Jack Frost

Hi. I speak French.

LOL I have no words... Gotta love the Turnpike.

Eventually many students will end up developing a mix of print and cursive because it's a bit slow to do in print. I still think it's still penmanship because handwriting is still an art for an individual to develop over time without realizing it and we still rarely find a handwriting that is the same for two persons. Just because many people of my generation don't write like the cursive alphabet cards over the blackboard during grade three or official scrip in the books or even like our grandparents, it doesn't mean it's not penmanship. Printing is writing. There is no "or" in it.

As a resident of Canada, I am revoking your right to complain about the "wintry" weather. Wildone is obviously exempted. This is what I have to live through for a few months: Tonight: -12C (9F) Tomorrow: -10C/-16C (13F/2F) (-25C/-13F windchill) Saturday: -14C/-20C (6F/-4F) (-23C/-9F windchill) Sunday: -19C/-24C (-2F/-11F) Monday: -19C/-25C (-2F/-11F) Tuesday: -9C/-17C (15F/0F) Wednesday: -5C/-13C (22F/8F) (Yay, a heatwave!)

Just die with a bomb in your mouth.

What's wrong with those (maybe except with the term "bust" for "burst")? It's called linguistic evolution and it's always ongoing even we don't notice that much. Just saying that this is a poor example for a language freak like me as they aren't hallmark of "poor education".

Cam... UNFFF!!!! I have no words... Just a few seconds of primitive throaty sounds produced immediately upon viewing the photos. Love the shirt btw.

Fact about my table: it has a wrench built into it.

Got myself a shirt and tie. First time ever in my life I tied a tie... And it took be 30 minutes. ¬¬ I look fabulous, so I'm wearing it to school tomorrow. I like. Erm... Hi, I'm Jack and I'm very friendly. o_o

It's illegal in Quebec and I know why. Just don't do it. I try to do it when I'm at a stop light but stop once I have to go. The person can wait. Otherwise, pull over. Some drivers have a bat in the trunk, so you don't want to provoke them. Yeah, that's Montreal driving.

Maybe you two should help me finding a fitting costume there considering that you already have seen me sans shirt and almost sans jeans.

I was talking about westerly winds, which always goes at the same direction for mid-northern and mid-southern hemispheres: west-to-east. Northern Queensland and the Northern Territory usually have trade winds, which go east-to-west due to their close location to the equator.

Mainly because my idea how the winds flow around would be generally over the continent, drying up, and getting some rain once they hit the east coast (not always a lot of moisture to reach the coastal lands past the Great Dividing Range before going over the ocean). Then I looked on the wind map that east-to-west winds do go over northern Queensland and the Northern Territory, unlike the rest of the country as they get east-to-west winds. So I just got the weather patterns all mixed up a bit. I did know about the monsoons and tropical weather do exist in Australia, but I always though they're limited to the extreme ends of Queensland and the Northern Territory only (like Darwin and Cape York Peninsula). That's why I'm surprised that southern parts of the state could be hit with so much water. Oh winds are what steer the storms as it would be almost impossible for storms to go east-to-west against the west-to-east winds and vice versa.

A question that the newspapers here never seen to address... How the hell Australia could get that much rain?! It's a mostly semi-dry country you know... :? EDIT: Never mind... o,o This is a pretty shitty time for people over there and a hard lesson that "it doesn't happen at my house" mentality for them supposedly. :S

haha I was only teasing. I wouldn't care... It's just get me confused for a mere second once I find out it's not me. Frostina... Maybe I got a long-lost cute sister? Maybe our dad Father Winter didn't tell us something?

Long live paper though. Just because I say so.

Please don't use my two well-established nicknames to someone else. It confuses me and the others. (Nothing really personal Frostina).

I walked to Ben’s house and found him on the front porch quickly preparing for something. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a quick French kiss. “Hey, what are you doing?” I asked. “Shhh…” He put his finger on his lips, “I’m preparing to get revenge on my evil little brother,” he whispered. “Oh…” I looked at the floor to find a hose and a couple of water balloons. “Take the hose and follow me,” Ben grinned and walked to the side of the porch quietly. There I saw Matt innocently bu

It’s been two days since that eventful night of embarrassment and the relief that followed. Krist has been nothing but all normal as if nothing had happened. His silly moods in the morning were directed to everyone as usual, not just me and Ben. So, now it’s Julien, Loïc, Matt, Cecile, Adrien, and Krist that know all about us, and they took it like it was a small simple thing to deal with. My life has changed ever since Ben stepped onto the bus on that day, and I blame that stupid bastard (with

After a week of being back in school, the weekend came up again. Ben and I were sitting down at the dock watching some ice hockey between Krist’s team and the guys from across the lake late in the morning. Krist’s team was being quite vicious, but that was normal since they have been playing against each other for years. Despite all of their hard effort, they lost to a tie-breaking goal, but Krist didn’t care much since the game was just for fun and an excuse to get out of the house during the w

“Ben!” Matt jumped out of the car when he saw us coming off of the bus, and ran to hug Ben. “Oh god, now here the weather is more bearable,” I delighted myself, feeling 25F instead of 5F as it had been for almost all week up north. Not that I hate the cold, it’s just that it’s been tiring to bundle up all the time for it. Just then I saw Mom next to Mrs. Lemoureaux. “Mom!” I hugged her, “Missed you!” She blushed a little. Mrs. Lemoureaux smiled at me, and then hugged Ben. “Ok Julie, I t

It was Thursday, Ben was driving west on Highway 40. To where, no idea. Ben wouldn’t tell me, so I just sat there all relaxed and enjoyed the vast snow-covered farmlands and forests, with the Laurentian Mountains at the horizon. Our two overnight stays in Quebec City were awesome. Julien and Loïc were sleeping in the back seat again, as we passed through Montreal still going west. Ben explained that there wasn’t much to do in Montreal on a Thursday, so he picked somewhere else to show me. We

“Ben! Réveille-toé!” Adrien knocked on the door. “Hmm…hmmm…” Ben grumbled with his eyes still closed. He got up and stretched. “Ben!” Adrien said again. “Je me réveille, câlisse!” Ben shouted. (I’m waking up, fucking goddammit!) He took off his undies, scratched his balls, and walked to the door. “Ben…” Adrien began to knock again, but stopped himself when Ben opened the door right in front of him. Adrien looked shocked that Ben stood there naked in front of him. Adrien was, as usual

Julien came to Adrien’s doorway and it was obvious he only pretended to be surprised. “Loïc! Pourquoi t’es à genoux devant la queue d’Adrien?” Julien crossed his arms, and wore a serious look on his face, “Tu m’as dit que tu rentrais chez toi.” (Why are you on your knees in front of Adrien’s dick? You told me you were going home) “Ben ouais, mais j'ai pas pu résister à Adrien qui il avait tellement besoin de se détendre,” Loïc grinned. (Well yeah, but I wasn’t able to resist Adrien when he

“Can I have my boy now?” Ben asked Julien. We were still on the dance floor, and Ben and Loïc came over to us. “I thought you weren’t going to dance,” Julien teased. “Loïc made me and I was too drunk to resist,” Ben stumbled a little pushing Julien away from me, “And I still am… Now, it’s my turn with him.” Loïc took Julien away to their table so Julien could have another smoke. “I suck at dancing,” I told Ben. “Yes, you do, but you’re trying hard enough,” Ben stepped on my foot on p