Stupid Maple Ditch is driving me crazy.

My knee is aching again. At least I have dad on my side on the quest for physio.

Last night I went to a surprise birthday party for Krisha at Katie's house. It was pretty small, there only being six of us there, including Krisha. There was a hell of a lot of food there, none of it healthy. Ummmm...yeah...that's about it. Not too much happened.


My dad told me today that the clock in front of the municipal buildings in Maple Ridge is a tourist attraction. I really don't see anything attractive about an ugly, angry looking metal horse on top of an ugly clock with a pendulum that could kill small children.


^^Erin said it perfectly: It's just that I don't fit in out there. I mean physically I'm there, but mentally I never have been. I just can't fit myself into the world of big trucks and dumb men. They're all Wonderbread and steak people and I'm an asparagus and tofu person. We do not mix.


By the way, she just informed me that she has a drinking problem...

...I can tell just by looking at the water all down her shirt.


I can't sleep again. It's pissing me off.


Q: Hey Abby, what good movies have you seen recently?

A: Why do people always ask me this? I never get to see movies anymore. Anyways, I prefer my French-Canadian films to your Hollywood crap, so fuck off.


Hmmmmmm...

It's actually pretty accurate.

Draw a pig and learn something about yourself.

My parents were making weird, slightly obscene comments in Starbucks, and well, being the teenager that I am, I took it the wrong way. Ewwwwww...

On Saturday night, I saw a bunch of friends in the play Beauty and the Beast, put on by the Lindbjerg Academy on Performing Arts, and I must say, Siobhan, you make a wonderful wardrobe. Just make sure to take your cough medicine next Friday when I go back to see it again. Jessica Wiebe was wonderful, wasn't she? Her singing voice is so much better than mine. Wait, sorry. I can think of a better compliment....later...

Anyways, last night I went to a Whitecaps game with Sean, his mom, and his friend Rob, who was perfectly nice and I still don't see why I should kick him. I will save all of that for that bloody duck. The game itself was rather disappointing, and the smell of hamburgers and hotdogs in the air made me feel sick, but other than that, I had a good time.

I was in a good mood all day today, being really hyper in blocks four and five. Seriously, I was dancing in my seat in block four. Mr. Jovanovic kept on looking at me like I was crazy as he talked about exploration into space.

Anyways...

I have a hell of a lot of homework and I really should go work on it....and cry because Sean's hair is dead...

*Yawn*

Last night I participated in the Oxfam famine at school. Oddly enough, I wasn't hungry at all during the twenty-four hours that I couldn't eat. I didn't even complain, but watched Megan, Krisha, and Katie complain constantly about how they were hungry. Considering the fact that I'm a bottomless pit and I complain about everything all the time, this was kind of weird. The whole famine thing was actually kind of boring, but anything's better that sitting around reading bad fanfiction on the computer on a Friday night.

Hmmmmm, I am going to save this, and get off this bloody laptop.

Hello again.

I'm freakishly tired. I got almost no sleep last night. Around three, some girls came into the drama room where I was trying to sleep, screaming and laughing, and at the same time, there were people in the gym playing music and basketball. At fucking THREE AM!!!

Anyways, I'm supposed to be going on a twelve hour Nite Hike tonight, but I'm not going to, fun as it is. My mom isn't going this year, so I would have no way to get home. This would not be a problem if I still lived in Port Moody, but alas, I am forced to live in Maple Ditch.

That's it. This has taken me almost four hours to write, so I'm not even going to try anymore. I think I'll go try and get some sleep.

