Hello.

Yeah, I'm kind of depressed right now, so I'm not going to say anything. Maybe I'll talk about my weekend and today's cross country practice later.

"Just think of every possible vertical line you could ever imagine..."

Tonight Adam and I went to Whitespot for cheesecake. He also gave me a present even though I didn't want one, but I think that no matter what, he would have gotten me something anyways.

And that's pretty much it.

School was okay today; my day was very long. We had a TOC for math, and he was quite boring, but not as boring as that woman we had a few weeks ago. At least he seemed to know what he was talking about, although nobody else did, and he did say some stuff that made us laugh. After school, Jas and I compared our stories of Mr Buckland and then talked about movies. We have agreed to watch Saving Private Ryan together sometime, so he can point ot "the nod."

And that was really the only thing that stood out in my day.

Oh yes, planning was actually decent for once. Mao should know what I'm talking about. Denis had block two off today, so he hung out with us, and Beckie bought me a cookie. I gave Jamie another hug for giving me cookies yesterday. At least I think I did...

I really don't remember. But then again, I'm really tired. I had a long day today. I am probably going to go to bed soon.

And Mao dear, if you don't mind, I want to talk to you tomorrow. I don't expect anyone else to be interested in anything I have to say because it sort of has to do with dance. Sort of.

Goodnight.

Edit: Krisha wants me to talk about her and math class. This guy was talking and nobody was taking anything in, especially Krisha. Actually, Supriya was even worse off, but this isn't about her. Mr Buckland asked Krisha a question, to which she replied, "I don't know, I was just talking to myself. I do that a lot, you know," and later, when he asked her is she understood, she nodded, but when he turned his back, she shook her head and rolled her eyes...or something like that. I think this is one of those things that isn't funny unless you were there, but at the end of class, Krisha gave me something that made me laugh hysterically for a few minutes:

Front:


Back:


Again, most people who read this might not find it as funny as I did, but that's because you were probably not in my math class.

*Makes weird groaning noise as one might if they were poked with a knitting needle*

I'm still in pain. This is not fair.

Today was an okay day, I guess. I was kind of out of it and bitchy all day. I couldn't go for a run with my PE class because of my knee, I had a math test today, I couldn't run in cross country, and my dad was half an hour late picking me up after cross country, and because of that, I froze my ass off.

So now I am currently listening to my new Great Big Sea CD. It comes with a DVD, but I'm not going to watch it tonight. I still have my new Dandy Warhols and Jack Johnson CDs to listen to. It's funny, I got them all today. It's almost like today was a special occasion or something...

"...Well I'll speak slowly if you're on something, or faster if you're not..."

I forgot my knee brace today.

Bad bad Abby.

My knee hurts so much right now. I want to murder it. The Fraser Valleys are only two days away.

In other news, I had a fairly unexciting restart to my schooling. Planning was as boring as ever, especially since Ms Martino was back and was treating us like little children. In block two Mao and I talked about dance the whole time, so nothing new there. The cafeteria had no cookies and I was upset. In science we performed mini skits about safety. Most of the people in our class were either afraid to get up in front of a crowd, or they were just plain boring. Nevertheless, I clapped after each skit. Some of them were kind of interesting; they were performed quite monotonously, and that made them somewhat funny, but the best ones were Carolee's and Katie's, Mao's and mine, and Laurence's, and whoever he was with. Lothario's was good too, just because he seemed so unexcited that he had just gotten a harmful chemical in his eyes. In Katie's and Muffin's I got to play a person who got splashed in the face with acid. This meant I got to scream and fall to the floor moaning, "It burns! It burns!" Mao's and mine was completely monotonous, but that was because we meant it that way. I, like Lothario, was completely calm and unsurprised when I told Mao that my hand was gangrenous from a chemical that had gotten into a cut during our "experiment" and had to be chopped off. Laurence's was just funny because he said "thongs" when he meant to say "tongs" and everyone started laughing, me especially after I made that wonderful little comment about knowing exactly what Laurence was thinking about at that moment. It doesn't seem nearly as amusing as it did. In math, DeVita explained to us what vectors were, even though were not going to deal with them at all, and him and I had a nice conversation about sailing. We watched a movie about World War II in socials, and Mr Krahn did a wonderful Hitler impersonation, minus the impersonation.

Cross country was upsetting. Jamie gave me a piggy back all the way up the hill to the school and I was momentarily happy.

Since then I have done nothing but bitch. I iced my knee for a while, and took some Ibuprophen, but my knee still hurts. I have both PE and dance tomorrow. Maybe if I suck up to Donna I can get away with not doing much, not that I ever do much in dance anyways. I am going to go to bed now. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow.

Arg.

I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROWWWWWWW

Damn non-strike.

The coolest oxymoron ever.

I just thought of it.

Nietzsche is God.

Don't you agree?

Yeah, I know, I should go to bed now...

I can't think of a suitable title for this post...

