A soldier was on his way home from a war, and when he passed a small town, he went to a pay phone and called his parents...

Son: "Hi mom! Its me...I am on my way home."
Mom: "Oh my god! You can't believe how long I've waited for this, I'll get your father to pick up on the other phone, wait."
Dad: "Hello?"
Son: "Hi, dad... I'm coming home now."
Dad: "Oh, son! We've missed you."
Son: "Yeah, I know, but I just want you guys to know, there's this friend I want to bring home with me."
Mom: "Of course! We would love to meet your friend."
Son: "I would like him to live with us. He's lost an arm and leg in the war."
Dad: "I'm very sorry, I'm sure we could arrange a place for him to stay in the city."
Son: "No, I would like him to stay with us, at our house."
Mom: "But, sweetheart, he's handicapped, think of the inconveniences he would bring to our lives."
Dad: "I'm sure he's very important to you, but I think we have our days go on with, and he may cause a lot of problems. I would not know what to do with a man without a leg and an arm."

Son: "Surely we could find a way around the inconveniences?"
Mom: "We have our lives to live, son."
Dad: "I'm sorry."

 

And with that, the son hung up, and they didn't get a call from him again.
A week later, they recieved a phone call from the police in another city.
A man had jumped off a building. The police found identification on the body, and asked the parents to fly over and confirm it to be their son.
They went.
And it was their son.
But he had only one arm, and one leg.

 

 

Windows Live Messenger or whatever the crap new name it has for MSN is SO ANNOYING!

The latest annoying thing it is doing is making all the font black and plain.

I can pick my font and it is fine while I am typing it, but as soon as I hit enter and it goes up into the chat screen box, it turns black and plain.
I can't see other people's font either.
It just magically goes wrong when it is sent.

It is like that only on my laptop.
It's hard to tell who says what, and I've uninstalled and reinstalled it.
Same.

Please help me.

 

 

 

Had some cough medicine and even though I just woke up, I feel so drowsy...
I'm packing my stuff and doing laundry and organizing the boxes while I'm fighting the sleepiness...
Damn cough medicines.
When I move around I feel like I'm swinging in a swirl of fog.

I guess when I get to Abby and unpack I will see some of my underwear packed into the kitchenware box.

 

 

 

Still packing here and there...
Everything's a bit of a chaotic mess, due to the fact that I am packing for myself, but so is my mom.

 

This has resulted in MY assortment of things to bring being in bags upstairs organized into shirts, pants and skirts, underwear and PJs, jewelery, bathroom stuff, stationary, kitchen stuff, and misc... with labled boxes.

My mom's assortment of things for me to bring are grouped into Things Annie Should Bring, and More Things Annie Should Bring, organized into boxes in the garage where she SEALED them so I can't go over them.

*Slap forehead*

On top of that my cold is still bad and I've lost my voice and can't scream "No!" to her everytime she yells "I'm putting this into your boxes!"... which I secretly suspect she's learned and is taking advantage of.

 

Also, my mom is being motherly and boiling this chinese fruit thing mixed with ginger that makes your coughing go away, but I am pretending I am fine because it tastes bad.

Kids sleep with their parents when they are sick, but I prefer to sleep on my own recently because my mom has started learning this Chang2 Shen1 Xue2, where they stick one hand on the sick person's head and the other hand where they are hurting and basically try to send them energy and heal it for a while.
At first it made me laugh.

But then I actually got sick.

It is bad enough that you are coughing a lot and trying to sleep, but then on top of that, I can see the dark spot of my mom's hovering hand through my eyelids, and her hand by my throat is like, waver-ish and keeps brushing against me.

It doesn't work.

 

Nyquil and Robitussin both taste really bad.
REALLY bad.
 

I went shopping today, bought a pair of runners and a shirt, bras and underwear.

Boxing week for the win.

 

 

I have the keys for my apartment!
Moving in next week  XD

Rawr!

