I have to go back on Wednesday? Ugh.

Today I got to visit my grandmother, and I will see her again on Wednesday, meaning I have to miss my dance practice. I still haven't decided which one I'd rather go to. Grandma has been moved from Chilliwack to White Rock, and the only way we found out was when my uncle in Ontario called my mom and asked her to find his mommy, saying that my aunt had called him. Heaven forbid she would ever call us to tell us what was going on. Anyways, today we went to White Rock to check out her new digs. The place is much nicer, but it still smells bad. Grandma seems happy there though, especially since we brought her more paint.

Saw Bucky as we were deciding which fish and chip place to eat at, and I'm now talking to Paul on msn. Strange coincidence? I think so.

Ugh

And I actually had plans today that did't involve my family. I should have known better.

Somebody remind me to talk to SUS later

Today was actually rather busy for me. I got up before anyone else this morning, quite rare for me, and made myself a fried egg and tomato sandwich, also quite rare, as I am usually not that coordinated in the morning.

A few hours later we left for Vancouver to the Opus Warehouse Sale, where we picked up a few things: a ton of those really nice black sketchbooks, some charcoal, some acrylics for my grandmother, a new journal for me because my current one is nearly full, an assortment of frames, including five large ones so we can frame our posters, a wooden bendable hand, and my personal favourite, a Van Gogh action figure complete with mini box of paints and paintbrushes, mini easel, and mini half-finished what I believe might be The Harvest. Unfortunately, he still has both of his ears. There was more, but I do not remember what else we bought. We paid for our purchases, then headed out to our van. My dad was loading stuff into the back, and I was innocently holding the giant frames nearby so he could grab them, when all of a sudden, I heard a loud shriek, and I turned around to see my sister lying face down on the ground with a box full of art supplies underneath her; she had just fallen out of the van. At first the only thing running through my mind was, 'Oh my god, Erin fell out of the van, I hope she's not dead,' but soon that turned to, 'Oh my god, Erin fell out of the van, that's effing hilarious.' She was alright, and secretly I think my parents were slightly more concerned about the art supplies than my sister.

We left for the closest Costco. It was very busy, it being a Saturday afternoon, and there were a lot of free samples. I do not know what is wrong with the Costcos in PoCo and Burnaby, but the free samples at this Costco were twice as big. By the time we left, we seemed to have an abundance of curry. Dad ran over Erin's foot with the shopping cart, then remarked that it was Beat Up Erin Day. We continued onwards.

We ended up at the new Thrifty Foods. Nobody prepared me for the giant shopping cart out front and I was scared shitless. The nice lady at the entrance gave me a sticker and I was happy. There were numerous free samples in Thrifty's, including cake and cheese. We bought things just for the sake of buying them, and I think that we are going to have a chocolate fondue soon.

Talking to Mikhael on the phone right now.

Anyways, we went to the apartment and ate dinner, then I started reading The Great Gatsby, then fell asleep on the couch until we left, then fell asleep on the way home. Now I am trying to type one-handed.

Going to go now.

Edit: Iss Mao Baby's birthday. Forgot to mention.

Privatizing water: it's fucking disgusting

If you haven't already, watch The Corporation. It contains practically everything that I stand for.

I feel cultured

Today I went into Vancouver with my mother. In exchange for work, she rewarded me with lunch and a mini shopping spree. I spent my morning doing data entry in ACCPAC, about three hours in total. It was quite tedious. The only time I stopped during that three hours was when Marguerite forced me to get up and grab a scone. My mom's work has a professional caterer, so there is always a snack on the table near the coffee closet. Mom and I left for lunch soon after I was finished. We ate at Finches, I had a baked brie and olive baguette and a limonade and mom had a blue brie, walnut and prosciutto baguette and tea. They have one of the largest tea selections that I have ever seen. After finishing, we walked down to Cordova and spent the next little while in Mintage and the Deluxe Junk Company. I saw a few things I liked, but only came away with a shirt.

A fly just landed on my screen.

Anyways, we headed back to the AIBC, where I spent the next three hours stapling papers together. I made a joke about Gino Vanelli and my mom had to play I Just Wanna Stop. Listened to Eric Clapton and drank tea. We took the train home.

Is it possible to pull an ass muscle, because I think I did.

Oh my gosh! She's pulling a Britney Spears! All five of them are! Why! Why are you doing this to yourselves?

