11 was a race horse, 22 was 12, 1111 race, 22112...and it's still stuck in my head...

So, the thirty-eighth parliament was dissolved today, which means that there will be an election come January. I think that Rick Mercer says it perfectly...the dissolution of parliament from Martin's point of view. Quite frankly, I am a little worried about this one. Now, my main guess is that the Liberals will be re-elected. In the event that they don't...I might have to shoot myself, or throw myself in front of a train or something. Sure, I don't like Paul Martin, but Stephen Harper as the leader of Canada? That's like a death sentence. One of the first things that Harper wants to do is have a free vote on same-sex marriage. What a waste of time. There is a very slim chance that the same-sex marriage bill with be repealed. Harper secretly wants Canada to join the United States. Besides, would you want a man with eyes that creepy to be Prime Minister? I think not.

I may seem a bit biased here and I am. My whole family has voted NDP ever since the party was created (it's the whole CUPE union thing...you know...). Obviously the NDP and the Conservatives are on the opposite side of the spectrum here. And I acknowledge the fact that the NDP are probably never going to lead the government on a federal level, but if it is a choice between Martin and Harper, I choose Martin. He's a total dumbass, but at least he is not going to sell us out to some major World Powerhouse anytime soon.

In other news, Martino proved to be a bitch once again. She didn't like my cover letter, and insisted that I put "Enclosure; resume" at the bottom, which was totally redundant, because the first fucking sentence of my cover letter started off with, "Please see my accompanying resume in response to..." or something along those lines. She insisted that I HAD to do it her way, "because that is how they do it in BUSINESS." I was resisting the urge to yell, "My mother has a fucking MBA! She was the one who edited my letter last night! What the fuck do you know? You're a fucking PE teacher!" but I didn't, which was probably a good thing. My parents are prepared to send a rather nasty email to her, CC'd to Ms Jensen, if she does anything again.

For maybe the second time since the start of the semester, I do not have any homework, aside from studying for a socials test that I have on Friday. I enjoy these mini brakes once in a while, not that I did much. Dance was crappy because I was all tense from everything that has happened to me on both a mental and emotional level in the past week, and to top it off, I look like shit. I know that I haven't been getting much sleep recently, but I didn't know that it showed so much. Thank goodness for my paperboy cap today.

It is also snowing. I want it to stop. Snow makes my daily commute to and from school even more of a bitch. I'm going to be even more late for choir in the mornings than I usually am, which reminds me, does anyone know when those shows at Inlet on Saturday and Sunday are happening timewise? I can't remember and I can't find that sheet with all of our Christmas performances on it.

My leg is itchy where I was wearing my brace today in dance. I don't want to go to PE tomorrow.

I think I am done here for the night.

Yay to bullshitting my cover letter.

Yay to planning for wasting my evenings...

Because of you I am now in trouble for not washing the dishes.

Yay.

...

Still not in a really good mood, but better than I was.

On the other hand, Dasha has a new sister, Lisa, who was born this morning.

*Sigh*

Full out depressed now, but I'm not ready to tell anyone why.

God, my brain is so fucked up...

Now, what would the turtle say to the rabbit...

Martino is a fucking bitch. I'm still stewing about that.

Yesterday after school and after I finally got picked up by my dad, we went straight to Centennial, where Dad had a meeting with some students who are part of a group that is taking paper bags to elementary school kids to write and draw positive anti-drinking messages on them and give them to liquor stores to place bottles of wine in. It's called the Think of Me campaign. I spent the whole time during the meeting making small contributions, talking to Jessa, who just happened to be part of the group, and answering the questions of people who just couldn't believe that fact that I am related to my father. I met a nice boy named Tony, who complained the whole time about how what we were doing was so boring, leaving me no choice but to think, 'then what the hell are you doing here, asshole?' On the other hand, he was very nice and seemed proud of the fact that I was not in grade nine, and I don't drink. After the meeting was over, my dad disappeared for a while, and I went back to his office, opened the Humour folder in his email, and forwarded thirty-five emails to myself. Dad and I then picked up mom and Erin, went to Subway for a quick dinner, then went to the flu clinic, where I got my flu shot. We went to Marina's for gelato afterwards, and found out that the woman serving us is the one who makes Specaloos. We complimented her, because it is one of Erin's favourite kinds.

