Shoes: Talk To Me.

I find it quite amusing to walk down the hallways with a bouquet of flowers and see every single girl that I pass look at me with envy. Everyone is curious to know who they came from. I pass Joel, Jessica and Krystal on the stairs, they are playing Big Two, I pass a group of girls outside on the sidewalk. I pass a girl sitting with her boyfriend in the hallways, and copious amounts of people in grade nine, all staring at me. DeVita even commented.

The crêpes were very good. I saved one for Mao after school, and gave it to her while sitting at my locker with Katie and eating icing sugar straight from the container with a spoon that I found in my pencil case. Don't worry, it was clean.

I arrived at dance to find myself very cold. I lay on the floor in the fetal position because I thought that it would help. Later when Thomas arrived he gave me his jacket to use as a blanket. I then found out the horribly bad news. Luke's father suffered a brain aneurysmm yesterday and is in the hospital. He might not make the night. I have known that family for ten years, so it's rather shocking. Also, another girl at my dance school, Beppie (stop making fun of her name. I know you are), her father fell and hit his head on Friday and had to have brain surgery over the weekend. He's in the same hospital as Luke's father, apparently in restraints because he wants to rip all of the tubes out that are connected to his body.

Went to the apartment after, and spent a few uneventful hours there, with no internet and only two television channels. Like any other girl in my situation, I did the only thing I could do: watch half of the last episode of DaVinci's City Hall and then wander off and put up a shower curtain in the bathroom. Then Erin and I made a list:



Goodnight.

Masked sex.

I have been watching the ECMA's, though I am now upset because the only reason that I watched at all is to see Alan Doyle win an award for Great Big Sea and they didn't even show footage of it. They did, however, make fun of Mr Harper to his face.

Okay, nevermind, I just saw him and now I am happy.

Mao and I had a very loooong talk today and I told her that I want to scream at a certain someone. I have all this pent-up anger, but I'm over going through all of that depression and teenage-angsty shit, so the only real solution is to scream at someone and I have just the person...

Don't stare at the picture for too long.

I visited my grandmother today, and finally got around to bringing her my latest school picture. I sat on a chair at the foot of her bed, watched the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory on CBC and ignored her, while she bragged to anybody who would listen about how beautiful I was. I put the picture in front of last year's, which had gotten wet and had stuck to the glass. I had to rip it off, damaging the bottom of the picture in the process. I should feel bad, but I never liked that picture anyways.

I have finished my Mardi Gras mask, and it looks okay, though I wish that I didn't have to add the blue to it. The eyes look nice, all black and silver. Is it really that shocking that I do not want to put sparkles on it? I hate sparkles. They remind me of when Erin and I used to have to clean the Old Mill Boathouse after weddings. Absolutely horrible to clean up.

I have decided that next weekend will be dedicated to shopping. On either Saturday or Sunday, a rather large group of us are spending the day at Metrotown, where I can connect with my inner Asian, and on the other day, I get to go shopping for all my Tijuana Trip needs, which include last-minute clothing and some crazy glue, because who doesn't need crazy glue every once in a while? Actually I'm just taking some just in case I need to fix the soles on my Shoxs while I'm in Mexico. I plan on doing some running while I'm down there. I will also be buying a decent black dress shirt for choir and other related things, because I've been meaning to get one for quite a while.

I'm actually starting to get excited about my trip. Watch me forget to tell my teachers that I'll be missing school. I'll have so much to catch up on. Two days is too much. Everyone is going away. I just found out that Joel is going to Mexico for two weeks and will be building an orphanage just south of Tijuana. He is leaving the day after I am.

I should finish my planning homework.

Ugh, sequins.

Guess what?

Yes, that's right. My cake does taste like mango. How did you guess?





Today I weathered the storm of '06. I think I saw a snowflake. It was scary. I fixed my bathing suit top and now I'm all ready for Mexico. Have to get away from this Horrible Winter Weather...