Yeah, I didn't do anything today. The most excitement in my day was finding out that the girl who is jealous of me because I spend too much time with Adam, found out that we were going out and was bitching at Mao. I had my own little conversation with her; I pretended that there was absolutely nothing wrong, and she pretended that she didn't care.

Pathetic, right?

Just think of how my life is going to be if there's no bus service tomorrow and next week. Luckily, there will most likely be buses tomorrow, so I can still make it to the Red Dwarf Fest at Denis's. If not, I'll probably stay home pretend to do homework, while secretly plotting a way to get my drivers license a year early, while also trying to design a car where I can sit comfortably, while still being able to see over the steering wheel. Or I could just go hang out with Adam, if he's free. We are planning to go see a movie tomorrow night anyways.

I think that's it for now. I haven't been feeling well for the past twenty-four hours, so I'm having problems concentrating on most things.Hopefully I'll be feeling better tomorrow.

That's funny, it's usually my sister that gets the odd phone calls.

"Hello?"

"Hi, um...I think I have the wrong number."

"Well, this isn't my phone, so you just might have gotten the right number."

"Oh, okay. Is Bryan there?"

"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number."

"oh...sorry then..."

"That's okay. Goodbye."

This happened about two minutes ago on my dad's phone. I felt sorry for the poor guy. He seemed so confused. Actually, he's lucky I even said good bye. Usually I just hang up without saying anything. I am such a nice person.

I have Jack Johnson stuck in my head again, although, I suppose that's not a bad thing...

So it's official, Adam and I are going out.

Ummmm...yeah, that's it.

Dance was surprisingly decent today, because Donna was in a relatively good mood. We didn't have to do any dance improv this week. I hope she has forgotten completely that she wanted us to practice that today. John says he will send Erin and I our dance music within the next week.

That's really all I have to say. Apparently I am delivering more cookies to the teachers of Port Moody tomorrow, even though I haven't made anything. We'll see what happens. I foresee another day of not being able to sleep in.

Grrrrr.

Don't you hate those guys that just can't take a hint?

*Sigh* I'm too nice on msn.

Thank you.

So CUPE is striking now too, and my dad is the leader of all CUPE members striking at Centennial. Now that he is officially part of the strike, he is now getting paid fifty dollars a day, as opposed to nothing, which is what he was getting last week when striking with the teachers. Thank you to everyone who was concerned about my well-being, but just remember, I still don't want any presents.

Don't talk to me.

I am in a really bitchy mood right now. It probably comes from being alone all day.

"What the hell? That spark plug commercial sounds like one of those condom commercials."

Yesterday we took more cookies to the teachers. Megan made millions once again, Katie joined our ranks and brought lots, and I dragged Denis into everything, and we brought the few cookies we made on Thursday. We went around to all the same schools as last time, only this time we used a short cut to Seaview that Denis showed us, which was nice, because then we didn't have to go up that big-assed hill. After receiving mountains of praise from cookie-loving teachers, we went back to Megan's house, where we crashed for the next few hours, the whole time arguing over which music we should listen to. I spent an hour or an hour and a half or so using Denis as a pillow while watching Megan and Katie practice their highland dancing. Afterwards Denis, Katie, and I all left together and walked to the bus stop, and when I finally got rid of everyone, I was really antisocial and ignored everyone, like I always do when riding the bus.

Today I ended up getting up fairly early and spending the day with my family. I had breakfast with my mother and Erin, then we picked up my dad from a CUPE meeting (they voted in favour of striking) and we went to the apple festival at UBC, only stopping at Subway, where the guy who made my sandwich was brand new, and mine was the first one he had ever made. At the apple festival Erin and I took notes on our favourites, and later bought the our favourite of the sixty or so varieties that we had tried. Other than that, we wandered around, looking at all the apple related things and the gardens. We bought two more apple trees this year.

We went to the Red Onion for dinner of course, and it was as good as always. I ordered a pickle with the rest of my meal, just like Megan said I should. We had moose pie for dessert. It was fucking wonderful. Later we went to Costco, and I got to ride in the cart, which I haven't done for years.

I have no idea of what I'm doing tomorrow, but I hope I can sleep in for once.

It was actually a pretty nice coat.

"I like your purse," she said and took a drag from her cigarette, "Is it really a watering can?"

"Thank you, and no it isn't."

"That's the sort of thing my husband would expect me to bring home."

"Yeah."

"I got this coat. See? It's nice, but I'm the only one who thinks so. It's a little short though. When I go like this it gets all tight and my arms stick out."

"I think it's a nice coat."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

She seemed pleased by this. She started pacing around on the curb. She threw her half-smoked cigarette in a nearby puddle.

"I just got out of jail," she said, "Just got out of jail."

"Mhm."

"It's not a fun place, you know."

The bus came.



A few hours later...

"Excuse me?" I said as I removed one of my headphones from my ear.

"I said I lost one of the buttons off my sweater," she said, and pointed at a spot where, indeed, there was a button missing.

"That's horrible."

I personally thought the sweater was better off that way.

"Oh well, I guess I can never wear this in public again." *High pitched laugh*

Good. It was hideous. But I would never say that out loud...

