Fuck.

How was I supposed to know the vinaigrette had kiwi juice in it?

Yum.

I babysat Garrett today, and holy shit, she was being a little bitch. That child is way too spoiled and not disciplined enough. The only way I could get her to settle down was to turn on the tv so she could watch Dora the Explorer. Auntie was very nice and bought me pizza and gave me twenty dollars at the end, which isn't very much for six hours of hell, but then again, she is family. I spent most of the day running around the backyard. It was about thirty five degrees in the shade, hotter than yesterday. I didn't even mind when Garrett splashed me with water from her pool because I was almost dying of heatstroke already.

I got a silver medal from DancePower yesterday. And a new shirt. Beckie was all excited because she got five medals in four days.

I would type more, but I'm eating a Frosty from Wendy's that has been partially melted and refrozen again. Believe me, they taste better that way.

That BITCH!

Mme. McIntyre thinks I'm crazy. She denied ever losing my l'environnement project, saying I must have imagined giving it to her and not actually done it. If I dreamed it, how come at least three people saw me hand it in to her on the day it was due?

Because of her, I'm now getting C in French.

My "To Do" list for this evening.

This is in no particular order. The ones in italics are already done.

1. Remember to bring 'Dance of the Asassins" to school tomorrow
2. Finish "Le Masque de Fer" vocab
3. Study for socials test
4. Damn Harold to HELL!
5. Start French discussion on Alexandre Dumas
6. Do various other French homework-Dictée, Subjunctive, les adverbes interrogatifs, personnages principaux-Le Masque de Fer, etc.
7. Go cry in a corner for a while
8. Email Carli and Sarah and send my regrets for not coming to the volunteer appreciation party
9. Check out pinkmonkey.com just because my French teacher told me to
10. Finish my Gold Camp evaluation
11. Make sure Audrey got my "What Guiding means to me" email
12. Brainstorm for group composition-letter from Louis XIV to Anne d'Autriche
13. Buy one of those voodoo dolls, pretend it's Mme. McIntyre, and stick pins in it.

WTF?

Harold phoned my sister today.

How the fuck did he get her number?

What a bastard.

NO!

My mom has banned me from the computer for a week. I expect this lack of a social life to completely shatter what's left of my self-esteem, and believe me, there isn't much.

I really hate everyone right now.

If you are religious, pray for me.

Parents are taking my sister and I to Logan Lake.

I don't want to go to Logan Lake.

I will miss a day of school.

I will have to spend so called "quality time" with my family.

It's supposed to be bloody cold up there.

Mom is being bitchy because we are slaw at packing.

My bathing suit is too big for me.

I don't want to go...

I'm packing extra batteries for my mp3 player, and bringing all of my CD's, even though my discman doesn't work at the moment.

I'm bringing all of my homework.

And books.

Mom is really bitchy right now.

I really should go to bed.

I DON'T WANT TO GO!

If I do not show up at school on Tuesday, you will know why...










PS. To most of my friends, I find it annoying and strangely amusing how you would be mad at me today because I was sad. I also find it interesting how no one bothered to ask me why I was sad, but it's too late now because obviously my feelings aren't very important. It's not something I would like to share with the world anyways. So, fuck you all, except for the few who actually understand.

I had a witty and interesting title, but I forgot it.

So I skipped out of pathfinders last week for nothing. I was trying to miss the manicure session. Damnit. My nails look so crappy. At least I have all of my programwork done and now the only thing between me and my Canada Cord is my Gold Camp evaluation. The details of Gold Camp will be in a later post because I am tired and do not wish to type very much. This day has been very trying, mostly emotionally, and I do not want a repeat of Thursday.

Something foreign this way comes.

There is something foreign in my eye and I'm not talking about my contacts. Yes, after three and a half years of begging my parents, I finally have contacts. For how long? I don't know. My dad pulled the same thing on me that he did when I told him that Sean and I were going out. For a while he was happy about it, then later he was pissed and although this time it isn't the "You're too young" argument, it's the "These things are way too expensive." And they are. But I can pay it for a couple of years if they want me to. It's only five hundred dollars a year.

Anyways, today in the mail, Erin received all of the Kaizers Orchestra CD's. She had them sent from Norway, so it cost her about three hundred and eighteen dollars. The only problem is she has walked away and the unopened package is just sitting there. I have been staring at it for an hour and a half. It's getting really annoying. If I had gotten a package from Norway with a bunch of CD's filled with great music that you can't get in North America, or any country that isn't Scandinavian, I would have opened it as soon as I had gotten it and would be listening to them right now.

Too much English homework recently has resulted in me not being able to speak English. I had been saying a lot of unintelligible things in the past few hours.

Haha, nevermind, we're listening to them right now. I just took my contacts out and one fell out while I was trying to take it out. Stupid thing. They're the disposable ones though, so it doesn't really matter. My mom found it on the floor. I still ended up pinching my eye. It really hurt.

Hmmm...my dad doesn't know how to burn a CD. I would laugh about this more, but he's sitting almost right behind me. I should go and read my book for my independent novel study anyways before Queer Eye comes on, so I will leave you now.

