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A Quebec teenager with a peanut allergy has died after kissing her boyfriend who had eaten a peanut butter sandwich hours earlier.

Fifteen-year-old Christina Desforges died Monday. She went into anaphylactic shock and in spite of being given an adrenalin shot, could not be revived.

Desforges lived 250 km north of Quebec City in Saguenay.

The official cause of the teen's death has not yet been released.

Pediatric allergist Karen Sigman told CTV's Tania Krywiak if peanuts are still on the tongue or the lips, they can still cause a reaction.

Sigman says teenagers with allergies have to let their friends know.

"If they're going to be dating somebody that they have to tell the people they're close to that they're allergic to make sure the people they're with aren't in contact with those nuts or peanuts," Sigman said.



Huh. I guess there is a wrong way to eat a Reese's

(OCC= orange county choppers)

Decorating the restaurant for Christmas with my dad. Holy fuck batman. Now I love Christmas as much as the next guy, but the one thing about the season that I cannot tolerate is putting up decorations. At home, its not so bad, you get the family together, you trim the tree etc, etc. I can handle that, hell I even enjoy that. And for most people, that's where it ends. Not for this guy.

I foolishly volunteered to help my dad do the restaurant this morning. What a calamity of errors that turned out to be. Sets of lights would be working, tacked up, then they didn't work and had to be ripped down and replaced.

Add to that the constant yelling at each other and all the fumbles and bumbles and you have another classic episode of what will one day be my hit TV show, American Restaurant.

So thanksgiving eve, biggest party night of the year. Instead of going on some awsome adventure in a foreign land with princesses and dragons and shit, we went to The Pub. Not to say it was a horrible evening by any stretch of the means. I would say the amount of good/cool people far outweighed the amount of scums/people you never wanted to see again.

I made the comment how the night was like if we had had our senior prom at the pub. Pretty much everyone from my grade then a year above and below was there. It was sort of surreal at times. Teddy apparently punched some kid in the face outside; he came in with a bloody hand. I saw some people I havent seen in awhile, some people i see all the time and other people i never wanted to see.

Nothing really happened. Just the stand around get drunk and talk about inconsequential shite. Though i did get an outstanding massage which really made me realize how much i miss the touch of a good woman. Maybe its time to start trying again.

All i know is the rest of break will be awsome. football, thanksgiving, hockey, party at spaes. Life is all together good.

Make A Sprite

Tee hee.

SO my first teacher no showed today and now i have 3 hours to sit here. so I'm gonna post this email BF sent to me. Enjoy.

Apparently going around NY at the moment. 1st is a girl's apology email for cheating on some bloke. 2nd is his reply which was Bcc'd to his entire address book. He makes some excellent points. This is pure gold!!

Brad,

It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I would ever want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all or anything that happened, so I won't even try other than to say all of us had WAY too much to drink, and I did a stupid thing. I can handle you being pissed at me, I absolutely deserve it, I can even handle the ugly words that were exchanged between us, what I can't handle is thinking that you see me as a different person. It is weird, I feel like I just went through a horrible break up or something. The world looked funny yesterday, I couldn't crack a smile if you paid me, there are songs I can't listen to, and I just feel beyond crushed. I don't know if you meant everything you said to me, and I am hoping that you didn't. I know that I was wrong on many levels, but I am also hoping that this is something that we can deal with. I know it sounds totally crazy and stupid, but you have come to play such a significant role in my life, I can't imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and weird to say that, and you could say that my behaviour didn't reflect that, and you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I hate feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person, because I am not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back what happened, but I just want you to know that fighting with you was just about the worst thing I could have ever imagined.. It was right up there with one of the ugliest nights of my life, and I would give anything in the world to rewind and fix it. I am not sure if you will respond to this, part of me thinks that you won't.. If not today, then maybe some other time. Also, thanks for getting my stuff together, although I think my sunglasses are still at your house, if you could keep your eyes peeled for them that would be great. I can't even focus or worktoday, I can't eat, I seriously feel like it was an ugly break up, and I am hoping against hopes that it was not that and you are not done with me. Please don't cut me off, I really don't think I can handle that. I am so sorry.

