sympathy for the devil

so i trekked to st catherines today, to see ma petite soeur. as usual it was an eventful day. the woman at her chinese prison meets cruel intentions school, wouldn't let me get her, she was all suspicious of me, and how i knew her, and thus i was acting suspicious, which made her more suspicious and me act shadier. thankfully my mom came in and everyone recognized her. we went to boston pizza (NEVER get pad thai at boston pizza) for lunch. we went to the "Pen Centre" which is st.catherines equivalent to sherway mall but smaller, and more trashy, actually the whole town can be summed up in the words "smaller" and "more trashy". i got this weird coat at Reitmans, its cool, but i'm suspicious about why it was only 10$.... anyway, the ride home with my mother is what always scares me the most last week we were going down the highway and she turns to me and was like "wow i'm doing 180 clicks!" also she told me her greatest joy in life is derived from passing people on the highway. but meh i live to tell the tale. for the first time in my entire scholastic career i am totally caught up with all my readings, actually ahead in a few subjects, its a very freeing feeling, i finally have time for pleasure reading. which i'm currently very behind in, every book i've been interested in and bought since september has been patiently waiting for this day i'll see you in bed tonight ulysses.