oh, wow.

so, if you haven't checked out my year-end compilation for 2005, [previous post,] please do so immediately.

I promise, it's hella tight.

if you've already read this, then feel free to continue.

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at the moment, I'm typing as quietly as possible in Meghan Robichaud's room, and it's 10:42 in the morning. my mom's scheduled to come pick Kelsey and I up at 11, but Kelsey only wants to wake up 5 minutes before she has to go.

as a matter of fact, mishelle and meghan are sleeping in the bed behind me, alas why I'm trying to type so delicately. let's hope it's not waking them.

oh, my. we had another one of our Fat Kid's parties. I could post the link to our previous fat kid party, but BCJournal seems to have died. oh, well, I love this new blog so much more anyway. it's much more... me.

I hope to God my mom finds me way the fuck out here in Hampton. it's just so hella far. and my mom's the most nervous winter driver ever, let's truly hope she doesn't panic. my directions were about as clear and concise as possible, but you never know... she doesn't exactly appreciate driving out here in the first place.

anyway, needless to say we ate way too much at obscene hours of the night last night. ice cream (homemade!) at 3 in the morning, pizza at 8PM and 2AM, not to mention the baguette and macaroons.

"what!?!," you're probably telling yourself. "has Joel gone off the deep-end? isn't he all... health-concious and body-concious and stuff??? what happened?"

no need to panic! yesterday morning I went for a 5-mile run and had a small lunch - in preparation for the fat kid's party. so, relax. lol.

oooooooook, Ralph the dog is barking like fucking mad, sooooo I'm going to go see what's amiss. mom'll be here in like 10 minutes, and she hates when people are late, so I'm going to wake up Kelsey and off we go back into civilization!

oh, and I'm leaving for Toronto this Saturday. my plane leaves at 6:35AM... gross.

oh, and I have to work tomorrow, Thursday, and Friday, from 9:30AM-5:30PM.

which one of those two statements is grosser? I don't even know.

yours in the boonies,

joel.