Chris's secret soon-to-be blog

it's so confidential, he wouldn't even let me use it as the title of this blog.

chris is beside me right now, lighting up the library with his jacket. representing both where he gets his duckets and colour coordination.

chris was kind enough to come visit me for the one hour i have free. we figured out that this is the first time we've seen each other since i left toronto. here is a snippet of our "catching up" conversation:

chris: so how are things?
me: good.
me: what's up with you?
chris: nothing much.
(chris gets text message)
(i start looking for books on cd)
me: i need to go on the computer.
(while computer is loading)
me: hey, my boss caught me playing mcdonald's monopoly online.
chris: have you won yet?
me: yeah, some stupid snapfish pictures.
chris: me too.

that basically catches us up to now.

we had pictures, but library nazis won't let us save them on the computer.

my hour is up,
sbg

ps i'm at another computer now, so i'm uploading the pictures. take that, central library. you can't hold us down.

I'm protesting titles right now*

I don’t have any really good excuses for not blogging, but let me give you a few bad ones I came up with:

1. I was actually trying to do a podcast instead of a blog, but it turns out that my technical savvy stops at programming the VCR. So I’m back to good old writing. Pass me the scroll and ink, please.

2. I have been extra busy because I now have to run band practice three times a week. Which means instead of getting home at 6 o’clock (ten and a half hours after I leave in the morning), I get home at 8:30 (thirteen hours after I leave the house in the morning, a.k.a. fourteen hours after I wake up in the morning). So I get a whopping hour and half to do whatever I want at home before I should be asleep for the next glorious day.

3. Nothing of note has happened.

What makes me laugh about this blog is that it has become yet another thing to make me feel guilty. As many of you know, I have a little guilt problem. For example, I started taking yoga on Wednesdays at lunch, but I don’t really like it. I am also taking Pilates on Tuesdays and Thursdays at lunch, and I really like it. So I want to quit yoga, but I feel guilty. I feel quilty because I don't want the teacher to think it’s her fault, since a bunch of us are quitting, and yet we are all continuing with Pilates. But the alternative is paying to do something I don’t want to do. Just like Chicken Little hair. I felt guilty to say, “Why is my hair grease mania?” and so I ended up paying money to look like David Spade in Joe Dirt. Anyway, the point is that I feel guilty when I’m not writing in the blog. That's why I make bad excuses.

It’s funny that I just wrote, “The point is…” because I’ve been saying that since I was twelve years old. Isn’t that crazy? Like I knew the point at twelve. My friends would always tease me because I said it all the time. And I didn’t even realize it until the grade 8 yearbook, when we had a section that listed everyone’s favourite saying and that was mine. When I think of things like that, I think I must have been a very obnoxious child.

Feeling guilty because this is so short,
sbg


*I don’t feel I can handle the added pressure of coming up with a title. I’m very fragile right now.