Haha, and it's mostly true.

Advanced Global Personality Test Results Extraversion 83% Stability 40% Orderliness 33% Empathy 30% Interdependence 56% Intellectual 50% Mystical 63% Artistic 30% Religious 10% Hedonism 10% Materialism 70% Narcissism 63% Adventurousness 36% Work ethic 30% Self absorbed 70% Conflict seeking 56% Need to dominate 63% Romantic 36% Avoidant 36% Anti-authority 50% Wealth 43% Dependency 63% Change averse 56% Cautiousness 56% Individuality 50% Sexuality 23% Peter pan complex 76% Physical security 70% Food indulgent 43% Histrionic 56% Paranoia 43% Vanity 56% Hypersensitivity 70% Female cliche 70%

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Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.

Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

trait snapshot:
messy, outgoing, open, self revealing, ambivalent about chaos, unpredictable, not good at saving money, social, likes large parties, likes to stand out, risk taker, quick to make friends, does not like to be alone, rash, fame seeking, sarcastic, craves attention, social chameleon, low self control, food lover, not rule conscious, weird, assertive, not a perfectionist, anti-authority, thrill seeker, vain, likes to fit in, reckless, emotionally sensitive, leisurely, trusting

Seriously, who wants to be a fucking lawyer?

I want English to die right now. We're doing this mock-trial thing where we are putting two crappy books on trial to see which one should be kept on the English Pre-IB 9 reading list. I wanted to be part of the so called "media," but my team needed a third lawyer and everybody wanted me to do it because apparently I'm "smart" and would make a good lawyer. I like to talk and I've been peforming on stage for eleven years, so I don't really mind making an ass of myself in front of everyone, but I am so bad at thinking on my feet. I knew I should have joined improv... The worst part, is Mickhael is a lawyer on the other team and he's going to cross-examine one of my witnesses. Mickhael is known for contradicting EVERYTHING and being really stubborn, even when he's wrong.

I'm so pissed off right now.

Hmmm

I just realized that I have incredibly bad posture.

No wonder my back hurts.

And no wonder I dance funny.

I NEVER would have guessed that there were AMERICANS in an AMERICAN MALL, Faaria.

So it's official. I have gone a full fifteen days without any sleep except for an hour or two a few days ago. I must now point out that I have not had any sort of coffee product in the last two weeks. I have, however had copious amounts of chocolate in the last couple of days.

Arg, I have to go back to school tomorrow. I have dedicated today almost completely to homework, with doing other stuff mixed in so I don't go crazy. I want French to die. However, I can't spend all day doing homework since my family is going shopping at National Cheese after we pick Erin up from SFU. Erin finally bugged mom into taking us, since we have barely any cheese in the house and we ran out of manchego a couple of days ago. I can't wait to buy more cheese curds if they have any, but even if the do, they won't be as good as the curds you get at Hilary's Cheese on Vancouver Island. Yes, that is the main reason why we go to the Island a few times a year. We go for cheese and salmon nuggets, although you have to go all the way to Port Hardy for that and it's so BORING up there.

Anyways, I really should get back to my homework. God, I'm so lazy. Well, anything beats putting gyprock filler on walls.

My hair is still wavy and I don't know why. It's probably because I haven't brushed it yet today. I should probably go do that or it'll look like crap later...

I disgust myself sometimes.

Why yes, Sean, I love you soooo much!

But you'll never be my true love.

Because Warren is!!!!

For who wouldn't love him, the Whoopie Cushion Prince, the Leadership Pimp, the short guy with the ugly glasses...

And he was SO CUTE when he was three!

He will always be my true love.

So, although I love you, Sean, you will never be my true love.

That would just be wrong.

Knock Knock

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Oh look, a lemon!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
























I didn't expect you to get that.

The tattooed map is in North Africa...

Ha ha, I just remembered that.

So I guess Africa can't explode now, can it?

Poor Auswine.

Last night, at about twelveish Erin suddenly looked up from her laptop and announced that the paper she was working on that was due today had mysteriously disappeared. This morning, she was up at five thirty retyping her paper, after only getting about three hours of sleep. Also, she skipped all of her morning classes and left about two hours ago. I don't even know what the paper was about. Oh wait, yes I do. Hmmmm, Television in the Alternative: The Future of Innovation and the Arts in the Canadian Broadcasting System, or something like that. Fun. Well, at least she's interested. Personally, I am not really into communications and journalism. This morning I went for a walk with my parents just to give her some peace, and to get away from her bitchiness. I didn't really want to, since I'm not feeling well, but I suppose that if I haden't gone, we wouldn't have stopped at the bakery and gotten some of those ginger snaps that I love so much. Grrrrr, it's inevitable, I'm going to be fat someday. I think I'm going to drag Erin out for a run later. She needs it.

