Allergic To Cinnamon.

Dear Whit,

I think I'm allergic to cinnamon.

Mom bought a bunch of candy for Halloween this Tuesday, and I stole some while dumping them in the Halloween buckets. Among the stuff I stole were those red hot cinnamon candies. I dumped the whole packet in my mouth and let it burn. My tongue got sore, but I supposed it was normal since they were supposed to 'burn' your tongue anyway.

But now I've got bumps on my tongue and it feels rough and weird and I couldn't enjoy my Kraft Dinner. =(

-Tha Sad Boo

Seven Hundred. o_o

Dear Whit,

Luis started his actual training at IVM yesterday. Well, it was pretty much his first day. I was the one training him - or I was supposed to. But halfway through, Saj decided they needed more agents to be actually working. So he made me work, and Luis had to continue his training with someone else. He barely even got to listen to me work because Raj was overly busy. Oh well. Hope he did okay.

Anyway, I joined this new wicked networking site called Facebook. I don't normally like joining network sites, but this one totally got me. It had some awesome new features like the photo tags and it drove me wild. Even Jesse liked it.

So yesterday, before starting my night shift, I posted a couple of my comics on one of the Facebook groups. I started work, and later on during my break, I checked out my site stats. I nearly fell of my chair in disbelief.


My site, which normally has about 15-20 people visiting per day, exploded to 700 visitors in a span of just a few hours. I was all O_O because I didn't expect that many people to actually visit my site. But they did. And it wasn't even a clickable hyperlink. They actually typed out / copied and pasted my link to their address bar!

Well now the number of visitors has gone up by a hundred. That's 800 people in less than 24 hours, with over 4,000 page loads.

I know that isn't much compared to popular sites like Newgrounds, but that's still a lot in my standards. o_o

Holy. I am still in the process of recovery.

Anyways - hopefully I can talk to Raj and convince him to let me off for tomorrow. Rachel's party! Hopefully I get it off - I've already offered to sacrifice a precious Tuesday - Halloween to be precise - to work for Pizza Pizza. That's a lot of candy I'm missing out on.

- Tha Shocked Boo

Getting Together.

Dear Whit,

October 21, 2006 was another of those crazy nights with just us friends. And it might've been one of the craziest nights ever. With so much to remember, and so much to write, best I can do is jot down the highlights of the night in point form.

• Jesse did a crappy job of decorating the place. =P [it's okay, Jesse, I still love you, bish]
  
• Beverly and I lost a quarter while trying to get a shopping cart. But no fear. I found it and kept it in my pocket.
• Anne showing up in a pink outfit.
• Leo's brains.
• Jesse singing "What's new, pussycat?" The naughty lyrics:
  
  
  'Pussycat, pussycat, you're delicious
  And if my wishes can all come true
  I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips.'
  
  
• Leslie bringing the yearsbooks, which are the BEST-LOOKING ONES I've EVER seen in my 4 years at OCS.
  
• Leslie tried to teach Jesse how to do a headflip.
• Beverly, Jesse and I assassinated King Grapefruit the Second with a kitchen knife.
• KC and I made fun of Jesse's tucked in shirt.
• The photoshoot in the basement.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Our unsuccessful attempt in making a human pyramid.
• Jesse get slammed face-first against the wall.
• Throwing darts at the "bullseye".
  
• Jesse posing with the pole.
• Trying to murder a moth.
  
• Pop pyramid.
• Truth or dare.
• Jesse nearly throwing up.
• Jon Jon going down the hill whilst riding in a mini shopping cart.
  
• Anne giving her stuffed animal a lapdance.
• Anne slapping Jesse in the face. Hard.
• Matthew licking my wall.

The night was fun. We definitely have to do it again. =D

- Tha Extremely Happy Boo

As If They Knew.

Dear Whit,

A lot has happened the past few days. Since what happened 2 days ago, the weather has been getting crappier. I woke up at 4:30am today to open the door to the porch so Oreo could eat, and it was pouring. It still is. It's almost as if Heaven was crying.

I've been talking to Amanda. She woke me up at around 7 / 8 yesterday and we kept texting each other for a while. I was a lazy ass and I fell asleep again everytime I got a text message. I'd start keying in my replying, fall asleep halfway and then wake up an hour or so later to complete it and send. I woke up completely at around 5pm [yes, I'm a bum like that] and the conversation went full blast.

We ended up 'yelling' at each other, and I was mad enough to say a couple of things that I was sure would hurt her. I didn't want to, but I was so mad. We ended that with a 'whatever' from me.

A few hours later, she messaged me to apologize. And I felt guilty and apologized too. This wasn't her fault. She truly loved him, I knew that from the start. And I just made her feel worse about losing him with all the shit I said. I shouldn't have said them - true as they might have been.

Anyway - she brought up the events from last year ... when we watched King Kong with Jesse ... when I slipped in the mall and quickly got back up like nothing happened ... and how we got back home at 12am and Mom got all pissed at me. And then I mentioned the time I walked right into a yellow 'Caution: Wet floor' plastic sign thingy, knocking it right down.

Good times.

Can't believe it was nearly a year ago. Time goes by too fast.

Hopefully she can come down for the Saturday get together. That would be nice. Jesse and Matt would be happy to see her again. And it might also take her mind off him for a while.

