Kinsley is the best DDR player in the world

I went to a six hour party at Carolee's today. There was DDR and frisbees and food and more food and lots of screaming. Kinsley is still one of the cutest children in the world. Tokyo Drift is a Western ripoff of Initial D, with the exact same race course and everything.

Pictures and details to follow tomorrow, I'm too tired tonight.

"Strommie, you have a very pretty face"

Today started off with my friends not going to Starbucks. Why? Because they suck. I, on the other hand, went, and was back in time to sit trough the Terry Fox assembly and be completely bored out of my mind. Luckily, I joined DeVita's class and we were watching the assembly by podcast from the small gym, so at least we could talk if we wanted to.

Bellemare actually gave us a worksheet in French, and I answered one of the questions completely right, which was happy.

We were back to commentaries in English, but I wrote down notes in pretty handwriting, played with my ring and talked to Alex, and so I didn't go crazy from just sitting there for a whole block.

We played with microscopes for most of bio, then played that question and answer game with the cards that I haven't played since Ono's class in grade eight. I came in second, after Mikhael, with AJ in third and Francis in fourth, and I got really angry when I was going to steal an answer on two different occasions, and both times I was skipped and the answer was read. I was momentarily mad at everybody in my group, Mikhael and AJ for skipping me, and Francis for being Francis, then I was given one of the cards and I was happier.

In art we discussed our inner self portraits and self marked them.

After school we hung out at the 160 stop with enough time to take a few pictures:





When we got to Mikhael's house, Mikhael, AJ and I spent three hours filming our bio project, longer than we expected, but it was rather exciting; I rolled down a hill and threw grass, Mikhael and AJ did . . . Mikhael and AJ things . . .


Mikhael's touching his ass. I don't know why.


Nevermind that Mikhael looks like an idiot in this picture, I like myself muchly.


This is my favourite picture out of all of the ones that I took today.


Grrrrr, I have Mad Cow Disease. Ironically, Mikhael's the spongebrain :P

And of course, there is always some time for this:


Loves :)

I left my phone at Mikhael's and now I feel almost naked. I was supposed to call my mom when I was near Haney Place so she could pick me up, because I was at Mikhael's later than usual, so I gave Mikhael an approximate time of arrival via AJ's phone, and he called her for me. AJ and I hung out at Coquitlam Station until my bus came.

People stared at me on the bus because I had a big black spot on my left cheek. They're just not cool like me.

~

Strommie says I have to wear my socks to rugby practice in the spring. I would, but I think the blue and black ones would be more colour appropriate.



I wonder what he'd say if he knew that I had three pairs . . .

Purple Russian

Block one was spent hanging with Caroline and Genelle and talking to Sabot.

Block two I managed to stay awake for the whole block, though it took much effort.

Go card looks like last year's, only more possessed.

Block three Hunnings talked about Yeats and the apocalypse.

Block four we played with microscopes and I suddenly hated everybody.

Block five I drew my eyes as I saw them in my little mirror: glaring.

Cross-country did the Crunch, and was dropped off near Glen.

Bussed home; my mp3 player decided to die on me.

Made cow costume.

Watched Miss Congeniality.

Fastest shower ever.

Bed.

Stapler Sex

I was twenty minutes late for choir and therefore marked absent, because we had some idiot toc. I don't like it when we have toc's in music, because they always try and make you do what they want, and not how you've been doing it all along.

We started block one in the library, even Jas, because he needed to do homework, and we told bad jokes. We eventually moved down to the caf to play cards, where Jas, Rocky and Faaria all took out granola bars a the same time, and I, being hungry, stole Faaria's when she wasn't looking, opened it and took a bite. She eventually figured it out, and I, being caught red-handed, having not finished the bite of granola bar, sweetly told her that I loved her, then turned in the other direction for a moment to watch Rocky and Kenny play speed.

Bellemare read us a story in French, even showing us the pictures, about a dog that ran off and a man who chased it, only to find out that the dog had been searching for a lady dog, who, as I figured, was probably in heat a the time, meaning that they had hot doggy sex somewhere, and I am quite sad to say, that this was the only thought that kept me awake for the last twenty minutes of class. I also had to wonder about the man. He stole a horse and left the horse's owner stuck in a tree. What an asshole.

We had a toc in English as well, and she gave us a poem to analyze in groups. Alex, Vivian and I immediately headed to the couches, where we talked about things like concussions, surfer boys as opposed to skater boys, the fact that there are trains that go to Mission and how my shirt matched the couch that Vivian was sitting on. We talked the whole block: while we were supposed to be analyzing, during the discussion about the poem and when we were given time to "work on our presentations."

In bio Sabot spent twenty minutes telling us a story about how Emily and Sam got together and finally had sex after eight years, while BJ and Carolee had seventeen children in that eight years. It was absolutely hilarious, the only real point of it was to explain that a disadvantage of sexual reproduction was that it took a lot of energy. Even better, I now know what to get Carolee for her birthday.

