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| I took my piercing out. For good this time. As much as I loved it, it was more of a pain in the butt than anything. With the removal, I have decided to start a new chapter in life as well. I am going back to school and aiming to become an engineer! i've always been fascinated by technology and computers so I am going to actively pursue those goals!
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| I guess Samantha is probably avoiding me, but I wish she could just tell me "No" instead of "Oh I will be free on x day".
I finally got through to her and though she said she was gonna be busy today, she mentioned that she would be home at around 7-8pm and to give her a call before leaving town to see if she was free. So I did just that. I was in town to visit my new nephew and hung out with my nieces so I stuck around for a while.
6pm comes along and I texted her a little reminder to see if she was still up for getting together. No reply.
7:30pm I give her a ring, but she doesn't pick up. I log onto msn at 8pm and see her online so I sent her a message, but get no response.
8:30pm I tried calling again to no avail and got quite fed up and decided to head home.
8:40pm I get a call from her and she tells me she just got home and out of the shower. I told her I am already on my way home, but still in town. She mentions "oh it may take time for my hair to dry and I don't want you to turn around" .
that's fine. i was going to leave.. but she says "i'll be in town next week so we can definitely do something then" FUCKIN SHIT WE WILL. quit playing with me. If you don't want to see me leave me alone!!!
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| Life was moving along just fine until about a month ago, I finally got in touch with an old classmate that I had a crush on. She had apparently broken up with her control-freak boyfriend earlier in the summer. She mentioned being sorry for not ever going out while we were in school and wanted to make it up to me so we set up a date to get together and just hang out.
Coming from The Falls, she wanted me to show her around the city so I took her around my neighbourhood, had lunch in yorkville, then toured through china town and passed lakeshore to the ferry docks where we set sail for the island.
As the day went on, there definitely was a connection happening and we started to get more comfortable being closer together. As we strolled across the boardwalk, I took her by the hand and she firmly responded. It was such a great feeling. Every so often when we separated, she would sneakily tug my hand and reattach herself.
Unfortunately we missed the last call at the restaurant so we decided to head back. We enjoyed a nice sunset on the ride back in each others arms. As the night finally came to an end, I missed an opportunity to give her a kiss, but I wanted to leave her with something to look forward to the next time we got together. She had a great time and gave me a call when she got home.
Now here's my predicament. It felt like the start of something special, but she has been hesitant to respond to my calls. In fact, communication has been scarce and I had been the only one taking the initiative to contact her. I respect her space and have not been calling her much, but it seems every time we do talk, it's brief and she will avoid talking about what happened or what will happen.
Why is she being so illusive?
Have I done something wrong?
I can take no for an answer.. but not knowing is killing me. Why do women like to torment men so....
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| Now that I am working full time, I really wanted to find something to do to keep myself active. "why don't you try hockey' andrew suggests. I thought, why not, but never came around to because the investment for the equipment is going ot set me back a few months.
Christmas rolls along and Nguyen decides to kick start my hockey career by starting a little trust fund for some equipment. With the aid of Jeff, who works for sport check, i managed to get skates, a stick, helmet and some gloves.
Eager to play, I had been harassing the guys to go out for some shinny, but alas they never had time. Finally after a couple weeks of waiting, I get a call to go out and play. Eagerly, I strap up the gear and head straight for the rink.
On the ice, I was drilled by all 3 whom specialize in different areas taking in as many pointers as I could, all the while trying to ignore the excruciating pain my feet were going through breaking in the skates. Half an hour in, some guys wanted to have a little game. I figured the easiest way to learn is to jump right into the fire. Big mistake.
First, and the most costly mistake, was not having my helmet on. I had it with me, but wasn't thinking of having a game so i didn't use it. Second mistake, I was a little too ahead of myself. Eager to get right into the game, I ignored the fundamental and without a good foundation, the chimney doesn't stand.
