A TIRE hit her in the face

Good news, they've finally updated my bloge count from 335 (which is aparentally the amount of posts I had.... last October) to 449, which means that this is my 450th post! Hoorah! I'm almost near the 500 mark. I have had this little slice of internet for over two years now, and everyday is just a lost of useless mumbo jumbo, eh?

This is the third morning in a row that I've had to get up way too early for me. I'm being forced to go to mass (see guys, I go to mass sometimes besides Christmas and Easter) con madre, but it's really not that bad, because it's this nice outdoor mass, and much easier to distract myself during.

So yesterday epitomized a proper summer's evening. I pulled out of my driveway to go get Colleen to go to the fastivel d'arte, and my tire was flat. Completely flat. It looked as though someone had rammed a knife into the side of it. Well, that put a bit of a stop to my day, so I had to call Colleen and tell her I had no idea when I'd be set free. Fortunately, the neighbours changed it to the spare in no time. Unfortunately, Colleen didn't believe me that I had a flat tire, so she angrily texted me and told me not to call. So after driving around for a bit looking for a place with a new tire (with no luck, alas) mum gave up and was like, "go". So I went.

First to the beach. I met many a people, none of whose names I am going to take the time to remember and type right now, and we hung out on this quaint little rock in the middle of Lake Erie (you know, give or take a few miles) until the sun threatened to beat us senseless, and we took refuge under a tree. Then the sand monsters rose up from hell and chased us (we got bored) and we went to Applebee's. Yeah I know- this was at like 5.... I don't think I've ever been there any earlier than 10 besides that one time where we went too early for it to be open or when we went after football ages and ages ago.

Second, I stopped at Barnes and Noble for Rathna's grad present (yeah I know, I suck) and then went to her party. It was a blast- we played volleyball (a sport that I never exactly considered my forte) and it was great fun. Plus there was all this super delicious Indian food there... and the cake... oo, the cake.. straberries...frosting...soooo delicious.

Thirdly, I was bored for a while and had some downtime before going to Denny's. So I decided visiting poor, grounded Elizabeth would be a good idea. Turns out it wasn't. But she had me park in Kevin's driveway, and then we walked down the street to get Gabrielle so we could take her to the Leimkhuler's to babysit some rabbit. (demon creatures) Lala, so we're walking abck down the street, when Elizabeth's dad pulls out of their driveway, and I go barreling towards some people's bushes and throw myself flat down in them (by now my jeans are already covered in grass stains from volleyball, sand from the beach, and black gunk from the tire) to hide. Yeah, Mr. hazel happens to not be an idiot- he saw my car in Kevin's driveway.

So we went to the Liemkhuler's, and looked around their GINORMOUS MONDO HUGE house. We sat there kind of contemplating if we could go in it, just to look around, because everyone knows it's got like everything in it and we just wanted to see it. The alarm system said (literally) that it was disarmed, but we couldn't decide if they would have like a quasi-alarm system, to lure intruders into a false sense of security. In the end, we just left. It was somewhat anti-climatic.

Thus, we headed back to Elizabeth's house, where we drew on the driveway with chalk and ate gummies and whatnot. Then Mr. Hazel comes home, so I dart through her backyard to Kevin's (charred with holes) trampoline.

oops, I had to go to mass. It is now 1:00, or also known as 3.5 hours after I started this.

Anyway so we sat on the trampoline, and I called Elizabeth, and she said not to leave until her dad was in the house. So we sat there for a little, but we couldn't tell if her dad was there or not, so I just chanced it and went to leave, but he was still in the driveway, talking to Mr. Stellato. So I hurled myself back to his backyard and called Elizabeth, and she was like, screw it, just leave. So I was like, "okay, kevin, I'll give you a ride down the street" (they were all at the Dunlaps... I love being tight with Elizabeth's neighbourhood, which is like ten miles away from my own) so we pulled out of the driveway, and Misters Hazel and Stellato just stared at us as we drove down his driveway, cracking up, because it's one of thsoe things that are only funny if you're there. Then I sped onward to Denny's. (Mr. Hazel never ended up mentioning it to Liz... he just asked if that was my car in Kevin's driveway, and she said yes, and he dropped it, so whatever, we're clear)

Anyway, at Denny's I met Joanne and then Dan and Jeff and we sat there at a table for eight because Joanne and I didn't know how many people were showing up. We were supposed to be playing cards, but we just sort of sat there and chatted, which is always fun. Joanne had to leave early though, because she's a dork and is going to Vegas (well she went... at like 7am this morning) and had to get up early for her flight. So we sat there talking for some more, and then I came home.

Now mother's taking me shoe shopping, for her though, but no doubt I will end up buying several pairs of shoes. I love shoes. Such a girly fetish. Hehe. Then later I have a softball game, which I can finally actually play in! \/\/007! (dorky leet speak) I'm quite excited for that.

Erg, my room is humid and gross. I jsut took a shower because I got root beer all over me. Long story.

I love kettle corn, yum yum yum.