Après avoir mangé, je suis mort

I didn't post yesterday because it would have turned into a bitchrant.

Yesterday during PE, a bee found me. It landed on my shirt, crawled onto my arm, and stayed there for the next half an hour. I even got changed with it sitting on my arm. When I got to English, however, Bergman made me get rid of it. It's not that I was upset because I had to say goodbye to it, although I had become attached to it in our short time together, and all the people who are afraid of bees in my English class are just a bunch of fucking pansies, but it was that she forced me to leave, fucking forced me, and told me not to come back until I had gotten rid of it. I should have just left and not come back. Instead I sulked in a corner and glared at her whenever she looked in my direction. I think it did some good; everyone knows how scary I look when I glare at people. Nevertheless, I miss my Alfred.

Portrait of Alfred


After that I was in a really bad mood. I went to the library and did my English homework so I wouldn't have to do it later. Two concrete poems. One was about how I hate people who hate bees. When Bitchman read it today she just gave me this look that said 'I would kick you out if I could,' then told me off for muttering death threats to my dance teacher.

The rest of my day yesterday was okay. I got way better on my last French oral than the two before. Dance was mediocre, Mikhael was there and we started a new dance for our exams, but Donna was lecturing us about how we should have won gold last week.

Today was better than yesterday. It started off in the library with the usual jokes of whether or not I am going to beat AJ up, and my reading of 24 Hours. In planning we took a quiz about STD's, then looked at pictures of vaginas with gonorrhea and crabs. In English Bitchman talked about haikus for a block, made us analyze them and fill in blanks in her "happy happy, bounce bounce bounce" way. Meanwhile I ignored her and wrote twelve haikus, eight standard and four with eleven syllables. Some of them are actually genius. Who knew cardboard boxes and a hate for dance could be so poetic? Spent block three in the library again, and it was only slightly warmer than yesterday today. In French we finally got to work on our projects for more than five minutes.

After school I went to the rugby room and signed a ball and a shirt, then hung out with Krisha until her mom picked her up, because I never see her anymore, then Maria and I went back to the rugby room so she could sign the ball and shirt as well. She, Sammy and I walked down the hill together, then I walked to my apartment, where dad and I stood on the balcony and discussed the idiotic contractors conducting the renovations in the park and poetry. Mom and Erin arrived, then we went to dinner, as today is my father's birthday. We went to Milestones, like we did for my father's last birthday. I hate Milestones. I hate them so much after what happened last year. To add insult to injury, my mom today ordered the same thing that I did last year. On the other hand, the desserts were really good.

Got to dance twenty minutes late for a half an hour long lesson, blamed it on my father. I forgot that I had dance today when I got dressed this morning, not that I cared what Donna thought, but I was wearing a low-cut shirt that showed my stomach, and I forgot to pack a belt that actually serves a purpose, so my jeans were falling down. I should have left my hair down just to piss Donna off further.

I think that's it.

Fight your own battles, dammit!

I just made myself breakfast.

I probably didn't eat as much as I should have today. If I had money, I would have bought a muffin or something, but I only had enough for my cookie.

I had a good English day today, nearly perfect on my oral commentary and perfect on my group project, but a bad French day, two tests, one right after the other. I'm not saying what I received on today's test, and I don't know what I got on last Friday's. My other classes were just as unexciting as those two, in planning we watched some movie on teenagers and credit cards, luckily this is our last day spent on finance before we move onto sex ed, and in jewellery I ate chips and watched people light things on fire, though I did not participate for obvious reasons, the main one being that I am currently afraid of fire.

Took the school special with Mikhael, Jordan, Yuan and Kenny.

I left my journal at home today, and therefore was extremely bored in English. I almost felt naked, but not really. The last time I forgot my journal was two journals before this one, last December maybe. I just happened to forget it the day we had a homework quiz in math, not that I had done much of my homework anyways, but what I had done, plus all of my notes were in it. Oh well, I won't forget it again.

