Can't we just like kick this old school. You know, like I stick the baby in a basket, send it your way, like Moses and the reeds?

Oh, hi, look, I'm alive. Welcome to two aught aught eight. Is that how you spell "aught"? I don't know, I'm writing in WordPad and it is spellcheckerless. For all I know, "spellcheckerless" might not even be a word, although I'm pretty sure it is. Hey, remember when ... holidays and stuff? Yeah, neat, huh? My mom donated a goat to a family in Africa on my behalf. I don't remember what country, maybe Togo. Maybe it's a Togolese goat now. Or maybe I just wanted to write "Togolese" because I don't think I've ever written it before--try it; it's fun, especially the 'ogo' part. Ogo ... ogo ... ... ... ogo. I wonder if it has a name now, and if the kids in the family pet it or stick things in its ears. That's probably not safe. Don't do that kids. Goats need to hear too. I also got some sweaters. My whole sweater hierarchy has been thrown into disorder. My formerly favourite sweater is all the way down to the number three spot. Oh, how very comfortable I am. Dress your family in corduroy and denim. Or at least corduroy and wool. Hey Kelly, McSweeney's was referenced in Juno, which is a special movie, by the way. It has the humour of Judd Apatow & co., but it's smarter and more moving. I teared up at the end. I mean, more than usual. You should see it. In other ... ogo ... I saw the Canucks play the Coyotes down in Vancouver last week with dad. It was fun to go, but we had bad luck because it was literally the first home game that Luongo has not started in the year-and-a-half he's been a Canuck. What are the odds? Probably something like 1 in 60, but I don't think odds go that high. Ogo. Yeah, err, umm, so I start my practicum in Febs. I are excited. It is now basically decided that I'll be teaching English 8, Social Studies 9 and .. English 10. Luckily I've been keeping up with my teenage popular culture for the last ... well, 15 years. Recently I've done this by playing Super Mario Galaxy and RockBand--whee! Whenever I play SMG I think, "this would be such a great game for kids" and then I think "wait, I'm not a kid" but then the bright shiny things start flashing again and I get distracted. Wait, what are we talking about? Oh, neat.