Hahaha

Your Life Path Number Is 11

11 Your life path is greatly associated with spiritual awareness. As one of the two master numbers, the 11 yields understanding and knowledge beyond the grasp of others. The attitude toward life of those possessing this Life Path is somewhat extreme; extremely intuitive, avant-garde, idealistic, visionary, and cultured. These extremes make you an interesting, if unusual person, with much to offer society. The Life Path 11 person is deep-thinking, and you are no doubt interested in understanding many of life's mysteries and more intriguing facets. Your inventive mind and broad-minded views will permit you to succeed in life in any number of ventures. You can best serve society, however, in those endeavors utilizing your skills of counseling and guidance. Much of your idealism is people oriented and quite humanitarian in nature. You expect a great deal of yourself and of those to whom you are close. On the negative side, there is a lot of nervous tension associated with the 11 life path, and you can be a difficult person to deal with because of this. For this reason, relationships, at times, can be difficult. This is a Life Path that seems to feature broad mood swings between the elation and depression. You are likely to have trouble making decisions and getting your life in gear, so to speak. There is a tendency for the 11 to harbor feelings of uneasiness, and dissatisfaction with accomplishments and personal progress in life. Your grandiose schemes usually make sense, but you can get off the track and they can be very impractical. You have a very distinct side that lacks common sense, and you are quite often unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality. In this regard, you are perhaps more of a dreamer than a doer. When you do get on target, your ideas seem to have been inspired on high. Perhaps you are not a leader, but you are a visionary and a very talented idea person.

What Is Your Life Path Number?

Excuse me while I go rip paper into tiny pieces.

I actually did do that in block five.

Overall, today was pretty okay. Dad didn't go to work again today, so again I had to take the train to school. In block one we watched the rest of Remember the Titans, then Ms. Vogel told us about some big-assed eight or ten page paper about the book we represented in our trial. Block two was "Drop everything on Abby and her stuff" block, and Michelle started everything off by spilling her slurpy all over the proposal for my next sculpture that I had been working on for three days, then Monika took over by first dropping water from the slip bucket all over my black pants, then getting slip all over my arm, then getting clay on my sleeve. In block three, I lost my friends because I was following Sean because he had cheese and I wanted some, then I found them again in the library where I talked to other Monica, who told me to go smack Sean for being an idiot. In block four, we watched movies on the native peoples of Canada...yeah, that's pretty much it. And in block five...I ripped up a piece of paper that just happened to have a note to myself on it that I didn't want anyone to read. And no one will.

After school, I watched the dance teams practice for a competition next week, and kept Tsveta company. Then I walked to the train station where I met my family, and we went out for dinner.

Now, the best part of my day was going to Moody Middle after dinner to see the closing night of "Alice in Wonderland." It was so funny, and Tony was cute in his rabbit costume. I got to see so many people who I haven't seen since last year sometime. Haha, Ms. Stewart is not Ms. Stewart any longer, but Mrs. ZIMMER!!!! They tied the knot last month. Sam and I had to go visit Mr. Zimmer because we heard he had a new stereo system. He was as...Mr. Zimmerish as usual, I guess. I'm so happy for both of them. We also saw Kee, and we had to give him a hug. Luckily, he didn't make any remarks about my lack of height, as he has done so many times before. Instead, he commented on how "grown up and mature" I looked. In fact, all of the teachers I talked to said that. It must be the hair. None of them have ever seen my hair down before. Anyways, I got to see so many people and I screamed pretty much the whole time. It was also fun to see the similarities between this year's play and last year's play. "You think? Don't you know?" The song where Alice is running around going "Kitty, Kitty where are you?" sounded much like "Dorothy! Dorothy, where are you? Please come back!" and "I'm going to the eighth square to become a queen" sounded a bit like "I'm going to the Emerald City to see the Wizard of Oz. Ashley Young and I laughed over both playing bitchy old women with nice singing voices, although hers is way better than mine. I wish Sean could have gone, because we we never get to hang out together anymore, and he could have met more of my overly happy friends. Oh well, next time.

I brought my running clothes home and I think I'm going to go for a run this weekend, that is, if I actually have time for a run and if my knee stops hurting so much...

Anyways, I'm tired, and I have that Oxfam famine thing tomorrow, so I really should go to bed. Or not. Not even the people upstairs have gone to bed. I swear that three year old never sleeps.

...I have a completely different ticket to life...

"And that's how lacrosse defeated the British army."

^^Haha, I love Jeremy. He's hilarious.

My great uncle died around two thirty today. He was only fifty-nine. It's a shame I wasn't blood related to him because my great aunt is a bitch.

