name, it’s like the greatest thing ever. Everyone seemed to think it was stupid, but I wore it with pride.
(Update: I decided to wash it cause Zac told me it needed to be washed in cold water by itself the first time….and half the picture split off. 🙁 That’s just a shame…I’m going to have to get him to make me another one.)
After the gift exchange, we headed out to Syl Apps Arena and skated for a while, and then played broomball. Basically you have brooms which are like straw brooms only with a shorter handle and the floppy part of the straw cut off. It’s just like a stub, and some aren’t even brooms, they have rubber on the end instead. Anyways, it’s like hockey without skates, and using a big ball instead of a puck. It’s hilariously fun because you go sliding everywhere and can’t stop. I think the score was 3-2 for the other team; I scored one of the 2 goals and also made a couple good saves when I was in net. Valerie showed up but apparently Vince didn’t come.…Continue Reading
Last night’s BCC Christmas party was crazy. Everyone except for I think three people went over to the school and then got in our Baker-mobile van and headed up to Steph’s house. The snow was bad in some spots, so it took us a while to get there, but eventually we did and unloaded all our food. It was amazing. There were chips, brownies, fudge, cookies, pretzels, and so much more – you name it, and we’d likely have had it there. We even had pepperettes, courtesy of Carl’s Meat Shop in Burford, thanks to Zac who works there.
So after a while of eating, we all got bored and said, “Let’s go out and have a snowball fight!” Some people didn’t like that idea since they didn’t bring gloves, but fortunately, where there’s a will, there’s a way; or at least where there’s a giant mound of gloves in Steph’s house, there’s a way. Since the Smith’s have several children (5 at last count anyway), they have lots of gloves. I put on a nice pair of pink mitts with little wierd speckles on them. Very cool. So we went outside and threw snowballs at each other. For the most part it was guys against girls and the guys completely kicked the girls’ collective butts. Some of them just started throwing cheap shots by just running forward until they were like right beside you and then whipping the snowball at your head. That was just pathetic. I made sure…Continue Reading
Wow. That was…interesting. Hah, it was great. The Burford Santa Claus Parade was arguably a success! Let me tell you all about the night.
My parents drove Jordan and me down to Zac’s house along with our guitars and amps. We got there and put the stuff into the back of Zac’s truck (which has no tailgate for some strange reason, so we were kind of worried it would just fall out while we were driving, but oh well – it all arrived safely in the end). It took a little bit for Zac’s dad to round up the couple kids that were going along as well. We sat in the car in this order: Zac’s dad driving, Jordan on the passenger side, and Zac and his sister sitting in the part where the back seats should be. Zac’s brother sat in the back of the truck with the amps and stuff; there were some strange-looking seats back there. I was in the middle of the truck in the front – and it’s a manual. So here I am, sitting in the middle with the stick-shift in between my legs and hoping Mr. Baker grabs the right stick. For those that didn’t get that, don’t worry about it.
Anyways, we drove to the float and were quite late – the parade started at 5, and when we got there it was about 4:55. We parked in a school parking lot and then had to run with our amps and guitars…Continue Reading