In art I talked to Mao about dance, and once again we realized that we don't know much tap terminology. I was trying to explain the step we learned last week in words: "Then you do a maxiford, only to the front and without the dig, then a heel, then you do the same thing on the other foot, then that step heel toe thing to the right, then three chugs," and Mao would interrupt with a "what's a chug?" And I would reply, "It's where you do that chug chug chug thing on the ball of one foot." It was quite pathetic. I have a sheet of tap terminology somewhere, that Lindsay gave to the people doing their grade three tap exams, then gave to us for reference. For the bronze exam you don't need to know any of it.

I left a few minutes early to get changed for the cross country meet.

The meet itself was horrible, at least the racing part was, as I am still sick and because of that was finding it a little hard to breathe properly. I was also in a lot of pain for some reason, and Sayers wanted me to stop after the second loop, but I am stubborn as hell and I finished the third loop in not-dead-last-but-pretty-close.. On a brighter note, I saw Diane for the first time in years. I saw her brother for for weeks straight this summer, learning how to sail, and her parents every day when they came to pick him up, and I've talked to her on msn, but I haven't seen her since that one time in 2003, and before that, not since June 2002, when we finished Guides.

Donna made me do improv again, which she hasn't made me do since January when it almost made me cry and upset me to the point that I wouldn't even talk about it on my blog. I actually did it today, but only for a few counts of eight. She was being all picky about arms today.

Tomorrow I have go cards to look forward to, so I can finally see how similar my picture from last year is to the new one.

A doll is a witness who cannot die, with a doll you are never alone

I find it quite pathetic that I cannot write about my day without having my journal in front of me. It usually doesn't even have to be open, just there, so that whatever I wrote about will leech trough the cover and into my head. Or, it could be the picture of a cow posing as Marilyn Munroe on the cover that gives me inspiration. That was the truth today in art.

I woke up today felling sick as hell, and the only reason why I even got out of bed was because I had to do my English commentary. I sort of dozed through French, did my commentary tired, sick and with a fever. I thought I was horrible, but people told me that at least I sounded confident.

I watched the best film in the world today in bio. Evolution is awesome.

La Bescherelle: The Novel

This morning was all choir-y, and I used Danny's cheek to warm up my nose, as his cheek was warm and my nose was cold. Natasha and I muttered death threats at the grade nine girls who were talking when they were supposed to be singing.

In block one we had an earthquake drill; the duration of it was me telling Esaly exactly what was wrong with what we were doing wrong. It's also completely pointless to have an earthquake drill at PMSS, because we all know that we'd just slide down the hill and end up in the inlet anyways. Afterwards I did my bio and English homework.

In French, all I learned was that we should throw apples at Roberto Luongo, but not Brendan Morrison, because the apples would just go trough the gap in his teeth and would not hurt him.

Krisha and Pepin did their presentation in English, but Vivian and I do not have to go until tomorrow, so that was nice. I got the same old "Oh my god, your printing is so small how can you read it" comment from Alex.

In bio we did an evolution simulation with paper airplanes in the caf. I failed miserably. Sabot was yelling at us in order to be heard above the crowds, and at one point he yelled, "Years and years of sex!" at which point, DeVita stepped out of the math office to see what was going on. We looked at powerpoints after that, and Sabot mentioned getting pecked by an emu for the fifth time.

Bilodeau just talked about sketchbooks in block five. I suddenly became ticklish and Danny took advantage of it. Richard hit Danny and hurt himself and I didn't stop laughing for the rest of class.

I didn't go to cross-country because I'm coming down with a cold and I don't run well when I cannot breathe. Instead I went over to Mikhael's for a while and ate a snack.

I could actually dance today. It was a miracle.

We were at Costco when my dad ran into some guy he knew. I showed his wife where his daughter had dropped her shoe, and oh my god, that woman had the largest chest ever, like, five times bigger than Dias's. I feel almost sorry for her.

What It's Like Being Alone wasn't on tonight, and Mikhael found what could possibly be the richest person in Myanmar, all in the same half hour. Conspiracy? I think so.

Pretty Blue

Since my last post, I haven't done anything. I did some chores, worked on my English and bio homework, watched Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen on CBC, why it was on CBC I'll never know, and in the midst of all this, suddenly realized that the gardens hadn't been touched for three days, so I went outside to harvest tomatoes, grapes and apples.

Shower now. I need to be back in time to give Mikhael a wake up call so he doesn't end up in Poco.

Not a Mix 'n Match Sale

As I was walking along 227th to my house yesterday, it occured to me that the shirt I was wearing was exactly one year old. One year ago today, Meglin and I here hanging at Universal Studios eating unhealthy food and waiting in lineups. Actually, not so much. We went on all of the good rides in the morning right when the place opened and spent the afternoon wandering and shopping.