Elizabeth

RESPONSE:

Dear Elizabeth,

Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to file it away under "L" for "Long-winded diatribes from drunken whores I couldn't care less about". You did a stupid thing huh? No...doing long division and forgetting to carry the one is "a stupid thing"; Mixing in a red sock with a load of whites is "a stupid thing"; Blowing some guy in a bathroom for45 minutes while I sit at the bar wondering if you're taking so long because you ate too much bran tha tmorning isn't as much a "Stupid thing" as it is grounds for permanent removal from my social calendar. To be honest, I'm not sure if it was more amusing that you went and degraded yourself in a public toilet not once but twice in a 2 hour span, or that you seemed to think that by saying "Well, I didn't Fuck him" somehow gave you a clean slate. So forgive me ifI couldn't care less if the world "looked funny" to you yesterday. Since your world revolves around blowdryers, golden retrievers, Prada Bags and Jelly Beans,I'm sure it must have been most unsettling to actually have to consider someone else's feelings for 24 hours straight. The good news for you is that my friends don't think you're a terrible person, they just think you're the average run of the mill cum-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect as your average childporn collector. I could be wrong but, it's pretty hard to respect some B&T chick who comes out to spend the night at my place even though she's seeing someone else in New jersey and winds up tongue-bathing the taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of droning commentary on Colin Farrell's new haircut is worth putting up with for a hand job in the men's room. The good thing about being a guy is that when I eventually bump into the young lad who finger-blasted you on top of a towel dispenser last Saturday, we'll have a shot and laugh our heads off about the time it happened. By the way, for the amount of time you claim to spendin spin class you really must be doing something wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do. Watching you parade around my bedroom in a thong was a little like watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.

PS. I BCC'd about 100 people on this email.

Talk to you never,

Brad

So I'm back from the great white north. What a fucking adventure we had. Firstly, i added all the photos to my yahoo page. They're in the Toronto HIM trip album. Enjoy. Now for the blow by blow account.

Left my house at 11. Me, santos, miz and bear. Erik followed us up in his own car cuz he wasnt staying overnight. We hit up the duty free to exchange money and buy booze. Jager, vodka, redbull and beer. The ride up was filled with the usual antics one would guess from said group; man cuddling, throwing shit at eachother(football, blue rubber ball, paper etc), highspeed weaving in and out of traffic and a pit stop at a Tim Hortons. In any event, we made it to the hotel without incident by about 1230 and checked into our room. Erik mean while was lost somewhere downtown but made it to the hotel shortly after. We had 3 rooms total because brett shawn cathy and marc were also going to be joining us overnight.

The hotel was some small joint about 2.3 miles from the concert venue. We investigated all the rooms, stole the extra pillows and glasses from 2 of the rooms and set up shop in the 3rd. We filled the bathtub with ice and water and dumped the booze in. They we drank and watched the bills game for a while. There was the customary rough housing. Jumping off the beds onto eachother. Jumping off the wall onto the bed. Throwing random shit like huge phone books at eachother. It got to be around 2 and santos wanted to head over to HMV (music store) where HIM was having a meet and greet. So we left and started walking. half hour later we make it to the place and theres a huge ass line. Tos having ADD decides he doesnt want to wait in line so we leave and get hot dogs from a street cart. Then we catch a cab back to the hotel to wait for everyone else who are in city.

We grabbed some beers and started playing nutball (you sit with your legs open and toss the blue rubber ball at someones nuts, first guy to die loses). Brett shawn cathy and marc show up and we just start going nuts. We get a warning for being too loud in the process. The beds get flipped upsidedown. People get crushed by mattresses. Its a free for all. Teddy jumped off the toop of the tv. We trap brett and cathy in the big closet and push the TV cabinet in front of it as well as a matress. In his escape attempt, brett puts the doorhandle through the back of the cabinet. Whoops! Then we started playing goal line stand. Its basically 3 vs 1 football but on your knees. That just ended badly. So after that I'm sitting on a bed and Santos chucks a ceramic coffee mug at me. it barely misses but just shatters all over me. Good one. Pnut busts into our room in just a towel looking for his shirt or something, then he drops the towel. Cute. Now its getting to be like 6ish and we start getting a lil ready for the show.