Of the utmost importance:

I meant to say this a few days ago, but Tiff is leaving at the end of March for three years to go to school in Japan and I think that we should do something for her. We were going to throw her a surprise party, but Richard told her about it, which is why Mao is so pissed off at him. Any ideas? I have one or two in mind...

Let's chop off his bangs and steal his hat.

Today was quite boring, the only interesting things that happened, happened in blocks four and five. In jewelry I finally got to silver solder my ring, and the soldered part doesn't look half bad, although the rest of the ring still looks like shit. In French we got to make Mardi Gras masks, and for once I actually have confidence in my shading skills.

My quads hurt from yesterday's run.

Will somebody please tell me what that assembly was about? I was at the second one, but Mao and I were having a six-page conversation in my journal about how we dislike Bergman, perverted stalkers, and how Mao wants to kill Richard, and I got rather distracted.

To Krisha, I meant to say this yesterday, but good job in the weightroom yesterday. We'll have you legpressing your own weight in no time. Hope you are having fun at SUS's, sorry I didn't go, but I only found out about the party in block three.

I wore my stripy socks today. I got many compliments, the first one coming from Mr Hall, who, a few blocks later, walked by me and congratulated me on eating a healthy lunch. I was quite confused. I was considering wearing my red and grey shoes today, but when I saw that the lines on my shoes matched up with my socks, I got confused and couldn't wear them.

On a completely different note, I really want this dress:


The band is Animal Alpha.

I think that's it for now. Sorry this post is a little erratic; my mind is all over the place right now. Mao, Katie and Jordan know why.

My family is home. I think that dinner will be ready soon. Goodbye.

Pantomime Horse is my new favourite Hero.

Today wasn't too exciting, lost part of the sole on my Shox again, during PE, which wasn't nice. Went for a run after school with Denis, Jaime, Jung, Stanley and Audrey along Como Lake and down Gatensbury, very windy. In French Katie and I discussed Monty Python.

I think that's it.

So...Workplace hazards... Well, see that milk? It's too close to the deep fryer. It's going to spoil.

I am leaving for Tijuana in exactly two weeks.

Watched speed-skating and hockey in the caf today in block three. Sam and I gave candy hearts to each other. I gave him one that Yvonne, who got it from Mao gave me, that said "Gr8 Date" but Sam couldn't say it right and we got into a giant argument over how it should be pronounced. He gave me two that said "Be Mine" and "Let's Kiss" which everyone found quite hilarious. I let him down gently saying that I wasn't really into Asian guys. Good fun. We were reminiscing about swimming last summer and I threatened to put arsenic in his cucumber sandwiches, which got Muffin really confused.

Got a B on that French quiz, which was nice because I thought that I was going to fail. Cut my ring in half in Jewelry because it was too fat and I was mad at it. Imbeau said I could. My finger still hurts from yesterday.

Erin's friend from Norway thinks my name is weird because he's never heard it before. I was going to say the same thing about him, but his name is Tom...

I'm tired. Can't type. Goodnight.

Kill what you cannot change.

Okay, I'm back.

I have been staring at this blank screen for twenty minutes now, with nothing to type. I feel that I have an obligation to type tonight, as Erin promised I would when she guestblogged.

Staring at an empty screen...

I really wish I had something interesting to say.





Edit: Who says I never take pictures of Erin? She's lying.

Here is her:


And here is me:


And here is us together:

In July


In September


In December

People think we are twins, just because we are the same height. We have to look the part.

Happy now?

She's not dead, she's just sleeping

Hello, this is Erin.

I regret to inform you that the Abbyness is temporarily disconnected from the internet. The floor in her livingroom is being redone, and consequently her computer is sitting in the bottom of her closet. It misses you too.

Right now she is getting distracted from her French homework by a crappy sci-fi show in which people don't scuba dive properly. She would know because she's an expert and she's got the photo ID to prove it. In this show, they also don't know how to do CPR properly and I've said this before, but it really, really irritates me. Any idiot can do CPR, and trust me, idiots do do CPR. I got strapped to a spineboard at a pool once and the people forgot about me and I dropped to the very bottom of the pool. I wasn't very impressed.

