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Sugar is Awsome  So, my grandparents are over visiting us from England. It's been a really hectic time so far. We've been doing puzzles. Now, I know that puzzles aren't normally regarded as stressful... but I bet you've never done puzzles at my house. I come in halfway through a puzzle of five puppies in paint cans. 500 pieces. Not too tough. My mother, my brother, my sister and my grandparents are all hunched over the table, scanning the peices. I start to help out and things aren't too bad at first. This soon changes, however, when some pieces are described as "missing". mum - Who's got the piece with the blue on it that goes here. It's the only blue one left. catherine - I don't know. Not over here. chris - I don't see it. catherine - Charlotte, what's that under your knee on the floor there? me - huh? catherine - SHE'S SITTING ON A PIECE!!! grandma - Oh! mum - Come on Charlotte! It got much worse. Here are some more snippets: "Who's got a green paint splot? WHOSE GOT A GREEN PAINT SPLOT!?" "Mum! You're not even LOOKING at the pieces. Don't just sit there" "GET YOUR ELBOW OFF THE PIECES! I CAN'T SEE THEM!" "Who's shadow is that?" "Oops. Sorry." "Get it off the puzzle. I can't see!" "Has anyone seen the other half of a blue eye?" "We're not even on eyes, Chris!" "I need this pie- OUCH!" "Get your hand away!" "Mum! Catherine hit me!" "Stay out of her way then!" "CHRIS, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!! LOOK AT THE SHAPE! THAT WILL NEVER FIT!!!!" ----- It's been awesome. the end I went to go see my bestest friend Emmy today. FINALLY got to see her new place. It's really amazingly sweet!. Although her room is very messy and gross. Eww. We hung out on her rooftop for hours and drew pictures in pen on the cement floors. She told me that Simon had a funny looking nose and an alien head. She then tried to prove herself by drawings pictures of my boyfriend as an alien. Simon doesn't look like an alien. Nor does he have a funny looking nose. I came to this conclusion after looking at several photographs and repeatedly telling Emmy how very wrong she was. Then we went out for sushi and got the worst service ever! They kept on forgetting about our table. Even getting water became impossible. After eating sushi, we decided that walking to her appartment would be a good idea. We waddled. And made pregnant jokes constantly. After arriving at the building, instead of waiting for the elevator, we figured going up the three flights of stairs to her floor wouldn't be so tough. We ended up taking two breaks and laughed the whole time about how pathetic we were. I've never been that pathetic since that one time we all went to the church fair and tried to walk to Coffee Time. We met Luke at Luke's Chip Wagon and he was stoned. And we took several breaks because we were so lazy. Emmy stole letters from the roadside sign. Do any of you guys remember that? I hope so. It was a good day. We then layed outside in her backyard grass and watched the people on the balconies of her building. We creeped hardcore. I had an amazing day. Even though I didn't really do anything at all. P.S.- I bet Simon's going to forget our 6 month tomorrow. Any money. the end Wow. Good past few days! Emmy randomly decided to turn up in Oshawa for the night. So she came over to my house and I gave her half of my dinner because my parents didn't know she was coming. Neither did I. But it's okay. While at the table, Emmy though it would be appropriate to bring up Simon... which it wasn't. "So Charlotte, how are things with you and Simon?" (Complete and utter silence) "How's Simon doing Charlotte?" "He's fine." (More silence) After dinner, we had a giant foam fight. Emmy was being lazy and not helping to clean up after dinner. Instead, she was reading the paper. So, I tore the paper out of her hands and threw it to the floor. Then I kicked it. Then Emmy slapped me. Then I punched her glasses off. Then she threw bubbles in my face. And then I rubbed bubbles in her hair. Then she ran into my bathroom and forgot to lock both of the bathroom doors... so while she was baracading one of them, I jumped through the other one and bubbled her in the face some more. Then we walked up to Timmy's. Here are some walking and talking highlights: "You didn't tell me there was a hill, Charlotte." "Where's the Timmy's, man?" "Oh.... I forgot how far away it was" "I'm practically an orphan mmuuurrrr ggggrruruuuu ffuuuhhh raking it in." "So, I'm going to get a pap smear next month" "We have go go past a graveyard?!?" "We're like.... the bestest friends ever, aren't we? No one's even close to us." I then took her home, where she discovered she had left her iPod back at my house. She we made plans for her to visit me during art the next day at school. The next day at school, I was sent down to the old abandoned art classroom to paint a giant metal bird with Tremclad. The paint required a breathing aparatus, but McLaughing doesn't have anything like that. So I