As I was skating forward, I lost balance and fell face first. I landed with my gloves at my chest, but because of inertia, my face kept going and smashed straight into the ice. It felt like a normal bump, but the reactions told me likewise.
Amidst the screaming and the horror, I felt warm liquid oozing down my face, blurring my vision and going into my mouth when i tried to speak. I looked down and saw blood everywhere. All over my jacket, all over my stick, all over the ice. I was stunned and didn't know what to do. Thankfully the others were quicker thinkers and got me on the floor and had my toque over the wound to stop the blood.
Shortly after a staff member showed up and brought me inside. More screams ensue. I stumble into the washroom to take a look at the damage and chuckle at the horrific image that reflected back at me. Blood had covered half my face and was streaking across the rest of it. I wanted to stop and take a picture, but the horrific look on everyone's face told me it wasn't the appropriate time to.
We went through the paper work and the staff suggested to call 911. I insisted that I was ok and that I will head to the hospital on my own. I went straight home to inform my parents of the disaster and then took my sis with me to the hospital. The guys hung around to keep me company, but with the abysmal wait, insisted they left and to update them when I'm done.
After a good 2 hours, we finally got to see a doctor and he put 3 stitches in and let me leave. We got to take a few snapshots at the hospital so here it is in all it's gorines
As you can see in the second image, at the upper right portion of the wound, you can see the other half of my eyebrow! Absolutely digusting!
As I'm finishing up this blog entry, I have been delayed about 4-5x to wipe the blood that is still oozing into my eye. I hope I won't lose it all tonight when I sleep.
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| A very funny, but frightening thing happened to me tonight. In a couple of days, I will be going on a ski trip up to Blue Mountain and will be one of the primary drivers for getting people up there. In preparation, I decided to clean my car out and try to fit things in tonight. I haven't driven my car since last Friday, so I wasn't 100% sure where I had parked it last (street parking) so I went to my usual spot at the end of the street.
no car
A little perplexed, I started to dig into my memory banks to see if i could remember, but the only thing that came up was that I had left it in that very spot. No worry, I forget all the time. I walk down the street to see.
no car
A little frustrated now, I walk down a side street that I also use.
no car
I start to get a bit worried that maybe my car may have been towed. or worse yet... stolen. I start envisioning some thief robbing a bank and using my car as a get away car. Then I start to think about how I am going to deal with driving people up for the ski trip and I start to panic.
I work my brain harder to remember where I had parked, and the only thing that came to was that I had a hard time finding a spot the last time I was in the car. I decided to check the next street over where I very rarely park. As I pass the corner I check every spot right down to the end.
NO. FUCKING. CAR
I did a double take around the usual block to no avail and decided to head home and bring the bad news. My dad decides to do one last check with me, and so off we go walking the block as my dad tries to help me remember where I left the car.
We clear each area again to no avail, and I begin to ponder about getting a new car.
"what if you parked up this street' my dad asks.
I told him that was ridiculous because I would never park that far from the house. i would circle the block until i found a spot closer to home or i would park behind the house illegally and then find a spot later.
"just check anyways" my dad insists
So up we went and after the 3rd car, there she was. silver sunfire, covered in snow.
I thought to myself. what the fuck. when did i settle with this spot. and what a shitty parking job i did. one of the wheels is on the freakin sidewalk. but to the best of my memory i was getting frustrated with not finding a spot so i could very well have decided to park there.
We begin to clear the snow off the car and as i get to the wipers, i noticed a piece of paper drenched and nearly in pieces. i tried piece it together, but could barely make out the words. The first thought that came to mind was concerned neighbours that my car was on the sidewalk, but upon putting all the pieces together, i found that it was actually a letter from the city saying they had to move my car so that they could do some pruning / snow removal.
Finally relieved that the mystery had been solved, me and my dad start laughing at how the situation turned out. I had no idea the city would do such a thing. but it's scary to think how easily someone can just pick up your car and move it without you even knowing.
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