Today isn't nearly as exciting, consisting of internet, various chores to prove to my parents that I'm not a worthless idiot, and internet.

Internet Explorer is being stupid.

Sinday

My Thursday started off not so good, but soon brightened up. Before school I spent half an hour working on my art project, then headed up to the library.

In block one we hung out in the library until Faaria arrived, then went down to the caf to play big two and do bio homework.

In French we did a quiz, which I later found out from Mr Bellemare that I did pretty good on. Bellemare talked, but I don't remember what on.

In English I actually took notes, and because I wasn't concentrating on doodling in my journal, I was all ADD-ish and I couldn't stop shaking.

In bio we took notes and watched a movie.

In art, and for almost two hours after art ended, I worked on Art Project Number One. Finally finished it. Looks like shit, but it could have been worse.

Mikhael and I helped with the parent/teacher night. We got to wear nifty Port Moody Secondary Ambassador vests. We didn't see each other for practically the whole evening, despite the fact that Mikhael was doing it just so we could spend more time together. I spent most of my time at the front entrance, greeting parents and handing out maps, then when I ran out of maps, I went inside to the main foyer and directed parents to the different departments. There were other volunteers positioned around the school. I think Mikhael and I were the only ones who are not part of SOAR or Student Council.

Mikhael walked me to Erin's apartment.

I went to bed fairly quickly, even sleeping through Erin's laptop keyboard clicking. I hate that noise.

Saturday morning I woke up just before Erin left for work and school. Mikhael came over a while later and we made cake:



I look kind of shitty, but My Baby is cute as ever :)

After making cake, we walked to Eagle Ridge Manor to visit my grandmother. Upon arriving, we discovered that she had gone to Royal Columbian for some last minute test, so we dropped off our stuff and went to Starbucks. When we got back she was there, and we ate cake and she gossiped about my extended family. We were there for about an hour.

We went to Mikhael's after.

When I got back to Erin's we watched the Oka Crisis movie on CBC. Then I went to bed.

Almost as soon as I got up this morning, I came home, and have since spent some quality time with my cats and my computer, watched one and a half movies, Edward Scissorhands and Mona Lisa Smile, and worked on my homework.

Right now I'm watching SNL. I never liked Steve Martin.

A Little Bit of Sparkle

We worked on that horrible song in choir today, and it was in my head for the rest of the day, still is, but I'm trying to drown it out with other music. We also practiced Ave Maria, which sounds sooo good.

We played big two in the caf in block one. I shuffled the cards because Jas wouldn't let Marianne do it. Kenny gave us cookies and I complained about the downsizing of muffins.

Bellemare talked all block, went off on a tangent while he was talking to us about using those study guide books at the back of the room, about the Florida Panthers winning the Stanley Cup and what's-his-name bringing it to Port Moody, so we could all skip school and parade down St John's Street with it and get drunk off "beaucoup beaucoup beaucoup de champagne." We are supposed to study these books religiously, only stopping to watch Hockey Night in Canada, except for when "Dingbat Cherry" is speaking, then we are allowed to study.

My interrogation of Jooyeon sucked in English today, but not as much as Francis's.

We watched a movie about AIDS in South Africa today, and did that exercise where you get a piece of paper that you're not allowed to look at, then you "shake hands" with ten different people, then everybody reveals their piece of paper and you find out how many people are going to die from an STD or HIV. Everyone in the class was infected by HIV, and some lucky people, like Faaria, had an extra disease on top of it, like gonorrhea. Some people were safe, somebody for using a condom, Sam, sort of, for using birth control; actually he did get HIV, but at least he didn't get pregnant, Francis did get infected because his condom broke, but Mikhael didn't because he used a female condom. Bumjew was being abstinent, and me . . . well, I was safe, but at a cost. Apparently I have sexual dysfunction. Oh well.

Worked like mad on Art Project Number One. I will be working on it tomorrow as much as I can, before school to make up for the half hour that I missed today, during block five and after school, which unfortunately means that I have to miss cross country.

Left art early to go to the first cross country meet of the year. It was raining like hell. It was rather disappointing, although I ran rather well.

Left immediately after the giving out of the ribbons because I had dance. I miraculously got there before dance started, even though Donna wasn't being too late today. I could actually dance today, just like last Wednesday, although I was called on my lack of spotting, and I have concluded that it has nothing to do with my ability: I just cannot dance on Mondays.

I'm starting to get tired of this whole blogging thing. I'll never stop, but I won't enjoy it so much.

42nd Street Timestep

Choir:
We got another song. I don't like it.