Putting that aside, I found out my Halloween work schedule. 4pm - 2am. Raj is trying to kill us. That's 10 hours talking to crazy people who want pizza. And seeing how it's Halloween, I suppose there's a chance half of the calls would be from crazy pranksters.

Pranksters nowadays. They can't even play a prank professionally. Most of the time I can tell it's a prank before they open their mouths. Either it's unusually quiet [perhaps with an occasional shushing], or the prankster's friends are giggling uncontrollably in the background. Even my cat could do better.

- Tha Boo

In Loving Memory ...

Dear Whit,

Here are the lyrics to a song I recently heard that was sung by And Then I Turned Seven. I found the lyrics very appropriate to my current life situations, so here it is!

In Loving Memory
And Then I Turned Seven

You said yourself before:
Where are you?
I'm needing you much more
I bet you never knew

And now everything is gonna fall apart
I need you here, not just in my heart

This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...
And now I'm torn with misery
In loving memory ...
I won't forget you please don't me
In loving memory ...

You said yourself before:
Where are you?
Face down on the floor
I bet you never knew
And now everything is gonna break again
If it just began, why did it have to end

This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...
And now I'm torn with misery
In loving memory ...
I won't forget you please don't me
In loving memory ...
This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...

It won't go away... [8x]

This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...
And now I'm torn with misery
In loving memory ...
I won't forget you please don't me
In loving memory ...
This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...

In loving memory ... [4x]

Snow, Oh No.

Dear Whit,

Imagine my surprise when I looked out my window yesterday afternoon to witness snow clashing with the flying leaves.

SNOW! Already!? It's not even Halloween yet!

We can't have snow before or during Halloween. No, no, not allowed. How can the angels, the walking pumpkins and zombies we go trick-or-treating? Their costume would be ruined! Not to mention they'll have to wear jackets and what-not. They'll look like overwised monsters.

...

Actually no, screw that. I don't really care if their costumes get ruined. Snow, snow all you like! I just found out I'm going to be working on Halloween [it's not even on my regular schedule, hmph]. That kinda stinks. Well, if it snows, the trick-or-treaters will share my misery. And they can be outside in the cold while I work inside with a mug of hot chocolate, and I'll laugh at them all.

Ahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!

Anyway. Whatever.

I'm happy today, despite the snow. I managed to finish my boogrrized version of The Llama Song. I called it The BooGrr Song and I'm satisfied with it. Not everyone likes it on Newgrounds apparently, but I don't care. I like it and I'm keeping it. Pffft!

- Tha Happy Boo

To My Fellow Canadians ...

Dear Whit,

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Well happy for the rest of you, maybe. My Thanksgiving dinner was all shitty, owing to the fact that I wasn't even present when the turkey was cut. I had to go to the IVM call center to get programs re-installed for work and I spent a good two-three hours there. By the time I got home, the turkey was all bones and all I had were the scraps. =(

Dad's guests [who we, well the parents, invited over for dinner] also finished my drink!

MY DRINK DAMMIT!

So I was upstairs in my room with scraps of turkey topped with cranberry sauce, and with a glass of juice. They finished my sparkling wine! I am not very happy.

And to think I was looking forward all year to that turkey ...

Oh well.

I do have something to be thankful for though - my VPN dialer finally works! I can finally work from home again! Yus! No need for me to travel an hour everyday to get to work! :dance:

It was pretty fun at the center yesterday though - I worked for a bit, while Raj and all tried to fix my computer. Raj tried to do that linking paperclips trick, and I think I seriously embarrassed him by telling him that was a trick I knew of since I was five. Aw. =( Raj is cool!

I went on his MSN and made a Muggin that looked like him. Haha! =D

Anyway.

8 days till Christmas, Whit! Woohoo. [Pauses] Or is it? [Evil music in the background].

- Tha Somewhat-Pissed Boo

I Smell Like Kitty Pee. Really.

Dear Whit,

I want to fricken strangle this cat! First he pisses on my bed, then after realizing that I was keeping a careful eye on him everytime he walks into my room, he goes to KC's bedroom and pisses on HER bed. It's not like his litter box is dirty / full either. I just cleaned it a few hours ago !

Marking his territory? Perhaps. But I don't like it. I will not allow it. NEVER!

Anyway - I thought getting him neutered would prevent him from going on pissing sprees. Apparently not.

AUGH!

If only I wasn't such an animal lover I'd have strangled him while I was giving him a shower. Honestly, I hate giving him showers. He was easy to give showers to as a kitten, but now as an adult and unusually big in size, it's like trying to force a tiger to take a bath with you. I managed to pin him down with one hand while I shampooed and rinsed his pee-smelling body, but then he was mewing pitifully. He kept looking up at me, his tail and his eyes very much showing how scared he was, and then he mewed again. Inside I was all aww ... but then I remembered that he peed on my bed AND KC's bed and left pee-smelling footprints all over the house. Still, I felt bad and I loosened my grip on him a bit.

I just finished ripping KC's bedsheets off and dumping them in the washing machine with the other pee-smelling stuff. Now I have to go mop the entire house. I don't smell anymore pee either, but then again my senses aren't as sensitive as my mom's. I'd better run around the house spraying air freshener again.

- Tha Pissed Boo