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11月13日 Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.So yeah, thought I would start that off with a funny quote.
Nothing has really been happening here in Ottawa, my boyfriend kinda left or he's been missing for about a week and a hlaf now, so that kinda sucks ass. I try not to think about it too much, because obviously, if he didn't want to be with me theres no sense in crying over spilled milk. However there is that little nagging part in me that thinks maybe he is hurt somewhere...ah well, I won't know until the police call me up will I. It's a very stressful, irritating time for me and everyone else involved in his life. Silly thing is I love him very much, and will continue to do so. On the bright side, Pat will be home soon (thanks for that Chris
 ) that means that I am most likely going to be whisked away for some amazing weekend. Well, I miss them both. Other than that I am heading out to the Theory of A Deadman concert in about 15 minutes so that should be an amazingly good time. Well I just wanted to let you guys know that I AM STILL ALIVE. And a little irritated with you buggers because you never write me  and that makes me an extremely sad panda! By the Way Guys, I am starting my online huggathon rite......now.
 Massive hugs to all those who read this, and please don't hesitate to hug me back the worst you could do is cheer me or anyone else up!Hugs and Kisses,
Lesley 10月10日 Holy Mother of GodSo, its been a while since I've actually written in here...not that you B*stards read this anyway (and if you do you know I love you). So yeah not much new has been going on here in Ottawa, I am an administrator for "Ottawa's fastest growing business..." and I've grown to hate paperwork. I have a new boyfriend, well, he's not exactly "new" we've been going out for almost 3 months (or is it 4?) his name is Chris and I love him to pieces. Mommy's coming down in another week or so and I get to spend some time with her (I haven't seen her in like 3 years). I totally missed my best friends birthday and I am the biggest skeeze bag in the world for it, happy 20th Karl, and I'm sorry I missed your bday!!! I have the bestest birthday gift for you in the world, it has to be because I am the biggest jerk in the world. Unfortunately I did not get to go have some of Gramma's cooking for thanksgiving because I was unable to rent a car through AVIS because they stink like...well, I won't slam them because I guess they try (insert roll of the eyes here) so I guess I will have to go up to Gramma and Grandpas when my mom comes down. I can't wait for them to meet Chris, suprisingly enough, I really hope that they like him (right, because Grandma and Grandpa have a HUGE say in who I go out with) but still, life will be so much easier if they do like him right? I am such a big loser, I have absolutely no life, I am either sitting at the front desk booking interviews, faxing paperwork or pretending to be busy or I am sitting at home eating food and watching reruns of Friends...(best show ever). Naja will be back from Halifax tonight and I am suber duber excited because than we can sit around the house, eat food and watch friends together...oh joy. We haven't really changed much, sure I've gotten prettier but we always knew that would happen (right nudge?) totally kidding. I love you Naja. Please don't hurt me. Please.
So yeah, I am going to Toronto this weekend, I am really excited about it because I have never really BEEN to Toronto, I mean I have been to Toronto but I haven't really gotten a chance to look around there because I was too busy working my bum off. So we're going to TO for a couple of days (fri and sat) and then we are going to Hamilton for the Leaders Conference (because I am so a leader right? Wrong.) I am just going to be there to take lots of pictures and make sure Amanda doesn't freeze while giving her speech...as well as making it as difficult as possible. So on Thursday, Amanda and I are going to go suit shopping...I am looking forward to that, I don't think that I have ever owned a suit...other than my cadet uniform of course, but that doesn't count. When did I become such a girl you ask? I haven't really I just kinda HAVE to because of my job requirements, that means at least once or twice this week I have to straighten my hair or wear some make-up...BLEGH. Too much time and effort put into wearing make-up when I'm only going to wear it for like twelve hour or rub it off half way through the day. Pfft. Pain in the ass requirements.
Well, I think I just wanted to let everyone who ACTUALLY reads this know that I am still alive, kicking and breathing...among other things.
So I love you all.
Ciao,
Lesley 1月12日 My New Years Adventure...you guys r gunna luv thisOkay, so I had to work on New Years...sounds like blegh right there doesn't it???? Well, you're wrong, it was awesome. It was so slack and we had a lot of fun last night, especially with me and my hoarding of the champagne and Sex on The Beach...mmmm...anyway, so, the adventure begins...after everyone punched out, Eb****** asked if I wanted a ride somewhere...so I asked him if I could get a ride to the Transitway and he dropped me off at Bank and Albert...party Central (not really, it was really dead) so I saw this guy stumbling towards me and he asks the time...and I tell him lol (10 to 3) and then we strike up this conversation, and although this guy is pissed off his rocker, he has a pretty awesome life 4th year university studying philosiphy, a kid (i think) a real thinker...anyways, the f**king bus driver tells me that the 97 is the last bus going south...(Unfortunately it doesn't go where I want it to go...) So I figure, hey wtf, I will take it to Lincoln Fields and figure something out there...where there is Warmth. So I get there and I go to the warm place that is on the inside and there is one PISS LOADED GUY, two girls and two guys, one of whom is VERY snobbish and seems to have an anger problem...but yeah, I ended up spending the better part of my New Years with this cool guy (I don't even know his name haha) in a bus shelter...then I went home and slept...
