Dear Cat and Jen: I am sorry.
If you are Cat or Jen and you are wondering why I am sorry, you will find out soon.
So here is what's what.
Sometimes I go all out at dinner time (this was just before my heart was broken by Asobi Seksu).
I have never been stood up on a date. Until now. Asobi Seksu and I were going to be hanging out on Thursday, my dad was out here visiting, but he graciously went out to Abbotsford that evening to give me my space. So I went out to where I was to meet Asobi for the first time (sort of a blind date). All that I found when I got there was a note, explaining why the date wouldn't happen. I didn't take a picture of the note, because I was ashamed.
I did however take a photo of all of the goodies I got from school.
My dad's doctor has told him that he needs to wear a helmet at all times from now on. So if you ever see a photo of him not wearing it, it means that someone PhotoShopped it out. If you do see him without it on, please yell at him. Yelling is the only effective way to make him realize that he is endangering himself, so really yell.
My great friend (and father) Laird and I went on a marathon bike ride all around the Lower Mainland. I stayed ahead of him a lot of the time, so I don't know if he kept his helmet on or not.
When I said, "all around the Lower Mainland," it was a gross exaggeration for the purpose of effect (hyperbole). I also should have capitalized "The." I am not sure about that rule or not though.
This guy is at UBC. He may look mean, but he didn't harass us at all, so I can only assume that he is friendly.
This is where the apology comes in. I am so sorry, but I went to Body Works 3 at Science World. It was so amazing that I will go again, and if you call me I will ruin everything about it, by blabbing.
You aren't aloud to take photos in the gallery, so this proves I just don't care about the rules. I was too scared to really compose the photos and I was shooting from the pocket, so I guess that means that I am scared. These are real dead guys doing stuff that real alive guys do, but without their skin on. No fake dead guys, real dead guys.
This photo proves that I am getting good at PhotoShop. Getting rid of the straps was tough.
This is the face of pride. Isabella, pride can be very dangerous, I will give you humility lessons.
Joy, however, is contagious.
Neighbours.
Dad and I went to Grandma's house in Abbotsford today.
She had some beautiful tomatoes, and explained her theory on why Dad needs the helmet now.
If you don't know why this picture is in here, then you need to get to know me better.
In order to cheer myself up from the Asobi Seksu fiasco, I am taking myself to a movie.
Well, that is all for now.
I have two hot dogs in my belly; I just finished listening to Casiotone For The Painfully Alone; I have no more pears; And there is one hour until the Junior Boys show.
So here is what's what.
Sometimes I go all out at dinner time (this was just before my heart was broken by Asobi Seksu).
I have never been stood up on a date. Until now. Asobi Seksu and I were going to be hanging out on Thursday, my dad was out here visiting, but he graciously went out to Abbotsford that evening to give me my space. So I went out to where I was to meet Asobi for the first time (sort of a blind date). All that I found when I got there was a note, explaining why the date wouldn't happen. I didn't take a picture of the note, because I was ashamed.
I did however take a photo of all of the goodies I got from school.
My dad's doctor has told him that he needs to wear a helmet at all times from now on. So if you ever see a photo of him not wearing it, it means that someone PhotoShopped it out. If you do see him without it on, please yell at him. Yelling is the only effective way to make him realize that he is endangering himself, so really yell.
My great friend (and father) Laird and I went on a marathon bike ride all around the Lower Mainland. I stayed ahead of him a lot of the time, so I don't know if he kept his helmet on or not.
When I said, "all around the Lower Mainland," it was a gross exaggeration for the purpose of effect (hyperbole). I also should have capitalized "The." I am not sure about that rule or not though.
This guy is at UBC. He may look mean, but he didn't harass us at all, so I can only assume that he is friendly.
This is where the apology comes in. I am so sorry, but I went to Body Works 3 at Science World. It was so amazing that I will go again, and if you call me I will ruin everything about it, by blabbing.
You aren't aloud to take photos in the gallery, so this proves I just don't care about the rules. I was too scared to really compose the photos and I was shooting from the pocket, so I guess that means that I am scared. These are real dead guys doing stuff that real alive guys do, but without their skin on. No fake dead guys, real dead guys.
This photo proves that I am getting good at PhotoShop. Getting rid of the straps was tough.
This is the face of pride. Isabella, pride can be very dangerous, I will give you humility lessons.
Joy, however, is contagious.
Neighbours.
Dad and I went to Grandma's house in Abbotsford today.
She had some beautiful tomatoes, and explained her theory on why Dad needs the helmet now.
If you don't know why this picture is in here, then you need to get to know me better.
In order to cheer myself up from the Asobi Seksu fiasco, I am taking myself to a movie.
Well, that is all for now.
I have two hot dogs in my belly; I just finished listening to Casiotone For The Painfully Alone; I have no more pears; And there is one hour until the Junior Boys show.
posted by Nathan at 5:04 p.m.
3 Comments:
Man I'm sorry to hear that you were stood up. That one has never happened to me. You're a great guy, and deserve the best.
It hasn't happened to you b/c you never ask.
Nathan, your niece is almost beyond cute
true.
Nathan
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