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I went to my parents house for christmas and ate food and opened gifts. I went to angies house and her realatives and ate food and that. it is a good christmas season.
Sometimes I wish I was in bolivia because i liked living there. and sometimes I wish I was in univeristy so i could be getting a good future. and sometimes i wish i was just traveling so i could learn more about people than what i know from saint john. but i guess everyone sometimes wishes things were different. i like what i am doing right now, things are okay.
i've been driving the army trucks for a driving course the last while. Yesterday I was told I wasn't supposed to have passed another military vehicle because supposedly we were driving in a packet or something like that. i don't think three trucks heading in the same direction for drivers training is much of a convoy, and i don't know why you would drive seventy kilometers down the four lane anyway.
I had this dream a while ago where the gerbil kicked a bunch of wood shavings out of his cage onto the floor and a few little mice starting living in it. Then in the dream I gave him a dirty sock and he chewed it in half and sleeps under half of it. Oh wait the sock part is real, the mice part was the dream.

found one of the old harmonicas and recorded a short blues tune, you can download it on the link to the left under stories. that's about all I have to say right now.

They should really put occupied signs on public bathroom stalls instead of the cracks beside the door. You're sitting on the toilet or whatever and some person checks to see if anyone is in that stall, and you are watching them do this. Then when they see you, you can tell they are thinking that you probably think some weird person was trying to watch you use the bathroom.
Anyway one of the most dreaded things while I go through the day is seeing someone I went to highschool with. If it is someone you knew quite well that means you have to say something to them. If you just saw them but didn't know them in school then a simple nod or smile or just pretending you don't recognize them is fine. Then there are the people in between these two groups where you don't know if you should say something or not. That's the worst.
Last week at work I was getting down off of a ladder and I jumped off the last step. Behind me was a box of garbage. Sticking out was a broken off floresent light bulb. I heard a cruch sound and turned around and saw a bunch of glass on the floor. I cut my butt and got teased about it. it was pretty funny.

Well I went biking for a while. I went down to kings square and then over by some apartment buildings. Then I found this playground and sat on the swings then sat on a bench for a while. Then I biked around a bit, then I stopped on the over pass and watched a train go underneath. In western movies the bad guys always tie someone to the railway tracks. well i wonder if the person layed perfectly flat and straight on the tracks would the train go right over top of them without killing them? anyway, I thought about that for a while. Then I started to get sweaty and it is quite cold out so I biked home and stopped at subway to get a drink. Some giggly girls told me to have a seat with them and as my first thought was right on, my second thought told me this is all bad news for sure, so I went home. Biking kind of made my butt hurt because friday I sat on some broken glass but that is a different story for a different day.

I'm going to go biking I will tell this journal about it if I make it back...

I fell asleep coming home on the bus but i woke up when the bus stopped at my bus stop. strange. a few days ago i fell asleep on the bus too and i smashed my head agaist the handle for the window. i will write more later

im thinking back to working in st. george. i remember noel who worked there he was an alright guy, from cuba he is older about sixty. he lived in a little trailor, i went over there a few times it was a pretty cool place he had a t.v. hooked up and stuff. he was really proud to show me his canadian citicenship papers. i guess he jumped on some ship to florida or whatever. he didn't like driving in the rain. one time we were going to maine to get some chicken to eat and he turned around because he didn't want to drive in the rain.
i met this girl that was sixteen or seventeen i think and she would come into work with her mother for some reason. she dropped out of school so i guess she didn't have much else to do. the older people at work would tease me and always told me i should ask her out on a date. i never did, i probably should have though, she was very cute. i think she tried to impress me with stories of wild things she had done. i wonder what a date would have like been with her, i know she would have gone somewhere with me because she had less of a life than me.