An Eventful Easter Weekend…So Far

To all my fantastic fans, as well as you creepshows that read my shit for absolutely no reason, I decided to post a little update of my Easter weekend thus far.

So basically, I got home Thursday night, had dinner, and went over to my Jilly’s house. We watched TV for a bit, then went out to Tim Horton’s to get some coffee and such, and you’ll never guess who we saw there…needless to say, it was certain individuals that we may dislike more than others. Trying our best to avoid making eye contact, we got our shit as quick as possible and blew that popsicle stand. We went for a drive around North Bay, discussing issues of the day, the latest gossip, blah blah blah. It was fantastic

Unfortunately, I had to get up at 5:30 the following morning in order to drive down to Kingston to pick up my sister, then drive an hour back to Belleville where we had a ginormous turkey dinner at my aunt’s house, played a hilarious game of Balderdash with the cousins, and finally stayed overnight at my grandma’s house. This morning, I was awakened by the most foul of odours; the self-cleaning feature on the oven. If you’ve never smelled or experienced the sheer awfulness that is the stench of an oven cleaning itself, pray to whatever God you believe in (or to all of them; hey, it can’t hurt!) that you never do. Now, first off, let’s get something straight here: I’ve smelled some pretty bad shit in my life. Literally. Yes, there are numerous smells that I do not appreciate (say, a fart, for example), but there aren’t too many odours that instantly activate the gag reflex in the back of my throat (the only other that comes to mind is the smell of certain whiskey, if you heard about my “Alberta Premium Night of Terror” adventure (I refer to it as an adventure, but I really don’t remember much from it)…let’s just say, my roommate and I invented a game similar to beer pong but based on mini-basketball, and I woke up the next morning still shitfaced and with the biggest and by far the worst hangover of my life…after having (as I was later told) spent most of the night lying on the bathroom floor in my own bodily fluids (more than just one type, if you know what I’m saying)). Anywhoo, back to the matter at hand… (more…)