Yesterday we had that Planning thing, and I have to say, that was one of the funniest assembly/lectures that I have ever seen. I couldn't help thinking what an oxymoron it was: an old, Asian woman, teaching teenagers about relationships. Some of the highlights included "Mr Spikey-Hair AKA Johnny Depp" and this diagram:



Nothing else particularly interesting happened yesterday, went for a nice long run in PE, along this trail which I had never seen or heard of before, and it included running up this big-assed hill and ending up on the top of St George St Hill, then we ran to the end of the pier in Rocky Point, the back to school, probably six kilometres total, but the most tiring six kilometres I have ever run. I was all ready to do my French oral yesterday, having studied during English, the assembly/lecture and jewellery, but I got a nosebleed that wouldn't stop.

Today was an odd day. The junior concert band, junior jazz band and junior choir traveled to two different elementary schools to perform. The kids were so cute and everything practically went off without a hitch, except Crystal's piano playing, but you can't really blame her for that. I would like to point out now that I was not the one who screwed up during All That Jazz today, it was Katherine, and it only looked like me because she was standing right behind me and I started laughing. Got back and got changed, since the pants I was wearing are part of my dance costume and I can't get them dirty. Went to French, did my oral. Don't ask me how it went. Just don't. After school I hung out with Monni, Mimi, Maritza and Cat. We squished into Mimi's car and went to 7-11, where we bought snack food and drinks, the we went to Maritza's dad's café and hung out there until we had to head to Moody Middle for our game. We did absolutely shitty today, but then again, Gleneagle has won six out of the last seven provincial championships. There were a few injuries today, Lauren hurt her knee somehow, Mikky over-extended her elbow and Cookie fucked up her kneecap. After the game I didn't want to talk to my apartment, so I got a ride with Mimi. We dropped off Raissa first, as she had to go to work, then came back down to Port moody, where Mimi dropped me off. I was invited to the weekly post-game reflection/party at Cat's house, but I have to be up early tomorrow, so I declined.

Going to my mom's work tomorrow; I get to go to the Deluxe Junk Company and check out the new vintage store on Cordova in return for doing some data-entry and other menial tasks. Maybe mom will even take me to lunch at Cassis or the General Store. I'll take my camera just in case.

Took that test thing that Beckie and Jordan were talking about, and, just as I suspected, I'm practically a Communist

Ack, nobody to talk to. Feeling lonely here; my journal is my only friend, and it is almost finished. I need a new one soon, it'll be my third in seven months.

Shitty two hours of dance, the first hour started off with Lindsay starting to teach us the syllabus for the CDTA exams. The dance she is teaching our group for the Bronze level exam is so fucking easy and so boring. Even the other group, who's going for their Grade Three is doing something harder. The next half hour was dedicated to Donna bitching to us about how shitty we danced at competition, and a good part of her rant was directed towards how I never smile in class. I don't like her class, I don't have fun in her class, and I smile more than anyone else when I'm actually on stage, so I don't see what her fucking problem is. The next half hour was dedicated to Donna bitching to us about how shitty we danced at competition, and a good part of her rant was directed towards how I never smile in class. She could have saved her breath; I didn't listen the first time, so obviously I didn't listen the second. I just wish I had the courage to tell her that I don't care anymore.

Learned a new song in jewellery that had most of us rolling on the floor.

In English had to write a paragraph on how we could improve our mark in the class. My paragraph basically consisted of: "I turn in all of my assignments, and they come back with perfect marks, I have gotten over one hundred percent on all of my tests, I have received one hundred percent on all of my in-class writing assignments, I am punctual, I have only missed two classes this semester, and that was because I was doing a service project in Mexico, I pay attention and participate in class, so why the fuck am I getting such a shitty mark?" I wrote it way better than that, I mean, I don't receive six out of six on my writing assignments for nothing.

Busy rest of the week, not going to be in class on Thursday, so I need to finish my study guide for English. Goodnight.

Saturday

Matt Good. The pic is crap because I wasn't using the flash.



My new shirt.

I'm hosting an Easter party next year, where we will roll eggs down hills and throw them up in the air. Anyone?

Mao was sick today, which meant that I had nobody to talk to in block two, so I spent the block sitting next to Blaise and wondering why I kept on smelling Old Spice wherever I went. I can be such an idiot sometimes. We played california kickball in PE, the only reason for it being that Strommie knows more people participate in it than football. I made it all around the bases and nobody noticed, and Yuki admitted that he's a dumbass. Finally put the stone in my bezel set in jewellery, so i should be finished my ring fairly soon. Yuan and I went to Starbucks after school. If it hadn't been Blues, I would have had rugby. The guys had a game today...I'm pretty sure it was the juniors because they play on Mondays. I'll know the outcome as soon as Mikhael gets home.

Report cards today, I'm now only getting ninety-two percent in PE. That's down from one hundred. Stupid Strommie.