just had to deal with it. I found Jenna and got her to help me out. While cleaning the brushes at the end of the day, I walk past a cart with a whole bunch of floating dead animals in jars. Right in the middle of the art class. I immediately call Jenna over and we look at them. Then we discovered that Tremclad doesn't come off your hands or brushes very easily. Jenna and I left white hand prints everywhere. We then ran into the bathroom to try and clean it off in there... as if a different sink would help or something. It was at the time that Emmy turned up to find the room completely empty, except for my purse, which she opened up and rumaged through in order to get her iPod. We met her on our way out of the bathroom though. I then dragged her into the art room and showed her the floating animals. We then posed and took several pictures with said animals. Good times. Eventually, Jenna Emmy and I all made it back to the real art room, where we informed Mrs. Siksna of the fact that the paint would not come off. She got us some grease soap. It didn't work. She then got out this suspicious looking bottle of clear liquid. "Here girls, use this." "Are you sure? There's a poison sign on it" "Just don't eat it or anything and you'll be fine." "What if I chew my nails" "DON'T chew your nails after using this." "I'm not putting my hands in that" (<-Jenna) "Fine then. When you get home you can use your own paint thinner." "Wait.... this is paint thinner?!?" (Fingers are being dipped into the solution) Good times. the end Starbucks now owns my life. I promised myself I would never become addicted to it. I used to laugh at people who were addicted. Now I am one of them. It's shameful. And I'm disgusted. I've been almost denying it for the past few weeks. I would tell myself that I would cut down. Tell myself I can stop. But I can't. "Hi, I'm Charlotte and I'm an addict." It's gotten so bad, that if I don't get my Peppermint Mocha, I get cranky. Like... Today, I was at the mall and I willed myself into not buying a Starbucks. I didn't buy one. Instead I got some Miso soup from the new sushi place in the Oshawa Centre. Now, it's four hours later and I'm practically dying. You may think I'm overreacting. Right now, I'm waiting for my kettle to boil so that I can mix up some instant coffee, some hot chocolate and some peppermint extract to make my own Peppermint Mocha. THAT'S how bad it is. I mean.... my need for the mocha is outranking tea right now. That's right guys... tea. Oh the bright side, at least this drink won't cost me 4.45$ It probably won't taste as good though. Fuck, I'm weak. The end. P.S. - Oh goodness me. I just drank some of my homemade peppermint mocha. Starbucks coffee cups should read: CAUTION! Do not try this at home. Fuck... this drink is awful. I'm going to drink it anyways.... I hate myself. Okay, so wow. My life right now... pretty insane. A few days ago, I announce to my parents that I would no longer be eating processed meats. I said that I only wanted real meat... cooked good and proper, for the rest of my life. This shan't be hard for me because I hate sandwich meats and Spam and Corned Beef. They're horrible. And hotdogs too. Giving up Pogos is going to be tough... but I'll manage. Anyways, so my dad tells me that it won't be a problem because he just happened to have purchased half a cow that very day. Okay. Whatever. He said it in such a way that you'd assume he was joking, simply because the statement was ridiculous. Well, he wasn't kidding. He comes home early today and shouts at me to unload the entire freezer. So, having no idea why he's asking me to do this, I go and unload the downstairs freezer. Then my dad walks in, carrying two garbage bags full of chopped up cow. And I'm all like, "I don't think this is going to fit, dad." And he's all like, "Well, you better hope it does, because there's more." By then end of it, we had three bags of different steak and roast cuts, a bag full of tubes of ground beef, another bag full of cow ribs for the dog, and a cardboard box full of bones (Including a giant cow pelvis.) Keep in mind, I'm not talking shopping bags here. I'm talking garbage bag size. We now have over 500$ worth of cow in our freezer. And I was right... it didn't all fit. We had to put some in the upstairs fridge freezer and move the regular groceries downstairs into the little bar fridge. One of my dad's comments: "I think I shall have to buy a bigger freezer" I bet you in a few days, I'll be writing an update on how I had to help my dad carry a new, bigger freezer down the stairs and into my laundry room. Not to mention the adventures we'll have trying to get the old one out of the house, into the truck and hurled into a vat at the dump. I had to pick up pieces of frozen cow spine and seal them in individual containers. I could see the cow vertabrae. I'm surprised this hasn't turned me into a raging vegetarian. the end Waaah! So I'm at Emmy's right now. It's Sunday morning and we got incredibly high last night. I've never been so