Block one:
Oh my god, so boring. Yesterday I was freaking over English, today read A Handmaid's Tale and tsk'd at Esaly over the conversation her and Jas were reading off of a piece of paper in Spanish. I was reading the English translations on Jas's side. Apparently Esaly was pulling his hair. That Esaly, she's a wild one.

French:
Forty-five minute talk about how spinach is going to kill you in French from Bellemare. He suggested that the class play Russian roulette spinach style, but we had no death-spinach, so we didn't. Today he talked about the Ciolfittos' and I actually remembered where they are spending the year, meaning I didn't make myself look like an idiot today. He stared at me the whole time he was telling the story because I was sitting almost right in front of him. Stupid Horia stealing my desk.

English:
Probably don't have to do my commentary until Monday. This gives me some time to prepare for the inevitable Hunnings-ripping-me-to-pieces part of my presentation. Been doodling a lot during the last two days, though I designed some jewellery, so it wasn't a total waste. Today there were some witty comments about Jesus being a multi-tasker and how sexy and beautiful (or handsome) literature is.

Bio:
Took some notes, I'm sure there was a funny story or two yesterday, but I really can't remember. Today we "worked" for a while, then everybody got serious because Sabot talked about HIV. He cut his hair on the weekend, got a mohawk.

Art:
Forgot Art Project Number One at home yesterday and was devastated. Worked on it lots today. I haven't gotten a chance to present Art Project Number Two yet, although now I have colour glossy photos to go with it compliments of Erin's printer; I picked them up today on my way to school from her apartment. I also brought in Art Project from Two Years Ago because Angus needed one of his toes glued back on.

Cross country:
Was not really feeling well yesterday, and that only got worse after cross country. Only ran about 4k. Half of my run was with Denis, because he wasn't feeling well either. I have to leave early tomorrow for a meet, which sucks because I need that half an hour to work on Art Project Number One.

Dance:
The connection between my brain and my feet was not there last night, plus Donna left my music at home so we spent most of my class trying to find a song with a similar tempo, finally settling for Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder. This only served to make me more confused, because I had my dance from four years ago in my head and my feet wanted to do that instead. That song brings back such good memories. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

I think that's it. I need a shower.

I feel fat

All I did today was make cabbage rolls with the family. Mmmm, cabbage.

I found the music video

Get this video and more at MySpace.com

I'm sorry, Gustav can't come to the phone right now. He weighs more than Poland

So I did spend my day at home. And I didn't leave my house once, proving my dad wrong. Mikhael dropped off Art Project Number One, and I spent a couple hours working on it. I also worked on Art Project Number Two and English.

I started my new journal at 2:34 pm.

...

I'm staying home today to work on my English project and both of my art projects while my family goes to Chilliwack to get water and eat pie. My dad seems convinced that I am going over to Mikhael's so I can have sex and not to pick up my art project because he is an asshole and doesn't trust me. If only he treated everyone like he does me and then I wouldn't have people constantly telling me how wonderful he is. I'm not a fucking whore.

I have to go work on my English. The rest of Art Project Number Two can wait until tomorrow.

"Dear John." "John Deere?"

This morning was unexciting, I played a game of Big Two with Marianne and Faaria and read a magazine in the library. Marianne, Faaria, Jas and I tried to figure out those bio questions, but eventually gave up due to lack of interest.

Marco Chan was visiting today, so in French he told us all about what he's been doing in Montreal. I thought he spoke fast in English, but ohmygod, I could only understand half of what he said in French. I got a better mark on my in-class composition that I thought I would. Quite a bit better.

In English we got into pairs, chose a poem by Margaret Atwood, and starting on Monday each group has to do a fifteen minute commentary about their poem, followed by six minutes of interrogation and ten to fifteen minutes of open discussion about the piece. Guess what I am doing all weekend. Vivian and I are speaking about Five Poems for Dolls.

In bio Sabot talked about condoms all block, with the help of Mr Penis, who vibrates when you pull the chord attached to its base. We had to with down all of the rules for condom usage, then we could choose which viral disease that we are going to present in groups. I am doing Cowpox with Mikhael and AJ, just because its cowpox and involves cows who produce milk and milk is good. We have another project due Tuesday, the comic thing, but I have already done my part.

I started my inner self-portrait today in art. Nat didn't do a particularly good job tracing me, so I spent the whole block just fixing it. I brought it home to work on this weekend, but I left it at Mikhael's and I don't know if I can get it back before Monday, so I might have to ask for an extention because I won't have enough time to work on it.

Andre's mom gave Mikhael and I a ride to Mikhael's house. Originally we were getting a ride to Lougheed Station, but then we remembered that if we got dropped off at Como Lake it would be faster, then Andre's mom said she was going to the SuperValue, which is even closer, but then when we got there she said she felt bad because we had to carry our duffel bags, so she ended up dropping us off across the street from Mikhael's house.

