SLADE

Slade is amazing.

Slade doesn't sleep, he just waits.

Slade can stop the puck with his eyes. Just by looking at it.

When Slade was young, he didn't wet the bed.

The bed wet itself.

In fear.

More tribute to those attendies of that college. The first night there, we went and watched a hockey game between the Vancouver Giants and the Kelowna Rockets. That night, apparently three scores of three entirely different games were the same. 3-2

Slade was the goalie for the Giants. He had the support of some of the students who weren't afraid to voice it. A hockey game has an atmosphere that no other place has. Completely unique and apart. Even so, I don't see why everyone likes it soo much. It deserves it's appreciation. Does this make me less Canadian, if I don't really like hockey? I don't think it matters. A Canadian prolly wouldn't mind. Back in the day we invited the world to this country, before we were famous for bacon and hockey and peacekeeping...And they were Canadian. Let's go with this for a bit.

Once, it was brought up about what nationality really mattered. What does it REALLY mean to be Canadian? Does it mean you live here? Love hockey? Bacon? That we're laid back? There is the Canadian stereotype, but what does this really mean? I don't actually know, and it is different for each person. I haven't given this much thought recently, but here it is now, so...yeah. There's something to chew on.

In the spy cell of the Crevice, we've been attempting a discover of what the differences are in these "denomination" things. There's a good gangmob of persons getting baptised this upcoming Sunday. So we figured maybe baptism. One letter away from batism. haha. But then there was an opposition who wanted to do mormons. They have some different beliefs. I'm not gonna outright bash them, just to be nice. So anyway, we reached the compromise of doing both

Yay. That means that maybe, instead of doing this and letting you all into my life, I should do that out of responsibility, setting an example for the spy cell. Oops. I made them their questions, different from the ordinary. Josh would send out the same thing everytime. I thought it silly, so I took that over.

Apparently I'm turning more A-D-D. And Those I hang out with are becoming less. Bad trade.

I don't believe I have anything coherent left to write... I don't think I would make a good counsellor. I'm really not nice enough. I get annoyed with the fact that people won't do what can help them, and that I can't. Then snappy.

See? All coherency has left. Slade will help. Dustin Slade can do anything....