:)

Thank you baby, you always know how to make me feel better.

Human

Spent the day with Mikhael, we ate ice cream and watched Wallace and Gromit. I fell asleep on the 701, which I don't do that often because it's the 701, and managed to just miss my stop.














Fuck you, self-loathing, fuck you.

Snaggle-tooth Vigilance

I cannot remember what I did yesterday, only that it passed by in a whirlwind of computer solitaire and really bad singing.

I got to school at quarter to eight today, almost four hours early for my report card. After everyone left for their science provincial, I met up with Betty, Beckie and Audrey, and while Beckie did her nails, Audrey and I walked to Starbucks because I was hungry, then came back, where Beckie and I talked about dance, Betty did her harmony homework and Audrey read the comments in my yearbook until people finished their provincial. Many people complimented me, first my shoes, the orange heels, then my skirt, the one that cost me fifty cents, then my purse, the watering can. I was feeling stylish today. Got my report card, bitched about it for a while, stupid French, then had lunch with my dad. We went to Centennial, where I helped him organize the lost and found stuff. There is something oddly satisfying about rifling through old clothing, though this year that wasn't anything interesting. I also went through the various purses and things, helping to identify them, and if we couldn't, going through them and salvaging what we could. There was a makeup bag, really nice bag, but we had to dispose of all of the makeup, which was sad, because it was full. I kept the bag though. I also have two Asian pencil cases, because I'm that cool, and one of them is complete Engrish. I also got a free iPod today. Not sure if I am ever going to use it, because of my whole hating anything remotely iPodish, but it was free, and I've been suffering without an mp3 player for almost six months now. It came with everything except the USB cable. I also now have a fake Louis Vitton traveling case for my contacts, even though the blue one I bought from Costco for five dollars works perfectly fine as well. There were a few more things I picked up, but I can't remember them offhand. There were about seven people whose wallets we were able to identify, and that is happy.

I am now listening to Arlo Guthrie, because I realized upon coming home that there is only one song by The Doors on my computer. I couldn't find any of their CDs, and our record player was packed away when we moved and I haven't seen it for eighteen months, so I can't listen to them on vinyl either. I did find the Arlo Guthrie though, so I ripped it to my computer, and during that time I wondered why we have so many albums that are exactly the same, one on vinyl and one on CD, when quite obviously, vinyl is better. It's one of those mysteries of life that everyone hears about, but never choose to investigate.

My throat is still sore. It has been two days.

"Let's put a goal section on our To-Do list."

Spent the day with Mikhael, eating waffles and sun-tanning in the shade. Took pictures, none of which will be posted here.

Goodnight.

Whoosh

We went to Bard on the Beach today, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Today marked the first time that we had ever been late for one of these plays, but we arrived just in time to see Puck outside rearranging his codpiece before he appeared onstage. I sat down and looked across the tent only to see Megan with her mother also enjoying the play. Small world. Megan also just happened to be sitting in the seat where all of the exciting things happen, and that was later proved when Puck sexually assaulted her in the middle of the first half; meanwhile I was nearly on the floor, I was laughing so hard. The play itself was okay, I'm not very fond of A Midsummer Night's Dream, but the costumes were so awesomely good that they made up for it.


The Costumes

Went for dinner, hung out at my sister's apartment for a while, where my parents drank "bear" and I chased my sister around the table multiple times. The people outside were looking at us funny because she was screaming so loudly, so in an effort to embarrass her less, I joined in on her screaming.

At home now, eating apple pie. Tomorrow I will be woken up at eight by my sister's cat licking my face.

My head hurts.

Bangs head against moniter screen

The game between Germany and Sweden is on right now, but I don't get TSN. I also have the slowest computer in the world that is not on dialup, so I can't watch it via the MatchCast.

They're up two nothing as of right now.



Edit, 9:54 am: :)

One day my mother will be famous for her gnu impressions

"That guy is so amazing," he said to his uninterested friend, while gesturing to a picture of David Suzuki, "I mean, he knows everything! Everything! Did you know that the argon in the air is the same stuff that Jesus and those guys breathed like two thousand years ago! It's amazing!"
Um, yeah, if he had paid any attention at all in science nine, he would have known that already. I'm surprised that a guy like him even knew who David Suzuki was.