I will be bored next week

Today was dance pictures. When I arrived I was quite surprised to find out that not only were they on schedule, they were ahead of schedule, which is unheard of on picture day. I had my first picture taken almost immediately, my group, then Mikhael and I went to the mall, where I took him to Dairy Queen for the first time ever. Jessica wasn't there and I was sad. We sat on the couches for a while, then we went back to my dance school, where I had my second picture taken. While we were waiting for the group before us to finish, Erin and I talked to the photographer's wife about when we were as little as the children having their pictures taken, and the dance schools we had been to before Footloose. Wolfgang took my first ever dance pictures, when I was three taking ballet at Chaisson. Wolfgang only started doing the photography at Footloose a few years ago, after Donna had a fallout with Ken Kajuwara, the man who did our photoshoot a few years ago for the TriCity and The Now.

This week I only have two dance practices, but next week, I have two practices, a tech rehearsal and three shows. Should be fun, I guess.

"We didn't see Mikhael." "Oh yeah, because Katie was really looking forward to that."

I bought my swag. A DancePower jacket identical to Beckie's.

The grad dinner/dance thing was okay, I got to school and there was pizza, then we traveled to the PanPacific. We sang for over half an hour, though barely anyone heard us because they were all outside, but we had a small audience. Afterwards we were free to go where we wanted, so we all went outside to look at the dresses. Grad truly is a girly event. All of the dresses were so pretty. I finally got to see Mimi in a dress, which made my day.


Mimi in a dress.

We took the bus home, Megan, Katie, Shalaleh and I were taking pictures:


Katie and I.


Me looking decidedly psychotic and Megan looking scared.

I had forgotten how bad I looked with my hair up. Ew.

My mom was late picking me up, but we arrived home to find that my dad had acquired a used ice cream cake. It's Moriah's birthday upstairs, she's eleven, and they had some leftover cake, Zosie gave it to us.

"Sure our technique was good, but everything else was shit."

Received a bronze medal today at DancePower for my duo. We could have done a lot better, but I was in a bad mood. Donna told me that although I smiled, I looked like I wanted to be anywhere but on the stage, which was kind of true, because while I was dancing, my rugby team was playing against Abbotsford. Beckie's little girls received gold and she and her mom congratulated me in the changeroom afterwards. Beckie hasn't seen me dance since we competed against each other a few years ago, but we didn't know each other back then. I am hoping to go back to The Act before I have to go the the grad dinner/dance to go buy some DP swag.


Me in my stage makeup. I know this picture is from Wednesday, but none of my pictures from today are any good. They take pictures of you while your dancing, but I only found one that I like and it costs about fifteen dollars to print.

Today I decided to become an Olympic speed-walker, but was soon informed that speed-walking is being taken out of the Olympics. Damn.

"You crotch-stuffer, you ain't got no balls."

I have been in a bad mood all afternoon.

In PE we did the first real twenty minute warmup in months, complete with nearly ten minute relay. The whole impersonating Olympic sports was stupid; sometimes I think Strommie is on crack. I got my new duffel bag after PE, and I had to show everyone how happy I was because it had my name on it.

In English we watched more of Gatsby and I nearly fell asleep.

At the beginning of block three Tiff, Chelsea, Kelsey and I went with Fraser to watch some rugby. We didn't end up doing much watching, but we kicked the ball around a lot, I finally tried to drop kick it and failed miserably, and Chelsea taught me how to throw a rugby ball properly; it only took me two months. The rest of the team finally arrived, and with them brought a case of Gatorade and cinnamon bagels with cream cheese. Some of us went to the changeroom to get changed, and we made friends with everyone inside, only to find out that most of them were the team we were playing. They were all very nice. I was clotheslined, and the girl who tackled me apologized and asked me if I was alright before she got up and got a lecture from the ref. We lost by five points, and we were very upset because we should have easily won that game. This game was my first ever being in the starting lineup. After the game everybody went home to get changed, then we met back at the school for the rugby banquet at Gleneagle. It was okay, the food wasn't all that great, the vegetarian option had chicken it it, and the entertainment was horrible. On the way back to school I was in a bitchy mood, so I sat in a corner while everyone else screamed and attacked each other because they were high on juice.