But remember Abby? This is a post about Abby.

She made a couple boxes of mack'an'cheese for dinner with her patented soon-to-be-world-famous five doses of pepper recipe. I'd like to say that that is the only thing she can cook, but because this is her blogtatorship, I feel obligated to say that she makes a pretty mean fried egg and tomato sandwich too.

Anyways, she will be back as soon as she can. Maybe tomorrow, but Monday looks good too.

Erin out.

There ain't nothing here at all...

This just came to me:

Somebody remind me soon to check Blaise's locker for the Merry Christmas message that Krystal left me last year. I want to see if it's still there, even though I erased my name off of it a long time ago.

That's all. I'm going to bed now.

Yay.

So, dad has showed me all of the jewelry tools that he could find, and said that we should have our jewelry bench up and running within the next few weeks. He also said that I can use whatever I want and take it to school as long as I label it. I am also allowed to use any stones that I want, and dad was testing me on which ones I recognized. I also have free use of the scrap sterling silver and the sheet sterling silver as soon as dad finds it. I think that's it for now. I am leaving for Anduccis soon. The whole point of this post is that I'm testing that email thing.

Goodbye.

Stitched up, outta my mind...

Last night I saw Little Shop of Horrors at Centennial. It was pretty good, the best person being the guy who played the dentist; he was very good. I didn't know anyone in the play; in fact, the only person I knew was Cam, who was working in the sound booth. I saw Darren Burkett in the audience, but I was feeling antisocial and my knee was aching, so I didn't go over and say hello.

Tonight I'm going for dinner at Anduccis with the other people from ActionSpeak. It's sort of a Meet-And-Greet thing, which is good, because I want to know more then just one of the people going to Tijuana before we actually leave.

I finally have my own Bescherelle. It's so new and shiny. I also have a decent French-English dictionary. I was talking to Mac today, complaining about French. He laughed at me for not being able to remember how to conjugate regular present-tense verbs. In my defense, the verb thing happened three days ago. I remember now.

I found my choir music. I hadn't seen it for about a week. Not that I need it anymore, I've memorized All That Jazz, Cape Breton Lullaby, and most of On Suuri. I will learn Now is the Month of Maying just as soon as I get a copy of it. I won't be going to the first competition, as I will be in Mexico.

Ahh, I'm rambling. My dad's home. I think I will go to the workshop and raid the jewelry bench for scrap sterling silver. Ciao.

God says that he’s playing music in Portugal next week.

I feel like dancing, not the kind of dance that I pay money to do, but the kind of dance that I always mean when I say I want to dance. I mean random movement, because random movement makes everything more interesting. If only there could be some random movement in English. I would suggest it to Bergman, but she would probably laugh at me, as she laughs at everything I say. I'm not that funny.

I was late for school today. Dad decided to stay home today, and gave mom and I a ride to the train station, but we missed the train by about ten seconds while trying to buy a ticket for me because my dad wouldn't stop and let us out until I told him that I had seen the train coming, and we had to turn around and sprint halfway across the station. Today I was wearing heels and somewhat low-cut jeans that are a slight bit too big for me. I didn't expect to be running when I got dressed this morning. We called dad to come back so we could sit in the van and stay warm, and we caught the next train, which arrived in Port Moody at eight fifteen. I got off the train and onto the C24, which sat there for almost ten minutes after the train left. I talked to Pepin about English. The bus driver nearly missed the stop down the street from the school, only stopping when about ten students started yelling at him. Pepin and I walked up the hill as fast as we could, only held up when Mr Hill stopped us, so he could direct some traffic. The second bell rang as we were walking up the stairs, and although Pepin made it to class before that new bitch of a teacher closed it and locked it, I didn't because I had to go to my locker which was across the school both from the stairs and my planning classroom to grab my planning binder and put all of my French stuff away. Needless to say, I got shit for being late, even though I blamed it on public transit, which got me rather pissed off for the rest of block one. We were discussing factors that affect your health in planning today, someone said stress, and when Post B asked what sort of things stressed us out at out age, I put up my hand and very sweetly said public transit. She got it. Later when I was on the bus with my mother, I was retelling all of this, and some German guy behind me got really excited at that part.

