It’s Tortilla Time

We passed Obama on I-71 yesterday. I was thoroughly disgusted to be within metres of him, but what can you do? I hope he loses.

He was going southbound on I-71 into Columbus as we were leaving it.

I feel grimy.

In the car, returning home from Columbus:

Me- Hey Dad, thanks for telling the Americans that I think that they’re all gun-wielding psychopaths. Way to play it cool.
Dad- I didn’t say you. I said All Canadians.
Me- Yeah, and we all know that that somehow omits me.
Dad- Well they thought it was funny.
Me- Of course they would! THEY WERE GUN-WIELDING PSYCHOPATHS.

I’m going to Columbus, Ohio today, and will return Monday. Sadly, Tuesday brings the dawn of the new school year. I sincerely wish that I could use these last couple days of summer to veg and brace for the coming year of school, but I could never decline tickets to see the Buckeyes. Ever.

So I am off yet again, and this will most likely be my last trip for a while.

Today at the vet clinic, as we attempted to take blood from a cat:

Vet Tech A- EW look, the cat pooped!
Vet Tech B- EW I stepped in it!
Vet Tech C- What happened?
Me- Shit happened.

It’s booked. February of 2009 will find my good friend Baja and I in Georgia for PG’s wedding. To say that I’m thrilled is an understatement. It has been two dreary years since our shenanigans in North Carolina, and I am quite looking forward to now corrupting Georgia.

We have managed to successfully time it so that Baja and I can fly in and out together, which will certainly make an ordinarily mundane flight a wildly comical voyage.

Baja and I have decided that we will document each day on video and post a series of video blogs whilst in Georgia. I’m also contemplating allowing guest posts and such on my blog, so it will definitely be an interesting experience.

February of 2009 couldn’t come any sooner.

Of course following an entire summer of good health, a horrendous virus was bestowed upon me the day before I departed for Darien Lake. I was overcome by dreadful headaches that would not subside, a painfully raw throat, shallow breathing and a continuous cough, which subsequently lead to a very masculine-sounding voice. It was utterly unpropitious.

I am much like a child in the sense that I loathe being sick when I am away from my mother. I absolutely despise it. I won’t deny that I longed to come home the first night that I was in New York, but I somehow managed to reattain my sense, though not to say that I didn’t still feel like shit.

Mum has ordered me to the doctor tomorrow, as I’ve possessed these ailments for five days. The walk-in clinic is conveniently located in the same plaza as the vet clinic, so I will pay the walk-in a visit following my co-op. Tomorrow is Thursday, ya know.

I’m home from New York, but I’m not getting too comfortable. I’m going to Columbus, Ohio on Friday.