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Ola kids. Guess what, guess what, guess what? I got a laptop today and therefore, I have returned from my internet absence. Even when I do go back to Canada on the 31st.
SOOOO you know what that means, my seemingly never-ending rambles are BACK! Except my dear friend Grace informed me that we no longer use LiveJournal, but use MySpace instead. So therefore, I will most likely be rambling to noone. Unless I'm bored one day and decide to start with the whole my space thingy. My dear friend Ashley keeps telling me I should because apparently she has all this online drama and I'm missing it. Although her non online life is quite dull (NOT MY WORDS, HERS!!!).
I'm getting a little bit chlostrophobic in Georgia, staying with my parents. Although its a quite cushy existence, I'm bored, and I have NOONE to go out with. Well except for my parents and their friends. WHICH is fine once in a while, but lets not overdose on that. OR if I wanted to go out with their weird next door neighbours. They're my age, but as I told my mother when I first met them "Gee, aren't these people the epitomy of class and not to mention, SO well read" NOT, they're pretty much trailer trash... In a very expensive neighbourhood. The girl's husband pats me on the back and says:
Patrick-the-freaky-neighbour: (insert hillbilly accent: Yo, we're going to see Young Jeezy, y'all should come.
Me: (insert my snobby Montreal accent) Well, Patrick, as appealing as that sounds, I think I'll pass, but thanks.
I think he's slightly too dense to note the tone of sarcasm uttered in every word of that sentence.
SO, basically, I'm excited to get home. Although I still live with that schtim. And schtim is a compliment. Ashley and I actually decided that because his 1996 Accord is gold, that implies that he is a low-life. Most of you are going to squint and re-read that sentence thinking that it doesn't make sense, here is our theory.
SCHTIMS (evil, mean men) drive silver cars. This has been proven time and time again. Sheldon's Land Rover, Ashley's ex schtim's Audi A4, Charlie Bitton's silver Porsche and the list goes on. Most of the time, you'll see them driving like maniacs, cutting people off, while glued to their cellphones, while screaming. And you just know "this guy's poor girlfriend or wife... she must be sick of being cheated on, or being yelled at, etc etc"
I guess you get my jist of the schtim theory. Observe, people, observe.
Anywho, I give up for now, I'm tired.
SOOOO you know what that means, my seemingly never-ending rambles are BACK! Except my dear friend Grace informed me that we no longer use LiveJournal, but use MySpace instead. So therefore, I will most likely be rambling to noone. Unless I'm bored one day and decide to start with the whole my space thingy. My dear friend Ashley keeps telling me I should because apparently she has all this online drama and I'm missing it. Although her non online life is quite dull (NOT MY WORDS, HERS!!!).
I'm getting a little bit chlostrophobic in Georgia, staying with my parents. Although its a quite cushy existence, I'm bored, and I have NOONE to go out with. Well except for my parents and their friends. WHICH is fine once in a while, but lets not overdose on that. OR if I wanted to go out with their weird next door neighbours. They're my age, but as I told my mother when I first met them "Gee, aren't these people the epitomy of class and not to mention, SO well read" NOT, they're pretty much trailer trash... In a very expensive neighbourhood. The girl's husband pats me on the back and says:
Patrick-the-freaky-neighbour: (insert hillbilly accent: Yo, we're going to see Young Jeezy, y'all should come.
Me: (insert my snobby Montreal accent) Well, Patrick, as appealing as that sounds, I think I'll pass, but thanks.
I think he's slightly too dense to note the tone of sarcasm uttered in every word of that sentence.
SO, basically, I'm excited to get home. Although I still live with that schtim. And schtim is a compliment. Ashley and I actually decided that because his 1996 Accord is gold, that implies that he is a low-life. Most of you are going to squint and re-read that sentence thinking that it doesn't make sense, here is our theory.
SCHTIMS (evil, mean men) drive silver cars. This has been proven time and time again. Sheldon's Land Rover, Ashley's ex schtim's Audi A4, Charlie Bitton's silver Porsche and the list goes on. Most of the time, you'll see them driving like maniacs, cutting people off, while glued to their cellphones, while screaming. And you just know "this guy's poor girlfriend or wife... she must be sick of being cheated on, or being yelled at, etc etc"
I guess you get my jist of the schtim theory. Observe, people, observe.
Anywho, I give up for now, I'm tired.