I really should do things with my summers. Apparently, sitting around rotting is depressing. People yell at me more for being useless. I wish Killarney wasn't renovating its pool. Watermania seems way too far to travel to find a swimming pool. I could go to YMCA, but I don't have a membership. My brother is the only reason I've stepped foot ( Read more... )

( longest hour of my life )

I'm cold. The basement is freezing. Always. And. And. And... Well, I really have nothing to do. And my appetite's gone away. How pathetically sad. It really is rather cold. Someone throw me an imaginary blanket. Or I could just go leech some warmth off of my brother ( Read more... )

I counted 114 people wearing poppies at Metrotown today. No joke. I actually counted them. Boredom does things to you ( Read more... )