Today was just weird, with the electives tour and all, and I think that they were just trying to mock us, those of us who are planning on continuing with IB. They make such a big deal over electives, leaving us to wonder, 'What electives?' 'What are these electives you speak of?' The whole tour took five minutes, giving everybody from grades nine to eleven an hour to hang out with each other, with the exception of Krisha, who decided to be different by sleeping in until eleven and missing out on everything. On top of that, I also had my block off, where I hang out with many of the same people that I was with during first block two. In jewelry today, Imbeau was teaching us how to silver solder on copper and he accidentally spilled flux on me. I was wearing my new blazer. Flux is mildly acidic. I was not happy. The verb exercise in French was pathetic. I did horribly on it.

I took the bus with Yuan today, I can't remember what we talked about. I got off in Pitt Meadows and stopped in at Subway for dinner. Then I met my mother at my doctor's office to receive my second Twinrix vaccination, this time administered by my own doctor, Dr Luitingh, who I finally met for the first time today, and not Dr Dodds, who gave us our vaccinations last time.

When I got home, I actually did my French homework. I feel so on-top-of-it. I feel like dancing again.

Goodnight.

My day kind of sucked, the only real good thing was that my duo costume, which I bought last Thursday got Donna's seal of approval; on the other hand, she seems quite excited about putting fringe on my other costume.

Anyways, I really don't feel like typing anything, so I'll leave you with this:

Sean told me to go to bed. I think I will.

First day of semester wasn't exciting, I feel really sick. Goodbye.

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

I hate this time of year.

Can't think of a decent title for this one...

Yesterday's lunch was okay, pretty low-key. Went to the apartment later and got locked out, then broke through a window. Not too exciting.

Now that that's over, I am free to talk about today. It was fucking awesome. I got to my dinner thing horrendously early, and we stood out in front of the restaurant even after people started arriving, We finally decided to go in and sat around for another half an hour or so, only ordering when Alexis arrived and Mia started shoving napkins in her mouth. We were in a sushi restaurant, and we were in one of those booth things where you take off your shoes, although nobody remembered to. There were ten of us all squished in there. I sat between Greg and Mia; Mia kept on refilling my cup with tea and I was trying to convince Greg to try everything. Also to eat with chopsticks and to stop being so damn white. The food was all-you-can-eat, so we had a constant stream of sushi and tempura coming to our booth. Was so much fun. After we paid and everything, we started off to Death By Chocolate, but stopped next to Best Buy to cut Alexis's hair. Almost everyone had a go, while Ellis, Laura, Greg and I filmed most of it. For a five minute job done by, like, five different people, it actually didn't look too bad. We went to Death By Chocolate, where everyone shared desserts because we were all too full from the sushi to all eat our own. Afterwards we went to a nearby park, where we danced and ran around until my mom came and gave Greg a ride home. We played "Squeeze and Jump" (don't ask) and Greg spun me around, then dropped me on my head and fell on a rock.


Ellis and Mac. I just threw this picture in because Ellis's hair is pretty.


Alexis's hair all over the ground. Not sure why this picture is smaller than the others.


Me. I was tired.

I totally can't wait to do it all again. The five people that I met were all really cool, and it was really nice to see Greg, Mia, Alexis and Ellis again. I miss sailing. If only Ellis sailed, then that would be so cool. Anyways...

Yeah, I'm done. Goodnight.

It's good to be young and daring.

Great Big Sea last night was awesome. They played two sets and two encores. We had somewhat crappy seats on the balcony, which meant that I could barely see when we stood up, but I didn't really care. Throat was sore before the concert started so I could barely talk after it was all over. Still really tired. Want to go back to bed. Should probably leave for lunch thing soon.

