All there is to it.

I woke up this morning to one of the most incredible sounds i've heard in a while. "Buses in York Region and surrounding areas have been cancelled." Beautiful.

I don't actually take the bus to school, seeing as i live about 2 minutes away driving, but out of the 2000 or so students that go there, probably 1000 take a bus. Not only this, but half the teachers live a good 45 minutes away, meaning there is no way they're driving all that way in this weather (cause they don't already get enough days off). With the lack of students, and a large number of supply teachers, the passion to treck to school for the rest of us who live in the neighbourhood of the school is pretty much not there. Thus, i sit here after just shovelling a foot of cement-like snow off my driveway. I could be sitting in International Business right now, with the two or so poor guys that were forced by the mom to go to school. But i could be running naked throught the streets trying to light myself on fire...and that would just be stupid.

I will be heading to school eventually today, ill probably make it just in time for my lunch. But passing up doing donuts in the empty bus section would be foolish of me, so ill be there.

To make a long story short, or i guess a short story shorter, i pretty much love snow.

And Canada will beat Germany 8-1 today.

And that my freinds, is all there is to it.


jSmooth

One last time.

Today i did something for the last time. I walked into Unionville Highschool at around 8:15, still shivering from the suddenly snowy Canadian weather, and met up with the usual crew at our usual spot for some before-class chillage. The clock hit 8:30, the sighs and groans lifted throughout the 2000 strong, and the crowd headed off to the first period class. No, this wasn't my last day of school, not by a long shot, but it was the beginning of the end in a sense. Today was the first day of my last semester in my highschool career.

It seemed like a normal day, went to the new classes, got the new desks, naturally at the back of the class where maximum 'not listening' can be performed. New course outlines were given out, explained, and then ripped apart by question after question. It seemed as if it was just another beginning of a semester, but for the class of 2006, it was the last beginning, or the start of the finish, or the...well, you get what i mean. In 20 weeks (give or take a day or two) i'm kissin that place goodbye, and high-tailing it to the rest of my life, but in a way i really don't wanna leave that place.

Leaving may sound great and all, i mean c'mon, potentially i only have 4 and a half years left of school until i can atleast get paid while sitting at a desk all day. I only have so many more papers due, only so many more nights sitting at home studying till the feeling in my head is no more, and only so many more due dates to make by the skin of my teeth. But you know what, all those things and so much more have amounted to the most incredible 3 and a half years of my life, without a doubt.

So to all those who are in on the memories i will never forget, and all the things i really don't want to remember, cheers. Cheers for the times when the stomach muscles hurt for days after laughing so hard. Cheers for the hottubs, car rides, BBQ's, and any other mission we took on throughtout our years here. Cheers for everything from the second i met you, and you, and you. Thanks for it all. But don't think it's done just yet, oh no, not so fast. We still got a good quality 5 months to make sure UHS never ever forgets us either. A good 5 months to show everyone that if we can dream it, we can do it...and if you can dream it, well, we've probably already done it.

Bring it on, one last time.

jSmooth