We cab it down to the Kool Haus and hop in line. I somehow forgot my camera but that turned out to be a good thing cuz it woulda got broke. More on that in a sec. In the doors by like 730, opening act comes on a lil after 8 i would say. They sucked. Second band, Finch, they sucked worse. HIM comes on at 11. They rock. Good set, good performance. However my whole concert experience was essentially ruined by the crowd. It was an all ages affair, which i hate cuz little kids dont know how to act at all. When we got in the place was already kinda full so we were toward the back somewhat. I manged to weasel my way up to about 2 rows back of the security rail dead center. It was so uncomfortable though. For the most part you were never really standing upright. Just leaning on the people all around you as the whole crowd swelled like goddamn ocean ways every which way. Ive never been crammed in an area with so many other people so tightly in all my life. Dickheads were crowdsurfing all night. These little girls kept rabbit punching my kidneys as if that would make me move or something. I had to throw a couple dudes out of the way cuz they kept starting shit. After a song and a half of HIM's set i'd had enough and faught my way toward the back where everyone else was. The rest of the show was pretty uneventful. HIM played from 11-1230 and it was a pretty good mix of old and new stuff.

Then we try to leave. All the cabs we hail say they wont take us back to the hotel. We're like WTF? Finally one guy's like yes i will. so tos cathy erik and miz hop in. Me Brett Pnut teddy and shawn attempt to get one for another 5 minutes or so to no avail. Finally we're like fuck it lets just start walking back, well catch one on the way. Well after awhile of no cab Bretts like, lets just run back, its only 2 miles, no biggie. So me him and Pnut start running. Shawn n teddy dont, and they end up snagging a cab and flip us off on the way by. Pretty soon brett is way off in front cuz hes not human and i leave pnut in the dust but im behind brett. So I'm runnning along thinking, this is a terrible idea, running through downtown TO at night alone. Then i get this sharp pain in my foot. I ignore and it eventually catch up to brett. We finally jog the rest of the way and crash in the room. We order a pizza at like 115, 40 min itll be at the room they say. Santos goes "cam whats on your sock?" I'm like huh and i look down. Yea it was a big pool of dried blood. Apparently that pain in my foot was something cutting me then i proceeded to run another mile or so with whatever it was digging in me and i just bled in my shoe. Cute.

Everyone was pretty much dead at this point what with the fighting in the room and the fighting at the show and some of us making the run home so we eat our pizza and just watch TV till people fall asleep. We checked out at 1015 after a shitty free breakfast and made the drive back peacefully and uneventfully. All in all a great little trip and exactly what I needed to break out of the rut I've been in as of late.

I massivley updated my yahoo picture page. Basically everything from the last 5 months i was too lazy to upload is on there now.

The Event in the Tent (Hurst, Thornley 3 days grace concert in a huge tent in St. Cathrines)
Matt Good tailgate/concert at Infinity (A collection of everyone's)
Uncle Leo's Stag (pics taken by wad)
More random ass moments (my mohawk adventure and horrible facial hair experiment)
Bretts Birthday at slicks (if bf sends me his pics i''ll add those too but hes lazy)

The link to my page is over in the side bar. When i get back from Toronto I'll put all those pics up as well.

Ill shoot for a recap update on Monday sometime.

Ever notice how sometimes when somebody says something or you hear/see something that your mind takes you back in time to a specific moment in your past and you kinda re-live the event briefly but intensely?

That sorta thing has happened to me several times in the last couple weeks. It started at school, when my research methods teacher said something about end of life studies and Hospice and all of a sudden I was transported back to last May, experiencing all the emotions and the terrible times that made up that stretch of weeks. It really put me in a bad/weird mood for a little bit there.

Just recently I got my hands on a previously non-existent matt good concert bootleg from 2003. While listening to it I vividly recalled my trip to Hamilton to see Matt for the first time in April of 2003 and all the events and emotions of that day.

Once upon a time I was writing a novel. Maybe I should start it back up again. After halo 2 game out and the disappointing storyline it contained compared to the other books I decided to write my own the way I thought it should be done. I have a prologue and first chapter done, though I had no idea what direction I was going to take the thing. Perhaps I'll post what I have some time or continue writing it over break or something.

Enough random psycho babble. I passed up going out tonight twice with two different sets of people, the later of which included girls, albeit young-ish ones but girls nonetheless. I don't know but lately I have no urge to go out late at night, get all bombed and feel lousy the next day, at least during the week anyways. Weekends, no problem. In any event, bring on Toronto.