This morning I got up early, went for a run, had a shower, then sat around and have basically sat around not doing much ever since. Tonight is Megan's birthday party. Siobhan is so excited.

I just heard some interesting news...


A 17-year-old Coquitlam boy who allegedly held a knife to his classmate's throat this week has been charged with assault with a weapon.

The altercation took place Tuesday in a common area at Port Moody secondary school, according to school spokesperson Cheryl Quinton. She couldn't comment further on the incident or what disciplinary action might be taken against the student.

But police say the suspect threatened another boy with a weapon around 1 p.m.
Investigating officers claim to have seized two knives as well as marijuana and drug paraphernalia from the teen, said PMPD Const. Phil Reid.

"All schools in the Port Moody district have a 'no tolerant policy' to violence in their schools. Any student will be arrested and charged under the Criminal Code of Canada if they are caught assaulting or threatening one another," Reid said in a news release.


Did anyone else hear about this? I just heard it from Jessica Z. Mikhael says he thinks he know who it was; some guy in Grade eleven named Scott, who apparently has threatened a girl with a knife at school recently and always has pot on him. They kept this really quiet though. No one I have asked so far heard about it, and Jessica only discovered it through the newspaper today.

I just had to go wash the dishes because dad was mad at me for not doing them before he came home. Whatever.

I have to go charge up the battery in my camera. I just got it back from Erin.

Goodbye.

Anaphylaxis And You.

I'm really no better today. Planning homework has consumed my evening. It's so stupid too; I have to make a resume that I'm never going to use. I just hope Martino likes it and gives me a good mark. It is four pages long after all, and that does not include any cover letter. I hope we will not have to write a cover letter in the future. I've already wasted too many brain cells over this.

I am not having a good week.

I went to the end of the line, but somebody was already there...

I am in a bitchy mood. I think most of you knew that already. However, I will not tell you why because none of you get it. Except for Mao. I love Mao. We had a wonderful little heartfelt talk today before dance. It was wonderful. Mao gets me and nobody else does.

I'm going to bed now.

Lalalala

I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter! I saw Harry Potter!

Not going to tell you what else I did.

"Hi, would you like to support the Tijuana project? No? Okay, have a good night. Bastard."

Last night I didn't end up going home, but stayed out until after one in the morning. Dad didn't pick me up from school until almost five. We picked mom up after stopping at the 7-11 for gum and chocolate bars, and went to the Austin Diner for dinner. Afterwards we were bored, so for some reason we ended up going to Home Sense. I'm actually glad we did. I found this on their reject shelf and just had to buy it:


After that my parents dropped me off in front of the John B on Austin, where me and two other girls were asking for donations for our trip to Tijuana to build an elementary school for underprivileged children (hint hint, buy more chocolate). I was only out there for an hour, but I was so fucking cold. However, as always when you spend an hour standing in front of a pub, you see a lot of interesting characters. There was the woman who stole a water glass from the pub, to the woman who claimed to be a teacher at Best (we didn't believe her, she was too weird) who sat in her car for a good twenty minutes after throwing a full can of beer out the window, to the two men holding cans of Budweiser and their kid (they weren't gay, one of them was the friend of the other) who gave money to us on two separate occasions, while the boy swung a bag with a rented video game around and tried to hit one of the men. About ten minutes after we saw them for the last time, a police car drove up and a policewoman got out and asked us if we had seen two drunk men with a little boy come by, and we pointed them in the general direction that they had gone. Other people made fun of us, wondering about the REAL reason why we were going to Tijuana, and others pretended to mishear us, thinking we were raising money for the marijuana project. Still others suspected that we were not going to Tijuana at all, and we were collecting money because we wanted to go to the pub. We agreed and said that it was our secret tequila fund, and they laughed and gave us money.