Happy New Years! 12月27日 Merry Belated Christmas!!!Merry Christmas everyone, and I hope you all have a safe and happy holidays!!!
Now down to business (lol, nothing is ever business with me
 ) So I had a wonderful Christmas...I got woken up in the morning, I opened all 4 of my presents and then I went to my uncles parents house where I got some Laura Secord chocolates (OH YEAH!!!! SCORE!) Then I went to Jamies and had a quiet Christmas dinner with him, his mom, his brother Andre and his son Ethan (the cutest thing in the world!!!) After that I stayed for a bit and watched a movie and then hauled my ass all the way home...stupid buses running on a stupid reduced sunday schedule...well sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it? It was in it's own sort of boring way. Je T'aime toute le monde, et Joyeux Noel!!!
I'm out,
Lesley B.
12月19日 Dilemna? Dilemma? Whatever!Okay, three blogs in one day...I know, its totally mind blowing, but hey, what can you do...except read.
I need some adivce from anyone willing to give it...except Brad, because I know he'll just say "I told you so" lol.
Here's my Dilemna:
Almost four years ago, my friend Tammy K. introduced me to this guy named Jamie, now I thought Jamie was an awesome guy, so awesome that I wanted him to be my boyfriend. But me being shy and all that jazz (plus I was going out with Brad at the time) I never got up the courage because I thought that he wouldn't like me like that (considering the fact that I thought that he was like, in love, with Tammy) so, we spread apart and I never really spoke to him again, Tammy talked about him a few times here and there, and I asked about him because I really did like him alot when we hung out...but nothing really came out of it. Now, as you all know, I moved back to Ottawa and it will be almost a year that I've been here, and one night when I was on my way home from my friend Sammy's dorm at Carleton U and who should I run into, but Jamie, we talked for a bit and then he recorded my phone number on his video camera...I didn't think he would call me, but he did the next night when I was sitting on the computer (wow, what a shocker) he told me all about his life...how now, three years later, he had a kid and he was a little bit messed up from a previous relationship with his baby's mommy. Then, he admitted something that had me a little taken aback, he had wanted to ask me out four years ago when I first met him, but by the time he had worked up the courage I was gone. That had me wondering: "Do I still like Jamie?" of course the answer was yes, I don't think I had ever stopped liking him, he just kinda sat at the back of my mind. So, after a few visits we got invloved and he told me that he still liked me...but, what I didn't realize was how much he had changed...there was no more care-free Jamie that I remembered from those few years ago, he looked older, he had a kid, he had so many problems that I had to stop and say "Do I want this? Is it worth it?" You know what, it is worth it, he may be my complete opposite but he's the best. He's honest, trustworthy, sweet (at times), and funny...there's more, I just don't have a lot of time. I wanted to help him, because I care about him, and because I hate seeing people I love and care about suffer...the only problems were this:
1. He wants time before he asks me out, and thats fine, I understand that. But as we all know, I'm a little impatient.
2. He doesn't like it when I call him my "boyfriend", which kind of upsets me, but I don't want to talk to him about it bc he gets a little irked.
3. His self esteem is almost gone (bc of his ex) and it's hard sometimes.
So what do I do guys, should I keep at it, because I care about him?
I'm out
LB You know what...You know what I hate...I hate how this is SUPPOSED TO BE A BLOG WHERE YOU CAN WRITE YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS but you're not ALLOWED TO WRITE SWEAR WORDS...you guys suck. Sl*t SpermThis reminded me of Jamie when we were at the hospital the other night...especially the part thats highlighted...in yellow...not that he's really like that, but I thought it was funny anyways.