messed up. We bought McChickens ahead of time, along with a bag of chips and a packet of brownies. We ate it all. Four McChickens, a bag of chips and about twenty brownies. Man. Then we chilled out and watched the Katamari video game intro in a loop for honestly half an hour. Then we watched Life Aquatic. Good times. I can't remember too too much of the night. I got mad at Emmy for not letting me have the joint at one point. Then I remember sitting on Emmy's bed and complaining about how hard it was for me to chew my food. I couldn't understand the movie all that well, and eventually just gave up on it entirely. For those of you how are unfamiliar with the Katamari video game.... here's a picture:  Just amazing! the end Part 2 - Written by Emily Don't believe what Charlotte says I was not hogging the joint, we were happily smoking up outside my window, sitting on the back of some random construction vehicle. 3 hits, then pass It was sweet, and I was getting fucked. We kept laughing uncontrollably. Charlotte finished her hits, gave the joint to me and told me she was done. I took like a half drag and was all "are you sure" she pauses, looks at me and goes "um, maybe one more" Me - Ok, let me just finish my.." the dots are to show that she interrupted me Charlotte "JUST ONE MORE" she *glares at me and like snatches the joint back so really she is crazy when she smokes I would also like to expand on the intro to katamari We watched this shit for half an hour. First there is this crazy scene with fucked up colors and shit. Here is a link to it:
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 Note how in one point in the video, there are objects that are pretty similar to marijuana leaves spinning in the air as mushrooms grow everywhere. LOL Seriously watch this shit, it is messed up. Especially when you are high. That finished and we watched a loop of: 1. the little dude would sit on top of earth and flap his arms for... oh about 2/3 minutes 2. it would switch to a video of someone playing the game and picking stuff up 3. back to the dude flapping THis is the last level sped up 10x. Even if you dont watch it go to the end to see the messed up cut scenes
" class="ljvideo"> So. It's the weekend, right? And I'm just chillin'. Annie is supposed to be hanging out with Catherine. Whatevs. I don't care. I had just finished making my amazing pirate costume for the Hallowe'en party. So, what do I do? The logical thing. I try it on. I like it. It looks amazing. Whatevs. So I'm down at the computer typing something or whatever and the door bell rings. "It's probably Annie," I think. I'm still dressed as a pirate by the way. Catherine answers the door. "It's for you, Charlotte!" she yells. So I figure it's Emmy. She's the only person brave enough to visit my house. "Emmy!" I say, "I'm dressed up as a pirate right now!" "Charlotte!" yells Catherine, "It's not Emily!" I'm all like, "Well who is it then?" "It's Gabe." Gabe lives in Toronto. Gabe is supposed to be OVER me. He didn't even call. He lives in Toronto! "Gabe." I say, "I'm in a pirate costume right now." His response, "Don't you wear anything normal? How long have you been dressed like that?" (Two hours) Oh well... I may have been in a stunning pirate costume, but it beats my bathing suit any day. Is any day in my life going to be normal? Ever? the end I hung out with Emmy on Saturday night. I was only over for about an hour and a half, but during that time we came up with the most brilliant concept ever to be created. Yesterday, my parents and I moved Emily into her residence at Victoria College. We picked Emmy up at her house and loaded up the truck without saying a word to her parents. Her parents, instead of asking Emmy to call demanded that I should call them. What the fuck? We then left within five minutes of arriving at the house. The past few days have been pretty sweet. Emmy and I hung out and went to go see Jonh Tucker Must Die. It was pretty funny. Although the highlighs of the evening had nothing to do with the movie itself, but the trailers and advertisements before it. Mainly the Snakes on a Plane trailer. (Looks increadibly cheesy. Can't wait for the 18th!) Erin bought some extra fans and Lucia and I spent forever setting them up. The instructions made next to no sense. The only reason we actually managed to get them up and running is because the guy who came to set up her telephone had screwdrivers we were able to borrow. Up until that point we were using my hairpin. No joke. Erin, her boyfriend and I then went out for dinner at Eastside Mario's. Without the Italian Lucia. Makes sense. After dinner we went to Dollarama for all Erin's household needs. Erin also broke her shoe and we had to tape it. Then we picked up Lucia and went to A & P for food. That took over an hour. We had to look at everything and argue about what food was best every four minutes. Lucia, Erin and I then slept at the appartment after watching Win a Date with Tad Hamilton.
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