A Series Of Unfortunate Events 8:21 PM

I went over to visit my happy little friend, Vince, for two days. Hence my excuse for not coming up with earlier posts. But you don't mind, do you? *hopeful face* We spent the time eating, reading God's good word (Kids Mop), watching a video (Shrek 2, an excellent piece of spoof and irony), playing Playstation, and hanging out in the snow. We were found mostly outside in the snow, on the niCe little skating rink in front of their house. I exercised my sweet ability of making people laugh through getting into all sorts of predicaments. I got my butt kicked in a simple snow fight with Vince, tripped and landed on my head in the snow. Then I went to the park and somehow picked the right swing that, whenever I swung my weight around, would respond with a loving pinch. *ouch* Then I excitedly decided to take on a fearsome jump down a slope. But instead of hitting breakneck speed and getting my adrenaline fix, the three-ski (that's how Vince called it) just slugged down the hill, went up the jump a little, then landed on top of me. A couple and their two kids found that amusing. *cheesy grin* Walking back to Vince's crib, I was being gawked at by a few teenage girls. I didn't know I was THAT loud and annoying... Later that night we went out to skate, and I accquired a few bruises and a sore posterior. I forget how many times I fell. Then we met a dog called Smokey. It pulled Vince around the rink, but being that it was a racist dog, refused to pull me. I finally sweet-talked it into taking me around, but it had other plans. It pulled me a bit, then shot straight towards Vince, failing to notice my yelps of terror. I hit a snow embankment and landed face-down on the snow. Somewhere in the far recess of my foggy mind, I heard giggling and laughter. I looked up too see the teenage girls who were gawking at me earlier. *cringe* That's life. I later got into a conversation with said girls, although my limited french called for a translator (one of the girls knew english, she was helpful). They thought it was awesome that I came here from Mexico (phhtt, Canadians...). They also found the fact that I'm homeschooled cool, as the translator put it, "F*** you, I'd love to be homeschooled!". I love my life. *cheesy grin* The rest of that night went on in my usual clumsy manner. My butt still hurts. My legs do too. But it was all good and niCe. And I take this opportunity to yell hoarsely, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!".

Republish 9:22 PM

One thing I noticed with most Blogger users...If you have a fast internet connection, then I suggest republishing your entire blog. For example, down on the archives links:

October 2004

November 2004

If you click on the October archives, the November archive link will not appear, if you hadn't republished your blog yet. I don't mean you should republish every time you post something. I'm just basically talking about republishing when changes are made to the template. All this to say, republish. It seems like most bloggers I know have begun blogging around October and November. The time I started blogging. *grin* We did a cute little show for the elderly today. Claire and her kids came along, and David (the very cute little son of Claire) stole our audience. No fair. But the old people like us. They say we sing like angels. I'm flattered.

Ochlophobia 11:31 PM

Well now, not ALL this is about ochlophobia... First, we had another Christmas party, this time with relatives that came from Quebec. They stayed for two days. Claire and Miguel and their kids arrived too. It was cool. Then my aunt had to go shopping, and she decided to bring me along, since the purchase involved electronics (no, I'm not a genius, but it seems like people here rely on me for the technical stuff). Since it's Boxing Day, the mall was bustling with human life forms. It was then I realized just how ochlophobic I am. The noise and bustle irritates me. I was glad to get out and breathe again.

copycat...
niCe

still rappin'
niCe

yo
niCe

rapping "Do or Die Life"
niCe