It was the 80's

Just a quick update because I'm on Erin's laptop at her apartment and my parents are picking us up soon to see Stuart MacLean's History of Canada again. Had a dance competition yesterday, didn't place, but Mao and I filmed ourselves shaking our heads like idiots in our costumes. Concert last night was awesome, discovered a new artist, which is nice because I don't listen to enough female singers. Pics to follow soon, as soon as I can get home and upload them onto my computer. Sun Run was this morning, did way better then last year. Met up with Denis, Sean, Rob and Danny in GM Place afterwards. Katie's dad gave me a ride to and from the event.

Erin is obsessive-compulsively vacuuming the floor. Geek.

Only he or she who strives to attempt the ridiculous can achieve the impossible

I just arrived home from the conference and I was right. I did enjoy today. I spent the day hanging out with Erin, Alexis, Ellis and Robert, and Aaria, Omar, Safia and Pepin were there as well. It was amazing. For the first time in who knows how long, I can finally say that I am empowered. The speakers today, they really touched me. I am empowered. I am empowered, and I have plans for next year. Aaria has already agreed to help me.

This morning started off with a key-note speaker, Roy Henry Vickers. He gave a speech on his life, and tolerance to other races, because we are all connected. Afterwards we saw Lesra Martin again; this time we got to watch the documentary on his life, which provided more information on his family and his current life than The Hurricane did. After a lunch of various different salads, we went to our afternoon session, passing through the mini book fair, where I ran into Peachy, the teacher who organized the Mexico trip last month. The speaker was Renée Hodgkinson, who works with Craig Kielburger for Free The Children and Leaders Today, and she spoke about making a difference as a youth, having a goal and sticking to it.

I have a plan for next year. Just you wait.

Social Responsibility is being a cool kid

Game was nice today, Yours Truly made some pretty awesome tackles, or at least that's what everyone has been saying. My mom has been telling anyone who will listen about one particular tackle where I "flew through the air and took that girl down." My goal today was to not injure myself, since I couldn't afford it this game, and I achieved this goal, only coming away with a bit of blood lost from a stray cleat and a big-assed bruise on my leg from somebody stepping on me. Somebody found a four-leaf clover during warmup, and we all had to touch it for luck during our stretch/team bonding session.

I got to attend a lecture by Lesra Martin tonight, and it was wonderful. I will also see him tomorrow at the conference. Alexis was there too, and she will be at the conference tomorrow. I also saw Ms Gardenner and Ms Johansson, who had to ask me about my game.

I have a feeling that I am going to enjoy tomorrow.

"You squeak like a cookie. ...And cookies don't squeak. Why did I say that?"

Just got home from my dance competition. Didn't place, but the competition was tough. It was nice to see Alison, Deanna and Meghan again.

We came home by way of Albion ferry. I must have been asleep because I don't remember it at all.

Today I got to research just how bad those cafeteria cookies are.

Guess what?

I GOT MY SHIRT!


The shirt


Brian tried to take a picture of Beckie and I being emo. Unfortunately, Beckie can't keep a straight face.

Wheee!

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Mao and I were horrendously late for dance, so late that Luke left about three minutes before we arrived. Patty was sitting in as our teacher today, as Donna was in Surrey today with some of the other groups. Mao and I practiced for a while, then Erin and I practiced. Competition is tomorrow.

Wore my chicken feet earrings today. Most people seemed to like them.

Sparky, the puntable, fuzzy lampshade.

I visited my grandmother today, quite pointless really, but at least she had a new story to tell. At first I thought that she was talking about some sort of animal, but when she said that she sent him away with his pants around his ankles, I'm not so sure anymore. It might have made more sense had I actually been listening.

I wore my orange sandals today, which meant that although I received quite a few compliments for them, I had to put up with my mother and sister ridiculing me all day. We found a large pile of rocks near the Fraser and had to investigate, so I wore a pair of flip flops for that, because it's common sense not to wear heels when looking for agates. I took lots of pictures of Erin with her camera and quietly cursed the family nearby as they were quite loud and extremely annoying. They had two small dogs, Sparky, a white furry rat thing wearing a "Cone of Silence" one of those things that animals wear after they have had surgery, and the other was a chocolate lab puppy named Skipper. My time at the rock pile would have been more enjoyable had it not been for the little girl calling "Skipper! Skipper! Come here Sparky, come on Pooky Poo!" and the boys who felt the need to throw rocks at their uncle.

Anyways, here is a picture of my shoes:



And here is a picture of me today:



That is all for tonight.

