Something funny to try...
Here's a tip:
When you are eating tacos with your family and your parents aren't looking, toss one under the table or under an empty chair beside you.
That way, after supper when you go back to your room you will suddenly hear somebody find that taco, and they will spend hours trying to figure out where it came from, and why it's there.

-B

Splunge...
Hey all! I took a bit off cause I had University starting and stuff. I have now been to all of my classes, and I have to say they aren't that bad. Political Issues is kinda hard, the assignments are HUGE, but there is no final...and those two words are every student's dream.
The oldest guy is in one of my classes, he has to be pushin like 70. Seriously. He looks like that teacher off of The Water Boy...the one that looks like the KFC mascot. Ha ha ha.
My new computer should be coming in any day now, which is awesome, cause I will be able to do sooo much more.
Anyways, I gotta jet...oh yeah, I saw Colby's underwear, tee hee. Ah ha ha ha. Sorry Colby...but really, don't try to change in your classroom next time. Ha ha ha.

-B

A new discovery at Angelfire...
Okay, I just have to post this...But first the story to go with it. I was looking at all the building features that Angelfire has to offer...just cause I have never really looked at them before, and I see that they have some cool ideas for photo galleries...so I decide to take a look. Well when you look at the example templates, they put stupid pictures in the examples, just to show what your page could look like...and this was one of them...I can't help laughing at it when I look at it:

"PuddinHead"

Ha ha ha, yay for kitties.
-B

My first time at the bar...
So i finally sucked it up and went to the bar. Yeah no more being a baby. Infact it really wasn't as scary as I thought, ha ha ha.
I went with Brittany...and it happened to be student night, so they were trying to make every body wear name tags...most of which ended up on the floor and walls. Some people made clothes out of them...you know, things that drunk ppl would do with name tags. Brittany just found some anonymous name tag...Ginger...and wore that all night. When we went to go get some shooters, this idiot guy was like: "Heeey! You're name is Ginger, then you must be Spice!" and he pointed at me. Way to go buddy, hope you didn't think of that yourself. Ah ha ha ha.
There was also this guy that was there, who seemed to be obsessed with Brittany for the night...Derek Wannamaker (I know I probably shouldn't say his name, but in the spirit of Crank Yankers...screw the innocent). Anyways, this guy was nuts, he just kept latching onto ppl and following them around the whole night. So we decided to take him for all he was worth. Unfortunately he was only worth about $1.80.

I learned some very important things my first night at the bar...so i decided to make a quick list...feel free to add, ha ha.

Brandy's 7 Rules of the Bar

1. Never wear flat sandals to the bar, or any open shoe that is low to the floor.
2. Always expect a cover charge, even if you might think it may be ladies night...even if you don't have to pay it, the money will come in handy later.
3. Drink something before you leave so that you don't have to spend a fortune at the bar just to get ripped.
4. Don't make eye contact with anyone 5 years+ then you.
5. If you see somebody that you knew from highschool that you don't like, don't run away. Get them to buy you a drink first, then run away.
6. If it's somebody's birthday, avoid them. They are either going to want money, drinks, sex or just touch you alot.
7. Be nice to the ppl that are in the waiting line with you...when you relize that you need extra cash to pay for the cover charge, they are your best bet.

Well, that's it for today... -B

One more thing...
Oh yeah, I also saw Bradford from Much Music...and I gave him a really nasty mean stare...it was great.

Back home...
Well here I am. Back from Toronto. I bet a lot of ppl are going to think that I didn't get into school this year, but no...I did. Then I came home, ha ha ha. I feel really stupid for going through all the trouble of driving all the way to Toronto, looking for a new job, applying for college, and then just declining my acception and going home.
I dunno, I just really didn't like it there, plus the course I wanted to take wasn't all I thought it would be either. Package and Design for complete retarded idiots is what it should be called. Ha ha ha. On the plus side, I saw lots of things I wouldn't normally get to see in Brandon...CN Tower, Paramount Canada's Wonderland, Casa Loma, homeless drug addicts...it was exciting all the same.