The wrongs we're doing for Mr. Right
Sylvie Hill And sometimes the most lost and wasted attract the most balanced and sane And the wild and reckless take up with the clock and the timed and the mixture is all of us and we're still mixing. From "She Came Along to Me," Wilco, Bragg and Guthrie Sometimes when I'm chillin' with my male friends, I get a bit wonky. And that's okay. 'Cause like many single Ottawans, I'm in training. Cue Rocky theme song. Like the other Saturday night, I was hanging out at Mario's place with him and his buddies. We were listening to super great tunes, enjoying the wicked view from the all-glass condo downtown, sharing hilarious stories, laughing at how low-waist jeans show off your bum crack, and eating pizza. Super fun! The dudes were mixing up some cold adult beverages and my ginger ale was pretty damn refreshing, let me tell you. A perfect Saturday night, really, until... ...I went to bite into my pizza slice and the tomato goop squirted McCain Pizza Pockets-style down my wrist. And all hell broke loose. It wasn't that I was embarrassed by the physical mess. It was the mental one in my messed-up head that ensued, post squirting. See, the problem was that I expected Mario to fetch me a Kleenex to clean up and he didn't. What an a-hole, right? Was he that distracted by my brilliant commentary upon Wilco, Billy Bragg and Woody Guthrie? And when I was, like, "Crap!" when the sauce spillage occurred and he jumped up to go to the other room
Wrong. He came back with a CD. Reader, have you ever got pi**ed at someone for not doing something they had no idea they were supposed to do? In my fantasy re-enactment where Mario plays an awesome boyfriend, he was failing miserably. But I'm not alone in my psychosis. Actual real couples in Ottawa get into real fights because of phantom expectations just like mine. Remember when your husband didn't answer his mobile on Valentine's Day, and you assumed he was too busy overseeing the famous chef who was cooking you an exquisite surprise dinner? When he showed up with McDonald's, you kicked his a**-. Or how about when you outlined a master plan for a nice romantic night to your boyfriend as he was half-baked or falling asleep and you perceived his silence as compliance? How pleased were you that Friday night, coming home to a house full of men and a hockey game? You ignored him all weekend. That was me in relationships. And the maniacal thinking slips into my innocent friendships with the opposite sex sometimes, reminding me that I'm either still a fu**ing nutter or that it's high time to fix the problems. Problems, say, like fortune telling. I have this habit of fast-forwarding into the future to screen what life will be like with a dude I just met. And with Mario, within seconds of my secret drama, I predicted that if he was too absorbed and careless to get me a tissue, can you imagine how he'll treat me as a lover? He'll be one of those "I don't like condoms" guys and with his sl**t sperm, he'll impregnate me with four loser children. On top of raising Mr. Lazy A**'s children, I'll end up taking extra jobs to pay the maid (who he'll f**k in front of little Dante, Giovanni, Sylviani and Bonita, poor souls) to clean up our house 'cause he's a filthy pig. He'll abandon us all. He'll move back into his condo (with his secretary), which will give him a good view of me and our half-Mediterranean brats dumpster-diving behind Lapointe's and stealing turnips from the Byward Market farmers' stalls. I'll have to form a mother-and-kids gypsy band and busk for coins on Rideau. Don't even request Wilco, man - the painful memories will exacerbate my eczema. Wow. In two minutes, and unbeknownst to Mario, I had had sex with him, got married and divorced, and started a band with our mixed-breed children with horrendous names all because of a fantasy freakin' Kleenex. Is it any wonder I'm single for the first Christmas since 2000! But thank Christ! I've got a few wrongs to right before I inflict them on any living male in relationship form. Obviously I haven't fully detached from my system the bombs that blew up my past relationships, such as impatience, assuming, projection and, the worst of all, insane fantasizing. And that's why single guy friends are so important to us chicks. They're like guinea pigs or a test ground, an outlet and means to diffuse our freakiness. They help us help ourselves clean up our own messes and store our baggage before Mr. Right comes along. Without knowing it, they force us to look at things differently. Like when a guy forgets your Kleenex, but brings you a great CD instead - cut the f**ker some slack already. XXX 12月18日 Karl's Centurion Christmas PartyKarl, you have outdone yourself this time my friend, lol, that was the best party ever!!! You are SO having another one next year...just don't let me get too close to the bar okay?
So on Friday night Karl, my bestest buddy, had a party at our work, the Centurion Conference and Event Centre...I know right? Blegghhh, why would you have a party at the place where you work? Well, I don't know, ask Karl. Anyway, I brought my "friend" Jamie with me and we got their around 7:45PM (late, as usual, sorry Karl) I thought,
"Oh no, theres all these people I don't know, and they're looking at me...I DON'T BELONG!!!!" But I can't even begin to imagine how Jamie felt...not that he noticed since he headed straight for the bar anyway. Thanks John, I love you! (John was the bartender) And so the drinking began...We had so much fun, as I think I wrote somewhere in one of these blog entries, I don't dance, I can't dance...I just can't...but you see, I think I have found a solution to that problem... 1. Drink 5 "John Specials" and seven beers...
2. Protest when someone (Brian) asks me to dance...but get up and go anyway.
3a) Stand there, on the dance floor, and not dance (making myself look like a retard)
b) Get taught by someone (Brian lol)
After a while I decided to get taught by Brian...we had so much fun. I slow danced with KARL!!! OMG, me?! Slowdancing?? I know! I did with Brian too but he was too tall lmao. Jamie didn't want to dance...:( That made me sad, but I was happy afterward bc he made me laugh on the way home in the cab...
"Are we there yet?" *slurred words...falling asleep* "Look we're right here?! We're like on my street...look Lesley, look!"
"No, I don't want to, I'm too drunk..."
On Friday we made some awesome new memories! Wait until I get the pictures!!!!
I'm out...
LB
PS- "Brian?! Did you just spit in my work?!"