My jacket smells like dog. I wonder why.

Ahh, what better workout for your arms than tearing gyprock off walls with a sledgehammer. And I just got wet from accidentally walking outside while the kids who live upstairs washed their mother's car. I'm going to go change into something drier.

My dad says it's nice that I've found a replacement family.

Today I almost fell asleep at Sean's house, but sleep is still beyond my reach. I seriously don't know what is wrong with me. After failing to see it in theatres on three seperate occasions, I have finally seen The Incredibles. It was pretty good. It would have been a lot better if a certain someone hadn't been going on and on about how he'd love to have superpowers. Sheesh Sean, you're such a guy! But I love your house. Your house has real appliances and real beds and other luxuries like that. The only reason why I don't love your house is because of the whole cell phone reception thing. Hmmmm, Sean with a cell phone. This is like deja vu. I remember feeling this sense of foreboding and "Oooo! I wonder how many times that poor phone is going to be lost!" just a little over a year ago when Siobhan got her first phone. Ha ha, and I was right too. More than once I've been sprawled out on her couch and discovered her phone between the cushions.

Hmmm, Erin seems to have disappeared. Whatever.

I'm bored of this.

Nothing better to do...

Today I hung out at the Roundhouse and found out that I'm on the Youth Week Steering Committee. I think they just said that anyone who was at the meeting was on the committee, as long as they were under the age of twenty four. This means that I am on two seperate committees, steering and publications. Also, I will be fundraising and volunteering all during Youth Week.

I just had a delightfully wonderful arguement with my sister about milk, which included quotes from an afterschool cartoon that we saw about five years ago. I'm not going to give the details because the whole milk arguement took about ten minutes and I'm feeling particularly lazy today. Hmmmmm, I think she wants the computer since she just asked me what I was doing, to which I replied, "Drinking tea," and now she's mad at me. I don't particularly care, but I have decided that this arguement isn't nearly as exciting as the on on Sunday where I ended up yelling for five minutes straight about milkshakes and how my family was out to get me and make my life miserable. Don't ask.

Damn my sister's laptop!

Erin's fucking computer just deleted my post just before I was going to publish it! Stupid thing. Now no one can read my wonderful post about springtime in Vancouver and ancient Celtic holidays. I would smash this bloody thing, but then I would have to buy Erin a new one and I wouldn't be able to go to LA.

I stole this from Erin.

It's quite simple. Just copy and paste in the comments section and fill out your answers. And if you are commenting anonymously, please include your name, as it is no fun to guess who you are unless you are Siobhan, but even then it's no fun because it's SO BLOODY OBVIOUS!

Oh, and you can make it as random and obscure as you like, as long as it makes sense, but please keep it relatively appropriate. Seriously, my mom was hovering yesterday.

I ____ Abby.
Abby is ____.
If I were alone in a room with Abby, I would _______.
I think Abby should ____.
Abby needs ______.
I want to ____________ Abby.

1. How long have you known me?
2. When and how did we first meet?
3. What was your first impression?
4. Do you still have that impression about me?
5. What do you like best/least about me?
6. What do you think my weakness is?
7. Do you think I'll get married?
8. When's the last time you saw me?
9. What makes me happy in life?
10. What makes me sad in life?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. Describe me in one word.
13. Are you going to put this on your live journal/blog and see what I say about you?

"You think you have it all, right until the pain kicks in."

I am forced to use Erin's laptop right now because for some odd reason, she couldn't use it to type up her papers. I don't really care, but I think that the only reason why I'm even touching her computer is because I wouldn't stop complaining that she has had the computer all weekend.

Today I went to the symphony concert thing, then went to the Red Onion in Kerrisdale to eat bagel thins and pie. That is one of the only reasons that I go to these concerts, other than to be cultured, to listen to nice music and to catch up on my reading. I like pie. Plus, we were listening to Deep Purple on the way home. I should put some Deep Purple on my mp3 player.

Arg, I'm so bored and lonely. My knee hurts. In fact, I am in a lot of physical pain. I think I pulled something in my shoulder last week. And I still can't sleep. I hate my life right now. But then again, doesn't everybody at one time or another? I have the strongest urge to swear out loud for five minutes straight, but I'm not going to. I can't multi-task. I can' type and swear and listen to music and yell at Erin to turn her music down all at the same time.

I wish this laptop had a proper mouse. I hate these laptop mouse things. They tend to jump around on me. This is completely irrelevant to what I was talking about before. What was I talking about before? I am now going to compare the laptop mouse thing to my life. Both are completely annoying and tend to jump around a lot. It's amazing how I can fool people ino thinking I'm hyper.