Apart from that, me acing the English provincial, and an Asian guy wandering around Coquitlam Station with a pot on his head, my day was not very exciting. After my exam, I went with AJ to Starbucks, then his dad gave me a ride to Coquitlam Station.

I spent some quality time following my mother around and bitching about things and I realized how bitter I really am.





Oh yeah, and my parents are the front page of the TriCity today. I'm mentioned, sort of, on Page six. I have a copy now, so I don't need anyone to bring me one.

Mikhael and I (and David) at Playland

Bitchy

Ugh, that cat is like a bloody alarm clock. The same time every morning she's crying outside my door or on my bed licking my face. I want Erin back so she'll stop.

Good luck to all of you socials provincial people, you start in . . . one minute.

Saving the best for last

Today I went to VIP evening at Playland with Mikhael's family. A few interesting things happened:

~I finally met Mikhael's dad. It only took six weeks.

~Mikhael's eye was mysteriously red.

~Some girl looked like she was having sex with the restraint things on the Hellevator.

~Mikhael lost his Hellevator, Enterprise and Snocone virginities.

~Mikhael proved how weak he really is . . . But still managed to win something, which he later gave to his brother.

~We started two new lists in my journal, a list of words that we are going to include in a poem one day, and a list of Mikhael's practical purposes, and we added to our To Do list.

~We saw a guy wearing a tie. It was a nice tie.

~We collectively bought fifteen dollars worth of fudge and still managed to eat most of it before I was dropped off at home.

~We had a baby while playing darts, a bull mastiff named Wilson. He's so fuzzy :)

I'm sure there's more, but I can't think of any.

"Oh my god, on my bag of Doritos there's, like, Superman."

Yesterday morning was my French exam. It was okay, I didn't get part of it, but I expected that. I am pretty sure that most of my composition makes sense grammatically, but my comprehension questions don't. And the language elements part of it was just stupid.

Afterwards, Mikhael and I picked up our tapes from Johansson, then we took the bus with Yuan and James, and I complained about how a certain someone was comparing me to a dead dog. Took a picture of a pair of shoes sticking out of a garbage can, then went over to Mikhael's house, where I helped him study for socials. His grandmother made us lunch, and then I went home.

Germany won, 3-0. I wish I had seen the game, but instead I just attacked Mikhael's arm until I found out the score.

I woke up this morning because my sister's cat made me. I haven't decided yet if my stomach ache is from hunger or if I'm sick again. Now Lou is making it rather hard to type, as she is demanding attention every three seconds.

"Don't take a picture of me! You'll crack the lens!"

I feel like shit today. So sick.

I would talk about yesterday, but the only thing I did was visit my grandmother, and my aunt showed up halfway through with that rat-thing she calls a dog. Gucci was even wearing a frilly pink dress, and her harness had little pink flowers on it. Disgusting.

There was pie though, strawberry pie with custard. Auntie finished her grande caramel frap, then ate the last piece. Not wonder she's fat.

I need to eat something or I will pass out.

Randomness

About two minutes ago I rediscovered a playlist I made last summer. I must have been going through some weird shit because most of it is really depresssing.

Oh well.

"Ugh, I have to walk home with a tuba."

This morning I did housework, because we didn't want my mother to feel any sense of obligation when she got home from work today; she's been working sixteen hour days for the last five days because this weekend was the AIBC's annual conference. I actually did laundry. It's a miracle.

This evening I spent a while at this year's commencement ceremony. It was okay, I didn't really share in the enthusiasm of other people, but the singing itself was really good. On the bus I read and listened to Jordan's mp3 player.

I have no idea what I'm doing tomorrow.

"My socks are so revealing."

It's been a long two days.

Yesterday started off with me doing my choir test. Other than being a little flat at the beginning, it was good.

My day was ruined when instead of playing buggers like Strommie promised, we played four-corner soccer. We also did relays with the ladder things and I almost hit Strommie with a skipping rope.

Bergman made us write a mock final in English. I finished most of it in half an hour, then took a twenty minute bathroom break and watched a bit of the game.

In block three I went for gelato with SUS, Shy, Roo and Yuan. When I came back I watched the game in Tsui's class with Mikhael.

In jewellery I ate chips and watched the game.