Adam picked me up just after nine, and we went to Silvercity, where we saw Walk the Line with two of his friends. It wasn't bad, but by the time it was over, after twelve thirty, I was exhausted.

Today wasn't nearly as exciting. I slept in, read for a while, did some chores, and that's pretty much it. I was just watching the Gemini Awards on Global, where one thing really disturbed me. I back when I watched a lot of TV, I watched a lot of Canadian television, and even though I only watch a choice few shows now, I still try to keep tabs on what's on CTV and the CBC. The thing that disturbed me was that I didn't recognize half of the shows that were nominated for Geminis. Luckily, most that won awards I actually did know. One more thing I thought was mildly disturbing, what the HELL was Mary Walsh wearing? Poor Colin Mochrie. I'm done ranting about this now.

I think I'm going to get off the computer now, at least for a while. Goodnight.

No one gives a shit about buffalo heads...

Today was our wrap up party for cross country. Ms Sayers wouldn't tell us where we were going, as it was supposed to be a surprise. So, what was it? One hour of intensive stationary cycling. It actually was a very good workout. Unfortunately, any type of cycling makes my knee hurt. I was in a lot of pain by the time we finished. Afterwards we ate pizza and gained back all the calories we had just previously lost. Sean the glutton ate seven pieces, much to the chagrin of the coaches.

Other than that, today was fairly uninteresting. Ms Tsui yelled at us for not shutting up, and DeVita told us a wonderful story about throwing chalk that had people almost falling out of their chairs.

Apparently I'm not seeing Harry Potter tomorrow night, but I will see it on Saturday. Whatever.

And if you read this Denis, I'm still mad at you for reasons that I can't remember.

I'm going to bed now. Goodnight.

Oh dear, my stomach seems to be missing. Beware the evil red Koolaid man Gamma Ray!

I have completely forgotten what I was going to say.

Both yesterday and today seemed to go by very slowly. Yesterday was a better day because Donna was in a good mood in dance, and I finally passed a math test. Today wasn't nearly as exciting; math seemed to take forever, and I faked practically everything I sang in choir. On both days it took me forever to get home, which hasn't been so good on me because of the shitload of homework I'm currently trying to work my way through.

So now I am sitting here, trying to think of something remotely interesting to type. I really can't say anything about any of the conversations Katie and I have had in science for the past few days, because nobody but us would get them. Krisha was giving me a lot of suggestive eyebrow raising during math and for no particular reason, or for reasons I don't remember, Krisha, Megan, and I spent a few minutes talking about Horia, even though he was sitting quite near us, and well within hearing range. Sam and I were discussing last night's episode of House in socials. We watched more of Jerry Maguire in planning and Tommy gave Mao, Muffin, and I each a Korean cookie. I saw Danielle at the dance studio yesterday and we had a nice conversation about homework. It was better that way.

Grrrrr, my mp3 player is a piece of shit. I think I am going to go now.

Goodnight.

Don't eat that HoePossum, you don't know where it's been!

Adam came to see me today in block two, meaning that most of my friends finally got to meet him. We went to Starbucks, which meant that I was running on a caffeine high for most of the rest of the day. Advisory and hyperness really don't mix. Other than that, nothing really interesting happened today. I wore my red velvet blazer to school and that was happy. I suppose I could talk about choir, but the word "tenor" still scares the shit out of me. Erin and I were having a conversation about slutty possums that made no sense whatsoever.

...And this is gatting really random. I'm leaving now.

GET ME OUT OF HERE!

I'm stuck at home for the rest of the day. Mom won't let me go see a movie with Jaime because she said that I have to get my math mark up, even if my social life suffers. Now he will be coming here to "study" even though I don't need help with what we're doing right now. Anyways, it's nice that he's coming because I really don't want to be here, and the fect that I will have someone to hang out with that isn't Erin will be nice.

