This is for you Breezer

I've been attempting to write a book/novel, i've actually got a few started and they are of course based on the crazy shit that I get myself into. But i just finished a book about a teenaged boy who has to write a memoir for his final project during his grade 12 year.
Which in return got me thinking, I could plausibly write a memoir about my ridiculous adventures and the half-brained things I manage to wrangle myself into.
I was telling my sister about this idea, and I already have material. For instance, the time I texted what I thought was Breezer's cell phone at 5 in the morning, but in reality sent it to her house. Not only was it crazy early in the morning, but the message was rather inappropriate. Thank god her brother happened to answer the phone. I would have been mortified.
There is also the time when I passed out on my driveway and my mother said I didn't move for an hour. Ironically this night also coincided with the loss of my nose ring AND swinging on a water pipe in a bar.
There is the time I met this German man and the language barrier was VERY strong. I found out later that he wanted to help support my breasts. It is still a mystery as to whether or not he meant that in the perverted sense. I remain optimistic.
But seriously I have many weird, incredibly fucked up stories I could share.
As a matter of fact, the other day, Jenna and I tried to move the no parking pylons around a car that was parked CLEARLY where the pylons were. Turns out that those suckers are heavier than they look. All I managed to to was shimmy one of the pylons directly behind the car. I WILL block one car in I swear.

For the time being, I'll keep up with this little blog, or "creative outlet". I've been slacking, and just plain lazy!

adios!