11月26日 Worst DAY EVERSo today I woke up and felt like my ribs had been used as a punching bag...that's right...I hurt myself again. I was running for the bus last night and the strap on my bag hooked onto the doorknob and wiped me right off my feet...not only did I bruise my poor leg...but I also bruised my ribs and fractured my collar bone...luckily I've fractured my collar bone before so it isn't bothering me as much as my ribs are. Stupid doorknob. Yeah, so then I woke up and went to work, arriving almost two hours earlier than I was supposed to. So I started work early, to my surprise the job for today was to pack 800 cookies into little ziploc bags...then, after the cookies were done I was supposed to pack them (along with one bag of chips, a little piece of cheese, four hershey's kisses and an orange) into a little plastic bag with a smiling santa on the front exclaiming "Joyeux Noel" Joyeux Noel my ass...I'll show you Joyeaux Noel trying to pack 800 bags of chips into a stupid little plastic bag. It's not Joyeux trust me, it sucks butt. But it's also fun to escape my room (aka the fireplace) and bring little hershey's chocolates to everyone exclaiming "Wanna Kiss?" everyone wanted a kiss lol...that was the fun part. But I still felt pain...when I went into the kitchen to find Tylenol I found these little finger condoms...and one of the cooks said "Hey look it's ***m's size of condoms..." hehe making ***m turn red where he was cutting cheesecake HA! That's payback for making me lose ten dollars you bum. But then I called Jamie, and woke him up (again *sigh* it seems like I'm always waking him up or something, even when it's 2PM) so I told him I would call him back, failing to mention the little accident that I had concerning that extremely tender area (my ribs) that he so enjoys poking, hopefully I get to tell him before he does it...otherwise I won't be "Haha...stop tickling me" He will be like "Lesley! You're breaking my fingers!" Unfortunately it looks as though my love life is non-existent, that's right, I know eh? A great catch like me? But someone *HINT HINT* is being Dutch and won't ask me out, which means that either:
A) I follow Pierre's directions and give him time...or
B) I just ask him out myself...if he ever calls me back.
Boy's are weird I tell you, one minute they say they like you and they want to be with you, but the next minute they're all macho and shit and they don't really care about you. Well, sorry if I feel a little offended, at least I return phone calls. And sorry, if I feel a little crappy about you know, the stupid doorknob incident and I want to talk to someone. Maybe I should find someone who will actually say "Ah Lesley, I'm sorry you're feeling so shitty, I'll be right over to give you a hug and a peck on the cheek." Like I said, boys are weird. I am now at the computer with the hiccups...
ME: *HICCUP* "OUCH!?" *HICCUP* "OWWWEEEE" Its only 10PM, I wish someone would call me and talk to me, I'm really really REALLY bored and I wish that I had something to do tonight, but I don't, so I will be all alone (this is where you start going "Awww poor Lesley") lol I'm jk, I'll prolly just watch a movie and sleep, and then in the morning I will wake up and go to work and call Jamie at like 8PM and see what he is doing. Because I can't keep promises to myself, I say I won't call him but I will, tomorrow. TOMORROW I said! Well, I'm going now, I think I need to drink a glass of water or something these hiccups are killi-*HICCUP*-ng me. I'm Out,
LB
PS- Is this not the cutest picture you have ever seen in your life...it's just too much.
PPS- This is SUCH a cute comic...yeah thats right, I'm in my cute zone.
PPPS-> Happy 44 Birthday Uncle Robin, I miss you! 11月19日 Holy Snow....I hope there are no kids reading this...my profanity is horrible...hehe. Well, let me tell you people something, yesterday, I didn't go out all day. I didn't do anything, I just sat around the house because I wanted to relax so I could be ready for work...
Little did I know that the earth was changing...
The grass, well, I guess you could call that brown stuff on my lawn grass, was changing colors! COLORS I TELL YOU...you'll never believe what color it turned.
Come on, guess at least *sigh* all right, I'll tell...it was turning white (GASP) Yes, white, I know. So I stepped outside in my slippers, joggers and t-shirt...only to run back inside and get that warm thing...what's it called again? Oh yea, a jacket. Then, when I stepped outside, it happened, it fell on me...now, I'm not normally the type of person who gets all "EEEEEKKKKK" at the site of something so horrific I wanted to burn my eyes out of my head, but this was scary...very scary. And it was on me.
IT WAS ON ME...so I started flailing my arms...screaming:
"Oh GOD, GET IT OFF ME, ITS ON MY BACK I CAN'T REACH IT, GET THE SON OF A B*TCH OFF ME" And then, well, something amazing happened, something truly amazing...
Jesse came outside and said: "Lesley, what the hell are you doing?"
And I said: "But it was on me, it was right here a second ago...I swear it was"
Jesse: "What was?"
Me (looking shocked and confused at the same time): "That evil, the evil white stuff."
Jesse: "You mean snow?"
Me: "Snow? Oh yes, snow."