I was bored, so I took fifty pictures of myself, then deleted forty-five of them and saved the rest...

Had our annual Easter Egg hunt today, Erin found more than me like she does every year, but that means that she gets to share with the parents and I get to hoard mine. I ate way too much today.

I actually did some homework today. It's a miracle.

For some reason I really want summer right now.

My computer has another virus. What a bitch.

Yesterday was my rest day, so I played on the computer, finished my book and made pudding eggs. Today I had dance for an hour and a half, where I was yelled at because I do not smile enough. We made a quick stop at IKEA to buy cheap pots for some of our plants, and I picked up a metal garden ornament shaped like a bird, just so I can remove the legs and turn them into earrings. I think I'll do that tomorrow, or even tonight when I'm watching Monty Python.

Tomorrow I get to go visit my cousins and give them sugar in the form of chocolate eggs and jelly beans. Just what they need.


Mom's Pudding Monster

Edit: My chicken earrings:



I look so emo here. My Weekend Me, where I don't give a shit aabout what I look like..

I didn't get my picture of Brian in a dress...

We won today, but I don't remember the score. I shall add it in when I find out. It was absolutely freezing out there. Everyone was soaked. Mikhael let me wear his sweatshirt for most of the time that I was on the side, but it was so hard to stay warm. I got a nosebleed during warmup; we were practicing nine-on-nine, and the ball was literally smashed into my face. It was also the most confusing game that I have ever played. We were playing Abbotsford Secondary, so during the game, the other team kept on yelling Go Abby, and Get Up Abby, etc. I was so confused. It was a good game though; our defense really pulled through. Strommie was reffing. I have to do laundry now. All of my rugby gear needs to be washed, minus my jersey, because we are all too lazy to wash our own, so we make our coaches do it.

I'm still cold though, even after a hot shower. I'm wearing two or three layers and I have my cup of tea, so hopefully I will warm up soon.

I hope everybody is having a wonderful time at the Fast. I'm still so angry about that. Beckie is buying me a shirt at the Queen concert tonight.

I'm exhausted.


Edit: The score was twenty-six to nothing. That's four trys and three kicks.

Shakespearean Improv

Ugh, I hate group projects. The people in my English group are freaking out right now, and I have proved once again that I cannot speak French. Luckily, Mia loves me enough not to laugh at my French, and is editing it for me before I have to send it off to my group.

Rugby was fun today; we focused on tackling and our shitty defense. I accidentally kicked Kelsey in the face as I was being tackled by Cookie, and later Cookie stepped on my hand and put all of her weight on it for a few seconds, so I have bruises and cleat marks on my hand. Both of my knees are suffering from grass burn. I can't wait until tomorrow's game.

Speaking of tomorrow, I will not be going to the Oxfam Fast, much as I want to. Those bastards firmly told me that they were closing the doors at five and would not let me in afterwards, even if I had a game, so I told them that they could go fuck themselves, only in a nice way, and asked for my cheque back. Assholes.

Now if you don't mind, I have to get ready for tomorrow, as I will be dressing up like an old man and performing Shakespearean improv. I am also getting Jung to take a picture of Brian in a dress for me, just because he specifically asked me not to. So glad I'm finally done that composition.

Monica: (to Sean and I) "You know, you two would make a really good couple." Sean and I: "Ummm..." *Awkward silence*

Oh god, I'm so busy this month. I just finally started my French homework, and am in the middle of a six-way conversation with the members of my English group on MSN. I'm not allowed to go to bed until they are done, because I have to print everything out.

Dance was okay; we met the woman who will be teaching us the dances and terminology for our exams in September. Showed Donna my duo costume and brought the group one home. Erin had an exam today, so she couldn't come to practice. I have a practice for both of my dances this weekend, and I promised not to forget this time.

Here is my group costume, for all of you lucky people to see:

The top:


The headband:


I tried to hotlink pics off SOMEONE'S Xanga, but she password protected her PhotoBucket. Bitch. So I dirtied my poor camera and computer by taking pictures of my own. I hope you're happy.

Mao is high on soup

The choir thing was fun, I guess, although it would have been more exciting had I been more awake, but I got to see KJ again, and various people from other schools, plus those in our senior choir whom I never see that often.

Kayla: "Why is it that, whenever I see you, you are always surrounded by guys, you WHORE!"

Stanley: "Hey hey, she's an ASIAN whore."

Abby: "Wooooo! You know it!"

It makes up for the crappy day I've been having. Brian, Yuan and Jordan distracting me in French did not help.

On the other hand, that assembly in advisory was damn good, unlike the one last week. This woman actually knew how to keep people listening. It was so sad though. Emelia told me later that it really hit home, because she has sped on the same hill where the woman's sister was killed.