When I was leaving Mikhael's house later I could not find my shoes, because Mikhael's mom hid them as a joke. I was preoccupied with finding them and that is why my art project got left behind. I hope Mikhael guilt-tripped his mom about that. That spa day has made her too happy or something, I think.

I studied French on the bus home and did my bio at home. I considered starting my English, but I've decided to wait until tomorrow.

Goodnight.

"Byzantine mosaic dome"

. . . She yelled over and over again in my ear during English. "Trying not to throw up."

Choir:
Needmoreguysneedmoreguysneedmoreguys. We only have ten at the most.

Block one:
Faaria got all excited when she heard about the free magazines, and severely disappointed when she heard that she was only allowed two. Today we were reading other magazines, looking at the clothing, and discussing whether or not Jessica and Ashlee Simpson were pretty with Jas. Only Marianne seems to think so.

French:
Everyone has been lectured a lot. A lot. I play with my hair a lot. A lot. My French grammar is horrible.

And speaking of French . . .

Montreal:
I am scared that it will one day happen at our school, that some grade twelve IB Diploma student who is taking three sciences will crack from the stress, pull out a gun and shoot everyone in the library.

English:
Hunnings likes to go on such tangents that make him forget that he told me to put my hand down, as he would get to me after another person's comment. Oh well. He talked about how ugly babies are yesterday, and I agreed completely. I don't think I was that pretty when I was born, I mean, I was born purple. Today Krisha yelled in my ear a lot, and Hunnings gave me my quote of the day:

"Espresso is the Holy Grail. I don't know why they looked for a chalice with blood in it. It's espresso, man, it's espresso!"

He also argued with dictionary definitions that didn't match his own.

Bio:
Ahhh, bio. Krisha joined our class yesterday, in a way that was most amusing. Sabot loves that she's a squeaker. Yesterday was all about how Australia equals death and nobody should go there. He also mentioned how ugly newborn babies are, and although everybody laughed, those of us who had just had Hunnings the block before were in hysterics. Today was not quite so funny, because we watched a movie that had one of those monotonous voices narrating it.

Art:
I have accepted that fact that I am going to be doing this all semester. I am enjoying it though. Mme Bilodeau admired my journal, saying that if it didn't play such a large role in my mark for the course, I wouldn't even need a sketchbook because my journal is my sketchbook. We got our paper today, for our projects, and we have to start them tomorrow. I have mine almost completely planned out.

Cross country:
Oh my god, two amazing practices in a row. Yesterday we went up the stairs in the back and ran to Miller Park, then we ran the ravine trail, which is really short, then we did intervals around the soccer fields at Banting. After we did seventy-five situps, twenty-five regular, then twenty-five each of those ones where you cross your leg. We did the plank for a minute immediately after, then ten pushups, ten beached whales, ten jumping jacks, then we ran/walked back to the stairs. Today we started off with the adventure trail, I was leading because I knew where to go, and I ran the whole way except that one really steep hill that I speedwalked. After that we ran to Rocky Point and down the trail; I ran to the townhouses before I turned around. I sprinted the last block and a half to the empty lot on Clarke, finishing just behind Betty. There was a suprisingly good turnout today, despite that fact that it was a little wet out. I felt so good afterwards.

Dance:
Was suprisingly fun yesterday. I was a little stiff after cross country, but after I stretched I felt better. We are dancing to Sing Sing Sing this year, nice and fast and very upbeat, so it should be fun. I also promised myself that this year I am going to make an effort.

Four and a half pages of my journal left. I think I can finish it tomorrow. I'll bring my new one just in case.

mmmm, peammm, peaches

Will update tomorrow. Lots to talk about.

Talktalktalktalktalktalk

I have eight and a half double-sided pages left in my journal. I hope to finish it this week, then move onto journal number nineteen.

I was all hypoglycemic today. I threw a temper tantrum at the end of block three and was in a bad mood all through bio. I couldn't concentrate because I was all dizzy-like. Cross-country was no fun because I had to run slow so I wouldn't pass out. I even walked all the way back to school from Reed Point, which I've only done one before, and that was when Sayers sent me away from our interval practice early last year because my knee was acting up. It started to hurt on the way back as well.

In Français I forgot how to conjugate the futur simple during a quiz, guessed and got it right. However, I couldn't remember the word for "thing" so I know I got that question wrong. Bellemare accused me of not listening and I was. Not fair. I am afraid to get my composition back tomorrow.

I didn't go to rugby. In fact, I am unsure as to whether or not I am going to play club rugby at all because I am too busy. I'd also miss House on Tuesdays, but I'm trying to ignore that fact.

That is all. I should work on more of my homework. That bio won't do itself.

~

Happy four month baby. I love you.

Done as a piece of well-done toast

I think I like the other quote better.

