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Today I went with my friend Jazz to a house. It was a really small house, but quaint in a strange sort of way. The backyard was tiny and oddly shaped, but nice and fenced, and it made me want to install a pond with some coy fish. And of the rooms was really long and skinny, and it didn't have a closet...but it DID have a water heater, which I found highly amusing for some reason.

And Jazz thought the house was nice too, and she might rent it, but then again, two blocks up a sort of a bad neighborhood, and I wouldn't want her getting hurt. That would be bad. Though she's a pretty tough girl. She's really whacked me one a few times. I don't know. A girl's purse is like a lethal weapon. Depending on what they keep in those things, they can really hurt when the connect with your head. Especially when the girl has taken the time to swing it around and gain momentum.

*is apparently oblivious that he is surrounded by girls*

But anyway, enough talk about purses. Also today I walked Cooper, who took it upon herself to run down the street as far as her little extendo-leash would let her, then run back, around, and somehow end up with her leash tied around my legs. And then she chased after a squirrel, and I didn't have time to jump out of the little web she'd weaved, and I fell on my face. Luckily, I was in a rather soft patch of grass. Unluckily, her leash gave me some major rope burn on my ankles, and I had to look like and a** and run around chasing the dog around, who was only running away because the plastic part of the leash was hitting the ground and it was scaring her.

And if she'd only stopped running, the scary leash would stop making so much racket and I wouldn't have 20 people staring at me like I was inept at walking the dog.

My dogs are really big so that whole time I walk them I'm having to heave back on the leash to stop them from running after other dogs and such...especially since people out here don't get the idea of a long chain, if you don't have a fenced in yard so there's always five or six dogs about, in the road, in my back yard, next door...everywhere they fancy going...one of them, Dakota, stole my dad's coffee mug which he left outside while working...

Haha, of course we have skittles. X3. Even though I don't much like them... I'm more of a laffy taffy fan... But I've never heard of a skittles milkshake O.o.

And my random event for the day? HAha, I bought an omg hat and it came in the mail! *points at head*

Wow, it must have been a slow crime day... And the cops wanted something to dooooo... Or, the department store security...

My uncle got pulled over once (well, he'd get pulled over ALL the time 'cause he had a bumper sticker that said, "Bad cop, no doughnut") and he rolls down the window and you know, says hello and stuff, and the cop says, "You were riding the white line." Like, the edge of the road.
hahaha, and so my uncle looks at him and goes, "Slow night, eh?" 'Cause there's no law against that. XD And the cop kinda looked defeated and says, "Yeah... Slow night. You're free to go."

It was pretty amusing.

xd Everytime we cross the border to go into The States, we get questioned longer than the other cars when my dad's driving. My mum says its because he looks scruffy. He's 1 quarter native, so he qualifies as Metis. Sometimes they ask to see his Metis card and he pulls it out and it looks like a bad mugshot. It makes me laugh. His skin is olive tint and his hair is black/brown and although he's fifty three he has yet to go grey and his eyes which were black-brown when he was younger have turned green over the years, my sister inherited that, at about 12 her eyes started going green so now they're this weird mix of green and brown...mine are still brown, Douglas eyes or something according to mum. I have like...three or four scottish clans as ancestors but apparently I have the Douglas eyes which are a dark brown and a certain shape, they've kind of lightened over the years, one person swore they were purple. What an idiot, although I WISH I had purple eyes.... Don't know why I mentioned that sweatdrop

ANYWAYS. He always gets questions longer because he looks scruffy according to mum and because he never takes off his sunglasses when he's driving and apparently that's a sign of defiancy when crossing the border. Mum's always like 'Take off the glasses or let me drive." They fight about it everytime we go across the river. It's funny...at least to me but not as funny as you're uncle Ala.

My sister and her ex were going into the states to watch a race and he ex has a really bad temper and when they pulled up to the border, he had this beard, long hair which he hadn't washed in two days and sunglasses on, plus they're teens so that's also bad. The guard asks him to take off his glasses, he says 'why'. They ask again and he says no, because they're his glasses and he wants to keep them on...That's when they ask for license, registration, ownership etc. He swears and grumbles and when the guard steps out of their booth to collect the the papers, Andrews says, "Told you it was my car, stupid cocksucker." Of course under his breath but loud enough for them to hear, and then he's asked to pull his car over so it can be searched.

Kate and Andrew are taken inside to be interrogated. Kate's not sure how Andrew is doing because once they get her alone in a room, have her take off her shoes, they ask if she's in need of assistance, they thought maybe she'd been kidnapped (because of Andrew's attitude and body language...) So apparently Andrew was being rude and belligerent in his room because Kate was let go and had to wait another half hour for Andrew to get out and then they had to turn around and go home...when she got here, she was not pleased. Thank gods she broke up with him.

Nothing interesting has happened yet today.... Unless you count me making pizza dough for dinner tonight...

However, yesterday was awesome, because I got PRISMACOLOR PENCILS *drools on them* So WHAT if it was $100 out of my pocket? I GOT PENCILS! BWAHAHAHAHA <--- *ish insane* So when I DO draw a group picture *soooo horribly lazy... and uses the excuse that not everyone's profiles are up yet* I can color it all pretty-like! domokun

Haha, I'm really too poor to be buying 'em... Even though I did. XP I got the 72 pack, which is enough for me. *laughs* It's about 60 more colors than I normally use *generally has just survived on the general 12 pack of crayolas* so I think I'm good color-wise for a while.

Lol, why must art be so COSTLY? gonk