Scriber

Now some say, everything we do in our lives, is written down, logged and put away. Most, or none, depending who your talking to (If any but we're going to pretend for the moment, we're all sane) might think that this theory is silly as who the hell would want to spent ones life writing down the nuances of human lives. Although it could end up being a script for a movie, as with looking at some movies, one would be hard pressed to get worse, It's still likely that it wouldn't be that appreciated by the population at large. The question of pay itself would also be raised. It can be either considered a valorous job as you’re an author and all, or a sucky one as you’re stuck with pencil cramps. I say this only because it is more amusing to imagine without computers.

More so, apparently no name Tylenol does wonders to fevers. Sure I had to go up on stage, become doomed and gloomed with the song, then, as if a gift from the side, I was able to leave in all post fashion. Perhaps once the night, or afternoon approaches I might become nervous. Then again, I'm thinking more it will be a feeling of bottomless dread as frankly, I rather not be up there at all. Now if only it would snow. For all or actually no one, as who reads this... I say snow meaning the whole flaked rain ordeal not the storms you see from head and shoulder shampoo commercials. That would be something completely different.


Until the next miserable ordeal,

Sheep on Vacation

Teeth...Check
Water...Check
Fed the cow...I don't own a cow...but sure Check

Right so ready for bed. Crawl in, as... well it is eleven, and unlike some people, I'm quite tired. Close my eyes, get ready for darkness Thenn I open them again. This goes on, for an hour and a half about. Have you ever had one of those nights when your dead tired, yet sleep is just always evading your grasp? I think most would agree it seriously sucks. Sure the worst is Christmas but then again, only odders can sleep through that night.


Stupid Santa and his roof walking. So much for the NASA designed quiet reindeer boots. actually on second thought, never mind about the reindeer boots. He might just get hooved and thrown off a roof if seen in them.


Then the day dawns, a new one at that. Finally indeed. The alarm clock is lovingly smashed to down and all is great. Sure you can scold yourself in a shower, boiling and such but when you think back to the morning umm. Okay Cripes its early. Don't quite remember. Sure I can talk about school but who the hell cares about that? Hey Stop that. I don't need those death glares, awaiting my approach to the next apple picking field trip. Besides, I swear to orange that that apple was rightfully mine. Argh I give up.

The rest is simple. Badminton, falling down on a cement floor amidst a lot of groaning and moaning, much like when reading this afterwards. Homework follows which is a drag, but also nice as only one more day to weekend. Which actually is a whole new story which I wont get into right this moment. So keeping all that in mind, I wish you all the best of luck with tonights sleep. Heres to hoping those sheep are energized.

Fine fine fine.

I will go ahead and make my first post.

Because someone *coughalexcough* is oh so very impatient.

And yes alex, i have decided to victimize you because i am superiour and hold all power over you. You better start sucking up.

What to say... well, this is what happens when James is home sick.

Be very afraid. No good can come from a blog as such.

and whatever he told you about us being able to be smart, ignore it. we're idiots. the end.

So anyway, i will end this lame pointless post which is only lame because i am being rushed. fool.

BOW TO YOUR FUTURE RULER.

Before i teleport you into a 5 meter distance from alex, which can prove to be deadly.

Formal Condolences

If you are reading this, which crazily enough you likely are, I feel I must make an apology upfront. If you came here looking for a normal experience, I'm sad to admit here is not the place where that will happen.

As my friend Alex posted the main intro, I'm freed from the responsibility of posting one of such. Now what exactly will be the point and future of this blog? Likely a place where we, as a bunch are free to brain leak whatever thoughts are cluttered around up there. (Yes as scary as that sounds, we are actually capable of thinking somewhat intelligent feasible thoughts at times.)

Well there you have it. Short sweet and emotional. Okay well maybe none of those but the point is I tried. Right?

Introductions

So I think it would be best for some introductions to go around. First of all I'm Alex, I live in St-Hilaire and I'm a member of the trio, consisting of James, Jeremie and myself. I go to school at Champlain College, and it is currently my 3rd semester. I've got the part time job going along at Metro, where I'm the sandwitch man (woot). As for a completly random piece of information, I had some homemade baked beans for supper tonight, so if I were you I'd watch out for the gas, and not allow any open flames or sparks within 5 meters of my person. James I already know a thing or two about you, but I'm looking forward to your random info, and Jelena I'm excited to meet your online personality.