I was choir-ing this morning. Unexciting, though during warmup there was this girl in grade nine standing right behind Asian Audrey and I who is completely tone-deaf. Unfortunately we are all one big group this year in choir, so I have to put up with these people all year, and also everyone is on a search to find some more guys, because we only have eight, and both of our tenors graduated last year.

In block one I played with flashcards in the library. I have not been able to find my cue cards since I moved, and that is upsetting. Andre, Ilona and I discussed things, like gay rights and snowboarding.

I wrote a composition in French, and I am proud to say that it was actually the required length without me having to try too hard. I talked about the day I went to see Varekai. Bellemare almost forgot to give us the topic of our composition, but, being the diligent students that we are, we quickly remembered to remind him. For the first time he didn't bring attention to the fact that I was eating a sandwich.

Hunnings called Saucier a slut today after Saucier gave him a ten dollar bill. That is the only thing that happened in English that was mildly interesting. Apparently there is no Mr Saucier, only some kind of slutty imposter.

Played with microscopes in bio. I sang the theme song to Sesame Street as I was putting my microscope away and Siobhan laughed at me.

In block five I still had the theme song to Sesame Street in my head, so I hummed it quietly and nobody seemed to notice. I honestly cannot remember what I did in that class, only that there was a lot of talking involved.

I went over to Mikhael's for a few hours, where we watched episodes of Curious George and Scooby Doo, and I almost fell asleep on the couch.

I went to my first solo class of the year only to discover that I have lost all ability to dance. Sad.

When I got home and after doing my bio homework, I started to make a voodoo doll out of an old sock, but soon remembered that I hate sewing and got bored of it. I will make another attempt tomorrow. You never know when you need a voodoo doll, and I think I know just the person. All I need is a hair . . .

~

I miss SUS.

I found my chew toy

Today we saw Troilus and Cressida in Vanier Park. Now I know where they got the plotline to Troy from.

We stopped at a garden centre for some reason, but I adopted a plant that looks like it has peppers growing from it, so it was worthwhile.

We ate dinner at Hon's. The bean curd balls with zucchini took forever to arrive at our table.

Um, that's about it. I need to make some flashcards tomorrow in block one.

"These hands are not for boxing, but for hugging."

I saw the Dalai Lama today.

He was giving a lecture about Cultivating Happiness, although he was tired and could never remember what the topic was. His speech was good though. I took a few notes. His Holiness is one of those people who make you feel like you can do anything, if only for a few hours.

He became the third person ever to receive an honourary Canadian citizenship today. As What's-His-Name, the Canadian Citizenship guy said today to everyone at GM Place, Je suis très honoré to have been there. Apparently it was a unanimous decision in the HoC to give it to him. Raoul Wallenberg and Nelson Mandela are the only other people to every receive an honourary Canadian citizenship.

We ate dinner a The Old Spaghetti Factory.

Tomorrow is Troilus and Cressida at Vanier Park. And maybe shoe shopping.

Buffacow

Block One:
Has been boring so far. Yesterday I worked on my French homework and tried to remember how to fill out a cheque. Mr Martin and I had a discussion over why I was sitting on the floor. Today worked on French homework then talked to Kenard, Esaly, Jamie and Andre in the library.

Cookies:
Oh my god, I missed them, and they are soooooo good. All of the cafeteria ladies remember me of course.

Pictures:
Mine is going to look like crap this year. I just know it. On the other hand, the last time I said that, I ended up loving my school picture. I wore the same shirt and had the same makeup and everything to see how similar this picture is to last year's.

M Bellemare:
Threw a temper tantrum yesterday which I walked right into the middle of, having just gotten my picture taken. Apparently we didn't listen to his story on Tuesday, to which we replied that we could tell him anything he wanted to know about his story, just not in French. Today made us take lots of notes. Made all of the grade tens in the class go to Saucier after their assembly to get out of his class because they can't write the exam this year. As for me, I have been making rather witty jokes about people in French being gender confused. M Bellemare refers to me as the Sandwich Eater when he can't remember my name, or rather, whenever he says my name.

Hunnings:
Told new guy and Marko that they need girlfriends. New guy picked a fight with Hunnings about getting his name correct which had the rest of us laughing behind our hands. Have been discussing The Great Gatsby for the past couple days, as it is in the Group Three of our reading list. Makes so many jokes about God and death. Likes me today because I said good morning to him in the halls.

Assembly:
Boring, boring, boring. I almost fell asleep. Felt the urge to throw something at Chute's head, but refrained from doing so.

Sabot:
So energetic. We looked at pictures of ligers and tiglions and beefalos, though I like to call them buffacows. We played with shoes. Sabot called Mikhael not-tough, which had me laughing so hard that I was almost crying, then I punched him repeatedly for the rest of the block. Got two small freezies for volunteering to carry textbooks, even though we discovered that they were the wrong ones, so there was actually no carrying involved. Sabot called us evil because we were talking and he couldn't hear what we were saying.