Packed lots of stuff already...
Vair excited...

Nina's hamster is at my house, she's gone away to vacation.

Her hamster is a boy. My hammie is a girl.

Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk, she did ballet... what more can I say?
He wanted her, she'd never tell, secretly she wanted him as well-

 

But I've been told to keep them apart.

Boo.

 

Why?
Love is in the air... err.. the corner of my living room.

 

Nina's hammie is kinda cute too.
I'm contemplating telling Nina that he died, and then I'd get to keep him.
But then she'd probably want the cage back for her next hamster, in which case I'd have to buy another cage for her hammie.

 

Yeah, so, people who care about me and may mail me things, I obviously will have a new address, so ask me for it.

RAWR!

 

 

 

Where should I begin?

 

Ummmmmm.... let's see... how about...

 

THE HALLWAYS REEKED OF SMOKE THE PAINT PEELED OFF THE WALLS THE BLINDS WERE BREAKING APART THE HEATING PIPES WERE CONSIDERED PART OF THE WALL THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS PAVEMENT THE BALCONIES WERE FILLED WITH GARBAGE AND ALL METAL IN SIGHT WAS RUSTING!!!

 

... So, I was looking at the apartments in Abby.

 

One of the renters were pretty funny, his solo conversation went something like this:
"So! This is it! There's a lady next door... with a couple of dogs... might be loud I suppose, oops the mat is drenched with water, don't worry, I'll just dump that out... this door might need to be fixed, kinda falling off there, and well, these blinds, oh I think... oh, this peice lying here might be part of the blinds too, might need to replace that... okay, and, so this is the place, there's people who keep stalking up and down this alley at night, and right around the back is the juvenile jail centre... yup. And this goes for $635 a month."

 

Farhad and I walked back across the parking lot laughing.

 

So we looked at 5 or 6 apartments I think, it was quite hilarious.
Farhad was like "I could tell you were losing it, cause you were just quiet and shocked all day, but when the lady finally showed us the shower stall in the middle of the living room with no walls, you were like 'OKAY! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH! THANK YOU! THANKS!' and going out the door"...

So then halfway through, When we saw this white building with clean walls, nice trees and no garbage or bums hanging around, my brain was like "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god"... and then a DECENTLY dressed guy walks up to us and opens the door ON ITS HINDGES and we walk into a DECORATED LOBBY with NO PEELING PAINT and DIDN'T SMELL, and I was like "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and then we went up the QUIET elevator with NO DENTS OR KNIFE MARKS inside of it, and into a SPACIOUS hallway with NO scorch marks on the walls and into a CLEAN, NICE SMELLING, BRIGHT apartment with NEW carpet, I was like "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" inside. Next I notice that all the closets have bars SET UP for hangers, the drawers were DUST FREE, and the kitchen was ORGANIZED. After, when the guy smiles politely, and shows us the laundry room which they have on EVERY floor, and then very nicely escorted us back downstairs and said goodbye afterward... I was SOLD SOLD SOLD!

But then since we already made appointments we went and looked at another apartment with nail marks on the walls and the peephole dug out of the door leaving a hole and swingy, rusting balconies, and another apartment with brown carpet that started off white or beige and smelled like a dynamite went off 30 seconds ago, across the street from a bankruptcy declarant agency.

 

 

Abbotsford.

I looked online, and I have two local newspapers.

Farhad is nicely doing a lot of the work for me.
Half the apartments are gone by the time we call them..

And the rest need to be filtered for prostitution and baby pot growing areas.
What does one have to do to find a place to rent?

I would do almost anyth-..... well, except learning to burp the alphabet...
That's just disGUSting, like sometimes when I see people do it, it's like... oh my GOD... where are your manners, no body really wants to hear your... well... okay, it is kind of funny, once I get past the whole ewww factor... and it's a rather cool thing to say is your talent, and you can do it just to annoy your friends who do think it is completely gross... and... hmm.. actually, it's not so bad, is it?

