What a bizarre feeling! Moses and I put my GIANT suitcase on the scale and it's 90.6 pounds.
I couldn't believe that I had an extra 90 pounds on me, so we double-checked and it actually read 40.6 pounds. Much better (and freer).
After spending two hours packing and sorting, I found out I have
69 quarters
100 pennies (american and Canadian)
over 100 nickels
Currency from China/Japan/Malaysia/Mongolia/some Far East country I have never visited.
I also had a cool amount of foreign currencies from places I'd actually been. Where, you ask?
Kroners from Iceland, Cedis from Ghana, Shillings from Uganda, Pesos from Mexico, Pence from EU, Pounds from UK...Moses and I enjoyed picking through them and I'm sure we both contracted several strains of communicable disease. Lucky airplane passengers!!
Anyway, my room echoes, the dust bunnies caused allergic reactions, and it turns out I've been hoarding polythene bags. I am arguably the greatest threat to the environment in my household. (although I'm almost certain I've seen some of these dust bunnies before, so maybe I'm recycling without realizing it.)
Since my abolishment of Facebook, I have felt more wholesome and in touch with the real world. I now sit on skype and check my blog absent-mindedly four-seven hours a day, but at least it's not facebook. Yesterday I saw a sign (or maybe I dreamt this...no I'm sure it actually happened) that said MARK ZUCKERBURG SAVED MY LIFE. I think I saw it on Corydon Avenue...and it may have been outside of Penner's Automobile Repair. Anyway, it was really bizarre, and I just had to assume they'd had more services because they'd pieced together a Group Page. Sort of the type of thing you would have expected to emerge back in 2007, when Facebook was still a novelty. BTW: Mark Z is the quapillionaire 20-something year old founder of Facebook.
[asshole]
Actually, using my photographic memory, I think the sign may have been outside of Hanabi Sushi, which attaches a whole new meaning to the thank yous...
OKAY. Tangent completed. I'm going to post some photos, that I would normally post on Mark Zuckerberg's brain child, and that my itchy friends are dying to scratch, or something...
My going away party was a smashing success (smashing because everyone was dressed up and people actually showed up). Seriously, the only thing missing was caviar and escargot turds. Check it out!
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| Moses and Kris lookin' fresh |
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| My two favourite M-lettered men in the world |
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| Father Moses?! |
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| Dillon, M, and B |
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| Team Kwagala, once again, in a flattering pose |
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| Garrett....a bit awkwardly shaped. |
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| Jazzy Julie |
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| Moses checking for lice I suppose |
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| Moses and Caleigh, pre-chaos |
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| mes frères |
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| Knees can't touch the floor; picking up a paper bag with your teeth. |
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| Of course Kurtis is amazing at this and is actually writing his name! |
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| Brother! Is he crooked! |
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| John, Paul, Moses, James. What 5"2 looks like next to 6"6 |
Anybody else have outstanding holiday parties?
I hope everyone enjoys their Tuesday! Tonight is one big night of dancing, followed by tomorrow's big day of....waiting to move to Montreal. I'm measuring it in hours now.