Goodbye.

Mr Ramsay has a sense of humour? Who would have guessed?

Today was the weirdest school day ever, but I'm too tired/happy to write anything right now.

I will talk more when I have nothing better to do...and if I even bother to remember.

Goodnight.

I get candy tomorrow!

I had a rather crappy day.

In block one, I pulled a muscle in my groin during our warm up in PE, and I have been in pain ever since, especially because of dance after school. Also, I was feeling all bitchy in blocks two and three, and wouldn't talk to anyone, and in block four I had a math test. There's more, but none I would like to repeat.

On the other hand, Adam came to visit me before dance, and that made me happy.



Sean is poking me on msn. I want to smack him.

And I'm done. I'm going to bed now.

Thou hath been fishified.

"NO!"

"Yes."

"Yes...wait...NO!"

"Yes."

"Yes."



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It's a yak!

...

I've been a little...out of it all weekend, so don't bother asking me what I did. It wasn't anything interesting anyways, except that we went to Galloways, and that was happy.

Goodbye.

"...and often times we're lazy..."

Today I went over to Adam's house after school, for the sole purpose of watching Air Farce and 22 Minutes. I spent quite a few hours there just watching TV, and eating pizza with his family.

And that's all I did today. School wasn't worth mentioning, except that Karolina and I made up a dance in PE.

Goodnight.

"So Y cannot equal zero, and the only way to change that is to beat someone up in a hallway."

Today was mediocre. I missed choir, nearly fell asleep in planning, and had a socials test.

Now I am being interrogated. My knee is hurting again.

Isn't life interesting?

I'm going back to my homework now.

Not purple.

Today's highlight was science. I wasn't allowed to wear my contacts today because we were doing a lab, so I took them out, but there was barely any cleaning solution in my contacts case, so I decided to put a bit of water in them to keep my contacts wet. The first one I nearly filled all the way, and that was okay, but with the second one, I accidentally turned the faucet on too much, and the water splashed up and my contact disappeared. Turns out it fell down the sink. We could still see it, but it was too hard to reach, especially with Ryan Chan trying to poke it with a pencil. Finally Ms Ciolfitto brought over some tweezers and I managed to get it out without damaging it. I put them back in at the beginning of block four, and they were both perfectly fine.

Today was the district championships, the last race of the season. I had a really good race, despite being in a bit of pain because of my knee. I completely ignored it, and kept going, even when it tried to give out on me during the last loop. Other than that I felt really good even though I went for a four point eight kilometer run today in block one during PE. My calves hurt. Our junior girls team (grade ten) did really well today, securing first overall, and winning eight of the ten places. Congratulations to Betty, who placed second, Louise, who placed third, Megan, who placed fourth, Faaria, who placed sixth, Katherine, who placed seventh, Katie, who placed eighth, Tiffany, who placed tenth, and Yours Truly, who placed fifth. Finally I did not get seventh, which is purple. I'm so sick of purple. Green is a nice improvement. I do not know what any of the guys got, because Adam showed up and gave me a ride back to Moody, where I was eventually picked up by my parents.

Yeah, that's it.

I have that song stuck in my head. You know...that song? It’s stuck in my head.

I want guacamole.

I'm going to be late for school.

Traffic is absolutely horrible with that power outage near the Pitt River bridge. This means that some of the trafffic lights in that area are out, and the west-bound counterflow lane is not open, causing huge delays. Traffic is backed up to 207th St on Dewdney Trunk Road, 216th on Lougheed, and Old Dewdney is completely blocked off. Nothing is moving at all. We tried heading out there, but because we didn't want to waste gas, we dropped mom off at the train station, and came home for a while, and now we are waiting this thing out. I probably won't get to school until block two, which means that I'll miss planning.

Oh well, it's not like I can do anything about this. I'll just have to find some way to pass the time, I guess...