one hell of a day.

911 ! 911! next day's headline: young girl becomes superstore roadkill. thankfully i got out of the way before that psyco shopper ran me over with her industrial sized shopping cart. she was on a mission, thats for sure. she wasn't stopping for noone. can you imagine, my corpse squished like a bug next to the cereal in aisle 5.

allergies?

oh, what a great suprise, mom & dad! a vacation to california. now, according to most, this would be accepted with high gratitude, which at first it was. that was until i figured out that i am, infact, allergic to everything californian. indeed, you heard right, allergic. 8 days in california is turning me into a giant blob of icky substances. i cannot seem to last 15 minutes without convulsing into a full out coughing fit followed by a runny nose, and teary eyes. standing is virtually impossible at this point, unless i plan on becoming one with this fine earth. each time i stand, the feeling of "timber" comes on like a flash flood. for an albino canadian like me, this is not a pleasant sight. instead of laying in bed watching sex and the city re-runs, i should be in a bikini soaking up the rays. this just isn't fair.

as the coma kicks in.

As reality sets in, my mind goes blank and I slip into a coma. No no no, children, I'm still living, I've just been sucked into the black abyss we know as the "Internet" or "interwebz" as Beck would say. Twitter, Facebook, Blogspot, Hotornot, Nexopia, its a viscious cycle that can only be broken by an irrational mother screaming from the top of the stairs that I am to go to bed at once. Oh, hold on a moment, facebook message.......... Alright, now back to what I was talking about. You see, if the older generation, aka the technologically impaired citizens of this world had any clue as to what us "hip" kids were up to on the interwebz and could understand even a bit of it, they'd be hooked too. I can picture it now, old folks homes filled with nothing but laptops with size 364 font with Mozart playing in the background. It's exactly how our generation will be like once we get to the pre-keeled over stage. we will beg to be buried with our Macbooks. It's a sad reality but nonetheless, its bound to happen.