I was picked up by my mom, and soon after that Mikhael called me, and we had a thirty-seven minute conversation, only ending when I arrived at my house. Mikhael got his L today, and I am proud of him.

We got home just as our tenant arrived from picking her son and his friend from a youth dance at the local youth centre. It was Dayton's first dance, and he proudly told me that he had danced with a grand total of five girls, then proceeded to tell me about all of his friends and how many girls each one had danced with, and for how long. That kid is going to be such a player when he's older.

I think I gained two pounds today. I'll dance like hell tomorrow to make up for it.

Okay, this HAD to go on my blog

You Are Cookie Monster

Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth. You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around. You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking How you live your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

"So Mimi, what's REALLY in that water bottle?"

It took me nearly two hours to get to school today. Two excruciatingly long hours.

The school part of my day was unexciting. I didn't pay much attention in planning; I missed half of the class. Saw Mikhael after block one, who gave me a cookie. I was happy. We watched part of The Great Gatsby in English, and I reminisced about the time I learned how to dance the Charleston. Block three I read a magazine, like I do every day, and SUS, Michelle and I bitched about teachers and the misplacement of major projects. I will never forgive that French Bitch for what she did to me last year. I hid in a corner with my hair in a tight bun in block four, and it was the only time that Imbeau let me get away with not doing anything for a block. I spent the block poking Beth with a piece of metal and eating apple chips. Block five wasn't worth mentioning because I was only there for half an hour.

The game against Heritage was pitiful. I really really want to kick a certain number fifteen's ass. I got kicked in the collar bone by somebody, but other than that I was fine. Monni was called off and she is so upset because Bernes isn't letting her play tomorrow and maybe not on Saturday. As soon as the game was over we packed up and headed for the banquet, where we arrived a fashionable forty-five minutes late. We were easily the "loud and obnoxious" group of tables, but it was fun. Monni, Cookie, Daniela and Raissa all won awards, and we cheered for practically everyone, minus the cheer team, because we never do. Ms Ono was at the banquet to present the Jaime Ono Award to somebody on the cheer team, and it was nice to see her again. Afterwards our team got together and discussed presents for our coaches, especially for Bernes, because we are losing her at the end of the year. We made her cry tonight.

We have another game tomorrow, against whom I do not know, but I am leaving early to watch some rugby beforehand. All I will miss is the Spring Fling, but I missed half of it last year because of a dance competition, so I don't really care. I won't get to hang out with Mikhael, but I don't get the chance to watch rugby that often.

I think I have French homework, but I don't care because I won't be going to French tomorrow.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Received silver at DancePower today, I knew we weren't good enough for gold. Maybe if I cared I would have put effort into what I was doing. The whole competition took way too long. I would have left for the awards, I live three blocks away from The Act, but I bumped into Natasha and I had to sit in a hallway and talk to her for a while. I got to see Eliza dance, but somehow missed Jordan's lyrical. I suppose I was so bitchy because I wanted to be anywhere but in that theatre. I wonder how our game went.

Other than that, my day was okay. We did the Banting run in block one, it was wet, then Mikhael and I went for a walk to Starbucks in block two, it was even wetter. We walked into the school just before the hail started. I read a magazine in block three and hung out with my Asians, and in block four I managed to set my hair on fire. One of the few times that I forget to tie my hair back and a set my fucking hair on fire. It's not very noticeable, but it scared me shitless and now my hair smells really bad. If anyone who reads this laughs at me tomorrow, provided that I even go to school tomorrow, I will kick your fucking ass and light your hair on fire so you can see what it's like.

Good luck in your potato sack

Today was not terribly exciting. I talked to Mimi in block one and watched Tena finish our English project, presented our project in block two, and it was shitty, though last time I said that I ended up getting perfect. Block three I studied and hid behind Mikhael every time Yuan put his French notes anywhere near me. In block four I ate tortilla chips and managed to cut myself with a jewellery saw. Block five I re-did my French oral, it was much better this time, and I dared Jordan to call everyone he saw tomorrow a poussette, look it up yourself.