In French Katie and I sat together and listened to her iPod, then we went outside for a while and talked about shampoo with Diana and Trueman.

I ended up going home slightly earlier then expected because I thought I had lost my wallet and Mikhael and I had to go back to school to look for it.

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Today I accidentally slept in until seven, but it was okay, because I didn't have to be at school early.

I returned my choir folder to Ms Gay, then hung out at the library.

In planning we finished Pay It Forward, then Morin let us leave. I found Siobhan, and that was nice since it's probably only the tenth time I had seen her all year.

In English Bergman gave us chips and gave us chocolate for answering questions about English. I gave all of mine away. The rest of the time was spent taking pictures:


The Asian Finger Star Thing - Shalaleh, Kenard, Jessica, Me, Mao


Blaise dancing with food


Mao and I jumping. I look stupid.

In advisory we finally got our yearbooks. Brinkman decided to hand them out by giving one to the first person, then the last person and so on, but I complained and said that it was unfair to those of us who were in the middle of the list, so he asked me to pick a number between one and ten, I said three, and he gave me one. Jamie and I took a random picture of ourselves:



In block three I sat outside of Tsui's room and signed yearbooks. Took more pictures, although I'm rather upset that some people cannot take an unblurry picture:


Stanley and I

Jewellery was rather peaceful, only about half of the class actually showed up, so we all signed each other's yearbooks, then went through them and made fun of people. Took more pictures, Mimi took a lot because she is leaving.

Took many pictures in French, most of them including Beckie (who was wearing glasses for once):


It's alright, we're dancers.


Brian and I being Asian.


Beckie, Me, Zahra, Katie, thinking.


Beckie's my bitch. Definitely MY bitch.

Halfway through the class Robert announced quite loudly that Mikhael was there to see me, and I went outside for a while.

After school Mikhael and I took the special and went to his house, where we hung out for a few hours. I met his grandmother and finally got to feel his brother's hair. To Mikhael, I'd just like to say, I don't have a wang! So there.

Took the bus home then made myself dinner. That is all.

Katie needs to listen to Aerosmith more often

GO GERMANY!!!

This morning when I showed up at school for choir, I saw this:



Of all the grad pranks to play, this has to be the most unoriginal. The live chickens a few years ago were much more interesting.

I wanted to get my testing over with today in choir, but we ran out of time. Katherine and I are going tomorrow. It was interesting watching people as they performed though; I never noticed before how Jordan looks like a turtle when he sings.

We started watching Pay It Forward in planning, which I haven't seen for four years. Morin couldn't figure out how to turn the subtitles off and nobody bothered to show her how.

We reviewed stuff in English. I took a bathroom break in the middle of class and visited Mikhael.

In block three I hung out with SUS, Shy, Roo and Esaly until noon, and then I went upstairs to Mikhael's science classroom and watched Germany VS Poland.

In jewellery I watched more World Cup. Germany won and I was happy.

In French I spent an hour drawing this:


It's in pen.

The last fifteen minutes I dedicated to French. Sort of. Katie and I sat together all block and listened to music.

Mikhael and I got in touch with our inner Asians today. We wandered around Lougheed Mall until we found the London Drugs because I had to buy more faresavers, then we went for sushi and bubble tea. I completely forgot to go to the cross-country meeting today and now I feel bad.

I'm now incredibly bored. I made myself breakfast not too long ago, but it's gone now. I believe Moriah is having a party upstairs; that would explain the sound of the blender, the bad rap music and the eleven year-old giggling.

Solitaire is fun.

Boarded the train, there's no getting off...

This morning I was woken up earlier than usual because my sister absolutely cannot get dressed in the morning without the light on.

We played four corner soccer in PE and I felt cheated because Strommie promised me that we would play buggers this week. Our teams were World Cup teams, Sweden, France, Iran and Switzerland. Guess what team I was on? Iranian pride, baby.

Betty walked into a vending machine. I had to mention that.

In block two while Bergman discussed Sylvia Plath, (her and I share the same birthday, or at least we would if she were alive) I studied for my French oral. We got our Gatsby vocab projects back and I got perfect. Thanks for all of your help, Baby.

