Scotland the Brave

So, I just returned home from a weekend at the Gaelic College in Cape Breton. Great experience.
Everything Scottish is awesome. Think about it. Its true.

One Valentine's Day

I usually don't like this holiday because it is one holiday that has a catch. It has strings attached. In order to be older than about 12 and celebrate Valentine's Day you must be in a relationship. Well the last few years I have just mostly sat at home and felt sorry for myself on this particular day of the year, but this year it was great! Valentine's of 2009 was my favourite in my memory. It was on a Saturday, and I got to sleep in which is something I rarely do. Then my mum made me brunch, which was kind of her. Then my sister and I made Valentine's Cards, and we went to a local Senior's Residence to give them out and we played Trivial Pursuit with some elderly ladies. They were pretty forgetful, but they knew some answers like the capital of New Brunswick (Fredericton) and Napoleon's last name (Bonaparte). It was Trivial Pursuit Jr. There was a little girl also spending Valentine's Day with the seniors, and she made me a card. It turned out to be the only card I got, which is kind of funny, but it was a very sweet card with a poem (roses are red...). After we went to the Senior's Home, we went to Tim Horton's. My town has like seven Tim Horton's and it is pretty much impossible to get from "A" to "B" without passing one. So we got French Vanillas, the love of my life. I was also with my wonderful sister and Mum. Then we went to a local second-hand store which has all kinds of clothes and stuff. It is probably my favourite store ever. When I go to college, I will miss this store for sure. And I went there on Valentine's Day! And I got two tops! Just so y'all know. That night, we stayed at home and ate pizza (its not delivery...). And did I mention that throughout the entire day, it was lightly snowing in the perfect fluffy way? Well, it was, and it was perfect. That evening, we watched a movie called Fireproof. It is a really low budget film, made by a church in like Georgia or something, but is really good. Anyway, last night I went to bed feeling a peace and contentness that I haven't felt in ages. And I thought, if someday I can find someone who makes me feel like that, I will stay with them forever.

February 14

Happy Valentine's Day! :)

Dog River Senior's Beat

POTLUCK SUCKS!

This is no Joke

Saw this movie at Zellers today. The back read something like 'we put the hip in worship'

Quote from the Perks of Being a Wallflower

"I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't."

my favourite is the hummingbird one...

The Worst Analogies
Ever Written in a High School Essay

from http://c4vct.com/kym/humor/analog.htm

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They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.