My mom has the coolest job ever.

I always thought that the criminal law we all saw in the media, with all the patterns, and all that was just a thing of fantasy, and that nothing was ever quite like that, but recently, I found out that my very on mother, back as a QC (Queen's Counsel, an honorable Prosecutor title) had dealt with a very interesting trials like this. And I have to admit that I was drawn by a game where you held such cases in court to go into law, but now I think I'm legitimately drawn to law as a career. Let me explain the story I heard.

Years ago my mom held a trial against a man who had beaten his girl friend, he had pulled out some of her hair, and she had it in a bag. But she also had a letter saying why she didn't want to press charges. My mother was angry with her by the end of the trial because she was giving her an opportunity to come out, and get this man punished for what he had done. And that my mother couldn't do anything else to help her. So she pointed out the hair, and that nobody without a health problem has this much hair falling out for no reason. But no charges were pressed.

Several years later, a file came across her desk from Ontario. It was the same man, except he was still in Saint John's even though his new girl friend had gone to Ontario. She had had a worse deal than the first. She had been hit and fell into a drum symbol. She lost sight in her right eye, and has a permanent scar from the incident. But she also carried a letter, and upon observation, my mother found that this letter, and the letter from her trial had three of the same sentences, each key sentences in the letter. So they saw fit to pursue the matter. They searched for his other offenses, and they found another girl with a letter with the same three sentences. But the current trial couldn't be ractivated because of late information or something. So they reopened the Saint John's case with the girl my mom had dealt with 4 or 5 years earlier.

She was now married with a child so she was a little scared about the man. But she and the other girl came out about how he had forced them to write the letter and told them what to write, as did the poor girl who fell on the symbol. They had all the evidence they needed so they put him away. Unfortunately though once he was released he did the same to another girl, and she also had a letter, but without the same sentences, so they didn't pursue it.

Anyways, I'm proud to call her my mother, and I hope that some day I can do things like this to help people and give them justice. I want to do my part to make a better world.

What's Up?

So I finally updated the apps on the blog, and nothing much has happened since I last posted.

I've been stuck in work. I have so many projects, and studying with exams right round the corner then France. Yes, France, then Spain then England, and maybe even Italy at some point. I know I should be excited, but I really don't want to go to Europe this summer, but I have to go. I HAVE to go to France. You never say that! France is like Love central, and sterotypically all of the girls are pretty, and it has an awesome climate, and beautiful landscape. But I don't want that, especially not the girls part. Not at all keen on that part at all. (In other words, I love you Aly, and you're beautiful, I was just pointing out one of the general reasons some people go.) I'm not sure why I don't want to go though I mean it's France. We're staying in an appartment by the Eifel Tower for a few days. It's freaking Paris! Nobody doesn't want to go! Here is a kidnap scenario!

"What the hell is going on!?"

"We're kidnapping you."

"Oh hell no! Where are you taking me!?" *struggles*

"We are kidnapping you to France."

"You'll never take me ali- wait, France. Like THE France, the contry?"

"Yes."

"Alright! I've always wanted to go to France! This is going to be awesome!"

"Yeah! I know!"

"France with the pretty ladies, and the- hey wait, where in France are we going?"

"Paris, we'll be staying at an appartment overlooking the Eifel Tower area."

"PARIS! THE PARIS! CITY OF FREAKING LOVE PARIS!? OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO PARIS!"

"Aw man! I know right! That, like the whole gravity of the experience save for the kidnapping is totally just sinking in! I'm going to Paris baby!"

"You- you know what we have to do? We have to try escargot, oh! Oh! And frog legs! Dude we HAVE to!"

"Aw no way man that's gross!"

"Come on! When in Paris man!"

*ponders for a second.* "OK the saying is when in Rome, but still you're right!"

"Alright! But I hope you know that your need to be the smartest guy in the room is very off putting."

"Why do you think I kidnapped you. It's probably also why I'm still alone."

OK, I got a little off track, but you get the point right? I'm really weird for not wanting to tour Europe for a month. I have a feeling though that it's because I doubt I would have interenet connection, and *sniffles* I'll miss you guys.

After a sentemental moment, my new apps. We'll start with the pole. I think I should become more serious about the blog, and I want your opinions.

Next is Flea Market Montgomery. This is pretty much the worst add ever, but still the greatest. It's so bad it's good.

Lastly the picture. This is Virgil Falconer, my first rp character. A character made for Stranded, a desert island rp. It worked for a little bit, but the whole rp went to hell when Cannibles are introduced and some people went in to help the fight including my own Virgil. He was left unconcious in a cave for the cannibles to eat. It was still fun. I had a good time with that rp.

Over and out!

Natty Man.

I haven't posted for a while have I?

Well all that's really happened since I posted was a lot. Tons of stressful school stuff, and shit at school, but since I'm feeling optemistic, I'm going to tell you about how me and Aly got together.

Aly is a regular commenter on the blog, and my girl friend. I was in a relationship with Carls who was on blogger for a short time a few weeks back. And we had drifted apart a bit after two months, but we sort of remained friends. And uh, I'm a mean person, and started liking Aly before we officially broke up, but while we were on not so good terms. This all happening after easter break. About two weeks after me and Carls broke up, I told Aly I liked her, and was kind of surprised to hear that she liked me too. And this is pretty much really old news anyways, so I'll just say that I'm with Aly and loving it, and her. You mean so much to me Aly... sorry for not having more to say on this topic.

In writing news I prepared an exert from the probably abandoned Vendetta. As well as got part way through another exert for a story called Run Run as Fast as You Can. And am thinking of just writing old style story telling, though I doubt it would work too well. I have definetly also stolen some of the idea from Percy Jackson and the Olympians, which by the way had an amazing conclusion, a consistantly awesome series to the end. If I wasn't swamped with home work I might actually do this. Anyways, I'll take it one step at a time, and translate the Vendetta exert from my math book to the computer.

I am also the dady of an egg baby named Annabeth Eve Isabelle Leon, Annabeth from Percy Jackson, and Eve and Isabelle are the names of both my Grandmothers, so I used them as middle names. She's brown.

Nathaniel Leon. He might have ADD. Hopefully Dislexia too. *crosses fingers* (Just for you Calvin.)