Today I did almost nothing at all at school. In block one, we watched Remember the Titans, in block two, I spent half the block colouring my proposal for my next sculpture, and the other half critiquing art made by a bunch of over achieving grade twelve IB students, in block three I wandered around, then tried to passively beat up Tiffany, in block four I listened to my mp3 player while pretending to listen to presentations about the indigenous peoples of North America, and we had a sub in block five so I pretty much just sat there and did nothing. After school, after being used as a human shield by both Sean and Sashiko as they attacked each other, and going to a two minute long Oxfam fast meeting, SUS, Katie and I went to the library and worked on our French composition. Actually, Katie worked on it, I sat there and kept on telling her to focus, and SUS sat underneath the table and read books out loud in German, although I'm pretty sure she doesn't speak a word of it.

I wish SUS would handwrite in a way that people could read it. Stupid composition.

Today I was at the train station because I was going to meet my mom there and take the train home, and some random guy walked up to me and asked if I had a quarter he could borrow. I just happened to have one in my pocket, so I gave it to him. He walked away, came back thirty seconds later and gave it back, thanking me profusely. Then he walked over to his car, got in and drove away. It was creepy.

It's really quiet in here. My dad has bronchitis, so he didn't go to work today, and that's why I took the train to and from school. He's asleep right now, and strangely, so is Erin. I don't really care about her because she is now out of school until September. Of course, she does have three jobs, or, more like one job, working at three different locations, so that will keep her pretty busy until she goes back. I already have my summer planned out. I will spent three weeks volunteering with sailing, two weeks actually sailing, a week in Saskatchewan (though why my parents want to go to Saskatchewan is beyond me), and two weeks swimming. On weekends, I will go scuba diving.

I don't think anyone cares. It's not summer yet, although the weather is contradicting me at this very moment. I love BC.

I have lots of homework, so I am going to go now. I'm so happy this is a short week.

Life is a huge stage...and it's starting to piss me off.

Yesterday I went to dance competition, but I'm tired so I'm not really going to give any details. Some highlights include not placing (although we got an amazingly good mark. 90.5 people! That's the second best mark I've ever gotten!), smashing my knee on the counter in the changerooms (I swear, you could hear my swearing from outside the bloody building), the other girls going overboard with makeup, then forcing me to do the same (we were supposed to be guys! As far as I know, most guys don't wear eyeshadow that is pink and sparkly), not getting home until ten, then staying up for three hours trying to finish homework, then spending another twenty minutes trying to get all of that bloody makeup off (on the bright side, I did actually sleep last night), and finally getting picked up by my parents, only to find out that my family went to Anducci's for dinner without me. Just to get back at them, I ate all of their leftovers.

Hmmm, I want brownies. I'll be right back.

Thank you.

Anyways, that stupid fucking trial is finally over. We won. I'm sure that would have been more exciting if the trial hadn't taken so long and if I had actually liked the book I was representing. Personally, I was at the point where I didn't care who won, as long as the trial was over and done with.

This post is getting increasingly boring. I'm also not wearing my glasses at the moment, so I have absolutely no idea what I'm typing. Yes I do. I'm not THAT blind. Anyways, I don't think anyone really cares, and since I'm tired and this blog is slowly turning into a happy blog (as opposed to a not-so-happy one) I will not trouble myself with writing down all the exciting things that happened to me today regarding pain and me complaining about it.

Goodnight.

You have to love Vancouver weather.

Sun Run! Sun Running!! In the rain! It was so bloody cold. In fact, I'm still cold. Anyways, the run was okay, but I'm a little sore now. I had to stop a couple of times because I was in so much pain. On the way back to the bus Sean, Megan, Jamie and I got lost and ended up taking many detours. Haha, it was all Megan's fault!

I got to hang out with Garrett today, since Auntie Paula was going to visit my great uncle, who is dying of liver cancer. My mom spent a few hours entertaining her while I was running. After my mom picked me up, we had to go to Petcetera to see "da kitties and da fishes (all of them named Nemo)." I think my mom was running out of ideas. Afterwards, we took her home, and spent a few minutes talking to my aunt (whose mother-in-law apparently collapsed this morning. We had lots to talk about).