Had Lindsay for dance, as Donna was at DancePower. I fucked up the exam syllabus dance every single time, but it was probably because I was tired. We went over our group dance a few times, and Lindsay gave me the first compliment that I've heard in a while about my dancing. Called Mimi after dance and was and am upset because I can't play tomorrow. Kickoff is half an hour before my dance competition.

Watched House and felt marginally better.

A little while ago, Mikhael and I had our first ever argument:


Soft Core Surrealism says:
if you love it so much, why don't you marry him?
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
i never said i loved it so much
Soft Core Surrealism says:
you implied that you loved it
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
i disagree
Soft Core Surrealism says:
i disagree with you disagreeing
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
no fair you cheated
Soft Core Surrealism says:
did not!
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
did so! lol
Soft Core Surrealism says:
did not!
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
rock paper scissors, loser cheated
ok?
Soft Core Surrealism says:
i always lose at rock paper scissors
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
okay lets go then
rock, paper, scissors
ROCK!!!!!!
Soft Core Surrealism says:
paper
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
u cheated!
Soft Core Surrealism says:
did not!
*-_Mikhael_-* Thanks Ryder 15-15 says:
i so realized how stupid rock paper scissors would be over msn
just when u started typing
and i was like hmm...theres still a tiny chance she could somehow screw up lol
Soft Core Surrealism says:
...
i win

I thought it was cute. We always have such weird conversations.

This is better than perfect

I spent most of my day with Mikhael. It was nice. We hung out at his house for a few hours, then he watched me dance. We went for lunch and bubble tea, then we went home.

My PhotoShop isn't working and I'm sad.

I am wearing pajama pants with sharks on them

Today has been the most uneventful day I've had in a while. I followed Erin around while she went shoe shopping, and saw the coolest sandals ever, even better than my orange ones, but mom wouldn't buy them for me. I played with PhotoShop for a while. That's about it.

This is perfect

The first part of my day yesterday kind of sucked, mainly because I did my French oral, then found out that it didn't record and I have to go again on Tuesday. Also, I had been functioning on three hours of sleep, and not even the trip to Dairy Queen in block three could keep me fully awake. I also skipped English, because I decided I'd rather sit around and do nothing in the caf then sit around and do nothing in a classroom. Bergman is the most gullible person ever; I walked up to her at the beginning of block three, told her that I had slept in and it was an hour and a half bus ride to school, then gave her my vocab assignment.

My day brightened up considerably after school, as Mikhael and Jordan came over to my apartment again. My dad arrived though, so we left early for school. Mikhael helped sell tickets, then we hung out till the musical was over. We helped clean up afterwards, I was busy trying to remove stripped screws, but Katie's mom arrived and I had to leave. Went to bed really early to make up for lost sleep the night before.

Woke up today at about seven, but I didn't get off the couch until twelve. I finally tried out the shower at the apartment, but there was no conditioner and I was sad. I put my pajamas back on because I was feeling lazy, then Mikhael called and after making myself breakfast, I went over to his house for a few hours, then his mom gave us a ride to SilverCity, where we saw the DaVinci Code. We took the bus back. There was this bum at the bus stop who was so funny, he asked us the way to Coquitlam Station, then after telling us never to let each other go, he started talking to himself. On the bus he struck up a conversation with a little boy, telling him that his mother was attractive.

Ugh, Monty Python isn't on and I am upset.

Ow! Why the fuck is the sun there!

Did my oral commentary today; it was okay, I guess, I mean, I didn't swear or anything and I talked for the full five minutes. Bergman seemed impressed that I took one sentence and managed to compare it to the American Dream and talk about it for two minutes.

Only ten uninjured people showed up to rugby today, plus Maritza and Cookie. Two of our coaches, Fraser and MacLean were there also, so we spent half our practice playing buggers and the other half playing Yards, which is my new favourite rugby game. It was very fun, seeing as I am half-decent at kicking, unlike some of the others, and we made fun of each other and so on while we played. One of my kicks that Mimi tried to catch popped out one of her pinky fingers, but other than that, nobody was really injured today, except maybe Steph, who kept on trying to catch the ball with her face.