Ohohohohoh!!!!! Krisha and I got married yesterday in block three. Our wedding party is a few weekends from now. We are going to France for our honeymoon...if that happens at all. All the roles are non-gender specific, so not only do we have a maid of honour and a bridesmaid, we also have a best man/girl and a primary caregiver of the bride.

Queer Eye is on in about five minutes, so I am going to go now. Ciao.

(Listening to a sond called Bastard. I've had this one stuck in my head quite a bit recently. BASTARD!)

Overall, a pretty satisfying Mother's Day.

So, last night my parents wouldn't let me visit Sam, and that's why I was so pissed, but now they have promised I can visit her at home tomorrow. I'm still kind of mad, and I haven't really said anything for the past twenty four hours. To buy back my love, my parents stopped for ice cream, and at Tim Hortons, and at the hazelnut place to buy chocolatey/hazelnutty things to eat on the way to visit my grandmother. On top of this, my mom promised me, if she doesn't forget, which she won't because I will remind her about eight times a day, she promised me physio and contacts in the next two weeks if it is at all possible, since we are all incredibly busy this month.

Speaking of injuries and various things like that, my knee hurts. I really don't think anyone cares anymore because I bitch and complain about it way too much.

Oooooooo, my mom says that she will call my optometrist tomorrow, and maybe I can even see her tomorrow, just because a blood vessel burst in my eye. Hahaha, I'm getting contacts!

I have to go to bed now, and try and get some sleep. I doubt that will happen, but one can still hope...

I'm eating fudge and it's good.

I'll bitch about how my parents should go to hell later.

...they certainly won't be getting any fudge.

Qui me rapportera mon bateau de papier?

^^Actually, I don't really care. I can always make another one.

That song is cute, although everyone in my French class was taking it too literally. Mme. McIntyre has a really nice singing voice.

Yesterday during our run, Megan and I bumped into Ross Agro, the commercial artist that was helping us make this car/chair/entertainment centre last year in challenge. He was the guy who made the giant Incredible Hulk statue in Universal Studios. We talked to him for a while, then he had to go back to work, but only after we said we would visit him in the summer when Jeeyeon comes to visit us.

Haha, I am soooo glad my lit review is done. I stayed up until one this morning trying to finish it, although there were many people in my class that stayed up way later. I would have been done a couple of hours earlier, but it was my mom's birthday, so I actually had to eat dinner with my family for once, and go out for gelato, plus, the whole time I was working on it last night, I was also helping Jeremy, Amy, and David with theirs over msn.

I'm watching Big Fish right now, so I'm not going to ay anything more tonight. Haha, I love that movie...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

STUPID LIT REVIEW!

Je ne comprends pas.

I did my French discussion today and it was fucking horrible. I only ended up memorizing half of it since I finished writing it two weeks ago, (I have problems memorizing anything that isn't English) and I screwed up most of the questions I was asked. Luckily, Vanessa is an easy marker, or I probably would have failed. That was in block five, so yes, I have had an overly-stressful day. I spent all of block three in the library trying to memorize it. Luckily, Monika helped me a bit and since she used to be in immersion, she knew all of the pronunciations and everything. I'm so tired.

Today I had to write a fourty five minute, in class essay in English, but it wasn't that hard, just annoying. In block four I took a break from thinking and did absolutely nothing at all. When my dad picked me up only five minutes after he said he would (haha, it's a new record), we went to Starbucks and had frapps and cake. Well, I had a frapp, dad was being boring and just had coffee. The girl who served us had recently gone to Death By Chocolate, so she took our desserts of choice and served them on plates with whipped cream and chocolate sauce drizzled on top. I love Death By Chocolate. I only go there once or twice a year. Last time I went was March 2004, when Erin was in Italy and my parents were spoiling the hell out of me.

Speaking of chocolate, I finally just finished my Valentine's Day chocolate.

Hmmm...Queer-eye is on and I'm really not into this, so I am going to go. Goodnight.

Life is just one damned thing after another.

Well, I felt slightly better today, so of course I went back to school. I hate missing school. When I told my mom last night that I had spent most of the day working on my lit review, she for some reason, automatically decided that I faked being sick just so I could work on it. I pointed out that last time she accused me of faking, I actually was sick, got severely dehydrated, ended up at the hospital, and almost died. All because of some antibiotics.

Speaking of hospitals, Sam is in the hospital and no one knows what's wrong with her. Ummm...yeah, that's pretty much all I know too. I'm waiting for an update from Siobhan. Erin is donating one of the teddy bears she made last year, my favorite one, and we are going to go to Build-A-Bear and buy it some clothes. We're not actually going to make a Build-A-Bear because this way seems more homemade and personal.

Ahhhhh, so much homework! It seems like this week is "Pile everything you can think of in the way of homework week" for my teachers. And my dance teacher almost made me cry today because she was harder and bitchier than usual. Of course, I was already under enough stress and really didn't need the extra criticism, I still felt sick, and my knee hurt. A lot. Also, because of IB exams, there were no bells in between classes, so I was late for all of them. Well, so was everyone else, so it didn't really matter.

