Finally getting this updating stuff started

So this is my attempt at starting to post entries again. It may fail; I may have become just too busy with school, skating, "work," and my darling better half. He was actually pretty sneaky and bought us David Usher tickets for Saturday which floored me. For those that don't know David Usher is my absolute favourtie singer. I don't care if people don't like him, they're not me and I do. He's just so...nummy. Anthony and I have made an agreement that I can leave him for David Usher (who's married and like 35...not that that's stopped me before, the AGE thing) and he can leave me for Tegan and/or Sara (who are lesbians.) Anyway so he sneakily bought us tickets after being all "you know they're probably sold out by now, like we should have bought them forever ago," and me being "oh...you're probably right :(." And it was awesome-fest of awesome-ness.

RANDOM thing happened. Gabriel, Mexican Gabriel friend of exboyfriend Juan, THE Mexican; emailed me today. He's moved to Vancouver and was wondering where I lived, like if it was close or something. Fair enough question, I wouldn't know where random things are in Mexico, well I know a bit, but like it's a fair question. He MOVED here. I caught him online (we barely talk online because I hate it when things get back to Juan that I haven't told him myself) and he's going to work for a friend and live here and doesn't talk to Juan anymore because they're not friends. Weird trippy conversation of weirdness. I just...like...wow as if he MOVED here. Just up and left and everything. Juan wouldn't even visit because he had the money to buy a ridiculously expensive motorcycle (which he crashed SEVERAL times and had to pay to get repaired) and didn't have the money to get a ticket to come here, hell which we would have probably helped him with. Anyway so that was my last ten minutes.

I cute my hair again. This is always a momentous occasion because I greatly enjoy looking pretty with my oh-so stylish hair.

Right I also went to Owen Sound for Thanksgiving, ha and Boggner, ever heard of it? No? Because it's the middle of no where. Anthony's family lives in Owen Sound and his dad in Boggner. We traveled Friday which was hilarious in a in a "I can't believe all this crap," way. We showed up an hour ahead of time and the line was to the other side of the station, they started loading an hour late and we were the first to get on the fourth bus, after that they started loading school buses. The couple in front of us was stupidly loud. Like I understand that Anthony and I speak louder than the average person at times, we just...talk loudly sometimes and don't notice. But this girl was stupidly loud AND talked about the most absurd things; it took everything in me not to strangle her from behind. Then there was the (lol) "stock broker" that sat beside us. He started pretty suave, being very nice to the pretty girl beside him (go figure) but as the bus started going he whipped out some papers and rolled three massive joints and talking about how he hates fat people, Portuguese and calls black people niggers because that's the way he talks even though he's not racist and if people don't like him they can fuck off. He struck up conversation with everyone around him and asked the poor girl sitting beside him (who I chatted with when he got off at...that place before Toronto) if she wanted to get frisky in the back of the bus. Ew no. Saturday we went to dinner with Anthony's mom and grandma which was awesome. I had such a good time with them, we watched like family videos and everything, they were awesome. Sunday Anthony's dad picked us up and drove us to his house in the middle of no where. It was...not bad? His step mom’s a little...abrupt for me and his dad barely said two words. They drove us to the bus station for the 9 o'clock bus and we got home at about 2AM. I of course didn't sleep on the bus because they were showing movies and I just don't have the will power not to watch them. "Riding in cars with Boys," and "The Prince of Egypt." Riding in cars with boys made me want to murder. I hate people who look at parenting as a burden. No child asked to be born; they're gifts from God and should be treated as such. Violent murder. It wasn't a BAD movie; I just...hated the main character.

Now its Wednesday morning I'm a little sleepy so I'll go to bed.

Also I know a certain someone with a baby's going to read this at some point. I noticed she had a new display pictures of that certain babykins. Sharing pictures is a happy idea when sleeping is over *...hint hint...*