Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room; well I'm here with you...

Ok, I have decided that I am finished. What with the moving text and all, I grow weary of this exercise.

Alright, now watch me try to stretch this entire blog to the right a bit...

I was intending this to be a filler layout for a little while but I think I may have spent too much time on this one layout to turn it over real quick. But dammit all to hell, what's with the silly star rating thing that haloscan is scamming into its design?!

Items that are not sold/cannot be found at any of the stores within the entire Markville Mall shopping complex:

Handkerchiefs
Rope
Sponge balls (possibly the most "obscure" item on this list)
Change bags
Matches

To be fair, I didn't actively look for matches after my search for the other items failed to yield results. After all, how could I expect to find matches if I can't find rope or handkerchiefs?

From a discussion thread for Snakes on a Plane:

"Why did the ugly and boring people get bitten first?!" - First post
"Because if they didn't, people like you would then start another thread ranting about how ugly and boring the survivors were" - Jon Wong

Yeah that's right.

And I still need a pair of travel pants! Seriously, this veteran traveller refuses to sit 15 hours on a plane in jeans.

I think my blogskins account has expired due to lack of usage for the past 4 years. Then again, I can't sign up again with the same email address. So quoi the hell?!

I could go for a slushee right about now. It's funny, I think this has been the first time in my entire life I have ever felt the urge to have one of those.

Last day at the high school where I've been doing my prac. I got a present from my last period grade 11 U English class, which was nice. I had this one awkward moment early on in the class when we (Ms. V. and I) were collecting the in-class essays. It was generally chaotic, as high school classes tend to be, with people shoving their papers in our face, as if we weren't going to get them in due time anyway. But this girl, who missed about my half my classes due to rugby, came in and rushed to the front, again saying that she had to leave because she had rugby but wanted to hand in her essay first. So I took her essay and said something like "Good luck in the future" which I guess reminded her it was my last day so she says "Oh yeah, it's your last day isn't it". I nod my head, with my attention already focused on other essays, and she says something like "Aw, I'll miss you!" before throwing her arms around me! Of course, alarm bells went off and I thought "Ok, you just broke like 50 cardinal rules in the 'guide to being a young teacher' handbook, if one should exist". By the time I recovered from the shock to do anything, she was already flying out the door. But whatever. She's the one who overheard me ranting to Ms. V. about how I could work in the States again this summer and *still* not be of legal drinking age because I'm 20.

The present was nice though. They all chipped in a dollar and bought me a book of magic tricks for cards complete with a dual set of Bicycles. So I'm finally done my extended prac. Now I can sit at home and stare at the ceiling.

I also love teen comedies set to a high school backdrop. I really do.