My mom is sending disapproving looks in my general direction. My parents don't like it when I wear tank tops because I show too much skin. Frankly, I don't care. I don't think my mom really cares either, she just pretends to because of my dad. I think my dad thinks that just because I wear makeup and sometimes low cut shirts, I am turning into a slut, just like all of those problem children he has been dealing with in highschools for the past sixteen years. Since when have I been a problem child? Yeah, I don't get perfect grades like I did last year, but at least I didn't skip fourty-three math classes last semester like some people did, Sean. Sometimes I wonder if you even have a brain. Oh damn, I didn't really mean that. I could never say that about you. I wuv you sooooo much. Ummmm, yes... I think I'm going to go to bed now. I have been deprived of talking to normal people for too long.

You can kind of tell that I'm sleep deprived.

I hate having a sister who refuses to use the internet on her laptop. She spent over twelve hours today doing homework, yes, but also playing games and downloading songs. I actually had stuff I wanted to do on the computer today. Damn her. Instead, I watched Spy Kids on TV, but only because Frickie was sitting on me and I couldn't get up, and I read the DaVinci Code, which was really good although the ending was a little lame.

Tomorrow I'm going to another CBC Radio One Orchestra concert and it's a pity that Megan and Krisha couldn't come. I suppose it's their loss. We were going to go to a restaurant and eat pie afterwards...hee hee oh well, I'm just going to do that anyways.

SUS's party was interesting, with the dancing on the tables and the eating Bailey's Irish Cream flavoured ice cream and the making really big and really chocolatey cookies and the lying on SUS's couch for an hour and a half without really moving and the dramatic reciting of Howl off of the back porch. From the noise we were making, you wouldn't think that there were only seven of us, since SUS's parents and siblings left us alone for about four hours. Oh wait, yes you could. I am now remembering that shivoo at Katie's house where only five of us...hmmmmm, kareoke with too many swear words. There is a reason why Katie's basement is soundproof.

By the way Megan, I still have your note and it's very touching. I intend to keep it forever if that is at all possible.

Tomorrow on our way to the concert, we're probably going to stop at Katie's house to pick up my backpack, especially since it has my cell phone in it. We're also going to stop at mom's work because she somehow forgot her cell phone there. Everything got a little confusing last night when I got to SUS's house and realized that my cell phone wasn't in my purse, then phoned my mom's cell about eight times, then finally had that wonderful idea that was to try phoning my sister, who said that she had phoned and left a message on my phone telling me to not try to phone mom since she didn't have her phone. Ha ha, phone is a funny word. I think my phone is dead. Plus nobody at Katie's house heard it because it's on vibrate. All of my ring tones are really dumb, so I just leave my phone on vibrate now.

I have suddenly decided that I am bored of this, so I am going to leave now. Not that I have anything more interesting to do, at eleven at night, but Saturday Night Live is coming on soon and I don't remember who's on tonight. This post has also taken forever to type, since I am incredibly slow at typing. But I don't think anyone cares so I'm just going to go away now...

Goodnight all of my little and not so little friends and not so friends. I shall probably be back tomorrow.

HAHAHA! YOU CANNOT GET RID OF ME! EVER!

Ummm, yes...

Um...

Well...

Goodnight.

Party hearty

I am at Katie's house right now, and later we are going over to SUS's house for a birthday party. Her birthday was last Saturday, but we forgot to throw her a party, so her birthday has been extended for three weeks, or so Krisha says.

Spring Break! I intend to sleep in tomorrow, hopefully all day. I wish. Tomorrow I will probably sleep in till about eight-thirty, if I sleep at all. Unfortunately, my parents have decided that they will stay home all of spring break and try to finish the bedrooms so I won't have to sleep on a mattress in the livingroom anymore. Jason is going on a cruise to the Bahamas all of next week, so today he was bombarded with people trying to get him to buy them cheap souveniers, me included. At least I didn't demand that he bring me back some sand like Tania did. All I want is a postcard to add to my collection of postcards from places that I have never been to.

I had a socials test and in-class essay today. It was surprisingly easy, considering the fact that I didn't study and I haven't done my socials homework for the past three weeks. I hate Mr. Sidhu. On the informal report card that I got today, he only gave me an "S" which was very stupid, since he based the whole thing on not being late, and shutting up at the second bell. Idiot. On the other hand, I got my academic honour roll and work habits honour roll certificates today.

There's a cross-country meet in September in LA that I want to go to. I really really really want to go. It's first come first served and I've already emailed Mr. Lenton, who is in charge of putting together the team from the Coquitlam area. I have an advantage because he used to work at Moody Middle so he knows me and my dad, who worked there for a year and a half.

Anyways, I really should stop typing because I'm being really antisocial right now. Also, I heard something about hummus...

Hmmmmmmm

Grrrrrr, I'm forced to study for an in class essay and test in socials tomorrow. Like I could care less about Napoleon right now.