In block three I studied for my oral until the game started, then I watched from the window in the library (at one point Johnston snuck up behind a group of people including Dalibor and Armin with a universal remote and turned the TV off just to piss everybody off. I thought he had a death wish) until Mikhael took me to his science classroom, where we watched there, while Ciolfitto told everyone how she'd seen us yesterday on a street corner.

I would have continued to watch the game in block four in the classroom between the metal shop and the wood work shop, but I was practicing my oral. Jonathan said he'd bring cookies tomorrow just for me.

Block five was pure hell. I spent all block waiting to do my oral, not working on my comprehension questions at all, just mentally going over my oral and having a journal conversation with Jordan about his. I finally started mine right near the end of the block. Everything went fine until the bell rang. Then Johansson paused the tape and went outside to talk to people as they left. All of a sudden there was a lot of noise everywhere around me and people started arriving to talk to Johansson, so it was about five minutes before she came back. By then my concentration was shot and I completely fucked up the rest of my oral.

Instead of helping the junior choir with dragging the risers from the music room the multi-purpose room (why were we not in th gym again?) I went to my rugby meeting, where we signed a giant card for Bernes and gave our coaches, except for Fraser, gifts. Stupid Fraser decided not to come. Strommie said he'd take his gifts...but we didn't let him.

Mikhael and I went to DQ, but in retrospect, we should have gone for bubble tea instead.

Got back to school incredibly early, read my 24 Hours in front of my locker for a while, then got changed and hung out with Jennifer and Esaly, because they were waiting for Rhena and Shy to bring them bubble tea and I wanted some. When they showed up we all walked back to school together and Rhena and I helped Jennifer with her English homework. Yuki and Brian came back from Subway and in return for completely disgusting the hell out of everyone at our table (Yuki was feeling his chest) Yuki gave me a bag of chips. More people soon arrived and eventually we migrated towards the music room, where I ran around and jumped up and down a lot, because I don't do that enough anymore. Everybody warmed up, then we all went back downstairs again and the choir and string orchestra went outside because inside was too stuffy. I hung out with Chris, Yvonne, Shalaleh and Jordan, which was fine until I accidentally got into the middle of a shoving match between Jordan and Shalaleh. The singing itself was okay, or at least it was until Ms Gay made the junior choir sing Operator, which I absolutely hate. As soon we were finished, my mom and I left.

We went to the apartment, where I complained in French about the lack of food, but soon dad and Erin arrived with Chinese and I ate and watched House and everything was happy.

I think I will take pictures on Friday.

"Uh, bubbles don't wink."

Block one was okay, Morin told us that since we loved to talk so much that everyone would get up and speak for a minute. She didn't tell us that all of the topics would be about planning. I got kudos for being one of the few people to volunteer to go, but I ended up with "What I learned in Planning 10 about Buying A Car." Despite the fact that we only did that project a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't remember anything that I learned in class. What's even worse is that eventually Morin ran out of topics and everyone who came afterwards could talk about whatever they liked. I could have easily talked about why I hate dancing.

We were presenting our group stanza thing in English, and I am so happy that we aren't marked based on how badly our group does. Demosten is an idiot.

Advisory would have been more enjoyable had Jordan not announced to me that he is moving to Alberta for certain. I was and still am quite upset.

Kenard and I watched Italy VS Ghana in block three.

Jonathan, the guy who brings a bag of chips every day to jewellery, brought all dressed today. The contents of the bag were gone in minutes. I studied for my dictée and talked about dance with Audrey.

Speaking of the dictée, don't ask me what I got. I will drop kick you. The bulk of French was taken up by that, pretending to ignore Jordan, and telling Beckie about how Thomas made my weekend.

After school Mikhael and I went to the mall, because a few weeks ago we decided that we needed to go belt shopping together. It proved unsuccessful, because Mikhael is so damn picky, so we went for sushi instead.

I got home and expected somebody to be here, but there still is none except for me.

*~*~*

PS - To My-Boyfriend-With-The-Creepy-Eyebrows: Happy one-month, baby. I love you.

I'm pouring out my life over MSN

My internet just started working again after about five hours. There was a power outage out here, and even though we were spared, nobody else was.

Other than that, nothing exciting has happened here, I am recovering from the dance shows, thanking some high deity that they only happen once a year.

I am also feeling quite bitter towards anyone who has bought a new cell phone in the past six months. Just because your so fucking lucky doesn't mean you have to brag about it.