I need sleep. I can't sleep again and that's adding on to my stress. I'm bored of school. I want it to be summer.

Why won't somebody kill me?

I feel so sick I want to cry...

Nevermind, I already am.

This is seriously starting to depress me.

It figures that I'm sick today, because I really wanted to show off my new shirt, though, I suppose that Youth Week is on until Saturday, so I have the rest of the week to do so. It is rather annoying. I hate missing school. On the bright side, I have more time to work on my lit review. I am also currently listening to Sigur Rós, an Icelandic band that I'm really fond of. Their music is rather quiet, but it sounds cool, so I like it.

Tonight I have to go to a stupid fucking pathfinder meeting about my gold camp, which is supposedly taking place this weekend. I wish they'd tell me these things. I want to get my Canada Cord, but I don't want to get it based on a bunch of lies. I am supposed to plan my camp almost completely by myself. All I have done is fill out a bit of paperwork. I only found out last week where I was going this weekend, and I don't even know my budget. I do know that this will cost me a lot and it's almost a complete waste of time. We are going on a one night, a fucking ONE NIGHT camp on Newcastle Island, just because Liz, the leader's daughter, wanted to go there. Now, this will mean we have to take two ferries (the first one on Saturday leaving at nine thirty in the morning, and it's a two hour drive there from my house) and we will have to hike for five kilometres while carrying all of our gear. I don't really mind the walking, but my knee still isn't that strong, and I think it's pointless to go through all of that work for a fucking one night camp. Why we couldn't go to Rolley Lake is beyond me. It's only a fifteen minute drive from my house, and it's where everyone else in Lougheed Area did their's this past weekend. In fact, that's where two of our girls did their's a couple of weeks ago. Oh yeah. It's because our gold camps are also bronze and silver camps for all of the first and second years, which, I must point out, is against the rules and most definitly illegal to do in the world of Girl Guides. All of this because Angie (our leader) and Lena (our other leader) couldn't get off of their lazy asses to plan a seperate camp, Lena too busy travelling around the world, studying (okay, I'm not really mad at her because she's another one of those university students and she was in France until the end of Decenber anyways) and Angie too busy doing things for and supporting her church. Bloody HELL people! This is one of the reasons why I hate organized religion! I mean, she's a perfectly nice caring person, but still! When we had Barb as one of our leaders last year and the year before, we actually got out and did things. We camped three or five times a year. We'd go do various community service during our regular meeting times. What to we do this year? We sit around, listen to music on our mp3 players and do homework. Sometimes we make a craft to spice things up a little. I swear, we have made more crafts this year than the last two years, plus the three years of guides before that combined! Bastards.

I really should go work.

By the way, watch "What the bleep do we know?" It's a really interesting movie.

Today I spent most of the day at Robson Square, promoting Youth Week. Robson Square is in front of and all around the Vancouver Art Gallery for all of you non-Vancouverites. Anyways, I was there only for about five hours, but I was pretty busy *cough* the whole time. Basically, I was supposed to be a floater wandering around and promoting the event, but I spent almost the whole time sitting at the information booth, only taking a ten minute break to run to the closest Starbucks (seriously, there are about eight of them scattered around Robson Square) and buy a frapp and an oat fudge bar. I feel really special, though, like I made a difference. I gave flowers to an Aboriginal Elder woman from a Haida tribe,who helped kick off the event, told countless people about Youth Week and gave them fliers, and helped two homeless people make a living by giving them any empty waterbottles as I could (and there were a lot. We are a very health conscious group...if you don't count the KFC that Tania's mom brought, the Starbucks, the sugar-filled gum, the chocolate and the licorice...) Tania (not the one at school) and her boyfriend, Marko (once again, not the one from school), kept me company most of the time, as Tania had knee surgery last week and couldn't walk very much. The event itself was fun, with live bands playing on a stage on one side of the square, and DJs and breakdancing competitions going on underground on the other. There were a few tables near the info booth, promoting individual organizations and selling crafts and other such things. For example, we were almost right next to the people promoting safe sex, and they had people randomly giving out condoms to people walking by. The Beat was there with a van, playing music from their station, which was kind of annoying because I can't stand that crap, but whatever. There were a couple media out there, filming and interviewing people, although yours truly didn't get on t.v. as far as I know. All of the volunteers got t-shirts, which are baby blue (unless you are Ray, then yours is lime green) and say Youth Week, Youth Vibes Making Waves on the front in brown. Since I am on the Vancouver Youth Week Youth Steering committee, mine also says "Crew" on the back. I shall wear it to school tomorrow. I also scored one of the last two baby-tees. Tania got the other one. Haha, we had to beg and plead for them. I also got a Youth Week lanyard, which I attached my cell phone to.

Anyways, I am desperately trying to finish my homework, so I really should go. Plus I need to have a shower, and if I leave it any longer tonight, my dad will turn off the water right in the middle of it. So ciao darlings, I must leave you now. I will talk about that movie, tonight's dinner, and visiting my bitchy grandmother (it was her birthday yesterday) tomorrow.