Day 47: Make a Citezens Arrest.

Alright, I've been wandering around for like a week trying to figure our what exactly I'm going to arrest someone for, who it should be and for what reason and honestly I couldn't be bothered. Its a ridiculous thing to expect from someone. I guess I could "arrest" a friend of mine for the pure sake of keeping the integrity of my blog but I figure that went out the window ages ago. Probably when I first stopped posting... after the like second post. So yeah, no citizens arrest for me but I do have some requests:
1. Please stop littering- its bad for the environment and ugly to look at. How hard is it to hold on to your garbage for like ten minutes. Everyone can find/ run into a garbage can in ten minutes. Its a stupid thing to do, it benefits NO ONE. So stop, like seriously.
2. Please stop leaving unneccessary lights on (like the bathroom light)- now I know that in someplaces (like my residence) the bathroom light is outside of the bathroom. Lets all clap for that engineer. But, like seriously, can't you turn it off? Its so simple. Its like turning it on in reverse. Come on now, you can do that! I have faith in you! Its good for the enviornment? You like pandas don't you? (of course you do, who doens't like pandas?) Well then turn off your unneccesssary lights.
3. If you could not murder someone today, that would be great too. But I'm assuming you good people don't do that, but if you were considering it, just don't. Like seriously. Prision doesn't sound fun.

Thats all, I feel I've benefitted society a little bit, even if I didn't make a citizens arrest.

Day 46: Brithday Day

I'm celebrating birthdays today!! Too bad I already am pretty good at celebrating birthdays... I've never forgotten a good friends birthday, I write happy birthday on peoples facebook walls, ect ect. Sooo.... today's kinda bust. Life already fulfilled in that sense. Whopee!

Day 45: Romance Day

Sooo if I was actually following this thing I think this would land on Valentines day. Semi appropriate. Unfortunately it is not Valentines day, it is March... 19th. Yeahhh I'm a little behind, but you knew that. Okay so I'm supposed to come up with a totally new and unique compliment today.... heres what I've come up with:

1. you're body's smoother than peanut butter
2. you're the light in my life and the beat in my heart (I don't think that one even really makes any sense)
3. Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven? (... I think I've heard that one somewhere before...)

Happy Non- Valentines Day!!

Day 44: Defy Superstitions

Okay, I'm not superstitious. I think I step on cracks on a normal day to day basis and as far as I know my mother is fine. I can't whistle so the whole "no whistling inside" thing is moot. I encountered no cats today but I would probably cuddle the poor thing and give it a slightly absurd name like blackberry or moonshine (ooo I actually kinda like that). Last month I accidentally stepped on my blush and broke the mirror inside there.... that may explain my slight bad luck in the form of a million essays due in mere days. So even though I'm not a true believer in today's task I will open an umbrella indoors and quiver in impending doom.

Day 43: Write a Proper Account of You Day

So this morning I woke up several times. Once on my own, at seven fifteen, which always seems to happen when I sleep at my dorm. I wake up at seven fifteen almost exactly. I fell back asleep. Then I woke up when my roommate went and got breakfast, again when she came back to get her stuff and then I got up once she left. I pushed back my green Ikea sheets and put my.... left (?) foot on the ground first, went to the bathroom, washed the toothpaste off my face (put on zits the night before) and got ready for breakfast. I straightened my hair, put on my make-up including my sparkely green eye shadow stick in honor of st. patricks day. I decided what I was going to wear (white thermal long sleeve with black lace tank top on underneath and green plaid tweed skirt) and went to go get breakfast. I had a piece of toast and some whole grain cheerios for breakfast/lunch (it was about eleven thirty by this time). Then I went outside to see how cold it actually was and determined it was far too cold to wear a skirt so I went upstairs, past the security guard (flashed my room key) and changed into my green capri pants. I then spent like two and a half hours on the computer just fooling around. I was trying to arrange my essay with no avail. I checked my facebook like fifteen times and talked to my boyfriend. At about two I changed again into my bright green long sleeve abercrombie shirt, dark jeans and brown sweater to go meet my boyfriend for lunch. On the way down in the elevator I ripped a hole in the bottom of my shirt (its one of my favs, I was fairly devastated). I made my way over to OCAD, crossing many streets illegally. Waited outside for about ten minutes, played brick breakers in the meantime. Eventually the boyfriend came out of the box on stilts. He's still sick and his voice was like that of an 80 year old chain smoker crossed with a twelve year old boy going through puberty(the huskiness combined with the cracking). We walked down to the crepe place on queen street, past many youngins out of school because of march break. There was a semi large crowd in front of Much music. At the crepe place I got a dark chocolate crepe and a cup of some of the most delicious strawberries ever. Nate had a panini. We talked about this essay I'm supposed to be writing/ that is ruining my life. I fed him a strawberry with my fork and I felt like I needed to take a shower from the cutsey. When bill was paid, we ventured outside and looked at what was going on at Much, turns out the Pussycat Dolls are preforming. We didn't stop. Then he dropped me off at my residence, despite my silent protests. Then I went back to my room, watched the latest episode of Gossip Girl, continued to talk to Nate. Then at about five adam came over and we went down to the caf to get dinner. I had french fries and a cookie. Yum Yum. No actually it was totally unsatisfying. After I came back upstairs, finished gossip girl, downloaded the new Many Moore single and got ready for work (had to print off a sudoku). Went to work, got an extra half and hour of pay for wearing green on St. Patties day. Proceed to work for the next three and a half hours. I messed up two of my Sudokus and didn't finish two. They were really hard ones. I made the university 100 dollars on check and thats pretty much it. I talked to like a total of ten people out of 300 calls. Then I came upstairs and tooled around on the computer some more, talked to my boyfriend, ect. Now I'm probably going to watch Gilmore Girls and... talk to my boyfriend some more. Thats my day, pretty accurately recorded.

I suck

So, I'm supossed to walk through grass next. See, currently the grass in toronto is gross. Its all dead and prickly and it would not be a pleasant experience to walk through the fields of death and destruction that surround me currently. So I will do that in spring. When the grass is full and lush and won't kill the bottoms of my feet-sies. Annnnnddd I've fallen way behind on this and I apologize profusely, I will get better I promise my life has just been thing after thing after thing and soon blogging will be added to that list of things. I'll probably start doing two things a day to make up for lost time. Just be patient. I promise that consistant blogging will come, just have a little faith :)

Day 41: Apply for Knighthoood

My life is very busy at the moment thank you very much. Today I wrote to the honorable Tony Blair... GORDON BROWN to request to be knighted or damed I guess. This is what I wrote and I request an enthralled welcome into the ministry of knights or whatever its called.

Prime Minister Gordon Brown:
This is my formal request to be ordained by the British government as a dame. I have many things to warrant such a prestigious and time honored title such as eating record amounts of chocolate, knowing all the words to “Baby Got Back” and being the proud adoptive mother of a polar bear at the San Francisco Zoo. I have also kissed the Blarney stone, and I the bravery required to do so alone cause enough for a title. Now, being an American, I realize that I cannot in fact be recognized as a formal Dame of the British government, but an honorary one will be just fine. I look forward to meeting Paul, Elton, and Judy at the ceremony on her majesties birthday. I hope the cake is chocolate.
Yours truly:
Emma



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