I think we're eating dim sum for dinner.

Ummm

How did I get two black dots on my left hand? They won't come off...

Another Another Another Update

Dance show finished well, I doubt anybody reading this will see the DVD, but if you do, I'm the one yelling "We Love You" all the time during the finale.

When my mom picked us up, she gave us flowers. It was nice.


Me on the computer. You can't see the computer, but it's there.

My blush also seems to be missing in this picture. Strange.


My flowers.

Another Another Update

Mao says the World Cup is hockey. You know you're cool when...

Another update

Just did my duo, was good. Erin made me take pictures in our costumes, but my hair looks like shit, so I might not post them here.

That is all.

M&Ms

I'm back from my break. This year for a change I went with Mariya and not Erin. We went to Subway and basically ordered the same thing, veggie subs, then we went to Starbucks. Starbucks was rather interesting because the male barista serving us first had to ask what we were doing because we were both wearing an excess amount of makeup, especially Mariya, then after I ordered my raspberry mocha and went off to wait for it, he told Mariya that I freaked him out because I looked almost identical to one of his ex-girlfriends. We ate our subs and fraps and then went to Save-On to buy flavoured water and candy. And gum, because gum is happy. We went back to Terry Fox, where we sat on the field and ate.

Inside now, talking on MSN with people a few computers away. The show doesn't start for half an hour.

Way to go, Thomas

I just got offstage.

But a few minutes ago, Thomas once again made my day.

Our number started and I started dancing, but when I looked out of the corner of my eye, there was nobody to my left. All of a sudden he danced onstage and the rest of the number went without a hitch. As soon as we got offstage I demanded an explanation.

He forgot to put his tap shoes on.

He completely forgot that he was wearing running shoes as we were putting the tepee onstage. He had to run to the boys changeroom which luckily was across the hall and he didn't even tie them. The last time I did that I lost one, but it was only a dress rehearsal and it was two years ago.

I love how he unconsciously makes an effort to make dancing worthwhile for me.

Yo

This morning I was in the middle of making breakfast, when I discovered that we were out of milk. I ended up making my scrambled eggs with whipped cream. It was quite good, and somehow my eggs seemed a slight bit fluffier. I ate breakfast on my bed because I am that cool, until my mother came and yelled at me because I had to leave for my dance show and I wasn't even dressed yet.

I am at my show now, it started about five minutes ago, but I am not performing my duo in the matinee show, so I have nothing to do for about an hour and a half. I'm all ready to go though, all I need is to put on my costume, but my hair and makeup is perfect, just like in this picture. I really have nothing to do, I'm supposed to be running today, but Danielle and Mao took my job, not that I wanted to do it anyways; I only said yes to it out of pity for Donna. At least after these two shows I only have the Kitsilano Showboat and then I'm done until September.

Between the shows today I will do what I always do: go to Subway and Starbucks, then sit around and do nothing until they let me into the school again. Apparently there's no afterparty this year, so maybe I'll even get home before midnight. Yay.

Somebody go on MSN or something.

"Oh my god! They're going to hang the goat!"

Long day today.

We played four corner handball in PE. It probably wasn't the best choice because everyone ended up being incredibly bitchy, and I kept on imagining myself getting a concussion and/or breaking my neck, but I didn't.

English was boring as hell, Bergman gave us forty-five minutes to do a ten minute project, but luckily we had a fire drill right in the middle of that time, so we got to go outside.

Mikhael and I left soon after to go to Starbucks. For some reason, that has made SUS mad at me.

We had a TOC in jewellery, so rather than sit in the metal room and watch a movie, I sat in the wood shop and taught Jamie how to play speed. He, Beth, Sean, Emily and I played a few games of Big Two, but then I remembered how much I hate that game.

French was okay, the subjunctive test was horrible, but at least I passed. Johansson got people to read out the parts in Le Bossu, and it was so funny, with Kenny being Dom Frollo and Jordan being the goat *wink*.

As soon as school was over I got on the bus with Jordan, then took the 701 to PoCo, where I bought a sandwich and watched the sevens tournament. I was assaulted by my team for not playing, then I made everything better by finding someone who would sub if one of ours was injured.

