Quebec

This is the picture of the church my mother and I went to see in 1999, when she took me to Quebec City. "Le Basillica du Ste. Anne" or something. I thought they said "Satan" so when the lady asked if anyone knew the name, I said "Satan" right in the church, and my mom looked so embarrased. I think I was 11 years old. **So niave**
People in Quebec are so snotty. I'd say "bonjour" and they'd look at me like I was dumb and say, "**sigh** hello, you english bastard".
Thats all for me. ;)

Not Much Going On

Got my computer back from the damned... and by the damned I mean Lance was fixing it, the handsome devil...
Which reminds me, had a BLAST on Hallowe'en, got so drunk couldn't remember which way was home and which way was up and managed to hold it all in this year. I went out trick-or-treating to test a theory: that I am SO short, no one would know that I was 16 years old! Most of the drunkness was birthday celebrations though, and got to kiss Lance (yay!) even though he thought it was a joke...
Allen went out as an alien clone of himself, and got the prize for originality.

**Am really missing mommy right now.