This morning I forgot to put on my watch. Now I feel terrible. Rarely have I felt so naked with pants on, and rarely have I felt so lopsided without bashing one of my thumbs with a hammer.

Oh, and I apologize for the last post, I know it was poop, I just couldn’t think of what to say. Then again, I don’t really know what to say now either. How is it that I can go on vacation in a foreign, tropical country and be BORED OUT OF MY MIND? I want watermelon. But no, I think I know wh and a lot of people don’t clue in to this. This isn’t a vacation. I am living in thailand. That means all the regular days of drearyness and school, and lack of travelling and busy friends are just as prevalent here, except worse because I missing many of my main means of entertainment. So if I whine about being bored, please hmor me, don’t spout about how spoiled i am just to be here, I know that, I know I’m ridiculously lucky, but this is life, not a vacation, there isn’t always beaches and sun and sweet drinks with annoying little paper umbrellas in them, it’s boring sometimes so there.

Interestingly eenuff my nose is now producing an astonishing amount of mucus. And the right side of my face hurts when I move it much. Pah, that’s what I get for mucking about with a load of kids. I think someone once told me that an average person produces enough mucus in their lifetime to fill a small swimming pool. I think at this rate I’ll fill a small ocean. Or maybe it was a swimming pool of saliva. Yeah, I think it was. Nevermind.

I’ve decided on a valentine day themed post that I’ll stick up (possibly before I get around to finishing this one). It’s going to be a whole poop load of random tish that will only make sense to certain people and quite possibly not me, though on a vaguely senimental line. It’s going to be fun.

On another note I’ve completely lost track of how much money I have, it’s very confusing. Between splurging and buying a basic go board, getting paid from two different sources, buying cd’s and making ridiculously expensive essential phone calls to Canada, I have no idea where I am, it’s distinctly confusing. Go board though! Awsome! Granted it’s a mini fold-in-half kinda thing, but I can still play Go whenever I want! Booyaka! Awsomeness. But yeah, things are cool, not much is happening, Dad should call me, I need to talk to him, and I’ll continue this later.

GOD I’M HOT! As in melting, sweltering, boiling, icky gross humid hot. I don’t know why, but today is horrible. I delight in the idea of goign home to a nice cold shower, the only type we have. Oh, before i forget, did I mention I go the coolest earing in the world? It’s a Seven Eleven Earing! Booyaka! Awsomeness! NO sarcasm here.

HOTHOTHOTOHOTOHOTOHOTOHOTOHTOHOTOHOT!

Not really, but I’m whiney. 38 degrees for the record.

The other day I forgot my cell, and I realised how essential it was to me, it keeps me connected and all that jazz. It’s really important. I thought I had lost it, maybe put it in the laudry when I stripped my bed and did the launry, but I later found it in my fresly emptied rubish bin. How it got there? Poop if I know.

I’m reading an awsome new book! I love it to bits, and recommend it broadly, it’s not an exclusively brand X type book. It’s called “Famous Last Words” by timothy findley, an it’s very cool. Pus WW2 conspiracy stuff, done well, is always a neat read. It actualy came in a package last week, from Mom, Charla and Mim, which made my day = yay!

Sorry, the last keyboard I was writing on was kinda broke, and sometimes I had to pound a key repeatedly to get it to print, so I apologize for any uncaught errors, and my excuse for the following is I’m writing on a Mac. A G5 for that matter, with a screen that I’m guessing is about 28 inches! Not really but it’s fricken huge! And awsomeness! But no, I just don’t like usuing the style of these Mac. There cool, really really pretty, but just not my style. Maybe I would have liked the shiney pretty ness when I was little, but there comes a time in everybodies life that thay have to grow up and be a real boy, and get a real computer. That and the iPood, I won’t even start on the iTunes excusive! Thing.
Actually this is kinda addictive, it’s like a burgerr, sweet, and evil, but you can’t help yourself, it’s just so tasty! Macrack! Mac addicts annonymous!The recovery process is long and shakey, but it’s important.
I really suck at this, I can’t help thinking of this book I want to write. It’s got this whole intertwining, psychotic, dreaming, insanity child thing goiing and I really want to write it but it takes much to long to write on this keyboard. Puff. THE MAGIC DRAGON!!!!!!!1zorz!
Every so often I wonder if I’m wasting time, but the rest of the time I don’t think I can do anyhting alse. Time is there to be wasted. Or possibly to get wasted. Either or I’m sure.
I dreamed of the seventh harry potter book, and it was like two centimetres thick. And green. BUt then again I dream a lot. Every night since last cristmas break. I remember them about as clearly as I remember real life. It’s kinda weird. At first I didn’t really think aout it, but now it’s kinda cool. I usually spend a few minutes remembering the last nights dream every moring, just lying in bed. Last night involved Dad, Chinese new year, Uvic, and canadian money to buy food with, that I haven’t seeen since I laft canada. I miss Canadian money.
We just set the backgroud to cycle! It’s awsome!
OOOOH! Remembered! Y’know Linkin Park is hugely popular here? well guess what it means in Thai? Monkeys eat vegetables! booyaka! That makes me happy. And with the following happy note, I’ll leave you. Prince. Of. Tennis. Stickers.

Evan