Today I was firing my raku piece in ceramics and it was really cold outside. I haven't actually seen my finished piece, but Carolyn has and she says it looks pretty good.

Today on our way home, my family stopped at my aunt and uncle's house to meet my new cousin. She was so little and cute. Garrett spent the whole time running around begging for chocolate and attention and giving people hugs. She really is going to be just like me when she gets older. When we first came in, my mom sat down on the couch and my aunt gave Kendall to her, and Garrett ran up to her and proudly told my mom that she was a sister, though according to her, Kendall is not a "she" but an "it". Kendall didn't really do much, but really, what can you do when you are two days old?

I'm bored of this whole blogging thing tonight. Maybe if I go to bed soon I can get some real sleep.

DAMNIT JEEVES!!!

Ha ha, it's so true

You Know You're From British Columbia When...

You know the provincial flower You consider that if it has no snow, it is not a real mountain. You can taste the difference between Starbucks, Blendz, and Tim Horton's. You know how to pronounce Squamish, Osoyoos & Nanaimo. You can tell the difference between Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean and Thai food. In winter, you go to work in the dark and come home in the dark - while only working eight-hour days. You have no concept of humidity without precipitation. You know that Dawson Creek is a town, not a TV show. You can point to at least two ski mountains, even if you cannot see through the cloud cover. You notice "the mountain is out" when it is a pretty day and you can actually see it. You put on your shorts when the temperature gets above 5, but still wear your hiking boots and parka. You switch to your sandals when it gets about 10, but keep the socks on. You recognize the background shots in your favourite movies & TV shows. You buy new sunglasses every year, because you can't find the old ones after such a long time. You use a down comforter in the summer. The local hero is a pot-smoking snowboarder The local wine doesn't taste like malt vinegar Your $400,000 Vancouver home is 5 hours from downtown You can throw a rock and hit three Starbucks locations You've been to a deforestation protest If a cop pulls you over, just offer them some of your hash It's November, it's raining, but you're still wearing birkenstocks You go broke just paying rent. You don't own a heavy winter coat You can't figure out why Manitoba is considered part of Western Canada. You wouldn't be caught dead on Vancouver Island or Vancouver without your umbrella and plastic shoes. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from British Columbia.

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...and heroin is so passé.

The Man in the Iron mask: Which one is the girl? (Leonardo DiCaprio can't act!)

My imagination had died and has bee reincarnated into someone else's mind. I have yet to figure out who.

Tri is the new sex.

There is no such thing as a homeless person.

I don't want any of your processed CRAP.

This is just a little look at the inside of my now sexy locker. It has pretty decorations now, not those pictures of hot male celebrities cut out from stupid little teenybopper magazines. I think it's fair. I put up with Jenny's decorations for a semester. Mine are better anyways. Now all I have to do is get that "Merry Christmas" message from Krystal off the bottom...

Only three more days...

I realize that some people were worried about my lack of usual happiness today. It's not because my shoulder, hand, head and knee hurt, and contrary to popular belief, I'm not PMSing. I'm not sad, because I really have nothing to be sad about. In fact, today was a happy day. I'm not depressed because I'm too apathetic. I'm tired. Exhausted. Too exhausted to care about anything. I've stopped caring. I've given up. I don't care about school, about my social life, about my family. I don't care about anybody and nobody cares about me. Only three more days until I can sleep again.

Sleep,what a wonderful thing. So wonderful, yet such an unattainable goal. I have no way to slip out of conciousness, to escape my world, if only for a little while. No way, except to drug myself, but I'm too good for that. I just don't sleep anymore. I'm tired, but I don't sleep. I'm sick and in pain, but I don't sleep. I don't care. No one does.

Only three more days...

Congratulations

I just heard, about ten minutes ago, that I have a new cousin. Her name is Kendall Barret Atkins. Yeah, I know, my aunt and uncle choose weird names. I can understant Kendall, but Berret? That's almost as bad as their first daughter, Garrett Brena. My grandmother is going to have a fit over this one. "Kendall? Barret? What the hell were you thinking? Those names are so ugly! Why couldn't you choose a pretty girls' name, like Erin, or Abby? A pretty girls' name!"

Whatever. She was born around two-thirty pm, but I don't know how much she weighed because somehow, my mom forgot to ask. So congradulations to my aunt and uncle, and to my two year old cousin, Garrett, who just became a big sister.

"Oh man, you should have seen how sober we were walking."