Inaudibly free...

I have a major headache, so I am probably going to go to bed pretty soon. I had my science exam this morning. It wasn't too exciting, finished it in an hour. Jordan and I waited for an hour after that for anyone who might want to go see a movie with us, but anybody who might have been interested also felt that they needed three hours to do the exam. We took the bus to Silvercity, only stopping at Wendy's because Jordan was hungry. We saw Capote, because Jas said that he wanted to see it and we both trust his taste in movies. It was amazingly good, a little depressing, but I was never into the whole Hollywood happy ending thing. On the way back we were discussing when we are going to go see another movie, and who we could bring that would be able to sit through a movie like Capote. I took the B-Line to Port Moody; Abby Wong got on at Henderson Place and we talked until I had to get off, and I went the the apartment. Dad and I did whatever until my mom arrived, then I fell asleep on the couch for two hours. I feel like shit. Goodnight.

Who finished the animal crackers!

Okay...Where to start...

This morning my parents took me to Starbucks. I got a coffee cake and a latte, which was a god-send. Dad drove me to school, where I studied math almost constantly for the next three hours, only taking a twenty minute break to play cards with Mikhael and some other people. The only real excitement in my morning came from when I went to my locker to grab my coffee cake, and behind my Rubes calender was a package of sex tissues. Jamie confuses me sometimes.

I spent roughly two hours and forty minutes in the exam. It was hard. According to DeVita, whom Natasha and I talked to afterwards, a lot of people said that it was hard, including a lot of IB students. It made me sad. Synnove told me that she'd bring me chocolate on Monday to make up for today.

Now for dance. I did not in fact get in trouble for not bring part of last year's costume, like SOMEBODY said I would. Donna got quite excited about our costumes, showing us some beaded fringe that she would like to put on our costumes. I held my tongue. She was gonig on about how it was so pretty and so expensive. It's fucking HIDEOUS. I wanted to throw a tantrum and attack it with a chainsaw. I know that no matter what I say, she will ignore me. I've known her long enough that I will hate my costumes. She was particularly excited about my duo costume. Apparently she went to a sari shop, a sari shop, and saw these beaded shirts that were "really pretty." Luckily she didn't buy any, although she did want one for herself. But honestly, who goes to a sari shop to buy a costume for a Celtic dance? Honestly! I was too tired to say much. I just sent silent mental death wishes in Donna's general direction.

I should be studying for science, but I'm watching House. I'll study after my shower.

Goodbye.

PAAAANTS!

So, my socials provincial was okay. Krahn didn’t teach us some of the stuff from the multiple choice, which many people were later complaining about, and I kind of bullshitted my way through the second essay question. The first was easy.

On a different note, Erin sent me this site, saying it scarred her for life, and I agree with her. I probably did scar her for life, and it has scarred me too. Have fun looking at it, and don’t forget to tell me which one is your favourite. Erin likes Sending Space, but I personally prefer Orange Peel Milk. Happy scarring!

Bitchfest Extraordinaire

I have been bitching about dance costumes to my parents. Apparently I am being measured for mine on Tuesday. I seriously hate this time of year. Donna has a vision, and nothing I say or do will change that vision. I already know that I will hate both of my costumes. First of all, I have to go out and buy myself a black bodysuit for my group. I haven't had to wear one since I was eight, and it was orange and I was pretending to be a cat for musical theatre. Second of all, I have this sneaking suspicion that our costume will have fringe. Lots of fringe. We are supposed to be "Indians in Saskatchewan in the thirties, doing a raindance to bring rain on Saskatchewan." I have already voiced my opinions on fringe, but like every year, I doubt she'll listen to me. She also wants the top of our pants to be higher than our belly buttons. Ewwwwww. I mean, if the tops we are supposed to be wearing are extra long, and we are wearing black body suits underneath, at least Mao and I are, then it really doesn't matter if the pants are above our bellybuttons or super low on our hips because there won't be any midriff showing. I would now like to point out that Donna and I never see eye to eye as far as logic goes. Also, Nabi will be making our costumes again. I swear that every measurement she takes, she adds three inches to. Everything she makes is way too big for me, who I guess will solve the problem of the pants being too high, because I will have to roll them down, or they will end up low on my hips by the time I am done dancing anyways.