Now I'm desperately trying to finish my English homework, but I fear that I'll be up quite late tonight. I need some of Sam's patented paper ninja stars to chuck at Bergman.

This is me right now:

I'm not a whore, I'm a sexy beast

Today was not as hot as yesterday, which was nice. I had PE first block; we ran to Rocky Point, where I saw Jeremy on the sailing dock. I like running early in the morning because it's way cooler. Block two I basically just sat there and talked with Mao in my journal. I started journal number eighteen today. I am doing my commentary tomorrow and I know I'll spend at least thirty consecutive seconds sitting there like an idiot saying 'um' and swearing under my breath. Block three lamented that I didn't have fifty cents to buy a cookie. SUS gave me a dollar-fifty to buy a muffin. In block four I was taking pictures of Beth and Emily, then deleting them because they were shitty, then Beth said something about me being photogenic, so I turned my camera around and took a picture of myself and it was actually good. Spent most of the rest of the block sleeping, then bitched about dance to Audrey for the last twenty minutes. Block five was exceptionally warm. I hate having my last block in a portable. Johansson was telling us about the fan that she borrowed from the school one year, about how she set it up and was testing it, then Brian asked if it exploded, he's been doing that for a few days now, and she said yes, which was funny, then two minutes later the fan that she borrowed from her mother fell off the overhead and "exploded" which had everyone on the floor laughing. We didn't have practice after school, just a meeting, and I was going to walk to my apartment and work on my English homework, but I met up with Katie on the stairs, so I had to keep her company and talk about "girly things." Jordan arrived a few minutes before she left, so him and I hung out for a while on the stairs. Around four-thirty I decided that I might as well wait for the guys to finish their sevens practice, so Jordan and I sat on the stairs for a while longer, although we were joined by Richard. We stayed on the stairs until five-thirty, Mikhael having joined us at five, then Mikhael walked me home. Ate dinner, went to dance. Dance was uneventful, but it was nice to see Patty and Joanne again.

Here's the picture I took of myself:



Goodnight.

Smoked Fruit

Ugh, I hate dance. Donna was all pissed at me because of last week, and with Mao not being able to dance, she wouldn't stop picking on me. Almost every time something went wrong it was my fault. I'd bitch more, but I'm doing my English homework.

Spent block one chucking pennies at jars, block two siting around doing nothing, block three at Starbicks, then standing in fronyt of Yuan's locker, block four playing with a piece of wax, block five, trying to pay attention in French, but failing miserably because of the heat, stupid portables, and after school slept on a couch at the mall with Mikhael.

That's all.

Beth wants me

Ugh, I hate myself. I gave up rugby today for homework. Stupid fucking Bergman.

On the bright side, Mikhael gave me cheesecake today, and that's all I could talk about all day, except for the whole "I platonically love you" thing.

Happy birthday, Mikhael :)

The apartment needs more chocolate

Helping out at the musical last night really wasn't that exciting. I did an awesome job of selling tickets, sold quite a few actually, and the turnout was way better than Thursday and Friday. After an hour of that though, I had an hour and a half of down time, so I hung out with Gary, AJ, Alex and Navin at concession, talking, listening to music and playing cards. Afterwards we cleaned up and I rode the bus with Jordan even though I wasn't supposed to. Volunteering was okay, I got to show off my orange sandals and everything, but it was also quite traumatizing, as Jordan and I had a nice conversation over how sexy his ass was (can't say I've noticed) and I watched Brian stick his hand down his pants about seven times (it's one of those "you had to have been there" things). Spent like two hours on the phone afterwards, then forced myself to stay awake to watch SNL. Erin arrived at the apartment around twelve-thirty, and I thought it was funny that she was trying to be quiet while I was still awake.

I spent about half of today sleeping, on't getting up to make breakfast and cookies. Erin stole some of my cookie dough to make cookie dough milkshakes; we bought a blender for the apartment yesterday and it's fun to play with. Mikhael came over and we hung out for a few hours, went for a walk to escape from my parents who arrived a few minutes before he did.