Jesse, shaking his head at me and going back inside: "God Lesley, I swear you are such an idiot sometimes."
So guy's, it snowed yesterday...if you didn't catch the hidden meaning of this story.
HAHA SUCKERS YOU HAVE TO SHOVEL...
I'm out.
LB
11月17日 I'm HERE!!! HERE!!!Well, here I am sitting at the computer at 3:07AM doing...well, doing absolutely nothing. I thought this would be a great oppurtunity to catch up in this little blog of mine. There hasn't been much going on as of late, but every once in a while I have a few surprises (that usually come when I'm on the bus haha), I know I haven't written a lot for a while (Riiiighhhtt because I'm so sure you guys religiously read it
) but some new things have happened since I last wrote (Before Remembrance Day) I have a job...it's a fairly good job, I work at a Conference and Event Center (Thanks Karl and thanks Pierre for that excellent reference letter) and I make a good amount of money usually. I don't really do very much, my routine is pretty boring, I sleep, I eat, I talk on msn, I work...sometimes I'll go out to visit friends (Karl and Tammy are my saviors and I bow to you for getting me out of the house every once in a while...the anti-social person that I am) shop for hours or just go and hang out, then I'll go back to my same ole routine, but I think things are changing for the better! About a month ago, I got a phone call from another friend of mine, Jason, who had wonderful news: He is going to be a daddy! Way to go Jason *whistle* you'll be a great dad, I know it, you're a great person in general how could you not be a good parent? Just try not to think TOO much. We ate, talked about some things, laughed about others (and I mean laughed...probably because he thought that I was going to be the next in line to get pregnant HAHAHA not with my non-existant sex life). Then, just when I thought that I was going back to that old routine AGAIN, I saw one of my best friends from way back when we were in Junior High, Sammy, that crazy chick. We went back to her dorm and drank for a bit, then we had a little adventure downtown and a little misadventure with the cab driver getting back to the dorm "You're going to tell him that you have no money on you" Sammy: "Yeah I will"
Me (eyeing her suspiciously): "Okay."
When I get in the cab she doesn't say anything except: "Carleton University" and under her breath "Shut up, don't say anything"
She's just trying to get me arrested...
I love you though Sammy.
 I went to Quebec in October for a few days with my good friend Pierre, and we had a great time as you can see from the pictures...THANK YOU PIERRE!!! I had a lot of fun, and if you decide to stay in Montreal than I will come and see you every once in a while. Don't worry about anything either, things have a way of working themsleves, and I'm sorry I give you so much crap all the time. The other day I saw an old friend, Jamie, and he invited me over to his place...
You thought something happened, didn't you? If you did then I have dirty-minded friends...
 No, I went over to his place to hang out with him and his brother and mom, it had been such a long time since I had spoken with him that I completely forgot how funny was...I remembered later when my sides were aching from laughing so hard. He's a good guy.
On a sadder note, I'm still having a difficult time with the passing of my uncle, I don't think I'll ever be the same as I was when he was alive. Sometimes living in Ottawa reallly gets to me, seeing all the places that my uncle and I used to go to sit and talk gives me that empty feeling in my stomach and my heart, and then the tears will come. I know it's sad, but it's true. I can't go by Westboro beach without thinking the hundreds of times he came in the door on a hot Summer day and said "Coming to the beach Les?" and I regret saying no half the time. I miss him, alot.  Lately I have been having this retarded problem, I'll be sitting there, on a bus, in a library and I will think about something and I'll just burst out laughing...that's probably why no one approaches me...because they all think I'm crazy
 ...well they're half right. You need to me half out of it to live where I live. Well, I thought I would just let everyone (like what? one person) that I'm still alive and kicking. I am doing a lot better...thanks everyone for getting me drunk and making me laugh through the hard times. I'm out
-LB
PS- this is the new add for the tobacco companies...lol jk, it's me being an idiot.