"Oh well."

"Now I have to go home and change."

"Mhm."

The bus came.

Khaleel is a fun person to talk to on msn.

Today I hung out with Adam for a few hours. We watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail at his place, while his brother and his brother's friend made cinnamon buns. After the movie we...slept...I guess. There is no better way to describe it. We really didn't do anything for a few hours. Hmmm... I guess Sean is the only one who would get what I'm talking about. Today was almost deja vu. After that Adam gave me a ride home, and since then I have spent almost the whole evening being antisocial on msn. That is about it for my day. Tomorrow I am going over to Denis's house to make cookies, and on Friday he might be joining Megan and I on our quest to bring happiness and sustenance to the teachers of Port Moody. Tomorrow I will also try to get some more homework done. That is all for tonight. Today I was more into writing in my journal than posting something on my blog. I guess I'm just distracted at the moment...

No inspiration.

I haven't posted anything for a few days because I haven't done anything, plus my internet has been down since yesterday morning and I just got it back.

Thanksgiving was horrible because I had to eat turkey, and I absolutely hate it. Other than that it wasn't that bad; my mother spent all day cooking. On Monday I didn't have my usual entertainment, and with Erin gone to SFU because she had to finish a paper, I was left alone for a while, so I hooked up my mp3 player to my computer and listened to it for four hours straight while baking cookies. Today Megan and I got together and brought our cookies to the striking teachers. We walked to five different schools: Moody, Secondary, Moody Elementary, Moody Middle, back to Moody Secondary, then up the hill to Seaview Elementary and College Park Elementary.

I then had to go to dance. Donna was being a total bitch today. We managed to practice every single step that I find challenging, and it was really embarrassing to not be able to do some of that stuff. We also had to practice improv, which I am really bad at when it comes to dance.

On a completely different note, I got into the newspaper on Friday, along with Brett, Erin, Alyssa, Jamie, and James. There is a picture of the six of us in the Maple Ridge and Pitt Meadows Times.

That is all.

It's been years since I last watched The Simpsons.

Hello.

I am at Katie's house right now. I have not been home since nine this morning. I am going to see Wallace and Gromit with Adam in a couple hours. Now, to put you out of your misery, because I know that this is positively boring, I am off now to eat unhealthy food and watch TV, two things I do only if I am away from home. Goodbye.

So, the next time you shave a tiger...

DeVita was making lots of math jokes today, after having talked to us about the impending teacher walk-out for twenty minutes. Krahn also talked about the teacher strike, and added his views on it, then entertained us with some humourous and interesting facts for a brain break. In science Mao and I are "making a baby," making an animal-thing out of marshmallows that we randomly chose the genetics for. I have named it George, even though ours is supposed to be female.

Does anyone else have River in Judea stuck in their heads? It's been stuck in mine since yesterday.

This has nothing to do with anything I have just mentioned, but a certain someone is really creeping me out right now. No names will be mentioned. I hate planning homework. I can barely concentrate on it.

I do believe I am going insane again. I haven't really gone insane since the Tuesday after I almost had that mini nervous breakdown two years ago. I think I'm due for another bout of insanity. I have been randomly saying weird random shit to random people. I need to do more obsessive compulsive crocheting. Goodnight.

Oh my GOD! Block one! PIPE CLEANERS! Hahahahahaha! So...George...

Dance went by surprisingly fast today. Mao and I...talked...until Luke and Thomas arrived, and after that, and during dance there was a lot of laughing and random hugging. I don't really remember anything else. It seems like I'm always out of it during dance these days. I can never remember the steps as soon as I step out of the studio, and I don't even think about them until five minutes before class starts. By then I am usually talking with Mao and hugging Luke, and we all know which is more important, dancing or hugging.

I had a fairly good day today, despite being half asleep during most of my classes. Planning was as boring as ever, but Mao, Muffin, Tommy, and I talked the whole time and played with pipe cleaners, so it wasn't that bad. In block two, Mao did my hair in two Princess Leia buns with pipe cleaners in them, and I kept it that way until the end of block four. I wasn't paying attention in science, as I was trying to not fall asleep. I had a math test in block four, and I do not have high hopes for this one. Block five is not worth mention. I hung out with Sam and Daliboor.

I have another race tomorrow, at Mundy Park. I am hopefully going to be okay in this one. I am feeling better today, other than I have been really cold all day.

On a completely different note, Clarissa might be going to Carney next year. I am very sad. Almost as sad as I will be if Tommy decides to go home to Korea.

I am now feeling quite apathetic. I'm off to do some obsessive compulsive crocheting.

:(

Today was hell. Quite possibly the worst race I've ever done. I couldn't breathe...

Don't worry, I will write about Superman later.

I saw Corpse Bride tonight with Adam, and, although it's not as good as Nightmare Before Christmas, it was still quite good. I really have nothing else to say, as I spent about eight hours today doing socials homework and I'm ready to crash. I'm making an new scarf, because I finally found my specialty yarn and crochet hooks, and hopefully this one will be done soon.

Goodnight.