So now I'm at home. Mom and Erin are at a dance competition, and for some reason, mom has dad's wallet, so we are left to fend for ourselves. I am doing "homework" so dad is making dinner. I really should do actual homework. Haha, I'm such a slacker. After dinner I'm going to run to Starbucks and buy coffee. Yes...

At least it's not raining anymore.

Sasha is pushing the chair around, making it particularly hard to type.

^^Sasha is a dog, by the way...

I'm at Megan's house right now, and...well...that's really all I had to say. We're doing the Sun Run tomorrow, and I'm here so I don't have to wake up at four in the morning, just to make it to school before the bus leaves. I bought new running clothes today, though I really should have done that a long time ago, since my singlet and shorts disappeared last December. Anyways, we watched High Fidelity, which was interesting. Good soundtrack. Ewwwww, Megan is doing her math homework.

I am in less pain than yesterday, although I foresee not being able to walk on Monday. Unfortunately, I also have a dance competition that day. Grrrrr, I had dance today. Robynne was as...overly dedicated as usual, plus I had to listen to her sing again. My arms are sore from having to hold them up for so long.

Ahhh, major headache. I think it's from talking too much. Or not.

Megan does not have msn, so I can't go on. It is sort of annoying, considering the fact that msn is pretty much my whole social life. Also, I have to work on the closing statements for the trial on msn with the other two lawyers on my team, and four out of five of my witnesses. I guess there's tomorrow...

Haha, I slept all night last night!!

I really have nothing else to say...

I would write more, but I'm in too much physical pain.

Meanwhile, here is something to amuse you.

It's been a long week.

"You just got home from Sean's house and now you want the computer so you can talk to him again?"

"Actually, I was going to go do the dishes, but if you want me to..."

^^I had this conversation with my sister a few weeks ago. I just remembered it now.

Yes...well that's all I really had to say...

...I've become spectacular, which is strange cuz I feel dumb...

Erin is now a lifeguard at the pool at SFU. Whoopdie-doo.

What, am I supposed to be impressed? I already knew she would get the job. (This is the part where Abby rolls her eyes in sarcasticness) Speaking of sarcasticness...ahhh, I'm bored of talking about trial so I'm not going to. No one cried today anyways.

Other than that, I had a fairly uneventful day. My dad is in a good mood, I was in a good mood...seriously, I wanted to hug everyone today. And I did, pretty much. Haha, Jas actually hugged me back today. I guess he thought it was pointless to get away. I saw Chris today, and he polished my ring for me. I was very happy. I have actally been in an unusually good mood these last few days. It sort of reminds me of the overly hyper years...which were every year before this one. Haha, if you think I was bad today...

Along with my overly happy day filled with lots of squeaking and random hugging, I also felt strangely dumb. Hey, my day can't ever be perfect. I guess arguing with Siobhan does that to you. Plus I've been felling really tired again. I slept all Friday night, after twenty-seven days of no sleep, but I haven't slept since. I really don't know how that's physically possible, but I've always been a little weird.

One of my cats is sitting on the window sill, wondering why it's raining if it's sunny out. You have to love Vancouver weather.

Oh dear, I'm suddenly feeling not-happy. I need ice cream.

Damn school always gets into the way.

My internet was down yesterday and that was sad.

My sister just told me that I have salmonella. Evil child just wants me out of the house.

Yes, she is a child. She's not nineteen yet. Being four years older than me doesn't change anything.

Today I played the comforting friend role. People tell me I'm good at that. It comes naturally. Dad is a youth worker, although he spends more time trying to keep people from beating the shit out of each other than comforting people these days. This time it was Betty, who couldn't take the pressure of being a witness. She was on the stand for about fourty five minutes, sitting though our own questioning, then bravely holding out through almost half an hour of cross-examination, Mikhael taking up fifteen minutes of that, then answering questions during redirection. You could tell she was nervous; her voice trembled the whole time. After she sat down, she started crying. Ms. Vogel immediately recessed the court, and she took Betty and also David, Sam and I, outside the classroom, where she congratulated Betty on doing the best she could and congratulating us on preparing her as best we could. Since the next witness called up was Alex, and it was David who was asking him questions, I got permission to walk with Betty to calm her down. We walked around for about fifteen minutes, then went back to class, where everyone gave her a round of applause. While we were walking, we talked about what had happened, and she told me about other times where she had broken down under pressure, and I told her about my small breakdown in class last year. I seriously wish Aiden would die sometimes.

