An intresting Friday.

My day was interesting today.

I fell down the bus stairs for the second time in three days, managing not to cut or bruise anything. Not very much else happened in the morning, but there was a basketball game in the afternoon, initiating the only time I will ever skip school. It's practically tradition at this point among Sam, Katie A. and I.

We had no idea how to kill time uptown, so we were going back to school, but decided to go back to the library. On the way there, we encountered Shantel, Cory, Brenden and James (when James is without Katie, he falls back as the cheerful guy everybody enjoyed hanging out with last year.) They were going to the museum and since admission is free this month, we joined them.

I never realized it was possible to have such a kick ass time at a museum. Especially one I've practically memorized. I found it especially funny when Sam, James and Brenden we're standing by the Bricklin (a New Brunswick made sports car) staring in awe and plotting how to take it in the event of a zombie apocalypse. There was a moment where every one paused and James, staring intently at the car, filled the silence with,"Guys, I think I'm a little turned on right now." I appreciate 'Pre-Katie era' James. 

Sam and I explored the art section for a while, until we found some benches in a random secluded corner and everyone hung out there for a while.We had a group hug, which somehow resulted in Cory caressing pretty much everybody else's leg while aiming for Shantel.

One snowball fight later, we ended up back at school just as an ambulance arrived. Since we weren't suppose to be outside, we walked through the doors by the boiler room and into the cafeteria, right by the entrance the ambulance went to. Apparently a guy was swimming and had a panic attack, causing him to begin drowning. But at this point, we had only heard the words "drowning", the guy's name, and "pool" tossed around.

Then came the slowest five minutes of my life. The tension was really high in the cafeteria, since only a few people, most of who knew the guy, were sitting there, waiting to hear anything. We saw him being wheeled into the ambulance, conscious, and I felt the tension rise from the room. He was okay, and I felt so much better, even though I don't know him.

Now we're in for 10-20 cm of snow and down to -10 degrees on top of the 5-10 cm of snow and rain that has already fallen. Tomorrow, the world will practically be a skating rink.
Love,
-J-

And because your day needs a little more musical ridiculousness: 

Julian Smith- Racist coffee