I tried curling for the first time today, and although I'm really crappy at it, it was still fun. Actually, out of the eight of us that went, Erin and I seemed to be the only people who were doing anything right. It must be our curling genes. My mom used to curl for Centennial Secondary in the seventies at the same rink. Liz obviously doesn't have the right "genes" in more ways than one. She was wearing jeans, and they now have a giant rip along her inner left thigh. The only bad thing about going curling, was that I forgot that the Sanderson's were curlers. I saw Jessie, Ashley and their dad Ron, who is such an asshole. I have never particularly liked Jessie and Ashley, and although they could dance and were pretty good, they never had any energy, never put any effort into whatever they were doing, never practiced, and damnit, they always acted, and still act so fucking immature. Grrrrrrrr, they are so annoying.

It's Jas's birthday today. I gave him a hug and tried to push any thoughts of him in a kilt out of my mind. None of his friends remembered his birthday. Hmmmmm, sort of reminds me of my last birthday...

*Shudders*

Siobhan and anything electronic...what was her dad thinking giving her that laptop? Suddenly I like living this far away from my friends.

Oh, I don't actually mean that. But damn you Siobhan, I want a laptop too.

Once again, I'm bored, and these things are fun to do anyways.

This is an updated version of the one I posted on my LiveJournal sometime in October.

01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid (I wish)
06. Held a tarantula (my friend had one as a pet once)
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said 'I love you' and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped (I'm afraid of heights)
12. Visited Paris (I'm planning on it)
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea (I have from the top if a mountain)
14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game (I went to one of the last Grizzlies games before they switched cities)
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa (Damn Erin)
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby's diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon (when I was really little)
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse (never actually watched horse racing)
30. Called in sick when you were not ill
31. Asked out a stranger (A stranger asked me out, does that count?)
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can (I scream a lot)
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath (don't ask)
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Ridden a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run (I'm absolutely hopeless at baseball)
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (Which ones? They lived all over the place)
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment (a long time ago)
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends (always)
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign (Those Psychiatric Services signs didn't just come out of nowhere)
57. Backpacked in Europe (I'm planning to)
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach (And Calgary in minus 20 degree weather)
62. Sky diving (Once again, I'm afraid of heights)
63. Visited Ireland (I want to)
64. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight (Ha ha, I'm so weak. I can legpress almost twice my own weight though, when my knee isn't hurting)
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records (What kind of records? Am I supposed to have records?)
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke (*I don't fucking know why I fucking didn't come. Why the fuck didn't I fucking come?*)
72. Lounged around in bed all day (On Thursday, although I wasn't exactly lounging. But there have been other times.)
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving (Hell yeah)
75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theater (too bad it's gone now)
80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business (I actually have believe it or not)
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites (damnit, I want to. I'll never forgive Erin for going to Pompeii without me)
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight (Ms. Gardenner has. There is a reason why she is so...interesting)
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn't have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days (unintentionally last May. Hey, I was sick. You can forgive someone who nearly died)
98. Made cookies from scratch (I did today)
99. Won first prize in a costume contest (Only second)
100. Ridden a gondola in Venice (Damn Erin)
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage (Can you believe that before I started musical theatre when I was five, I was actually shy and quiet?)
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house (My parents borrowed money off of me to make a payment on the morgage)
117. Been in a combat zone (What kind? :P)
118. Buried one/both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently (I'm trying)
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy (I love my etch-a-sketch pen, although I didn't "recently buy" it)
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person (I wrote to Prime Minister Chretien if that counts, and my dad yelled at Christy Clark in her car. She is such a bad driver)
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. ...more than once? - More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication (Quite recently actually)
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone's heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job (I quit)
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone (Brown-Johns' don't break bones)
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Ridden a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph (Wait, what's that in kilometers? Hmmmm, wait, yes. Yes I have)
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Ridden a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet (My mother would kill me)
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing (Pretty close)
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours (Almost)
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents (I want to)
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days (I absolutely loathe canoeing)
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground (I at least want to go to an ancient Mayan burial ground)
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper (More than once. However, I'm not photogenic, so nobody sees these pictures)
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school (I have if you count the fact that my mom was doing her MBA when she was pregnant with me)
176. Parasailed (I'm bloody afraid of heights! This is what, the third time I've said that?)
177. Changed your name (Only temporarily)
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad (I got bored after about twenty pages)
181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read it
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch (Depends on what your definition of "Art" is)
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair (My mom won't let me, and I like my own hair colour anyways)
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested

seventy...pretty decent.

I feel a headache coming on...

Wow, sudden dizziness. And I thought I was over that. Well today has been pretty satisfying, other than the fact that I hate Sundays. My head hasn't been hurting that much, and now I can listen to music again without wanting to scream. We also set the stove up in the garage, so I can finally make cookies again. I was getting tired of my dad eating chocolate chips and talking about "doughless" cookies.