Let us look at last years costumes for example. For my group, she made the pants for our costumes. The ones that went up to our waistline with the suspenders. Other people, like the amazingly skinny Robynne had trouble doing up the velcro on the side because the pants were too tight at the top. I was the complete opposite. If I took off the suspenders, the pants would immediately fall to my ankles. As for my duo last year, I think she lost my measurements and used my sister's instead for me because that vest made me look like a shapeless blob.

As for my duo costume this year, Donna is letting us choose the pants and everything which is nice. It would have been good if we could have worn last year's duo pants, but the one I was wearing were a size six (got them on clearance) so, like the other pants, they just fall right off, because first of all, I am a size two/three, and second, I have no hips to speak of. So, we have to go out and find some more. Not a big problem. What is a problem, however, is that Donna wants us to wear tanktops. Now, I was surprised as any when she mentioned it, because it would mean showing off our shoulders, collarbones and arms, which I have never done before with one of her costumes, but it presents quite a large problem. You see, if I wore a tanktop, I couldn't wear a sports bra underneath, and believe me, I need one. I fact, Donna last year was always after me to wear two bras, you know, for that extra support. If I wore a tanktop, it would kind of show, even though we are wearing black netting overtop. Now, good sports bras are expensive. And sports bras that are both good and flesh-coloured so I could wear one under a tank top, are especially hard to find, not to mention that one would probably cost a small fortune depending on the size. I think that if Donna wants us to wear tanktops, she is going have to do a little extra homework and help me find a decent flesh-coloured sports bra, because I don't want to waste my time finding one on my own. So there.

Sometimes I wonder why I still dance with Donna. It just makes me bitchy.

Mao is proud of me.

Been studying most of the day. Stopped when the family got home, then watched le papillion bleu. Was good.

Going to watch SNL now. Ciao.

*Sigh*

The rest of my family has just left for the next few hours, going to IKEA and a few other places. I would have gone with them, but then I suddenly realized that I rarely like going places with my family, especially when dad runs out the door yelling. He will probably be in a bitchy mood for the rest of the day. So I opted out. I am going to use this time to study without any distractions, because I doubt that they will leave me alone tomorrow. The people upstairs are gone for the weekend, so I play my music as loud as I fucking want, not that I would care if they were home or not. I am going to go see if they have any other Socials 11 exams on the provincial government website, as I have already done the one that I have in class.

Edit: Damn.

You are a freshwater prawn.

So today was decidedly more interesting than yesterday. Instead of making a list of everything I am going to miss about this semester like I did last year, I'll just talk about my day instead.

First of all, I took a nice little break from studying, not that any of my teachers cared if I did anything in class today anyways. We had a sub in block one, so we got to play sandman among other things, the only bad part of that was that five out of the six times that I was hit by the ball in sandman were in the left knee.

In block two I was feeling restless, so I dragged people around the school and we took pictures of ourselves. We even revisited Limbo and Katie and I sung Hey Jude like it was on repeat. Megan and I took pictures of each other jumping and there are lots of pictures of all of us being stupid:


The Aussie, Sunshine, That Crazy Dancing Person, and...yeah, don't have a name for Billie yet... at Beckie's locker.


We dragged Betty out of class for this one. Betty, Beckie, Louise, Katie, Billie, Megan.


Not THE wall, but close enough.


I don't care how many people have walked on these stairs, I am going to lay on them.


Megan jumping.

In science Katie and I had a long discussion in my journal and Mao was looking through all of my pictures until she got in trouble for it. Tsui gave us each a cookie as we left. As for what Katie and I talked about, I have only one question for you, Katie: Don't you like me singing with a German accent? Tsui didn't give us stickers like she promised and I was upset, but not really.