Anyways, did another dictée in French today. I did okay i guess, better than the last one. I'm starting to hate the environment, but only the French environment. L'environnement. I still like the English environment though...

I'm tired, and the Amazing Race is so much more interesting. Ciao darlings.

Quel feu nouveau me consume?

I started off today starting breakfast after eveyone else in my family because I was busy picking miniscule, yet still flavourful, chunks of ham out of my scrambled eggs. I think my father still hates me.

Also today, I went to the last of the CBC Radio Orchestra spring concert series. Today had an opera theme, and although I'm not particularly fond of opera, you have to give those people credit. They are amazing. Haha, and I wanted to be an opera singer when I was seven. Anyways, after the concert, we went to the Red Onion, where I was happy because they had Moose Pie this time. Moose Pie is the only reason why I go to the Red Onion, other than the good veggie burgers, the good tuna burgers, the good salads, the bagel thins, the overall warm and happy atmosphere of the place, and the fact that I have no choice but to go since my family is going anyways. Also, the Red Onion is the only place where I eat fries, since they're never soggy, and are always crispy and really hot when you get them.

Krisha says that all I talk about is food, mainly cheese. This is true because I am knowledgeable on the subject of food and almost nothing else, so talking about anything else makes me feel insignificant, stupid, and unwanted. So there.

I've been feeling strangely apathetic all day. For various reasons, I have chosen to forget that yesterday existed at all. And I'm not telling anyone what happened. What is it about Saturdays that get me so angry and depressed? Oh well, it's always all my fault. My lips are sealed and I will now forget that I ever said anything about this.

In fact, I am bored of this, and I have to go practice my French, lest I become completely stupid.

Bonne nuit.

Yup, but I don't expect you to care.

You Are Depressed

No doubt about it, you're feeling very down. Maybe you've had a bad day, or maybe you need help. Either way, make sure to take good care of yourself right now.

What Mood Are You In?

It's all up to you. (Stole this from Gina...Erin's overly-happy friend)

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:
» I committed suicide:
» I said I liked you:
» I kissed you:
» I lived next door to you:
» I started smoking:
» I stole something:
» I was hospitalized:
» I ran away from home:
» I got into a fight and you weren't there:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:
» Personality:
» Eyes:
» Face:
» Hair:
» Clothes:
» Mannerisms:
» Family:

[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] How have I affected you?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Would you adore me?
[13] Are we close?
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable?
[19] How long have you known me?
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What about me makes you happy?
[22] What about me makes you sad?
[23] What reminds you of me?
[24] What's something you would change about me?
[25] How well do you know me?
[26] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[27] Do you think I would kill someone?
[28] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

I am having an ugly day, and nothing you say or do will make me feel better.

Old MacDonald had a farm,

V-I-E-I-L

Haha, he was OLD!

Sleeping on the floor in front of your locker when the only people around are parents trying to find their children's teachers is fun.

You know, I'm really not into this...

And don't forget "The Nod"

I seem to be talking to a lot of people on msn who I haven't met yet right now. Unfortunately, the most interesting ones, the ones from Maine, are all probably asleep right now. There are now a bunch of thirteen year old girls from Alberta all talking to me at once. I don't remember how they got my email, only that it was a few days ago.

Anyhoo, SEXPLOITATION!!!

*cough*

...yes...

I really hate those damn cheese commercials...

What were we talking about in block three that had to do with sexploitation again? I don't really remember. In fact, I don't really remember much these days. All I know is that I'm partially deaf from listening to Led Zepplin and The Hives really loud, which reminds me, I still have Krisha's cd.

