I just re-read my post. It made absolutely no sense.
Good job on my part. I'll try again later.
Morgan.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Post Numero 3
Well I decided that Jesse's already begun to have too much fun with this and that I should slash him down with my masterful writings. Of course I only kid. I will return shortly, as I'm going to continue with my post (not that you would have known that I left or anything but I thought I'd inform you).
I have returned to my computer with a warm cup of tea in hand, yes warm, not hot. I hate drinking steaming hot beverages. I like it when there just slightly warmer than hot, so that I don't burn myself.
Anyhow, this post is very much pointless. I just didn't want to feel left out from posting since Jesse has already begun.
Lately I've been really begun to realize how quickly both of our lives will be changing. How many 17 year old, freshly graduated, kids do you know moving to a foreign country alone? I certainly don't know any...well apart from us two. The best part about this whole thing is that it's Jesse and I doing it. Because we're just fantastically interesting individuals, searching for some adventure.
Anyways, I believe I'm done for now. I'm beginning to get tired and I really don't remember what I just typed. Oh well.
Morgan
I have returned to my computer with a warm cup of tea in hand, yes warm, not hot. I hate drinking steaming hot beverages. I like it when there just slightly warmer than hot, so that I don't burn myself.
Anyhow, this post is very much pointless. I just didn't want to feel left out from posting since Jesse has already begun.
Lately I've been really begun to realize how quickly both of our lives will be changing. How many 17 year old, freshly graduated, kids do you know moving to a foreign country alone? I certainly don't know any...well apart from us two. The best part about this whole thing is that it's Jesse and I doing it. Because we're just fantastically interesting individuals, searching for some adventure.
Anyways, I believe I'm done for now. I'm beginning to get tired and I really don't remember what I just typed. Oh well.
Morgan
2nd post.
So, I guess this is the first actual post of our new blog. The one that came before this was simply to entice you and make you think "ha, well, this could be at least mildly interesting". Hopefully it worked. I guess if you're reading this, it worked.
If you must know, this blog is to be maintained by both Morgan and I as we document our lives, and our presumed travels and adventures. The situation is as follows.
Morgan is currently living in Winnipeg, finishing up school and preparing to move to Airdrie, where our adventure is set to begin.
I (Jesse Staples) am living in Airdrie (quite obviously) and awaiting Morgan's arrival to Airdrie, where our adventure is set to begin.
The basic plan is to obtain night shift work for maximum pay, then to move off to Plymouth in the UK. Why you ask? I'm not entirely sure, there are many different reasons, which I', sure will be covered in subsequent posts.
This blog will simply be a place in which we can update friends and family of our situation, whilst perhaps posting a few stories and musings along the way. There won't be a concrete structure for the blog, posts will happen as they happen and you'll never know what you might get.
Both Morgan and I will be posting separate stories as they come, as well as combined posts when we get the chance. I'm sure the posts will come flowing in quite quickly for the first while at least, so check back regularly.
Until next time I suppose.
Joseph.
If you must know, this blog is to be maintained by both Morgan and I as we document our lives, and our presumed travels and adventures. The situation is as follows.
Morgan is currently living in Winnipeg, finishing up school and preparing to move to Airdrie, where our adventure is set to begin.
I (Jesse Staples) am living in Airdrie (quite obviously) and awaiting Morgan's arrival to Airdrie, where our adventure is set to begin.
The basic plan is to obtain night shift work for maximum pay, then to move off to Plymouth in the UK. Why you ask? I'm not entirely sure, there are many different reasons, which I', sure will be covered in subsequent posts.
This blog will simply be a place in which we can update friends and family of our situation, whilst perhaps posting a few stories and musings along the way. There won't be a concrete structure for the blog, posts will happen as they happen and you'll never know what you might get.
Both Morgan and I will be posting separate stories as they come, as well as combined posts when we get the chance. I'm sure the posts will come flowing in quite quickly for the first while at least, so check back regularly.
Until next time I suppose.
Joseph.
Things I Hate
I hate alot of things. You might say I hate alot of things. You'd be correct, and an idiot in saying so. You'd be correct, because I do hate alot of things. You'd be an idiot, because you'd simply be repeating what I had previously wrote. I suppose that now, you're curious as to what I hate now that I've given you the round-about. I suppose I also suppose I should tell you.
I hate tapeworms. Although I myself have never had the ill fate of aquiring a tapeworm, I (like many others I'm sure) find the thought of having a tapeworm simply revolting. I guess that makes me a bigot. I really know very little of tapeworms and their lifestyles. Perhaps then, I should be more tolerant towards tapeworms, just as I have learned in my life, to be tolerant of the lifestyles that others may choose. If I have learned to accept the lifestyles of other humans, then maybe I can obtain the courage needed to accept tapeworms into my life. A comparison can be drawn between tapeworms and dead unbaptised babies. For those of you who aren't familiar, dead, unbabptised babies end up in purgatory. Or limbo, or even hell depending on your current denomonation. Ragardless, I suppose the babies had little choice in the matter, much like the tapeworms had no free will in deciding to become such disgusting things. I'm sure they had no clue they'd come into this sacred world as such loathsome, revolting creatures.
Well, I've become slightly side-tracked.
Getting back to the point of this peice, I also hate when a large animal, say a bear for instance, decides it has the right to crawl into my room, climb the metal rungs of my ladder, plop down into MY bed, and feel it entirely neccesary to die. Worse yet, is when the animal chooses to die, sometime over the summer while I find myself floating gently down the green waters of the venice canal, soaking in the romantic ambiance of the 18th century decor, bathing in the moonlight whilst sipping a tall flute of the finest of ventian wines. It certainly puts a damper on my return home to find a rotted, puffy, 600 pound grizzly soaking into my sheets.
I hate tapeworms. Although I myself have never had the ill fate of aquiring a tapeworm, I (like many others I'm sure) find the thought of having a tapeworm simply revolting. I guess that makes me a bigot. I really know very little of tapeworms and their lifestyles. Perhaps then, I should be more tolerant towards tapeworms, just as I have learned in my life, to be tolerant of the lifestyles that others may choose. If I have learned to accept the lifestyles of other humans, then maybe I can obtain the courage needed to accept tapeworms into my life. A comparison can be drawn between tapeworms and dead unbaptised babies. For those of you who aren't familiar, dead, unbabptised babies end up in purgatory. Or limbo, or even hell depending on your current denomonation. Ragardless, I suppose the babies had little choice in the matter, much like the tapeworms had no free will in deciding to become such disgusting things. I'm sure they had no clue they'd come into this sacred world as such loathsome, revolting creatures.
Well, I've become slightly side-tracked.
Getting back to the point of this peice, I also hate when a large animal, say a bear for instance, decides it has the right to crawl into my room, climb the metal rungs of my ladder, plop down into MY bed, and feel it entirely neccesary to die. Worse yet, is when the animal chooses to die, sometime over the summer while I find myself floating gently down the green waters of the venice canal, soaking in the romantic ambiance of the 18th century decor, bathing in the moonlight whilst sipping a tall flute of the finest of ventian wines. It certainly puts a damper on my return home to find a rotted, puffy, 600 pound grizzly soaking into my sheets.
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