Hmmmm, my parents just came home. Apparently there was a sale on halibut at Save-On Foods so they bought a whole freaking halibut that must have weighed at least twelve pounds. Suzie, who lives upstairs, is a fish monger at Save-On and she cut it and filleted it and was thrilled to bits that my parents visited her at work so she gave us even more of a discount. But bloody hell, that's a lot of fish. It's a good thing that that's pretty much the only kind of meat my family eats...
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...Abby, why the hell are you talking about fish? Who wants to hear about fish?

Hey, what's wrong with fish? Fish tastes good, and there are people in poor starving countries that would love to have fish to eat.

Yes, but people in poor starving countries don't necessarily have computers, do they? And talking about fish would just make them hungrier.

True.

So why are we talking about fish then? This conversation is about as pointless as that discussion you were having with Sean about hair yesterday.

That was pretty pointless, but we really didn't have anything else to talk about.

Whatever. You need help.

Blame it on my locker door.
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...I have just realized that I am talking to myself. Or maybe not. Maybe it was Jeeves. Ha ha, remember Jeeves? Of course not. Nobody remembers Jeeves except for me. Poor Jeeves. I think he died. Hmmmm, if he died, then I would have no conscience. And since when has my conscience been male?

*walks away from her computer muttering and singing random song lyrics*

I found it!!

I found it and I promptly hid it so no one could find it. That piece of paper has some depressing information about my life that I really don't want anyone seeing or reading it. When I read it I cry. I can't throw it out because it might find it's way to someone who can speak English. I don't want to let it go...

Among other things, I think I'm slowly losing the ability to dance.

I danced at Hawthorne Lodge today and it was hell. The dance floor was crappy and the music made my head hurt a lot. The changeroom was full of younger girls that were running and screaming and practicing with their tap shoes on. My head really really hurts and the music that is currently coming out of my sister's laptop is not helping. To top it off, we picked up Garrett so she could see us dance, and so my aunt could have some peace since she is due any day now. Garrett is only two, has a very short attention span, and likes to run even more than I do. Her mom wants to put her into dance in September. She would make a really good dancer. Even if she couldn't get the steps right, she is so energetic and loves any attention she can get. She is like a little mini-me only with curly hair. She loves attention, she loves to dance, she loves to run and she loves bracelets. And she is my own personal groupie. To her, everyone who danced today was Abby. I'm her favourite, because I'm really soft and spoil her and also because Abby is so much easier to to say than Erin. I also talked to Luke today for the first time since last June and he was actually being pleasant and relatively uncocky. He is really tall now so there were a few jokes about how he is tall and I am not, but I pulled the "you may be taller than me, but I'm still older" thing on him (by six weeks) so that was okay. The main thing though, is he doesn't sound like a girl anymore! This is very exciting. Okay, so he never really sounded like a girl, but Little Lukey is growing up. Hee hee, he would kill me if he heard me saying that. Anyways, I screwed up both of my dances today, but I'm going to blame the crappy floor for that, even though it's not true. "I'm a cow, I eat grass..." You know, that song gets stuck in your head really easily. Ahhh, I'm so tired. Hmmmm, I wonder if dad has put the taps on my new shoes yet...

Now, on a happier note...

My hair is normal again. Sheesh, it only took almost a week.

I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.

Is my head supposed to hurt this much two days after I hit it? Madame McIntyre wants me to go see a doctor. The only problem with that is I don't currently have a doctor since Krystal's aunt retired last September. All day I have had people yelling; "Abby, where were you yesterday?" in my ear. There is a reason why I don't miss school.

Today we played a little game in French that involved conjugating irregular verbs. That was okay, except that I don't remember any irregular verbs. I try to remember them, but they just seem to slip out of my mind. I'm blaming this on my head injury, even though I couldn't conjugate them before anyways. Maybe I'm just becoming forgetful. Maybe I am secretly related to Sean. Maybe not.

Grrrrr, I unintentionally missed another dance practice today. I have a small show at Hawthorne Lodge tomorrow. Although I don't mind dancing for elderly people, I'm really not in the mood to dance right now. That was last week.

The brightness of the computer screen is making me dizzy. I think dinner's ready anyways. Hmmmm, it's got chicken in it. I truly think that they're trying to poison me.

Something keeps beeping at me and I don't know what it is.

So, the combination of a cold, constant dizziness, a major headache and the inability to look at anything bright for more than a few seconds, has kept me home from school today. Now I am wondering if this was the best choice, since little three year old Carlos is home, upstairs with his babysitter, screaming his little heart out. Owwwwww, someone just slammed the door. All day, I have been trying to shut out these little noises. The keyboard is especially annoying right now. I can't even listen to my music, and this lack of musicness is making me crazy.

