I was away from home for the past two weeks, full of anticipation for my arbitrary day gift. I also felt guilt when I was told a package arrived days ago, knowing I couldn't confirm receiving it until now! (I was expecting a few parcels from Amazon orders as well, couldn't be sure this package was the long-awaited prize.) I arrived home today and ran to the mail, the flames of curiosity burning in my eyes. I tore through the wrapping of one bulky package marked "Arbitrary Day". Lo and behold; "Drop Dead Healthy" by A. J. Jacobs. My sister happened to be present and immediately said she was jealous, telling me who this author is. In this book the author tries almost every health and fitness regime or gimmick under the sun for a year and documents his experience. I know I will love the book because I am passionate about fitness, I love reading and I love a good guffaw, old bean! Inside the book was some Calgary Flames body decals, giving away the location (or at least favourite hockey team) of my sender, [you rascal]. Then I noticed a purple envelope. I tentatively opened it, wondering what majesty could lay within. And there he was, forehead concealed y an unruly mess of hair, one of Canada's symbols: The Biebs. This envelope carried a Bieber fan kit, complete with a "signed" photograph, a fill-in-the-blank love letter to Mr. B, cut-out novelty glasses, and an official certification of me being "in love" with the guy. My sisters began screeching and pointing at me, telling me that I must love Bieber, and my sender had figured it out somehow. Tears welled up in my eyes. "No," I whimpered. "No, it's not true!" But alas, they truly Belieb that I am of the church of Justin. Thank you loubug. Now I have to listen to "Baby" when I visit my sisters.