 

I still have to find a day where my busy busy mom can drive out the way out to Abby with me to look at the places, and the Christmas and New Year holidays are coming so fast the people will be too busy to let us come see the apartments.

 

Then, if the above happens without causing my nerves to split apart, I need to actually pack my stuff, move there and unpack and settle in before school starts.
On top of which, I still have to undo the fact in which my dad is under the impression that Abbotsford is an unpopulated terrain of nothingness where no human could possibly be interested in occupying, and thus the monthly rent should be about five dollars.

I've picked my courses but two of them are almost full and I have to hope that when I go register for them tomorrow there will still be spots.

 

 

Lol @ Erica's confusion in the comments for Moving On post...
Apparently updating a post once something else has occured results in suspected mental illness.

 

I feel Darren's growing resentment towards me with each passing day.

 

It was pretty disappointing.
They pretty much ruined the story.
It's like, what plot? Oh no, it's okay, we won't follow a plot, we'll just do random boring scenes and pretend it is the story.

Yey.

 

On the other hand, things are going well for the moving out issue.

Got accepted to UCFV, picked my courses, looking at apartments for rent...

Darren still hates me, because I still have not worked on my novel yet.

 

 

Browsing online for some places to live in Abbotsford.
Maybe this will turn out to be a good thing.
Living out sounds like fun.

 

However, Darren hates me more than ever.
"Annie, get to work on my life! I have been holding this spoonful of soup in the air for 9 months!"
"Well, I was in a writer's block. Kind of... not wanting to write, you know?"
"I dont care, work on the novel, now!"
"Sigh..."

I called my dad to tell him about me moving out, and as soon as I said "Hi Dad!", he said to me "There's something I have to tell you! There's a new movie out! I think you'll like it, it's about Dragon Riders!"

And right away I felt like parents really try hard to make their kids happy.
Like, my dad doesn't give a crap about Fantasy or Dragons, but he walks by a poster or hears it on the radio and he puts it into his mind to tell me, and he knew everything about the movie. He was trying to tell me about the plot until I said "Dad, is the movie called Eragon? I own the book. And the sequel. And I'm watching the movie tomorrow."

And then he goes "Oh. Yeah. It's that one."

 

I must write him cards and letters when he is away to tell him I care about him.

 

 

I'm missing someone important.

 

After three days and two nights out, I am home!
I only spent today shopping, although I meant to spend two days shopping, but I'm already tired enough, so it's all good.

I bought a pair of jeans, a shirt, boots, a ring.... and I think that's it.

I come home and my hammie is sitting there, looking all cute and adorable...
And miserable.

I figured it was because his cage was dirty.
And so was he.

I felt so bad. I went out for days of fun while he was home, miserable and dirty.
His fur was like, all stuck together due to the sweet things my mom keeps feeding him.

So I changed into my PJs, tied up my hair, and washed his cage.
It is currently clean, sitting in a sink full of hot soapy water to debacterialize.
In a few minutes I'm gonna go rinse it, dry it, set it up, and put lots and lots of wood shavings in it.
Then wash my hammie, dry him, put him back in his home, and litter the cage with rose petals to make him feel better.
Like an apology for being a mean mean owner.

This is probably a boring entry.

Sumimasen.

 

 

I don't care if they talk big or pretend to know what is going on.
When they say:
"I'm just stateing my openion"

I lack the sense of awe towards them.
And if there was any awe, it'd be at their incredible spelling.

GG.

 

 

 

I watched three movies in three days.
I doubt all this screen-ness is good for me.

 

Happy Feet, Van Wilder (The Rise of Taj), and The Holiday.

They were all pretty good though, so, happy me.

 

 

 

So far I've spent $250,000 in Guild Wars for my Obsidian for my Ranger, and it's only the boots and gloves.
An Ecto at $8,000.