Arg, I hate noise! I haven't said a word out loud since my family left for work and school. I feel so useless right now. I have spent most of my day so far trying to sleep and failing miserably (I've been awake since quarter to six), and trying to block out noise. I can't type, I can't concentrate enough to read or do homework, and the TV is too noisy and there is nothing on anyways. I'm not even hungry, and haven't eaten anything yet today. My poor aching head...

Je suis en douleur.

I hit my head against my locker door today and I have had a headache ever since. Nothing I do is making it feel better, especially since my dad turned the volume up on the radio in the van as we were on our way home, and my head just happened to be right near one of the speakers. I also got yelled at by Mr. Sidhu for not sitting up straight in class. I was in pain! He doesn't teach us anything, so why should I even attempt to pretend I was listening? Idiot. Hmmm, the area near my left eyebrow seems to be swollen.

I can't concentrate at all. All afternoon, I have been really dizzy and tired. I barely did anything in socials, and since I told Madam McIntyre what happened, she pretty much just let me sit and do nothing in French...I can't do this anymore. I can barely type. I'll try to sleep this off.

Fuck off, you damn fascist.

I honestly don't know why I wrote that, because I am not in a ranting mood. I can be, if I try hard enough. My knee hurts again. I am trying to write something for English, and it's just not working. My imagination has died and has been reincarnated in someone else's mind. I have yet to find out who that person is. Grrrrr.

Yes! It is three quarters of a page long! I don't have to think anymore! What a relief that is. I have the sudden urge to listen to German Techno.

Is feminism the new Fascism? I don't know. I missed that debate. Damnit. Speaking of that, it's International Women's Day. Women in China got half the day off today.

Ahhh, I feel so sick. It's not fair. And my hair is so pouffy! I don't know why everyone likes it so much. I have tried so hard to make it straight again. I can't do anything with it. I have washed it two or three times. I hate my hair. I should go get it cut like Megan's, so I don't even have to brush it in the morning. But if it comes down to getting my hair cut or getting contacts, I'm going for the contacts. My glasses don't fit on my head properly right now because Tania kicked a basketball at my head on Friday, and they bent and fell off. This was about five minutes after she accidently sacked Sacsha with the same ball.

I really need some sleep. And I wonder why I'm sick...

Just because I'm bored.

( ) snuck out of the house
(X) gotten lost in your city (Does Vancouver count?)
(X) seen a shooting star
( ) been to any other countries besides the united states (Excluding Canada.) (Wow, this is so American)
( ) had a serious surgery
(X) gone out in public in your pajamas
( ) kissed a stranger
(X) hugged a stranger (I hug everyone)
( ) been in a fist fight (My sister tried to choke me once, does that count?)
( ) been arrested
( ) done drugs
(X) had alcohol
(X) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose (I wasn't actually laughing...)
(X) pushed all the buttons on an elevator (Who hasn't?)
( ) made out in an elevator
( ) slept in an elevator
(X) swore at your parents
(X) kicked a guy where it hurts (Seriously, don't tickle me)
(X) been in love
(X) been close to love
( ) been to a casino
( ) been skydiving
( ) broken a bone (Us Brown-Johns don't break bones)
( ) been high (On what?)
( ) skinny-dipped
(X) skipped school (Band, and there was that one metal class...)
( ) flashed someone (Chris and Kevin were trying to get me to flash them, but I didn't, although Maria did and I was standing right next to her)
( ) saw a therapist
( ) done the splits (I almost did once, but I was like five at the time)
(X) played spin the bottle
( ) gotten stitches
(X) had an IV
( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour
(X) bitten someone (Not Warren, despite what you may think)
( ) been to Niagara Falls
(X) gotten the chicken pox (Do you know how hard it is to be four years old and get the chicken pox on the day of your preschool's sports day, and have to watch all of your friends having fun outside, while you are stuck inside with your annoying sister who also has the pox? No? I didn't think so)
(X) kissed a member of the opposite sex
( ) kissed a member of the same sex
(X) crashed into a friend's car (Does walking into one count?)
( ) been to Japan
(X) ridden in a taxi (Once a week for three years in Elementary school because of Challenge)
( ) been dumped
( ) shoplifted
( ) been fired (I quit, thank you very much)
( ) had a crush on someone of the same sex
(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back (Haven't we all?)
( ) stole something from your job
( ) gone on a blind date
(X) lied to a friend (Only because it was necessary)
( ) had a crush on a teacher
( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans
( ) been to Europe (No, but Erin and I are planning a trip to Germany...)
( ) slept with a co-worker
( ) been married
( ) gotten divorced
( ) had children
( ) saw someone die (Hopefully never.)
( ) been to Africa (When I win the lottery then I will travel everywhere)
( ) Driven over 400 miles in one day (Probably not, but I don't pay attention whenever we go on a road trip, so I really don't know)
(X) Been to Canada (Where's Canada, eh?)
( ) Been to Mexico
(X) Been on a plane
( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Thrown up in a bar
( ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire
(X) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been snowboarding (Not yet)
( ) Met someone in person from the internet
( ) Been moshing at a rock show
( ) Cut yourself on purpose
( ) Been to a moto cross show
( ) lost a child
( ) gone to college (Too young)
( ) graduated college (Once again, too young)
( ) done hard drugs (My parents would murder me if I did)
( ) tried killing yourself
(X) taken painkillers (Complaining about my knee does nothing for the pain)
(X) love someone or miss someone right now (Always)