So yea i changed the template again. I think everything is as should be. If you click on links to past posts or try to comment it might go back to the old template, I'm not sure. But i like this look. I didn't change the name or theme though, just the layout.

HIM in Toronto- 4 days.

You don't know how you move me
Deconstruct me
And consume me

I'm all used up
I'm out of luck
I am starstuck

By something in your eyes
That is keeping my hope alive
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think

Baby you don't know

I was chatting with rugger on the AIM when this random name messaged me by name, confusing the shit out of me. I quickly sorted out that it was a bot of some sort and decided to have a little fun. And go!

StapleCan1283: Hye Derek
CAM62783: hey
StapleCan1283: how are you?
CAM62783: fine, whos this?
StapleCan1283: I'm kelly
CAM62783: whats happenin
StapleCan1283: im not sure... somehow u got on my buddy list
StapleCan1283: uh hello? why aren't you talking?
CAM62783: sorry
CAM62783: im confused
StapleCan1283: that's ok
CAM62783: kelly you say?
StapleCan1283: what abou tme?
CAM62783: how do you know me
StapleCan1283: i've been wondering that for a long time lol
CAM62783: kelly who
StapleCan1283: u ok over there? lol
CAM62783: quit playing games with my heart
StapleCan1283: :-D
StapleCan1283: :-P
CAM62783: so.... you like stuff
StapleCan1283: m?e no
CAM62783: what kind of bitch doesnt like stuff
StapleCan1283: what do u think?
CAM62783: youre not real
CAM62783: youre a phony
StapleCan1283: so have u done anything exciting today?
CAM62783: 2 chics at the same time
StapleCan1283: did you know there are coffee flavored PEZ? wierd...
CAM62783: so, you gonna blow me or what
StapleCan1283: me? no
CAM62783: then i guess we have nothing more to discuss here
StapleCan1283: alright
CAM62783: is it cuz im not pretty?
StapleCan1283: I dunno about that one
CAM62783: i think youre a fat neck
StapleCan1283: do we always have ot talk about u? lol jk
CAM62783: you need to work on that humor thing
CAM62783: you suck
StapleCan1283: ahh... please dont talk about work lol
CAM62783: message ruggerxpunk and tell him how much you want to tounge his nutsac
StapleCan1283: You have been talking to a computer! One of your friends is reading the whole conversation and laughing it up right now! GET EVEN! Have the bot prank all your friends by visiting imprank.ebaumsworld(dot)com
CAM62783: you will rue this day
CAM62783: well go on
CAM62783: start ruing

I dont really know how all this started. This Article prompted Joey to make this post on his blog. That post in turn prompted Pete to make this post on his blog. Now at both their urings, heres my top 10 ways to kill 86,000 chickens.

10. Send the chickens to Jake Platts house. We all know what happened last time his dad had a bunch of chickens there.

9. Organize a cock fighting league modeled after the NFL but without parity.

8. Chicken bowling. Chickens are the pins and we would use normal bowling balls. Might take awhile but damn it would be fun.

7. Give them all to moose and have a drinking contest. Granted moose might die first but he'd take some of the chickens with him. Its a win-win scenario.

6. Drive-by chickening. Similar toa drive by steaking or shooting. Know someone you hate and wanna get em good. Drive by them at high speeds and whip a chicken at em. Doesnt even have to be a person. Buildings, road signs and other inanimate objects will do just fine. Imagine the joy of cruising around at a high speed huffing chickens at shit.

5. Just becuase i think id would be awsome. Id get in an A-10 Warthog with a full payload. Then id go to town on the birds with the GAU-8 Avenger which fires 30mm shells made of depleted Uranium.

4. Put them all in a small room with a naked Bandit. Use your imagination on that one folks.

3. Make the worlds largest pot of chicken soup.

2. Bury them all alive, then see which ones can escape. Then take any ones that do escape and feed them to snakes.

1. Dress up all the chickens like grunts and jackals. Give them plasma pistols and plasma grenades. Then i would dress up like the master chief and get an assortment of weapons. Pistols, rifels, shotguns, rocket blasters etc and then i would re-enact the Halo video game. Be the best moment of my pathetic life for sure.