Mme Bilodeau:
Has liked me muchly since Tuesday when she found me jumping up and down, yelling "Bio! Bio! Bio!" outside her room. Has been talking a lot, and a select few of us fill in words for her when she forgets what they are in English. If I don't get to take geography this year I won't mind too much, even though I still hate drawing and always will.

Cross Country:
Who does intervals during the first practice? They want people to join, not quit. Miller Park is supposed to be the second practice, after all of the new people are lulled into a false sense of security. Tuesday's practice will probably be to Reed Point and Back, or along the Four Shore Trail. Was sore the whole time, but felt better after.

Rugby:
Didn't go last night. Didn't feel like public transiting, didn't feel like running, and was too tired to care much.

Temper:
Everything pissed me off last night. Everything. I seriously hate Greg right now.
Today I was in a lovely mood all day.

Dance:
Starts on Monday. I'm not particularly looking forward to it.

Dalai Lama:
Tomorrow. Second time seeing him. Hopefully the seats will be better this time.

Sleep:
Is now.

In case of an emergency, Hunnings is Jesus and we should all flock around him

I hurt and I'm bitchy. I can't count the number of temper tantrums I've thrown today.

Sabot was too energetic to watch. I actually understood everything Bellemare said in French. Hunnings explained to me what a pun was as if I was a six year-old, and as if I didn't already know. Bilodeau also too happy. Need to get out of that class.

Bought tape. Finally.

Bitchy woman on bus was bitchy. Bitch.

Cross country and rugby tomorrow. Won't get home until late.

"Dust in places that you didn't know you had"

At four-thirty this afternoon, I lost all free time until Christmas. By the end of next week I am going to die, with the rugby and the cross-country and the dancing and the sailing and the schoolwork. About two weeks later I will either get used to it, or have to drop rugby in order to not kill myself.

Anyhoo, onto my day. I was suffering from a lack of bus fare this morning, so I got to school at eight, after making a Starbucks run with my dad. My tall dark took two hours to drink, and it was so disgustingly cold by the time I was finished. Mikhael and I hung out in front of my old locker the whole five hours that we had to wait, talking, helping grade nine's figure out where they were going and calling Denis up to ask if he was dead, then how many girlfriends he's had, jumping Yuan, and so on. Many teachers passed us, Johansson about eight times, Bellemare, McIntyre, she got a forced smile, and Thompson, which had me squealing for the next five minutes that she is teaching at our school, despite the fact that I later found out that I'm not going to have her at all this year.

Brinkman gave us our schedules, then collected fees and gave out lockers. I knew that if I kept silent for long enough that I'd get my own locker, and it paid off. I didn't want to pair up with anyone from my advisory anyways, my first two choices having moved advisories, and the other moved provinces. Mikhael is my locker partner now.

We left soon after for Coquitlam Centre, where we bought school supplies at London Drugs, then ate lunch. Mikhael went home after and I went back to Port Moody, to Erin's apartment to get changed and pick up my duffel, only stopping to talk to Lauren, then off to rugby practice at Inlet. Unfortunately I shouldn't trust Mia with information, as I soon found out that girls practice is not until Thursday, so Mia and I practiced with the guys. We did lots of drills, and all of them ranged between fifteen and twenty minutes long each. We were all so tired by the time we got around to playing buggers, both teams scored more tries than they should have. Our team lost by one point, despite the fact that we had Anup on our team, so we had to do pushups at the end of practice. Although I was easily the worst person there, I can still beat Mia at one thing: I can do pushups and she can't. I've decided that one day, that will probably be the only thing that keeps me coming.

Uneventful bus ride home. Need shower and sleep.

A horse tried to eat my duffel

Saturday evening I went to another Great Big Sea concert. It was alright once it started, though before that my dad picked fights with numerous people, including the security guards who didn't want Erin to take her camera in, as it looked too "professional" and the people at the restaurant nearby because they charged us way too much for sandwiches. We saw Ms Ono and Ms Blaxland and their husbands, who were also there for the concert.

They had the same opener as last time they were at Malkin Bowl. I didn't recognize him because he looked less homeless this time.

Great Big Sea was awesome though. Erin and I moved up as close as we could, which was twenty-seven rows ahead of where we were sitting. There were lots of little jokes, like the nude badminton and the bike, and they declared that they were going to play all of the hits, and not just their own, so they started playing ABBA, Bryan Adams, Trooper and a bunch of others.

Afterwards I couldn't talk, and I had to wear my knee brace yesterday because I aggravated my knee so much from jumping.














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Yesterday Mikhael and I went for the classic Dinner-and-a-movie, because we realized that we hadn't done that yet. We missed the bus we wanted to get to Silvercity, so we decided first to take the back way, then decided that it was too risky and decided instead to walk. We bussed until we were closer to the highway, then got off and started to walk. What we thought would take a few minutes actually took an hour, and we arrived at Silvercity during the previews of Step Up. It would have been a nice walk, except that it was thirty degrees out and I was wearing black.

