Okay, so it isn't Canadian Thanksgiving. Sue me.

I'M THANKFUL FOR YOU GUYS OMB YOU'RE THE BEST I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I'M GOING TO CRY OMB AND ALL MY FANS AND MY MOM HI MOM AND ALL THE PEOPLE THAT HELPED MAKE THIS POSSIBLE OMB I HAD A LIST BUT I CAN'T READ MY OWN WRITING SO ANYWAYS YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ALRIGHT NEVER GIVE UP HOPE I LOVE YOU ALL BECUASE I'M SO AWESOME OMB GOD BLESS

Yeah, you're right, I revamped my writing site thing.

Yeah, you're right again, it has no content.

Aren't you clever.

Truth be told, I don't feel like writing anything. So here goes.

I broke the speed limit by some 15 clicks today, for the first time since the accident. If felt mmm-mmm gooood.

I'm thinking of going to Thailand on a missions trip next summer. Yeah, I'd totally rather go to Boilivia, but that one is over camp, and the chances of me skipping camp to teach little black kids how to pray are kind of slim. Better to go to camp and teach little Thai kids how to pray.

It's like the afro for the white man, but its beautiful!

It seems like everyone's life is sucking really bad but mine. John has his various issues, Steve is starving (nearly dead in fact. someone should call World Vision and sponsor him), Beth is confused. A lot of people have been really distant lately, and some people I've very nearly fallen out of contact with, while I sit here, listening to some of the greatest music I've ever heard, mellowing out, not giving a tinker's cuss about what happens next. Maybe its a curse.

I drove solo for the first time since the accident, and its kinda freaky. I just don't trust anyone and that makes it tense. Like a mother!

I talked to this little kid on sunday about undergarments.

little kid:"I got new underwears"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and they're all long, like big kid underwear."
"Nice."
"They go down to my knees. Do you have that kind?"
"Are they boxers?"
"They're underwears."
"Yeah, but are they boxers? They sound like they're boxers."
"They're white and red and blue."
"That's cool. Boxers are the way to go."
"They're underwears."

Today at work before the shop opened I checked the TP and paper towel supply in the ladies' washroom. When I opened the door I saw that the seat was up. That kind of freaked me out.

It's all about the benjamins, baby. Not really. Or maybe it is! Anyways...

Chris burned me a CD of Spain; a sort of mellow-ish sounding group. I've tried to explain the sound to a few people, but always failed miserably. It's really hard to explain, but the best word I've heard to describe it was from Lisa, who said it was stoner music. She said, "Oh, Spain? Yeah, I was listening to them. They sound stoned." Chris, who was there, agreed with her, and I can see now why he couldn't really describe it to me before. He said it was like Coldplay, but then recanted that, because it really isn't close enough like them. It just has a little bit of their sound. Like maybe in the guitar work. The singer actually sounds a lot like the Marcy Playground singer.

As per band information it's almost impossible to come by, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, their name. Run a search for Spain and you get a lot of travel crap. But even if you find a fan site, it really doesn't have that much on it because of the second reason (that band information is hard to come by [as previously stated]): its an older band. Even their official web page was taken down. I think their last album was put out in '95. I do, however, know that they are from Spain.

I got a birthday card from Beth today! My mom checked the mail and she was all, "Oohh, another Daaaaanika?" and I'm all, "Yeah... I'm thinking, no."

But it was really hilarious Beth, thanks. I showed it to my mom and she thought it was a hoot. I'm going to hide it from George though because I think he's been snooping around my stuff.

I saw The Mexican this weekend, with Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts, and I gotta say, that is one fine movie. It was crude yet tactful, smart yet funny, morbid yet satisfying, disturbing yet fulfilling, frank yet interesting, gay yet straight.

Or maybe its just me.

Today while I was waiting for my bus, I saw this chick crossing the road and she tripped and fell and hit her knee on the pavemet. I asked her if she was ok and she said she was, she was just glad her pants didn't tear. But I felt all special for asking her.

...Dave, get a life.

Not many of you know this, buy I have a vampire in my closet. His name is George and he has a weblog. He is very polite and you should all make him feel nice and visit it. Oh, and he has an aversion to the letter "t", on account of its shape, so please bear with him.

Today, wrapping up the guitar lesson, my teacher said, "So just go through and clean up the barre chords." And I said, "Yeah. I'll just go barre hopping!." We chortled and then he said, "Speaking of bar-hopping, how's your brother enjoying college?"
"Oh, he likes it. He's been drinking a lot of beer."
"Well that's what its all about. Hell, thats why I went. But he's enjoying it?"
"Oh yeah. Especially Alexander Ke(ITHS)'."
"Oh man, don't get me started. And those commercials! Have you seen those?"
"Yeah! With the irate newfie and his kilt! 'Oh crap, look away.'"
"Who's the spilly talker?"

Tibia has changed my life. Or maybe "replaced" would be a better word. What the heck, Tibia is my life. In my old life, I couldn't hunt trolls. Troll hunting has an edge to it that my Old Life just didn't have.

Eric updated his blog! huzzah huzzah!

And unless some devilry deceives my eyes, it appears to have the same layout as this dyckhead.

Today, two days after the accident, dad used me as a sermon illustration. He was talking about providence, and about all the variables in the accident that could have made it so much worse and how blessed we are and how we have so much to be thankful for. After the service I was talking to Lisa about it and I said "Yeah, and I didn't get a scratch. I felt like superman!" She laughed and said "Were you even listening to the sermon?" and I said, "No, I was watching your son chew on your costco card." Well, that shut her up.

And now Kevin calls me Crash. You think you'd want people giving you cool nicknames, but really you don't.

Today, the day after the accident, was kind of scary. Dad drove me to work and a few times I thought a car wasn't going to stop for us and I sort of jumped. It might take awhile for that to wear off. But the accident made me realize that I am enjoying life. I mean, It would've sucked if it would've ended and everything right there, but I don't have any regrets, really. You have to laugh at stuff like that, otherwise what's the point? I mean, I guess you could also learn from it. Yeah, there's that. But laughing is just more sanitary I think.