11月12日 Remebrance day"Obligation isn't one of the words I think about when Remembrance comes around, honor, integrity, hope maybe, but not obligation. I understand why people think "Oh, you're a cadet, you have an obligation to be a part of Remembrance Day.". But it's not, I think it's an honor to be part of the one day a year that all those men and women are remembered for, not only what they did long ago, but what they are still doing today. When you can be a part of something so great that it is hard to find the right words to describe it, it is not obligation I feel, it is a great sense of pride for my country. I raise my head proudly to be next to those heroes who I have long looked up to, I may not fully understand the hardships they have faved, nor the sadness that they have overcome, and I don't believe I ever will. However, I understand what they did for us. I understand the red poppy I wear is a symbol of those great people, those ordinary citizens just like you and me, who are lost to us forever and those who are still alive that will never forget. It's hard to believe that now, many years later, people are forgetting the great lengths that these people went to keep us safe, that only a small amount of those heroes from long ago exist today, after all they have done for us how can we forget? How can we forget that they left their families, their homes, to go off to foreign places and fight an enemy for our country? How can we ever understand waht fueled them to run over those hills into battle, what kept them alive when they lay in those trenches, the happiness they felt by being surrounded by so many different people from different places that had become a second family, and the loss they suffered. You shouldn't have to be reminded of the sacrfices they made so that our generation could live in peace. I am no longer a cade, but I will still walk proudly when I lay a wreath, I will wear my poppy over my heart, I'll still feel that lump in my throat and the tears in my eyes, I'll salute them, because, even though it may not be much that I have to give, but it will mean alot to them, to know that what they did has not been left unnoticed, to know that we still thank them for what they've done to keep us safe and free. I will repeat the vow "We will remember them" a promise I will always keep. Remembrance Day has always been a special day for me, ever since I was a little girl, except now I'm not watching from my dad's shoulders and covering my ears from the sound of the canons. I'm standing next to brave men who, on the outside may look old, but on this day, on the inside they are the same young men who came home to their loved ones. I stand next to men and women who wear their uniforms proudly, who are not afraid to weep for those they lost so long ago. If you could only learn the things that I have learned from those heroes that are left, then, on that day you would never forget. Novemeber 11th is a day that those men and women who sit and stand among us, thsoe heroes, are the reason why I am so proud to be Canadian. Thank you."  9月23日 Wisdom Teeth and *shudder* dentistsOkay, so, my EVIL wisdom teeth are coming in and believe me they are killing me...plus I am drooling excessively due to the fact that I am teething, yes, I, an 18 year old girl, is teething like my 2 year old nephew is. Ohhhhh the pain. But, I have a dilemna, I am absolutely terrified of dentists because they enjoy poking at you and your teeth...I said it, poking. I haven't had a lot of fillings but the thought of a needle going into my mouth sends me into a panicked state...and now that I am thinking of having my wisdom teeth removed (which I am sure would be a good idea) I read up on what they do and I am even more worried...I don't like pain...wahhhh. Well, who likes dentists anyway? It would be horrible to be the child of a dentist...*shudder* ughhh...oh well, I suppose I should stop being a little baby and go get them removed...Yeah, I'll do it.
I'm out,
Lesley "Like you all wanted to hear about my teeth problems anyway" aha 9月22日 WHOAWHOA...WHOA...and yeah...WHOA ...ARE THEY frickin crazy? 2.00 a litre for Gas here in Ottawa by midnight tonight...ladies and gentlemen you better fill up quick. Well now that I have that off my chest I should talk about other things...like me, and go-karting. So I went Go-Karting today with my four cousins (one who is 31 lol big kid) and for twenty dollars we got fourty minutes worth of laps...well, seeing as my cousins are mental they tried to drive me off the road at least 10 or twenty times...only succeeding in running themselves off the road and not me. It was fun, it's a good way to spend a day. And I got a special go-kart because mine was SOOOOO frikin slow I think my cousins overlapped me 3 times in five minutes...which is alot of times. So the man told me to come in and I thought "Uh oh...I'm in trouble for running geoff into the tires" but he just wanted to give me a fast gokart. YAY. I wasn't in trouble. Well, nothing new lately in my world except that gas prices are, in the words of a great comedian "Them's crack prices" (Dave Chapelle). The weather hasn't been so good lately though, probably bc of all the hurricane activities...which now will set off another set of little words escalating into big words....
global warming...GLOBAL WARMING....GLOBAL WARMING
See I told you...I mean a damn 9 year old could tell you that the world is acting strange...god only know's whats next. In Barrhaven they found the missing body of Jennifer Teague, the girl that got kidnapped a week or so ago. I feel so bad for her parents...and for all her friends and family. But still, those stupid little girls INSIST on walking around wearing skimpy clothes after dark by themselves...prime kidnapping material. You'd think that maybe they would just cool it for a little bit but they won't. I mean, I am a big girl and I have my own defense strategy ("I DON'T KNOW YOU! THAT'S MY PURSE!") but really, I even get a little freaked out walking home, and I refuse to take my shortcut through the woods after dark... You always have to be aware of what's going on around you. Like I said, I have my own defense strategy but everything changes once the person after you pulls out a gun or some sort of sharp weapon...and even if they aren't carrying a weapon it's still scary as hell when someone grabs you from behind...like crap your pants scary, even when my friends do it to me I get scared if I don't know it's them...JEEZE...take precautions ladies, no one wants to end up missing. NO ONE. Well, that is my daily rant...hope you enjoyed it (not that i care if you did or not)
I'm out, Lesley "The Ultimate GO Kart racer....thanks to my boobs" ITS SO TRUE...what do you think the guy was just being nice? BAhahahaha don't make me laugh, he wasn't nice to my cousins like he was to me. 9月19日 My uncles funeral...Today was the funeral, actually I just came from there. I didn't think it was going to be so hard to be there but I had to leave every few minutes for some air, the smell of Gardenia's was suffocating me. And when the tears came, I knew then how hard it would be. There were people there I had never met and they were all telling me "You're Robins niece? He thought so highly of you" which would set off a fresh batch of tears running down my face and the search for a kleenex box NOT in use. I don't think he looked peaceful at all, actually, I thought that he didn't look like my uncle Robin at all, and I know they do the best they can, but still. There were messages left by families who had benefited from some of my uncles organs like his corneas and other things. This is what the obituary said in the newspaper:
DORKEN, Robin Accidentally, Thursday, September 15, 2005 Robin James Dorken age 43. Beloved son of Udora and Raymond Dorken. Loving father of Geoffrey, Matthew and Jesse. Husband of Mary Lee Dorken. Dear brother of Randy (Janet) and Gary (Ann). Friends may pay respects at the Kelly Funeral Home, 3000 Woodroffe Avenue (south of Fallowfield) Monday after 11 a.m. Funeral Service Monday in the Chapel at 1 p.m. In Memoriam donations to the Salvation Army appreciated.