The highly coveted journal and pea pen.


Mao and Muffin in science.


Look at me, I'm "working." Actually I was writing to Katie.

Math was the best block today. The very first thing that DeVita did was put an old sandwich that Catherine had found in her desk, in Sue's desk, right before she came into the classroom. It took her a few minutes to realize why we were all laughing at her. DeVita then told us the Chainsaw Story, which we have been waiting for ever since September. I''m not even going to attempt to retell it, because it would not sound as good. He then handed back our mock finals, and I got the best mark on it that I have gotten all semester. He said that he was proud of me. After that we were supposed to make corrections and everything, so naturally everybody ignored that and sat around and talked, just like we always do. I was getting people to write notes to me in my journal. Tiff thought I was moving to China, and Kayley gave me that picture of her and I at my sixth birthday party. Our usual group of people was all there, talking about anything we could think of, like ways to kill people, namely Ms Bergman and wondering who stole Sue's mp3 player. I still think it was Tony who hid it in her hood. I would also like to say that I admit that what I said to Yuki today was mean, but it was funny as hell, and you know that if Tony had said it, Yuki would have actually said something back. I took all of those pictures for him anyways.


Megan, SUS, Krisha in math. Jordan and Sam were going to be in this picture, but Sam was hiding and Jordan was being too unphotogenic. You can kind of see Tena in the background.

Block five wasn't so exciting, we were supposed to write an essay based on one of the questions on our practice exam, but nobody did. We got out of class twenty minutes early because we had to take our desks down to the main gym. SUS and I then went to Ms Branch's science class to visit Krisha and Co.


Faaria and Audrey, Ms Branch's science class.

After school I reprimanded Sean for eating liquid death, and I took the 160 with Jordan, Stanley and Ian. I fell asleep in the 701, something I vowed that I would never do because of all of the creepy people that ride it, but nothing happened.

I will get back to studying tomorrow.

Back when "Bob" was the name of nameness...

This is what I did today:

Block Zero - Studied socials

Block One - Planning

Block Two - Studied math

Block Three - "Studied" science

Block Four - Math mock final

Block Five - Socials practice exam

After School - Studied socials on the bus

Currently - Studying Science. I want that sticker.

Other than that, I screwed up Cape Breton Lullaby during the choir tests today both times that I sang it, I studied my math in the caf in block two and pressured people into buying cookies from the bakesale, and Katie and I made up more titles for my journal. A few examples are: "One Black Guinea Pig," "One Black Guinea Pig and his White Female Mate," "Going to the Garage to Inhale Turpentine," (there have been a surprising number of people who have asked me about that one), "So...What IS the Deal With Navel Oranges, I Ask You?!" and finally, "Oxygen the Whore," which I added later, just in case you are wondering, Katie. I am contemplating adding the name for the fear of touching things, "Ahhgetitawayfrommedonttouchmegoawaygoawaygoawayphobia," but I think that it might be a little too long. We still have tomorrow to make more of them up.

Tomorrow I think that we should all get together in block two and take pictures. I think that I remember Krystal doing that on the last day of semester one last year, back when I was uglier and still wore glasses. I still have some of those pictures on my computer.

The fingers on my left hand are cold. I think I'm dieing. Or just extremely paranoid right now. Either one works. And now I'm smiling because I'm happy that I'm paranoid. See me smile?



I'm going to bed just as soon as I earn that sticker. Goodnight.

Satan is a Korean singer.

Okay, so I'm back. My computer's fine and nothing has been wiped off of it. I am happy now. I didn't do too much with all that spare time that I had away from the computer, studied lots etc. Don't have much to talk about, been reviewing all week, had a beep test today and only got six point five because I was tired and undernourished. Cheered myself up with chocolate milk. DeVita has promised to tell us the chainsaw story on Friday, but only if he gets a good night's sleep the night before.

Nothing else to say, I think I'm done.