Came home, found out that one of my cats, the fat one, was locked in our laundry room for most of the day. Felt bad, though it was not my fault. Ugh, so damn tired. I hope SUS gives me back my new journal tomorrow.

One more thing. Yes I have a new boyfriend. Shut up already.

I now know what To Jordan means

Life really sucks when you can't chew.

I mean, I should have expected something if we were playing against Semiahmoo, last time I was speared in the throat and got whiplash (totally happened again on Tuesday against Heritage, but not so bad) but I didn't expect that. I only played for fifteen or twenty minutes, Bernes didn't want to put me in because of my knee. I started playing, left wing, and the first few minutes were all right, I tackled a few times and whatnot, but a few minutes in I was supporting Raissa, she was tackled, so she popped the ball up to me. I jumped over her and the girl who tackled her, it was awesome really, and would have been even better had I not been clotheslined a few seconds later. I was a little dazed from that, Monni even had to help me up, but a few minutes later, I tackled this girl, not the lightest person, and she landed on my head. I cried for ten minutes straight, and played for most of that ten minutes. As soon as I was called off, I went to my bag to look for my Tylenol, and gave out Ibuprophen to anyone who needed it.

So yeah, I can't chew properly and yesterday I went hungry. All I ate was a shitload of water, a cookie that took me half an hour to eat, some chocolate milk because I was dying for some and I only had ninety-nine cents, and half a granola bar. It took me all of block five, a whole hour and fifteen minutes to eat that granola bar half. Both Jordan and I agree that me trying to eat was the most exciting thing that happened that block, because that French toc really was a crackhead.

Hung out with Mikhael and Jordan after school and because we had nothing better to do, we spent a few hours at my apartment. Jordan left earlier because he had to go get ready for the musical.

The musical itself was alright, although I can't help thinking that I was cheated out of an intermission. I seriously went just to see Jordan dance. It made my evening. Afterwards I tripped over a speed bump, then was attacked by a few certain people, that had me lying on the ground screaming. Annoying, but funny, because I haven't screamed like that for so long.

Woke up this morning really dehydrated, and although I can close my jaw now, it stills hurts to chew. Erin loves me and she made me a smoothie with all of the food groups. Un fortunately, because we made the smoothie, we forgot to make coffee and now my parents are "mad" at us.

That's all for now, I have no idea what I'm doing today, only that I have to be at school later to volunteer with the musical.

...

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Le Sigh

Don't ask me about my day. It's not worth talking about, although I will never forget it.

On the way home today, we stopped at Dairy Queen and I saw this:



Sorry the picture's so bad.

"It's a drink!" "...Actually it's wild boar."

WE ARE GOING TO PROVINCIALS!!!!!!

This is the first time ever! Daniela and Raissa were actually crying. Monni was awesome today. Out of our seventeen points, she accounted for twelve. My knee was being bitchy today, so I didn't play very much. I am so effing happy.

Here's a shitty picture of me running today. I don't take good action shots:



My day other than that was pretty uneventful. We were wrestling in PE and I discovered that my balance is worse than I thought. Betty says my nails are poisonous. I said I'd visit her in the hospital if it came to that.

Bergman is a bitch.

The earthquake drill today was pretty pointless. I was in the library at the time, and as soon as we were told to get underneath the tables, Yuan and Jennifer both hit their heads, then the librarians got into an "argument" over which number we were on when we were counting down. When everyone else was counting down, I mean. I'm too cool for that. We went outside, where I lectured Yuan and Andre for trying to go down the stairs near my locker, because in the event of a real earthquake, that part of the school wouldn't be there, as it is directly over the metal room. I am glad we didn't have the drill in block four, because I would have been in the metal room, and I would have thought it was pointless to even leave, because we would probably die in the explosion from one of the acetylene tanks falling over. Afterwards in the library I was reading everyone's horoscopes from two different magazines (Vanity Fair and ElleGirl) and Sam didn't get one of his, but that's okay because it's Sam. None of the Asians at my table (which was everyone except me) except for Brian, knew what Hanky Panky meant, and I nearly fell out of my chair, I was laughing so hard.

Spent block four working on other people's pieces because I had nothing of my own to work on.

