Yes, I know, and admit it.
I am sorry.
Does the fact I did community service today help?
Wait a minute… no, not community service, as in jail type community service. Ok, various relatives who think I am a wee bit young to start a life of crime? (And yeah, I know that my grammar is pretty sucky.)
Anyways, I litter picked. (Is that even a word/phrase?) all the way from the Irving Gate at the end of Bridge Street to the corner of the park. (You may not know what I mean since that isn’t a very good explanation, so let me just tell you that it was a LOT of litterpickingup to do.)
No, I am not a noble person. Mr Guimond gave me ten bucks to do it. (Which is actually very community servicy of him, since that isn’t even his land. I think it is either crown land or Irving land. Not sure which.)
Since I don’t really know what else to post about I will post about the garbage I picked up. (No, don’t run away, I’m not THAT crazy. Just sort of crazy.)
What kind of garbage there was the most of.
1st prize- cigarette butts. I didn’t even pick up all of the butts, there were just too many of them.
2nd prize- Tim Horton coffee cup lids. Not very many coffee cups, but there were tons of lids. Makes you wonder what happened to the cups…
1st prize- Hub cap. I kid you not, I was picking stuff up, and there was this cracked Hub cap. It was odd. VERY odd.
2nd prize- A shirt. Old, moldy, and ragged, but it was still a shirt. Or what was left of one… it had kind of disintegrated.
3rd prize- A soup ladle taped to a stick. Makes you wonder what it was used for…
Just plain disgusting garbage.
There is only one that really deserves to be up here.
What I think was a condom.
Aside from the above it was actually kind of fun picking up stuff. I knew I was making it way cleaner, and it made me… happy.
I kind of feel like I just helped God or something.
Yeah I know, weird, but it does feel good to get out there and DO something.
The only thing is I feel like keeping guard over my clean strip of grass with a big stick, and looking out for litterers. That is a normal feeling, right? ;p
To get our minds off garbage here are some pics. (these are for relatives. If you are not related feel free to skip these.
Actually on second thought… never mind. I have no idea how to upload pics, so just forget it. Sigh. I’m sorry relatives (I’m looking at you Papa.) I will have to ask Mom to show me how.
Just imagne a cute two year old, a cute four year old, and a cute seven year old.And then imagne me, two inches taller then when you last saw me.
Over and out,