I am so sad, and so tired of the grief that I just want to sleep.
I'm out,
LB 9月15日 Worst Day of My LifeWell today is the worst day of my life, the one person who has always been there for me, who has taught me to love, who has showed me respect and taught me to respect, who has been a mentor on all subjects he could handle, who was my father, whether or not the birth certificate says he is...passed away last night when he was riding his bike across the road and he was hit by a truck, and I can't tell you how empty I feel, I keep thinking that maybe this is a horrible nightmare, that maybe my Uncle Robin will be waiting over at the gym for me with a smile on his face and his favourite saying "You're a goddamn awful size Lesley" and even though deep down in my heart I know that we'll never have those inspiring conversations anymore about my future every time I close my eyes I think about that pain that will never go away. He was a good man, a great father and was always the first to be there for me and although he had tough times with his family and with his life in general he always kept going. I never thought this day would come, I mean, we talked about it yesterday...about how we were going to get an apartment together, how I wanted him to walk me down the aisle when I was married...little did I know that that would be the last time I would ever speak to him, I wouldn't be able to tell him how he has changed my life in so many ways, how he has always been there to give me a hug or a shoulder to cry on or how he's always been there to urge me on to greater things. I know, Pierre, tell him, he can hear me...but I can't hear him anymore and he can't re-assure me that everthing will be okay "Les" he can't tell me that he's fine and that pain is no longer an issue...well he knows that I love him and that I will always miss him and that he will never really be gone...he'll stay in my memory and my heart forever....Thank you.
"In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing"
-Robert Ingersoll-
I'm out, LB 9月7日 I know it's early...I know its still early, I know that the 4th anniversary for the September 11 tragedy is in 4 days but I won't be around to write in this blog for the memorial, so I'll write it early. September 11 was the tragedy that shook the world, does anyone remember where they were on September 11? I do. I was in my homeroom at school, millions of miles away from Ground Zero, I remember my teacher coming into the room and saying "The World Trade Center has just been hit" and I remember crying for all those brave people, firefighters, police officers, Emergency unit workers and everyone else. I remember watching the towers drop and thinking 'How could something so big fall so quickly?' and I remember the tears that burned my eyes and the lump in my throat. For two days thats all we saw, replays of those two towers falling, of the planes hitting them, of the people falling, of the debris. And how our hearts went out to those lost or missing and their families. I hope you all take a few minutes of silence for those heroes lost...I hope you never forget what happened to them and I hope it never happens again.
I'm out, LB 9月6日 Haha, you have to go to school!Well, the summer is over...well at least the holidays are, and now everyone has to go back to school which means there will be peace in the house for me, well at least until they come home. Well, I spent the last weekend of summer sleeping in and doing nothing...except, oh yeah, I went to my friends house and we ate chicken wings oh and I ate blueberry pie (shudder) I hate blueberries I haven't eaten anything with blueberry flavour in almost eight years. But I thought I might try it, so I had some. And I liked it but I didn't. Oh well, so that's how I spent my last weekend of summer before school started. Sad, isn't it? While most people I know were probably getting completely shitfaced and barbequeing (is that how you spell it?) and all in all having a good time I was sitting at my friends house eating barbequed chicken wings (well at least I got one thing right) hey, I loved eating at my friends house...it was fun. Then on Sunday, I slept...practically all day. Then on Monday (Labour day) I did the exact same thing as I did on Sunday. I can't believe how much I wasted my summer, I could have been partying!!! What is this world coming to? Well, I guess I'm growing up. Well I'm out, I promised I would get a job lol.
LB 9月2日 KatrinaI love writing about useless crap in my BLOG and it's mine so if you don't like what I'm writing about you don't have to read it...capiche? Anyway on a more serious topic, I was watching the news last night about the devestation that Hurricane Katrina (that bitch) left behind in New Orleans and two things came to mind...once again, if you don't like it then don't read the damn thing.