French seemed to take forever, but I had Jordan and Beckie to entertain me.

That's about it. My mommy took me to Dairy Queen after the game because she loves me.

Tired now. House on soon.

"He's not THAT short. What, like, 5'6"? Taller than me at least."

I am in a very good mood today.

Tomorrow we are playing Heritage Woods again. Four-thirty, Moody Middle. I expect everyone to be there, except for Mao, she will be at dance covering for me. Even Mia is coming, and if she can make it, so can all of you. If we win this game, we automatically make it into the provincials. If we lose, the season's pretty much over. We want to win this more than Heritage. They aren't the ones losing a third of their team to graduation this year.

Ugh, my knee hurts. I don't want to wear my brace tomorrow, but I might have to.

Watch out for me on the twentieth, that is when Abby's Diabolical Plan is coming into action. Ask me for the details if you really want to know, but basically I am going to rid Jamie of five or six of his stalkers. All I did in block four was plan it out. Beth helped with that, and Daniela helped finalize everything.

Oh yeah, here is proof that I took that picture in The Phoenix. Yuan can go fuck himself:



I just wish that she had run for valedictorian.

Mom! Erin was impersonating Chuck Norris and she killed the cat!

Shortly after I left for my run yesterday, my parents left too. Where they went I do not know, but they were gone until a few hours after I came back. Shortly after they arrived home, my internet “mysteriously” disconnected. Taking this as a subtle hint that my dad was pissed off at me, I decided to put as much distance between him and me for the second time that day. I suddenly had the brilliant idea of checking out the new dance store on Dewdney A) because I wanted to, and B) because I’m tired of borrowing Erin’s spandex for rugby and a dance store seemed like a logical place to look. So, I went for a walk. Of course, I forgot that everything in Maple Ridge closes agonizingly early, even on Saturdays, and I’m pretty sure they do it just to spite me. Disappointed, I returned home, and while raking up grass clippings with my mother, I bitched that my whole life is one conspiracy after another, the latest being that somebody does not want me to own my own spandex.

The moral of the story: Maple Ridge should burn in Hell.

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Today my mother, sister and I set out once again. We went to one of the local malls, the one with the London Drugs in it because mother needed to pick up a few things, then I dragged the other two around that mall and the other one in search of spandex. This time I forgot that Maple Ridge is a God-fearing place, so heaven forbid anything should be open on Sundays. We went to the sports store in Haney Place, but they did not have anything worth mentioning. Severely disappointed this time, I think I have lost all hope that I will ever own my own pair of spandex. We continued on our way to a nearby farm, where we bought ten bags of steer manure for our gardens for ten dollars. If you have ever carried wet bags of cow shit around, you will know that it is both very heavy and…well, it smells like shit. Nevertheless, it made my mother happy, so instead of complaining I made really bad jokes about the pile of shit in the back of the van.

I am now typing this onto Word; technically my internet has not been reconnected yet. Shhhh, what dad doesn’t know cannot hurt him.

Wheee

Steve from Blues Clues is my idol. Seriously.









PS - This is my four hundredth post.

You look like me, I look like hell

This morning when I checked my email, this was in my Inbox:

Do you know what episode that Dora Show was that had you repeating "Lake , Tunnel, Rainbow" ? This is not a joke. I have an Autistic child that wants this for she is repeating it, but I cant find anything when I search except your site. I would appreciate any help. Maybe the day it played or anything else you could remember about the show.
Sincerely,
Scott

You'd think that since I've only seen a few episodes that I would remember this one, but it was over a year ago and I'm having a very hard time trying to find it.

Cleaned my room today. Dad was bitching, so I went for a run to clear my head and returned home with a headache.

I finally remembered to rip my Melissa McClelland EP onto my computer the other day and yesterday I found out where I saved it. I should really start paying attention to stuff like that. I can't wait until her next CD comes out on the twenty-third.


Bad picture of me listening to my music.


...And drinking tea.

Waffle Iron

It's my mommy's birthday today. I didn't really get to participate because nobody told me to go to the apartment, so I went straight home. They brought me a chocolate tart.

