Shock!

Yes, shock. The kind of shock that you get when you climb into the shower, turn on the water, and get a load of freezing water down your back. Why couldn't the last person who took a shower just lower the blasted switch? Anyway, I have reasons to be shocked. Why? Because today, many different things happened. First of all, I woke up at seven on a Saturday. SEVEN! Abnormal, it is. Because...my two youngest sisters were attending their last day of gymnastic classes. After I crawled out of bed, and went along sleepily munching my breakfast, my dad calls us all to see some photos of Mama and Peter. This was the first time I ever saw how they look like. Later, we all pile into the van and find ourselves at our destination...Some big gym building for students. The girls have their classes while I sit around half-asleep with three kids who "Want to climb wall!" (a big rock climbing facility in the gym. I would have liked to climbed it at well...). So I gave in to their wishes, helping them swing around merrily. I then attempted to do the same, and thought of making it to the top of the wall, but if I fell, I didn't want to die at the same time my sisters gymnastic classes where in full swing. ("UGH!! The end is near..." "Who thought of climbing that wall without full gear anyway!?") But I did manage to imitate Tarzan and Spiderman, except I added a personal touch and kicked myself in the face, and slammed into the wall a few times. People kept on entering the gym place until I felt claustrophobic. Classes and a mini-show done (interspersed with the kids' snickering comments to me, such as "Our gymnastics teachers is cute, no? *nudge*), we went out to eat breakfast at a restaurant. It was then I realized I was out for a longer period than usual (I prefer to hide in my house, so this was another first in a long time). At the restaurant I created my Smile Teddy characters, although someone ripped up my drawings (Hey, come on, the teddy with fangs was CUTE!). Marianne and her family left our house shortly after, I'm gonna miss those guys. We went to Parc Jacques Cartier, and I stood in the place that once graced a band of loony children and loudly singing adults, one who kept breaking his G string (guitar chord, you perv!). K.O.T. That camp was fun while it lasted. Coming home, another shock greets me (I'll keep THAT to myself). So...blah blah blah, a few hours pass, my cousin Pat arrives with his girlfriend (my cousin Betrand had arrived earlier), and then we call it a (strange) day. I find myself hugging teddy in the bunkbed of my former room, a perfect ending for a perfectly weird day.