The show itself was unexciting. I danced one number, studied French, did my second number, spent some time with Mikhael, and did the finale. I help Thomas with the tepee that goes on stage for our dance, putting it on and taking it off, and we aren't allowed to show our costumes, so Thomas put the blazer he wears for his solo on, and I wear a black tank top under my top, so I just put the top on afterwards. After our dance, we had to take the tepee off and we were in a hurry to get ready, so Thomas put on his blazer and said, "Abby, quick, take your shirt off!" It was one of the highlights of my evening. He only realized what he said after he said it, in it was kind of awkward for me, it coming from a guy two years younger than me, but on the other hand, we're both dancers and I'm not self conscious at all when I'm in my dancing mentality, so we both laughed it off. Later when we were lining up for the finale, Thomas looking very uncomfortable in his James Bond outfit told me that he was really hot, so I told him to take his shirt off. The look on his face was priceless.

That's all for tonight. I'm not sure if there will be a post tomorrow, but maybe I'll spend some time on one of the computers in our dressingroom.

"Do you have a rack?" "Yeah I do, actually."

Anything happy that happened at school today was cancelled out by that bloody tech rehearsal.

In block one we watched that movie with the really cute gay guy. If we did anything else I wasn't paying attention.

Block two Bergman talked about some poem and I stared at my journal and wrote five poems, including one about how Bergman isn't fit to teach kindergarten, let alone IB English. The highlight of the block was when she asked if anybody knew someone with a really annoying voice and everybody started laughing because we were all thinking of her.

I spent block three in the library doing English homework and having a silent conversation in my journal with Kenard. We were trying to figure out how to describe cleaning a fish.

In jewellery I realized that my IQ always drops in that class, Audrey says from the fumes, and I tend to say really like stupid things like, "It's two-minutes-to-ten-to-two," and "That horrible smell is hurting my eyes." We didn't write another story today because we didn't feel like it. It was too grey outside. I spent the block half-heartedly working and feeding cookies to Aaron.

In French got nearly perfect on the aural. It makes up for the dictée that I'm going to fail on Monday.

I hung out with Mikhael after school until my dad picked me up. We went straight to Terry Fox.

What happened at the tech rehearsal was unimportant, but it included a lot of bitching on my part. I mostly hid in a corner and did homework, which is what I am doing now. I still have to type up that fucking sonnet. I'll try to take some pictures tomorrow.

No biology teachers were harmed in the making of this story. Not even Tsui. Or Ciolfitto. Or Nickerson.

My day was filled with poetry and bitchy librarians.

I have decided that how much poetry I write in a day depends on my mood. Yesterday I wrote twenty-four poems, whereas today I only wrote nine.

We played field hockey again this morning, I guess Strommie was paying us back for making us do five fitness Wednesdays in six weeks last month. He says that next week we will most likely be playing buggers.

Bergman discussed sonnets today, while I stared at a blank piece of paper and watched Krystal get ahead in her homework. I was not that motivated.

I spent the first half of block three at my locker with SUS, Roo, Yuan and Shy. Later that usual I went to the library, because of study week. I sat at a table with Yuan, Kenard and Robert, with Carolee and Andre behind me, which was probably a good thing, because if we were all sitting together we would have been more inclined to talk. When I left, Ms McConnell, who's usually one of the nicer ones, thanked me for being quiet.

In block four Beth, Emily and I wrote another story, though I only joined in later. I don't like it quite as much as the last one:

Springtime for Stalin
You know me, the one that stands out whether I am wearing trees or windows. Sometimes I get antsy from all the constant falling pencils and mice . . . no . . . GRENADES!!! Things that explode are not flammable, especially things that drop from chairs. Gwen Stefani likes da cha cha. I like it when she does. When it's hot, sand and water are my friends. Speaking of workshops, I like glass when its cracked by rabid pinecones and air conditioners. I found a park sunbathing with the Holy Grail and tall midgets that resemble astronauts with mohawks that impaled my face with sharp leaves. I like pancakes with concrete butter that is smooth, and chunky PEANUTS!!! I have nightmares about wrestlers in clown wigs and MY BROTHER EATS . . . (biology teachers) who eat biology teachers who like snowflakes smothered in chocolate. I saw a duck that shat on my mother-in-law who is made of titanium alloy with sprinkles. Shopping for weapons of mass destruction for puppets, NOT lawnmowers with problems. Fish who barf fluffy pounds of ventilation systems won't be happy forever if they can't look out for the massive buildings from Kuala Lampur . . . UNITE!!! WHO THE HELL LIKES THIS SONG . . . another witty line . . . My shoe was rapping with claws that like to party all night. "Do Wah Diddy, Bop She Bop," I stole a pick-up line from the Dalai Lama, knowing his fantastic prowess for seducing penguins. Shiny little clouds evaporate once every century, accompanied by little walls, composed of gelatin; magically little gnomes, plus twigs combined at the seams, bubbling volcanic rocks blown in from Wales are biking with shallow technique, but then again, they were brainwashed by Vikings. OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT WHILE DANCING TO HAKUNA MATATA, SUNG BY SONNY AND CHER. Are you throwing my files around? Emergency evacuation: underestimated by a plastic fork. Pretzels just aren't the same without cream cheese. It's the best fun you can have with your clothes off. Let's all use this technique: target practice will kick your ASS?

We always work so hard in jewellery.

By the end of the block Beth and I decided that we had to embarrass Jamie, and to do this we had to stalk my locker, so as soon as class was over we ran up one floor to my locker, but he had already been there, so we ran up to the next floor and found him outside his planning classroom. We did have plans as to what we were going to say to him, but by the time we found him we were laughing too hard and hyperventilating from having run up two flights of stairs in flip flops. We made him blush anyways, because he blushes that easily, then when we calmed down we discussed his Centennial stalker. Somehow Beth and I started laughing again, and I ended up on the floor, just as the block four planning class was ending, so people just jumped over me until Emily arrived and helped me up. I left after bumping into Jessica, who gave me a cookie to buy my silence because she'd been skipping, then I went back down the two flights of stairs that I had just recently come up.

French made my sleepy. Something about having the second most boring class of my day in a warm room in the dark. At least my English room is cold because the heat doesn't work.

On the bus ride home today I did two worksheets and wrote half a Shakespearean sonnet. As soon as I got home I did the dishes, because I am a wonderful child, and as long as I keep telling myself that, everything is happy.

I just realized that I haven't taken any pictures for a long time.

Choir and dance = I'm a geek

Um yeah, I really don't want to talk about today.

On the bright side, Donna was in a fairly good mood and I received one hundred percent on my French quiz. I'm rather proud of myself because I doubt it will ever happen again.

Thank you Mikhael, for being there for me. I love you.

You look like me, I look like hell

My eye is still swollen, I felt naked today because I wasn't wearing any eye makeup, of all the days I could have left my journal at home it just had to be today, and that made me feel even more naked, and to top it off, I feel like shit. Today in block three I saw SUS's bible poking out of her bag and started to read it, but soon got bored and gave it back in favour of some non-fiction instead. One passage did stick with me though, Ecclesiastes 2:11 "Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun."

Life sucks.

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This morning my family went to the Orpheum, where we helped the Centennial staff with the set up for their commencement ceremony. I had never been on that stage before, so it was nice to check it out, and also backstage even though I know I'll be back in a couple weeks for Moody's commencement. I saw a couple of my friends from my trip to Mexico who were part of the choir.

After we left, we went to Steveston. We went to all of my favourite places, Dave's, that used bookstore that we have to visit every time we go, the bakery with the really good desserts and tea, a thrift store, and that gardening store that my parents love so much. I was so happy that we went to that bakery, not because of the desserts, but because they have the best vanilla tea ever.

We went to Costco, where Erin and I stalked some guy in the parking lot because we wanted his cart.

We just got home a little while ago, and I am very tired for some reason. My left eyelid has been swollen since Friday night, and today it is even more so. It's almost obstructing my vision and it hurts. A lot.

That's all for now. I want sleep.

For the record, I think I have some memory of this as well. My family was lucky.

Yesterday when we were reminiscing, a certain memory came up, which Erin blogged about later. I commented asking her why she had to tell the world, and this happened:



Apparently The World is some Norwegian guy.

The reason why I rarely ever make my own breakfast is because it makes the times when I do more interesting

"Look at my eggs. One of them is moon-shaped! Or croissant-shaped, same thing."

"Wow."