Nothing interesting today, my knee's been sore for a few days and it's put me into a bad mood. Skipped jewellery because we had a toc, which meant that whomever went probably ended up watching a movie. I stayed in the library, read magazines and helped Siobhan with her science and planning homework. Played picnic games in PE; basically, Strommie made us go for a warmup run, then we went out to the field and did whatever we wanted. He forced some of us to play a few games of bocce, then as soon as his back was turned, we abandoned the game and started throwing a football around. That soon turned to kicking a soccer ball around, then Armin got a hold of the ball, so we talked to Strommie for a while. He was really pissed because almost all of the girls in our class skipped today, and some never show up anymore. On the other hand, he was so proud of our game yesterday. He was praising me in front of most of the class.

I found a site that makes icons out of whatever you type into the text box. I made a few:



I have too much time on my hands.

Finnish Wisdom

So, we won. We're going to the playoffs. I'm a little bit disappointed, however, on the lack of support from the school. There was barely anyone there to cheer us on. Our main administrators showed up, which I thought was a nice gesture.

I'm eating cake right now; somebody thoughtfully brought this back for me from my uncle's birthday party. Details on that here.

Other than that, my day was less than happy. I failed that French test today, not by much, but it was still a fail. It's my first failed French test this year. I received the same mark on my oral as last time, which upset me because I thought I had improved.

The rest of my day is not really worth mentioning. I stole Richard's necklace in block three because he was skipping math, and after twenty minutes of him trying to pry it from my grasp, I gave it back to him out of pity. Every once in a while Thomas would steal his hat to distract him.

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I have just realized that I have not posted a picture here for a while. Unfortunately, I haven't really been taking any pictures in the last few weeks. To make up for it, I will now leave you with some writing I found on the landing on the stairwell near the auto shop and metal room:

I wanted real inner peace, so I smoked Buddha and ate him

Gonna kick some Heritage ass tomorrow.

Guess what? I received one hundred percent on my ring today. I'm not quite sure how, but I think the hours of pain and anguish might have been a factor.

I was supposed to visit Grandma B-J today and celebrate my uncle's birthday, but I have tons of homework and I couldn't miss House. Not that I care.

"You have drink? I have thirst."

And every Tuesday I wonder why I still dance.

I don't remember much of anything that happened today, only that I bought twenty-four new hair elastics and I am going to hoard every single one of them.

My ring is almost finished, are you proud of me?

"George! Shut up! Oh, go fall on your head! *bastard*"

You know what would be really cool?

A fishnet tan.

Just something to think about.

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Choir today, I laughed at all the people who forgot. I actually did remember, and for maybe the fifth time this year, I was on time.

I was really dizzy in PE, I forgot to eat breakfast this morning, and Strommie and Sayers made me leave and they told me not to come back until I had eaten something. PLayed sandman ball and I almost won one game.

Bergman is a bitch.

Discussed the metaphor that is my life with Jessica and Kenard in block three; we were standing in the middle of the hallway. Jessica and I have decided that we are gonig to buy Kenard a backpack.

Was pissed off at Audrey in jewellery, so I made her do my French homework Later we got into a giant and rather loud arguement over whose dance costume was worse.

French was unexciting. I gave my last granola bar to Beckie and she was happy.

Went to Starbucks after school with Yuan. Talked a few minutes with Horia and AJ, then they all left for the bus stop and I went to the apartment where I watched Roman Holiday.

Ate dinner, went to Eagle Ridge Manor. Found out that the mini dance show that we thought was starting at seven was actually starting at six. Got changed very very quickly. Grandma was so happy to see us dance; it is one of the few things in life that makes her happy. After the show was over, we were waiting for Erin to finish getting changed and Mary, a very nice old lady with Alzheimers, walked up to us and started singing. She still knows how to dance too. Said goodbye to everyone, then since it was my Grandmother's birthday yesterday, we ate cake. Grandma says that Luke and I would make a good couple, which made everyone else choke on their cake, and I promised to pass it on to Luke.

The apartment finally has pictures on the wall. It looks so much better now.

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ps. Happy Birthday.