Dear reader's of Cor's blog:
I don't know about you, but I am getting horrendously bored of the post on Shakespeare and the nine comments on it. Consequently, I have decided to apologize for the lack of activity around this place.
See. I am Kris. I have decided quite simply to bring you some insight into Cor's so called life. Which is actually slightly more like a life then it has been in a while. Despite Shakepeare and what ho shirts. And although it might not make her blog much more exciting, it can't be any worse then her absence. Can it? O.k. Forget that.
To put things basically, Cor is now self sufficient. For the most part. This is applicable, despite her often stated plans of making her Dad buy her things. She manages this by living cheaply with an old friend who is now her roomie. The friend part may or may not continue to be a correct use of term. Only time will tell.
This particular roomie. Well, she's cool. She's got exceptional taste, she's fun, and easy going, and doesn't clean her kitchen. It's me, to be exact. But where was I taking this? Oh yes, she's to cheap to buy a computer. Either that or she simply can't afford it. So Cor is stuck with the library and occasional generosity of friends. It's been a while since she's had the time to surf around trying to find stuff to do. Like comment on your blog, or post in hers. At least that's the way it seems to me.
However, she isn't even home right now. She went off to counsel at camp. I don't know much about her camp life. But she seems to enjoy it enough. She's also staying with a friend for a bit, I think. But I don't know much about what she does when she's away. Or even when she's coming back. She's very vague on such issues.
She wears lots of plaid shirts and won't give me her stripey skirt even though she never wears it. She saved three cents by buying the cheapest shampoo. Recently she has occasionally tried new things and expanded her horizons. Which she was never open to when she was fifteen. She'll never take blame for anything, like breaking my fridge. She sleeps on the floor where the dust gives her allergies. She doesn't sound so fake when she laughs anymore. But she can get in bad moods which make the rest of us snarly. She's living in different circumstances now then ever before. So things will change.
Lastly, she's probably getting over her internet addiction.
This has been a brief update on Cor's life. Even if extremely dull. I could tell you a great many more things. But I think I'd best leave it here. Shut-up. I don't like people yawning at my writing.
Kris
As a disclaimer, none of the above opinions have been officially accepted by Corrianne herself. I have posted here without any permission on her behalf, which comes from her giving me her password. So she might be mad, but I think she'll get a kick out of it. To be short, you might be asked to forget you read this. Cor is, of course, welcome to delete this off her blog if she finds it as ridiculous as you do.

i forgot to mention that i, oh lucky me, have now seen a play by that most greatest of all playwrights, william shakespeare himself. live. okay, it was in a park. okay, the actors weren't world class. so what! it was great. and it was with two of my favourite people, my dear sister sarah and my good freind kris. hurrah for me!

first, it was an awesome weekend!
second, i got a nice view of calgary from one end to the other on foot this morning. stupid transit system was down. well, not all of it. but still. there was downtown, and then there was where the tracks curved and the druggies...... two guys yelled something at me (don't know what) and this other guy was lieing there almost naked looking all yellow and red and swollen and smoking something and shaking. convulsing, actually. i just walked fast and kept my knife handy and didn't actually worry to much for some reason. maybe i was too woozy from the bus trip. which wasn't to bad, but it was all night. and i was so late when i got to where i was going on the train mel wasn't there to pick me up anymore so i had to walk again. in all about an hour and a half. not bad, but i was getting hungry and tired. i felt really smelly when i got back. stupid dirty city air.
you've heard about the mysterious bites that ess and i suffered on our lower extremities.
you've heard about the great shirt painting. my sisters will be jelous.
kris, you should see the church they go to. the people look like we used to look like. scary, eh? i agreed with quite a lot of the sermon though, and i was most deffinatly a blessing to the people there. i even made one of the girls' eyes pop out with the full count of kids in the family. that was fun.
i made the dog bark.
i swam in their pool, which isn't a cold as they think it is. :)
i watched casablanca today on tv. i've never seen it before, just heard of it. it was.... interesting. now i know who humphry bogart is. i think.
thanks again for having me! it was great. come see us soon!