Step Up was predictable, but the dancing was good.

We went to Kefi afterwards. It was pleasant and the food was good. I like Greek.

We missed the 169 back, so we had to wait forever.

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Today I went to Mikhael's house, where we watched lots of TLC and got into a major fight that involved a lot of jumping on beds, biting and kicking. Of course, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and when our faces crashed into each other, we decided to stop. I had to headbutt my baby's jaw back into place. Of course, I was all paranoid, because I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat, like when it happened to me, only in my case it was a one-hundred fifty pound weight and not a facebutt.

Came home early to clean the livingroom. My definition of cleaning means moving all of my stuff out of the room, then letting everyone else deal with what is left. Works so well.

Guess what

I finally have a duck named Steve.

Oh My God

Steve Irwin is dead

Constantly bailing out water

Now that I've started to type, I've forgotten what I was going to say.

I had a heartlfelt talk with my ex on msn last night. It was nice. I missed our conversations. They were always good. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had never broken up with my exs', but then I remind myself that I've never been as happy with them as I am with my baby. I love you.

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I was just talking to Greg on msn, and his name amuses me. If I join the race team, this will be my Sundays: "Hoist, Dowse, Hoist, Dowse, Hoist, Gybe, Gybe, Head Up, Bear Off, Dowse, Hoist, Dowse"

I don't actually know how to fly a spin while heading up. Matt never taught me how.

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I saw a Smart Car at a gas station yesterday. It was exciting.

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And he's, like, "I don't want to go across Canada in a Vespa."
And I'm, like, "You're no fun."

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I just made up a poem while talking to my parents. I don't have to be at school until one on Tuesday.

Drop me off at quarter to eight,
and I'll just go to Starbucks,
spend a few hours there,
and waste my money.

Call up my friends
and say, "Hey,
meet at Starbucks
and we'll have a party
before school,
because we're cool
like that."

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I probably won't post again tonight. And maybe not tomorrow. In fact, I don't know when I'll be posting again. I just felt obligated to say something today.

Chainsaw-On-A-Stick

Quote of the day: "No forking or spooning in public. Knifing . . . That might get a bit messy."

The morning I met up with Greg, Mia, Alexis, Phillip and Siamak at Coquitlam Station to go for sushi. We took the 169 to Braid and picked up Lynn there, it was Greg, Alexis and my first time meeting her, then we Skytrained it to Vancouver. When we switched trains at Commercial and Broadway, only five of us managed to get on, so we went two stops and got off to wait, then joined Siamak and Phillip and went two more stops to the sushi place on Burrard.

We arrived too early for our reservation at "de place with de boats" so we went for bubble tea. I was the only one that finished mine, and I ate half of Mia's pearls. Everyone else made a sculpture out of theirs, except Siamak, who's not cool enough.



We went to the sushi place, and sat at one of the boat-shaped booths, much to Mia's delight. We went the all-you-can-eat route, which included fifty california rolls and a shitload of tempura and teriyaki. Siamak ordered a fork, but as soon as it arrived I stole it and passed it down to Greg, where Siamak couldn't reach it. We gave it to him as we were leaving.


Everybody except for Mia

We went one stop back to Granville to wait for Hip Attachment. While we were waiting we played HA, a variation of HA, Zip Zap Zoom, which is another variation of HA, Squirt and Fuzzyduck. Mikhael arrived, jumped on Greg's back and kissed his ear. I wish I had gotten a picture, even more than I wish I had gotten a picture of Mikhael sitting on Greg's lap a few weeks ago.

We decided to go for dessert.

We ended up at the Templeton, where we ordered a deep-fried Mars bar and a deep-fried Wunderbar. The diner had one of those mini jukebox things at each table, so I paid twenty-five cents and we listened to Funky Town. Here is eleven seconds of head-bobbing goodness:

(Movie will be added as soon as YouTube decides to cooperate)
Nevermind, I'll use Photobucket:



Soon after that Lynn had to leave, but not before we took a picture or two:



We also took some other pictures. Apparently I'm whoring around with Greg, Mia and Alexis, in addition to Mikhael. In my defense, I'm pretty sure that Greg and Mikhael have something going on as well.


Ignore how stupid I look in this picture and focus on how stupid everyone looks in this picture.

We decided to head home after that, but when we got back to Broadway, I realized that my camera was at the Templeton. Mikhael and I went back, and I obviously recovered it, or none of these pictures would be here.

We went home after that. The 701 bus driver was in a good mood and let me on the bus even though my faresaver had expired some eleven minutes before.

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Other possible titles for today's post: Duzzyfuck, HA! HA! Squirt?