A Nice View

It's amazing how many inquiries the statement "a nice view" got from my last blog. No, I haven't been oogling any goodies in the candy store. I just like listening to Kim (the caller beside me) harass Tyler and Darrel about their asthetically pleasingness. In my personal opinion...I've seen better looking *cough *cough.

Anyhow...
Is it possible to be born with a horseshoe up your a--? Because my mom thinks that I do. I always randomly win things and meet certain people at the most perfect times. It's just a random thought.

My opinion is that the wheel of fortune will turn and turn, and eventually I will fall off. Meh...luck runs out I guess.

I owe the world of bloggers an apology...

Well, first and foremost: if it wasn't for lauren emailing me and telling me something along the lines of "in the name of all that is holy, update your blog...you have like 21 comments on it!" Sorry for that folks. I'm back in the game. Nice conversations amongst yourselves though, btw.

So i rushed over to the blog page...and found out that what the blonde one spoke of was true. You guys are crazy. I'm so sorry for neglecting you. But at the same time I am hurt by Neal falsely telling me that I am his reason for living...when in truth, it is Leah. That boy.

Life is a complete gong show lately. Completely!

I have my classes registered for next year (and it's the timetable from hell).

My mom has decided that I am taking young drivers....end of story. All i have to say to her concerning that subject is:
"Maybe if you didn't sit in the backseat screaming your lungs out, I would be more comfortable behind the wheel!! Remember that operation we gave our little poodle to discontinue the use of his voicebox?? I've scheduled you for one."
So now, I don't know how I'm going to get to my classes on time in the fall. I have 7:30 am classes. Without a car, it's kind of difficult. The cherry on top of this ice cream sundae is that I get to drive the standard...and the jerk of a teacher refuses to teach me on anything but an automatic. What am I paying him for then? Rubbish. Absolute rubbish.

The good news: the hours at work are long...but the view is spectacular (wink wink). In case any of you don't know, I have the most ridiculous job ever invented. I call people on behalf of charitable organizations like MADD Canada, the Conservative party (*CHOKE!), Hemophilia society...etc, etc. Eleven hours a day...too many days a week. But like I said, the view is good!

You guys officially made my day...and I promise to pay more attention. Thanks goodness for good german girls like Lauren!

And Neal...You are my reason for living. Ask Lauren...she knows (don't give up my secrets, Lauren).

7:30 classes. What the hell were those people thinking?!!!