Most of my friends are on a band trip right now, and it almost makes me regret quitting band. On the other hand, who wants to go to Penticton? And just to play a musical instrument? CLARINETS ARE GAY. I probably wouldn't think so if I still played one, and I was still in band. But alas, my hands are too small.

THE NOD!

SEXPLOITATION!!!

Mackerel sauce.

Haha, those crazy Norwegians and their mackerels. On sandwiches too. Make sure to send your creations to all your little friends. It's in Norwegian, but it's really not that hard to figure out.

Abby's shitty day.

It's sort of like "Sally's busy day," but I don't think my wrists caught on fire at all today. Today I randomly wrote things on random pieces of paper because I knew I would forget everything if I tried to remember it all. I seem to have a hell of a lot of homework tonight, most concerning that bloody trial, so I am only going to put in the most important thing I wrote today.

1:13 pm
There's no way in hell I can concentrate on French now. I just listened to a voice message from mom saying that auntie can't pick me up and I'm not going to babysit Garrett because Garrett is in the the E.R. They say she might have pneumonia. She's been sick for a while now, but today she was worse and now I'm really worried because there's a chance she might die. I only hope that Kendall doesn't get pneumonia as well because she would probably die if she did...

Concrete floors make me want to fall over and die.

Today I went to the 50th annual B.C. Rockhounders Rock and Gem show. My family is big on rocks. My parents have been making jewelery out of stones and silver for years, and Erin and I started getting into it a few years ago. Anyways, last year we were too busy to go so this year, my dad decided he had to make up for it and spent well over one thousand dollars. We got some good stuff though, some nice pieces of lapis, tourmaline and charoite. Also, we saw some people who we haven't seen in a few years, although Muffin the daschund was nowhere to be seen. The show was the same as it always is, with the same people. There's the nice old people who are experts and love what they're doing because they've been doing it for most of their lives, and there's the next generations, the sons and daughters and grandchildren who feel they have a duty to carry on the rockhounding tradition, but aren't really into it, and don't really know what they're doing.

Today I also visited my Grandma Brown-John, but I don't really remember what we were talking about, because I wasn't paying attention. She always tells you the same stories anyways. Grandma Eileen is way more interesting. She also tells you the same stories, but they are always slightly different, plus she can always make them more interesting with a few well-placed swear words.

Anyhoo, tomorrow is Blues Monday, and I'm giving up spending two and a half hours hanging out with Sean and waiting for my dad to pick me up from school to go babysit Garrett. My aunt is even picking me up, even though she doesn't know where Moody Secondary is. AHHH! Speaking of school, that stupid mock trial starts tomorrow. I don't want to be a lawyer! Tomorrow is going to be a shitty day. There's the trial, and watching more of The Patriot in socials, and babysitting an overly-hyper cousin, and having my pathfinder leader after me because I don't want to sell Girl Guide cookies. I hate Mondays.

"Said I'm so glad to be here, doesn't mean a thing."

You know, I'm not really in the mood to write. I'm rather emotionally drained right now. So, I'm just going to type whatever comes into my head.

Erin is being amazingly bitchy these days. I wonder why...

Robynne really can't sing. The funny thing is, she thinks she can, and so does Donna. There is a reason why Donna is a tap teacher and not a musical theatre teacher.

Kendall is cute, but she also reminds me of every other two week old baby that I've ever seen. Garrett seemed strangely quiet today. Not even the jelly beans we gave her were making her hyper. This is not your average two year old behavior, especially if it's Gary.

I have just noticed that the only song I have really listened to today is Black and White Movie. I guess I just love it so much. I've also spent the last hour taking advantage of my family not being here, and singing the lyrics of the song as loud as I can. Screw the people upstairs, I don't really care if I was bothering them or not.

Today I danced at Allouette Manor, and there are many reasons why I danced so shitty today, a couple being that I haven't practiced in two and a half weeks and I really wasn't in the mood for dancing (My smile was fake to the point where it actually looked fake. I can usually make it look genuine.) However, I have decided that I'm going to blame it on the dance floor because it was SO DAMN SLIPPERY!

Luke made fun of me being short again. It's genetics people! I can't help it if I'm only five foot two!

This is depressing me. I'm leaving.