Happy Friday?

Today I woke up and thought to myself, "yes, it's Friday."

And then I thought to myself, "Mitchy always says 'Happy Friday' I miss Mitchy I hope I see him today."
I then went on about a minute later to realize I had a nosebleed.

Not so Happy Friday.

Dad made my tea as I cleaned up my situation before heading to the bus stop. So nice of him.
But I was running out of time. This nosebleed set me back.

My cold came back full force right after that nosebleed. Now I can't breathe so well.

Happy Friday? Sure. Let's stay optimistic Allison, Happy Friday.

I was walking to the bus stop and arrived at the end of my street to turn the corner and continue my journey.

SLIPPED.
My  one foot slid into my other foot and I was airborn for like .5 seconds and landed hard on my hip.
If only I woulda fallen on my booty, I'm sure there is more than enough padding on that thing to make me bounce back up. But nope. Hip bone it is.

Happy Friday? Well it can't get any worse than this right?
Wrong.

Spilled half of my tea from my fall!
Sewer.

I slipped again.
This time after my bus ride so thankfully my hip had a little time to regroup.
Wasn't my hip this time. I slipped forward.

You know when your foot like slides forward so that your knee snaps back the opposite way from which its supposed to bend so all you can picture in your head is that your knee cap is gonna have a bone sticking through it and you're gonna be stuck laying on the ground with a broken leg and no one will be around to help you and to top it all off it freezing as you-know-what outside?
(Yes I just said that all in one breath.)

Yeah, that happened. Sad-grumpy panda Friday.

However despite all of my obstacles in the first hour and a half of me being awake this morning I made it to school on time.

So Happy Friday right?

One would only hope after all of that my day went smoothly.
NOPE.
K-Press put this sister in a group with B-Logs.
SERIOUSLY?
Yeah seriously.

It's ok though, we decided as a group that he'll be the first character killed off in our Radio Drama.

So all in all.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

I Went to WPC. You Have No Excuse.

ALLOWED VS. ALOUD.

If you do not know this difference between these two words... I question your life choices.

YOUR VS. YOU'RE.

Please don't even get me started. Too easy.

THEN VS. THAN.

Just go away.

For Aunt Dorothy.

To think about all of the "what ifs?"
To think about everything that could have been said.
To ask the question why? Over and over again.

To do any of that would be to waste time.

To think about all of the memories.
To think about all of the smiles.
To think about all of the laughter that was shared.

That would be time well-wasted.

Yes you're gone but you're memory still lives on.
To forget anything about you would be nearly impossible.
You're still very much alive in each and everyone of us.

Your presence was a spark that could ignite much more than a single flame, but instead a whole forest fire.

Yesterday we searched for you. Called out your name.
Today we cry for you. Because we are in pain.
Tomorrow we smile for you because we know you are safe.

A heart heavy with the pain of seeing loved-ones so distraught.
Mine.

A heart I know will heal in time.
Mine.

A heart that will always carry your love and one of a kindness.
My stepmother's. Your children. Your friends. Your family. Mine.

You've left a little piece of you in all of us.
We'll make it through.
Just this time it'll have to be without you.

Rest in Paradise. You will forever be loved.

Word on the Street?

Word on da street is dat we be doin' streeters! Fa show.

Yup, CreComm is back in action. Not so bad for our first week back considering we made it through to Friday with no withdrawals (besides partying). So here's the real question we've asked ourselves if it's not "Why didn't I cry?" It's  "What else would we be doing with our first 2 hour J class of the semester other than streeters at 8 am?" Answer: Exactly. Nothing else.

This semester is my first time having Duncan teach me. I was already terrified of him before ever sitting in his classroom. (Have you seen this guy's resume? Pretty impressive. And anyone that can maintain a beard like that has my utmost respect. So an intimidating human being nonetheless.) So I thought I had him all figured out until I walked into the newsroom this morning and was greeted by the "Streeter Look."

What is the Streeter Look might you ask?

It's a look designed to instil panic and fear in any first year CreComm that passes Duncan McMonagle.
It's a cross between a little bratty child scheming and a Dr.Evil sneer. You know he's cooking something up in that brain of his. What he's cooking is Streeters. Streeters in the snow, streeters in the sun, it doesn't matter what the weather is like outside - you're gonna go talk to at least three strangers and you're gonna do it now.

Now I'm pretty sure only Duncan has mastered this look. So don't even attempt it because I'm almost positive he owns copyrights to it or something. CreComm's know everything about "copyright laws and stuff."- Duncan knows more than everything about "copyright laws and stuff."
I'm also pretty sure that he only uses this look on first years.( Just kidding, one can only hope.) Therefore I'm looking forward to next year. If I make it there. Cross your fingers. ( In hopes of no Streeter Looks)

Besides the blowing flurries the assignment wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't like -15 or something. THAT would suck. Thankfully Duncan gave us a few options to write about. Weather and hockey being two of those options. Can anyone take a stab at what Allison might have chosen to write about?

HOCKEY you say? Me? Noooo.
Just kidding.
Yes I did.
Lucky guess on your part I suppose.

Next blizzard-esque weather we encounter on a Friday morning this semester I will come to school fully prepared to be sent out on to the street by Duncan. The only logical thing we would be doing that morning would be a streeter. Don't worry Duncan, we're on to you here.

Until our next snowstorm, Streeter, until our next snowstorm...