Mondays. Blegh. The start of a brand new school week. Oh joy.
Today I woke up at 7:00 am to the sounds of CBC, just like always, then arose at 7:40 am. School was great, as I had very no homework from English, none from Spanish, none from leadership, none from chemistry, and none from Drama! You can't beat that. So, I came home after a brief meeting after school, watched M.A.S.H. (I love that show), and played on the computer for a couple hours. Then, it was Karate time, at which the source of my tiredness now was produced. (Grammar? Whatever...)
So, we did kicking practise at Karate. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of kicking practise. 1,5 hours straight kicking practise. Very tiring.
Got home, now I'm writing my blog. Just like always. Oh boy.
Now, I just found out that my sister is, as we speak, ON THE FERRY HOME! HALLELUJAH! PRAISE BE! LET THE CHOCOLATE HAZELNUTS POUR DOWN FROM THE MALAHAT!
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Needless to say, I've very excited.
This is the not-so-aged and not-yet-venerable Jordan Ray, saying good night, and don't put an egg under your pillow.
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World Peace
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
Brunch at Best Western
I hate mornings. With a passion.
Actually, it's just the getting up part that I hate. Once I'm up and at 'em, I love mornings. You can get so much done before 12:00 pm if you get up at 5:00 am!
Why would I do such a crazy thing? Because I, Jordan Ray, went over to Vancouver today to have a very fancy, and slightly overpriced brunch buffet at the Best Western hotel in Richmond. The brunch (dang it, I keep wanting to say breakfast instead of brunch) being at 11:00 am in a Vancouver location, required my family and I to leave our house at 6:00 am to catch the 7:00 ferry so we could get an 9:15bus for a 9:45 transfer to let us arrive at the hotel 1 hour early at precisely 10:02 am, PDT. Phew! This of course, left us ample time to chat before, during, and after brunch, which was absolutely scrumdidilyumpcious. (that word is copyrighted, you have to pay me or one of my family members every time you say it.)
Those present at the bunch were: (in no particular order) Myself, my mom, dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Angela, Aunt Sue, and Uncle Sean. We all had a splendid time chatting it up in the lovely Vancouver sun (pardon the pun please), and I actually managed to finish my homework, which was quite arduous of a task. (Grammar?)
Then we headed home on the 4:00 pm ferry from Tsawwassen back to Swartz Bay, and immediately after we got home, we turned on the Vancouver-Anaheim hockey game.
Normally, I would have tried to go to someones house and watch it, but my parents took so long at the grocery store, having, "Quite a discussion about which meat we should barbecue" as they called it, prevented me from doing so. Oh well. Worse things have happened. Like me breaking my ankle. That was pretty bad too.
Anyways, I've forgiven them (but never forgotten, mwahahaha!), and after helping my friend with his math after my supper, here I sit, pressing these funny little black keys and giving squeaks of joy as words pop up on the screen.
I eagerly await Tuesday, upon the eve of which my beloved sister Miranda shall return. (That's not from the Tempest, my sister's name really is Miranda.)
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World Peace
Actually, it's just the getting up part that I hate. Once I'm up and at 'em, I love mornings. You can get so much done before 12:00 pm if you get up at 5:00 am!
Why would I do such a crazy thing? Because I, Jordan Ray, went over to Vancouver today to have a very fancy, and slightly overpriced brunch buffet at the Best Western hotel in Richmond. The brunch (dang it, I keep wanting to say breakfast instead of brunch) being at 11:00 am in a Vancouver location, required my family and I to leave our house at 6:00 am to catch the 7:00 ferry so we could get an 9:15bus for a 9:45 transfer to let us arrive at the hotel 1 hour early at precisely 10:02 am, PDT. Phew! This of course, left us ample time to chat before, during, and after brunch, which was absolutely scrumdidilyumpcious. (that word is copyrighted, you have to pay me or one of my family members every time you say it.)
Those present at the bunch were: (in no particular order) Myself, my mom, dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Angela, Aunt Sue, and Uncle Sean. We all had a splendid time chatting it up in the lovely Vancouver sun (pardon the pun please), and I actually managed to finish my homework, which was quite arduous of a task. (Grammar?)
Then we headed home on the 4:00 pm ferry from Tsawwassen back to Swartz Bay, and immediately after we got home, we turned on the Vancouver-Anaheim hockey game.
Normally, I would have tried to go to someones house and watch it, but my parents took so long at the grocery store, having, "Quite a discussion about which meat we should barbecue" as they called it, prevented me from doing so. Oh well. Worse things have happened. Like me breaking my ankle. That was pretty bad too.
Anyways, I've forgiven them (but never forgotten, mwahahaha!), and after helping my friend with his math after my supper, here I sit, pressing these funny little black keys and giving squeaks of joy as words pop up on the screen.
I eagerly await Tuesday, upon the eve of which my beloved sister Miranda shall return. (That's not from the Tempest, my sister's name really is Miranda.)
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World Peace
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Moving Crew and Late Night Panic
This morning I got up bright and early (9:30 am) to help my friends dad move into his new place at 10:30 am. This proved quite exciting, with my friend and I riding on top of a mattress and a cabinet, unseatbelted in the back, pressed against the van roof. Good times.
After the gruntwork and life flashing before our eyes, my friend and I returned to my house, so I could help him with his math, have lunch, and get in a bit of computer time before I had to go to work.
That finished, I ate a hastily prepared supper, spilling milk on myself, the table, and the carpet in the process, and I then got a much needed and appreciated ride to work.
There wasn't a lot that went on at the London Drugs where I work (Quadra & Mckenzie), except for the last 15 minutes of my shift. We have a conveyor belt to haul up our products from the basement. One of the boxes that was left on the belt was an opened box of PERT shampoo. Somehow, I think probably by my doing, the box was knocked over, with the containers scattering everywhere, and one falling straight down to the concrete floor. I performed clean-up duty in the precious few minutes I had left in my shift. As a result, my hands smell great as I'm typing to you now.
Then I got a ride home too, getting home just after 10:00 pm. What luck, eh?
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World Peace
After the gruntwork and life flashing before our eyes, my friend and I returned to my house, so I could help him with his math, have lunch, and get in a bit of computer time before I had to go to work.
That finished, I ate a hastily prepared supper, spilling milk on myself, the table, and the carpet in the process, and I then got a much needed and appreciated ride to work.
There wasn't a lot that went on at the London Drugs where I work (Quadra & Mckenzie), except for the last 15 minutes of my shift. We have a conveyor belt to haul up our products from the basement. One of the boxes that was left on the belt was an opened box of PERT shampoo. Somehow, I think probably by my doing, the box was knocked over, with the containers scattering everywhere, and one falling straight down to the concrete floor. I performed clean-up duty in the precious few minutes I had left in my shift. As a result, my hands smell great as I'm typing to you now.
Then I got a ride home too, getting home just after 10:00 pm. What luck, eh?
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World Peace
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