Dancity dancity dance

Well, today has made up for the dance competition that I had to miss on Wednesday because Erin had school. I was competing in Group Tap, Fourteen Years, Small Group, and we placed first, with a score of eighty-six. The adjudicator was really nice, and every group in the fourteen year old category got something. There were only three groups in the small group category, and everyone got a mark over eighty, so everyone placed. There were four groups in the medium group category, where three placed and the all boys group got an honourable mention. This was a little odd because this is the first time that I haven't seen an all boys group place, just because they were boys. There were four groups in the large group category, and all of them placed, since two groups tied for third. Beckie and Jordan-Leigh (who I didn't even know was still dancing) were in one of the large groups and placed third. Other than the actual dancing and placing, I hate competitions. I hate the extra makeup, the hair, the freaking out the night before because you can't find one of your costume pieces, the overly stressed moms, the overly stressed dance teacher...there's more, but I'm technically not supposed to be on the computer right now, so I won't go into detail.

Anyways, I should go because my mom wants me to help clean the house. I do not believe that this will ever happen. This house has never been clean. It was dirty since we bought it, and we're still renovating, so it's hopeless. But from the arguments that I've had with my parents these last few days, I know better than to argue. The last thing I want is house arrest, with no way of entertaining myself.

I think my imagination has died.

I can never think of anything interesting to write. There is no inspiration in my world. I think I'm just going to write about what ever comes to mind.

My mom is making bad jokes about woks. Oh God.

Krisha is trying to buy tickets to the symphony. She and Megan are going to go with my family. We will all out to dinner afterwards and eat pie.

The dog next door is scaring me. I think it's all those years of neglect.

I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOUR PROCESSED CRAP! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT WHEN YOU EAT KRAFT SINGLES, YOU ARE SUPPORTING THE IMPERIAL TOBACCO COMPANY? AND THEY TASTE BAD TOO!

Support fair trade! It's landmine awareness week too!

I love Gary. He's such a nice person. Hee hee, "Everybody loves Gary." I smell a new sitcom. "Abby and Ryan are best friends, Abby and Ryan are best frie-ends." Hmmmm, that was the old one. But seriously, who couldn't love Gary? He gave the Easter candy prize that he won in French during a group test to my group. We fought over it a while and then somehow divided it equally and ate it. I'd give him a hug, but I think that would scare him.

I found a new person to be my headrest. Yay for Jas! I can't believe that he put up with me using him as a pillow for ten minutes. It's not like him. But then again, he was almost too tired to move. Sean is still my favourite though.

I'm bored of this.

Scarred for life.

Jas walks by me. I look down to see that he is wearing a kilt! In a Scottish accent he says "The pride of Nova Scotia! Alexander Keates, he DIED for that beer!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Thank God, it was only a dream. Wait a second, since when has this been in story mode? But seriously, imagining Jas in a kilt is going to give me nightmares tonight.


Speaking of dreams, this morning Christine related to Jenny, Jason and I, a dream that she had last night. In her dream, Jason and Yuki poked her until she died. If Jason and Yuki, especially Yuki, tried to poke me, I would kick them.

Who fucking cares?

My dad and I had a fight last night and he hasn't talked to me since. I went to see Million Dollar Baby with my pathfinder group, and the movie got out half an hour late. My dad yelled at me for an hour because he had to wait, and, well, it's been twenty-one hours since then. Apparently I was inconsiderate for not leaving in the middle of the movie to tell them when it would end, even though I didn't know. Apparently I was inconsiderate for not disturbing the people around me by answering the phone when my mom called. Twice. Luckily, my phone was on vibrate, so it didn't make too much noise. But seriously, My dad was bitching about sitting around in the parking lot for and hour. If he had listened to me, he would have known that the movie was approximately two and a half hours long. I am now forbidden to go see movies with friends or anyone else probably until I move out, which will hopefully be in about three months.

Whatever.

My parents are going to Victoria for a few days during spring break, and my sister has school, so basically I can do whatever the hell I want. I know Erin won't say much. In fact, I think that she'd like it if I went to live with a friend for a few days so she could have the computer.

Anyways, I have an English test and two French quizzes tomorrow, so I'm actually going to attempt to study for a while. I'm bored already.