Facing Reality

I'm rather wishy-washy when it comes to a lot of things. I like extreme sports, or rather, watching them. Sometimes I'd think that I'd like to participate in one some day, and for the thrill of it, have the opportunity to do it again.

I almost went skydiving once because of the mere thought of it.

I had a dream last night that I was fighting over in the war of arabic countries. That war-themed dream was probably derived from me playing too much Call of Duty 4. We were in a plane and we had to parachute down into the war zone. Somehow, Eugene was my commanding officer and was telling me to jump, but I was too afraid to jump. I actually had butterflies in my stomach during the dream. He then called me a 'fucking pussy' and grabbed me by my backpack and threw me out. The rush was quite surreal, and I swear if in the air I lost control of my bladder system, my bed would've been wet. Good thing I didn't have to go. I landed in a friendly zone and I cowered in the corner, peaking out every now and then to try to pick off some unaware enemy soldier. I remember the aim on my gun really sucked. Then before I knew it, the war was over and the scoreboard appeared in front of me, with my name on the very bottom with no kills.

I woke up and couldn't stop thinking of the fact that I was too pussy even in a dream to jump out of a plane into a warzone. Well, that does take guts to do.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

This morning (or actually, noontime..) I woke up and saw white. My blinds were open from the night before and the bright daylight with the reflections of snow shone inside. The snow was thick. I've never seen this kind of snow, at least not at the beginning of December anyways. I think we've gone without a white Christmas for three years now.

I left my house for work, attempting to drive through the heavy layer of snow on our streets. I saw a man walking his dog. That dog was one of those small dogs. It was walking on top of the snow. I was surprised it didn't sink down beneath, but it was trying pretty hard not to step wrong. I looked at astonishment at this dog's persistence, and the owner caught me, and smiled with me with a grin and greeted me. I waved back to him and continued on.

Down the street I saw two little kids finishing up a snowman, and their parents shoveling the snow while looking on with a smile. I caught their eye and I waved to them. They waved back.

This is what life is supposed to be like.

...GG continues

Two more hours later, and the tow guy finally comes.

What's funny is, the other tow company we called five hours ago has not even dispatched anyone yet.

GG for them.

But it did take our tow guy an hour to get from the offramp of QEW at Mississauga Road to my house... which is two minutes away in normal weather. What???

One of the biggest GGs so far.

Trevor locked his keys in his car. They're still in the ignition. The engine's still idling. The headlights are on.

It's been almost three hours and I suppose the tow guy's almost here.