That is all for now. I have to take off my dance costume before I ruin it.

I made a new playlist and it is happy

I forgot to go to dance today. I'm going to be yelled at on Tuesday.

On the other hand, JoAnne can just go fuck herself. I don't care about Sunday practices.

I have been doing my English homework all day. I would have done my French homework as well, but I have no idea what to write, so I am going to ask SUS and maybe Diana for help tomorrow.

I have a question, how can this be me? I don't look like me at all in this picture:



That is all for tonight, if I want to be awake tomorrow at all. I have both rugby and the choir thing after school.

Goodnight.

I want neon orange spandex

My neck still hurts from the game on Thursday. Getting speared in the throat is not fun. Slept on the way back to the school, at the apartment, on the way home, and at home. Was still tired all day yesterday. SUS thought I was sick. Luckily I didn't do much in PE. Strommie made us play "Picnic Games." What a waste of a PE class. Imbeau gave me a rather good tentative mark on my ring for this report card period.

I haven't done anything today. Monty Python is on soon.

And this is the only reason why I still use my LJ.

Read this and be enlightened.

I saw my Greggypoo again.

What an...I am going to call this an interesting day for lack of something better.

It all started this morning before school, when the "Creepy Guy" walked past Karolina and I, and we noticed that he has added a nose ring to his fauxhawk and leather outfit.

Did the beep test in block one, only got to Seven-And-A-Half, but was the third last person out of all the girls in block one.

First block two, slept through English. Bergman the prude said the most sexual thing ever without even noticing.

Second block two, slept through assembly, this time using Jamie as my pillow, only waking up to eat the chocolate cake he offered me.

Block three, tried desperately to finish my part of the planning project.

Block four, found out we had a sub, tried to skip, found out that Mr Fryling was our sub, got caught, watched movie on jewellery making, ignored it, worked on my ring.

Block five was... Frenchish.

Rugby was okay today, I displaced my right kneecap, but it's nothing major; it's just a little swollen. So very hot out.

Ate dinner at the apartment.

Went to Riverside and saw Little Shop of Horrors. I suppose it would have been better if I had not seen it at Centennial in February. The set was very well done, but the costumes were horrible.

Came home, had shower, now doing homework.

Goodnight.

Life is worse when the good guys wear black.

Ugh, I hate planning homeworkkkkkkkkkk.

On the bright side, the nice lunch lady was back again today, and she helped me find the biggest cookie in the pile. It was our little tradition last year. She's my nice lunch lady and I'm her little cookie monster *Insert some sort of happy smiley face here*


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Abby: "Don't judge fruit, they don't speak English. They probably speak some sort of fruity language."

SUS: "Yeah, they speak Mandarin."

"I'm smarterlier than you." "Nuh uh, I'm the smarterliest."

11:44am
I love technology. It's wonderful how, one minute you are sitting in front of your locker with some friends, eating a bag of popcorn, and the next upstairs on a computer looking up the company to see if it was run by one man or two "mans." Orville Redenbacher was quite ugly, but then again, who wouldn't be if they had dedicated eighty-one of their eighty-eight years to popcorn? By then I suppose it doesn't really matter what you look like. Nevertheless, I think I have been put off popcorn for life.

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As for the "hot" Belgian guys that invaded my PE class this morning, I don't think they're hot, some of them were attractive, yes, and all, especially the girls were very athletic and put our class to shame. Shame.

"Really?" "Yes." "Really?" "Yes." "Really?...Nooooooooo."

Not much going on here right now, I've been eating all day, either real food or chewing on my chew toy. Yes, I have a chew toy. I have decided not to post the rest of my travel journal, because I am sure that I am the only one who cares.

Now, anyways, I feel as though I have gained two pounds this weekend. It would be more, but I actually dragged myself out for a forty minute run to Maple Ridge Park and back yesterday. It was nice.

I have spent practically my entire day on the computer, not suprising, but now I am more ahead on my English homework than I was before, yesterday only two scenes ahead on my comprehension questions, now seven scenes, a full act ahead. I am also nearly done my half of my planning project.

I have found a new site which is very interesting; I shall explain it tomorrow.

I know I never post quizzes anymore

but I just had to post this one:

You Are a Black and White Cookie

You're often conflicted in life, and you feel pulled in two opposite directions.When you're good, you're sweet as sugar. And when you're bad, you're wicked!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

Mud-Filled Paradise

At home, listening to Erin's pathetic cries of, "Soap, where are you?" and wondering, what kind of family did I get myself into when I was born?