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So is it just me, or has the world gone batshit crazy over the past few days?
I dropped my ipod in a toilet (I'm hoping Carl can help me out, because he works at an Apple store. Maybe this means he can wave magic wands and make things better?),
apparently he told my parents he used to have a thing for me (bit out of no where),
Chris, Norman, Sandy, Isabelle, Nathan, Tony, Lachi, and Rick arrived, all from different areas of the country, all in the middle of the night,
I had the two-hour customer from hell (she'd rave about how incredible my drawing was, but I still had to redraw it, because it wasn't bloody PERFECT),
I swear something happened on Sunday, but I can't remember what it was,
after eating fast food on Christmas Eve, a car FLEW OFF THE FREEWAY (through the metal guardrail and a chainlink fence) onto the street I was on and proceeded to do a 360, landing perpendicular to the road (it was an impressive accident, I swerved into a nearby car park to talk to run over and call emergency services),
Dorian locked his keys in his car and at two thirty am, I had to drive out to Joel's house and unlock his door for him,
then texted Eric,
noticed a car on the side of the road that had also been in an accident (and a very bent stop sign),
and hung out with Eric for the rest of the night, drove around for an hour and a half before we found an open place to eat,
and noticed that a major intersection was blocked off by police vehicles.
I think that was it.
Happy Christmas
I dropped my ipod in a toilet (I'm hoping Carl can help me out, because he works at an Apple store. Maybe this means he can wave magic wands and make things better?),
apparently he told my parents he used to have a thing for me (bit out of no where),
Chris, Norman, Sandy, Isabelle, Nathan, Tony, Lachi, and Rick arrived, all from different areas of the country, all in the middle of the night,
I had the two-hour customer from hell (she'd rave about how incredible my drawing was, but I still had to redraw it, because it wasn't bloody PERFECT),
I swear something happened on Sunday, but I can't remember what it was,
after eating fast food on Christmas Eve, a car FLEW OFF THE FREEWAY (through the metal guardrail and a chainlink fence) onto the street I was on and proceeded to do a 360, landing perpendicular to the road (it was an impressive accident, I swerved into a nearby car park to talk to run over and call emergency services),
Dorian locked his keys in his car and at two thirty am, I had to drive out to Joel's house and unlock his door for him,
then texted Eric,
noticed a car on the side of the road that had also been in an accident (and a very bent stop sign),
and hung out with Eric for the rest of the night, drove around for an hour and a half before we found an open place to eat,
and noticed that a major intersection was blocked off by police vehicles.
I think that was it.
Happy Christmas