"And the other one, it's cloud-shaped!"

"Wow."

"Or fried-egg-shaped..."

"So what you're saying is that your breakfast has either a cosmic theme or a breakfast theme?"

"Yeah, basically."

You know I love you baby

Today has been so fucking great.

It started off not-so-good when my mother came down the hall and told me that we had no bread or lettuce, so I had no lunch today. I was particularly pissed off because I was going to make a sandwich for Mikhael this morning as well.

My right eyebrow twitched all the way to school. I don't know why.

I went to my locker as soon as I got to school. Inside on my shelf was the Melissa McClelland CD that I've wanted ever since I heard her at the Matt Good concert.

My day got even better during planning because we had a toc. The look on his face after we told him that we were in the middle of our sex ed unit was priceless. We watched a movie about STDs, and the gynecologist had a lazy eye and the camera kept on zooming in on his face. It was so creepy. Everyone has since decided that he is secretly a pedophile.

Block two was not exciting at all, but I found a Gatorade in my bag that I didn't know was there. It makes sense though, because the last time I used my duffel bag was at the rugby provincials, where Jaimie's mom donated a case of Gatorade to us.

In block three I read a magazine, like I always do, but for the first time in the past few weeks, I wasn't completely abandoned by my friends, in fact our table was quite full all block. I didn't get my daily visit from Mikhael and that was sad.

Block four was hilarious. It started out with Beth telling us stories that her and her brothers made up the other day. She, Emily, Jessica and Audrey started making one up, where everyone would say three words at a time, but it started to get too sexual, so Jess and Audrey backed out. Beth, Emily and I decided to start one, though it ended up having almost no sexual references in it at all:

One Fat Tree
My mother said never ever ever do that I did in college because I used to throw parties with lots and lots of flaming transsexuals. Balloons were necessary because they blocked my father's prized cans of peaches. Peaches are very useful when used for drain-stoppage, and by drains, I mean man-eating sharks that really like to party all night, especially when the transsexuals come over under a full moon that glows fluorescent orange and vibrant, metallic silver, but in the springtime they use candles instead. When the candles start eating goats, it signifies the coming of the Sesame Street cast. All will run, but then Barney will wreak havoc on everyone's mature anteater's of doom. And then goats will chew their horns off their blueberry mango flavoured peach pie. Once I saw a dish of poutine fatter than I. I saw Hitler on a swingset calling my name. What a pedophile. He is very charming when under lots of pressure from his adoring lemur. And that is the end.

I love my block of non-IB. Jonathan brought cookies today; it was a nice change from chips.

Even French was good today. Johansson told us that we only have to do one more oral, not two, and the one we do have to do has been pushed back a bit. We read more of Le Bossu de Notre Dame, and everyone was particularly amused by this line: "Un jour, j'ai rencontré Dom Frollo, un prêtre de Notre Dame. Il s'est intéressé à moi." I think I've heard too many "Catholic priest and little boy" jokes.

After school Mikhael and I went over to his house, where we hung out and listened to my new CD twice.

Later we went back to Coquitlam Station, where I was picked up by my dad and sister, and we went to SilverCity and saw Over the Hedge, for lack of something better to do. Afterwards we hung out at Wendys for an hour, eating Frostys and reminiscing. I am so happy that dad and I are on good terms again. We picked up mom, and came home.

I am exhausted.

David's New Snail

This is cute.

Hi Beckie's mom, um, I kind of knocked up your daughter. You see, we were practicing our imaginary duo and one thing led to another...

Today was mediocre.

We played Alley Ball in PE, I somehow ended up being captain of my team, though arguably it could have been the other Abby. We lost, only scored five points, but three of those, including me, were on my kick.

In English Bergman talked about life and death in poetry. I brought my poem count to twenty four in forty-eight hours, though I have written two since then, one about how I hate French and one about Brian's pink shirt.

In block three I bought milk for Mikhael, then read a magazine for the rest of the block.

In jewellery I did practically nothing.

Almost as soon I walked into French, I was beckoned over by Johansson, who was concerned about the lack of Katie in class today. I reassured her that I would speak to Katie as soon as she came on msn. Katie, go on msn so we can discuss French. If you don't know already, your oral is on Wednesday.

I got home and made myself breakfast again. It was good.