I managed to clear my bed enough to sit without being on a suitcase.
Yesterday, I looked through my dad's senior yearbook. In his grad write up, it said he was most likely to become a monk, and he bequeathed his physics textbook and English teacher to his best friend.
An amusing add just came on for hot dogs. I quote: "Made with 100% ground beef. No ducks, giraffes or penguins. These are hot dogs, not Noah's ark."
I seriously have no idea what's going on in this country, or anywhere, really. I'm watching the news, and I had no idea about the G20 stuff this weekend. How didn't I find out about this? Well, other than when it was briefly mentioned in church. I used to watch the news all the time, and I just haven't had a lot of time to watch it this year. I'm a strange teenager who likes watching the news. I like to be informed about... everything, really.
Oh, and now the news is onto the Queen's visit to Halifax. And Stephen Harper is there with his plastic hair. The Queen's umbrella totally matches her dress.
And now Russian spies. Sweet I had no idea stuff like that actually happened.
Sorry about the commentary about the news. I'm tired. And bored. And feel like writing stuff down.
See ya, world.
-J-
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