1. What the hell is wrong with the American people? Don't they realize that the people of New Orleans are dying? That they need help? I know everyone feels that this is such a tragic time but the only thing I hear about is the American Red Cross, the Sally Ann, and two guys from Ottawa doing something...Strike up a fundraiser, donate some food or clothing to those poor people forced...well not forced but that have no other means...to stay in New Orleans. I am eighteen years old and I racked my brain last night trying to think of something for the people there. I am eighteen years old and I damn well know that we aren't doing what we can to help them. Or maybe I'm just ignorant and I'm not seeing everything behind the lines. And I sincerely apologize if I am. But when I watch the news and see so many emotions running wild, what really stuck with me was a woman who had diabetes, who hadn't eaten in two days crying and saying "I don't want to die like this" it really strikes me. There is so much that I can see. People praying, people crying, people who are starving, people who need medical attention, violence, looting...and in the end all you can see is that people are losing hope. What the hell was that nonsense about leaving the patients from the hospital on the roof and then not coming to get them because of safety reasons...people DIED because of that little stunt. Can you blame the people for being angry? They've lost EVERYTHING. In the past week their lives took a turn for the worst...and now they are without homes, they are worrying about lost family members, they are upset because of the fact that they haven't been transported and its been almost a week. Someone said something to me last night that struck home on the subject...
"When the Asian tsunami hit they were there in a second helping people...and now, when it's in their own country, its taking them too long, it should have been done by now, they should have been out."
Which is true, and by no means is this tragedy to be compared to the tsunami that hit in December...they are both devastating...all I'm saying is do something, donate something to the red cross...because you cannot let these people lose hope.
2. The second thing I noticed was that the world is changing, which suggests climate change...we better start teaking better care of Earth because we're going to keep on going like we are and then it will be too late to fix it.
Anyway, I had to write this, it's my own opinion and thats that.
I'm out,
Lesley
Sorry, Adam, I hope your dad stays safe...9月1日 Yeah so...Well, strangely enough
 , my life has been EXTREMELY boring for the past couple of days...thats because I have no money (and you can't go anywhere without money...especially if you take the buses in Otawa) and I don't really want to ask Aunty if she can drive me somewhere because she'll probably forget to pick her favourite Bourgaize niece up (and I think her only one if I'm correct...oops, forgot that I had sisters...jesus) well the one that lives with her anyway...yeah she has that mental problem. I'm only kidding though, I just don't really want to go out, I enjoy staying at home and not talking to anyone...well, the only two people I can really hang out with are Karl and Tammy (Joey) and...well thats it, I don't really have very many friends in Ottawa anymore (since I packed up and left a couple of years back) and since, apparently, I am an emo for writing in this (by none other than my favouritest camp buddy Adam M) and having a space, I guess I won't have very many other Ottawa friends...but not only for those reasons...there are a few more that I am just picking off the top of my head.1. I am not very sociable...normally I am VERY outgoing and loud with my friends but when it comes to meeting new people I am generally struck mute...I think they call that being shy?
2. I attract complete weirdos...I mean look at Tammy...no I'm just kidding Tammy...but not about the part of attracting weirdos.
3. I am under the age of 19...which really does suck...I mean you probably don't understand but for me it would be great because I could go to a bar get drunk (not fall-on-your-face drunk but drunk enough to be very bold and meet new people)
4. I don't dance...because I'm not good at it...really, I know you guys are like "Whatever Lesley." but it's true...I suck at dancing.
5. I never, ever, make the first move (okay, once.) but not that I mean on guys or anything but even on people I would like to know better...I am the biggest chickenshit ever...I can go repelling, do a rope bridge, parachute off a tower but I can't approach ANYONE.
Well, I guess you know my weaknesses...they SUCK don't they.
It's unfortunate that I want to be a jounalist when I'm older isn't it. But still, I'm content with the friends that I have and I
 them all very much AND I wouldn't trade them for anyone...ever. Because they're funny, caring (okay well maybe not tammy...she can be a little disconcerting when you get dumped...)LESLEY: *crying and seeking sympathy* Me and Ian b-br-broke up!
TAMMY: *In a dissapointed voice* I go away for one week and you two break up...oh nooo now what am I going to do?
What she proceeded to do was set Ian and frying pan face up...a week after me and Ian broke up...and THEN she tried to set me up with Karl who is allergic to cigarette soke (keep in mind that I smoke)...
But I know she tried...and now I have another good friend, so it's all good, I just like to torment her about it.
As I was saying...
They're funny, caring, trustworthy, easy to get along with and just everything a great friend should be.
So, these are my last words to my friends...
Gli amici sono duri da trovare... ed impossible dimenticarsi. which means: Friends are hard to find...and impossible to forget.
And since I'm feeling partuicularly mushy today...here's my favourite Irish blessing just for you:
"May there always be work for your hands to do, may your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you."
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!! Not in the lezzy sense ladies...
I'm out,
Lesley
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