Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity

The two posts I promised will be inserted below this one soon. This is not about my last few days. One of those posts will be coming soon too.

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People I am annoyed/pissed with:

Horia, Sam and Jae Woo: Fuck you guys and your inability to stay on task. Fuck you for not being able to BS. Fuck you for thinking that I do not care about my mark.

Maricia: Fuck you for bitching at me for not getting you tape fast enough. Get your own fucking tape next time. Don't blame it on jet lag. If jet lag bothers you so much, don't go on rugby trips. Also, don't bitch at me for not running to bring water bottles to the team. First of all, my shoulder hurts when I run. Second, I was doing homework. I thought that that was pretty obvious. I'm sorry if I'm so selfish as to think that my grades are more important that other peoples' thirst. If you hadn't noticed, there were four other people carrying water over to the team when you were bitching at me. Also, you were on the sidelines at the time. What was preventing you from picking up a water bottle or two? Just because I perform menial tasks for the coaches doesn't mean that I'll do it for you. Bitch at me again and you will have one more injury to think about.

Murph: Don't bitch at me because Maricia's talking.

Anal: You're always on my list. By the way, don't try to convert me to Christianity again. I noticed you ignoring me yesterday when I refuted everything you said.

Donna: You're usually on my list too. Don't bitch at me that your job is stressful, and that you're more stressed than I am. You were the one who chose to run your own dance school. If you're so bloody stressed, why not move your retirement up a few months?

Luke: Fuck you.

There are so many more.

I want to cry.

FUCKER

FUCK YOU BLOGGER FOR DELETING MY FUCKING POST I HATEHATEHATEYOU SO FUCKING MUCH.

Post tomorrow, because some things are too important not to blog. Fucking blogger.

I beat Erin on the Test the Nation IQ test

Alright, Les' birthday party. It actually wasn't too bad, considering the fact that I was trying to study for French. I met quite a few new second cousins, including Les himself, third cousins and fourth cousins. Um, Bernice was a little too In-Your-Face for my liking, but everyone else was alright. Les was quite funny, especially after a few glasses of wine (I was offered wine more than once, but I declined and had a coffee instead), and he told us all about travelling with his daughter, Deb, who was also very chatty. It was good to see dear Uncle Iver again, and he gave us a tour of his apartment. Erin and I alternated between talking to people and the food table, because there was this amazing artichoke and cheese dip and we couldn't get enough of.

Eventually we went to a nearby Greek restaurant, where Erin and I were placed at the "kids table," which was basically anyone under the age of thirty-five. Dinner was good, though Erin's fish was too salty. We had cake for dessert; Les let his grandson, Marcus, help him blow his candles out, but the candles kept relighting themselves, which was hilarious. We let Les cut it, even though he had had about seven or eight glasses of wine at that point.

Sunday I studied for my French oral. 'Nuff said.

Um, yesterday was my French oral. I arrived four and a half hours early, as usual, and studied for about . . . I'd like to say three, but it was closer to about two, because the last hour before I just sat in a corner being nervous. My oral itself was okay, I mean, it was the best I could do, considering the fact that I suck at speaking French, but it went by pretty fast. Mme Cloutier also asked me the easiest general question (general questions, my ass) of the twelve. Hung out with Mikhael after, as he had done his four hours before me.

Today I met with my ToK group at Starbucks, (yeah, I won the Starbucks vs library argument), we talked for over an hour, then we all hung out at Coquitlam Station, Mikhael joined us, and waited for the 151/152/143. Mikhael and I watched episodes of Take Home Chef, because Curtis is awesome.

It was windy as hell today. I couldn't see through my hair.

The Mysterious Appearance of Hats on Mountains

Okay, so I lied. I've been busy. But never fear, after Monday, my spring break will really start. Then I'll have lots of time to focus on ToK.

Okay, so, long time ago. I think it was . . . Saturday the Third. Umm, so I went to dance and Mao wasn't there, and I was pissed. Maple Ridge has no good mustard, the 5 G's has changed hands and Dad was assaulted by Christian fundamentalists. I was called back to the clinic, but I didn't go until the next day.

Sunday. Found out the tip of my scapula was fractured. No contact until May. Grrrrrr. How can I alleviate my stress of I can't tackle the shit out of someone? Um, after that I went to PoMo library and worked on my French debate with my group. We went to Starbucks and I ate a chocolate chocolate cupcake, which was delicious.

Monday. Um, I was in an incredibly bad mood. There is a page filled with my angry handwriting in my journal. Written in math of course, when Rahemtulla was bitching about how dumb everyone is. Just because he's counter-productive doesn't mean I have to be. Practiced debate, then went to dance. Was lectured for not having a solo costume.

Tuesday. Um, all I remember is the debate. We practiced beforehand, and I promised to bring Supriya one of my spare contact cases. I was probably the only one in my group who wasn't really nervous, I have no idea why, but it went . . . okay, I guess.

Wednesday. Got a thank you note from Supriya that has a permanent place in my journal. Presentations in History, I took notes:

My children will continue (says the white Pepin about the brown Omar and Krisha, and the Asian Jason. Very topical)
The pen's not working. It's the angle.
It's the angle! Hold it up and down! (Omar waves pen around)
What are you? I'm Indian . . . Um, it's a very big country . . .
What are you? I'm Chinese. He's Hong Kongese! (last bit said by Jenny, in a very Jenny fashion)
White Man (Exclamation point!)
Comparing teaching to White Man's Burden
White Man's Burden, Black Man's Burden, Brown Man's Burden, Yellow Man's Burden
Pepin at a loss for words
. . . Whatever
Paternalistic ideology - mein fürher!
Ruyard Kipling in a satirical light
Simple, simple, simple
VocaBoolary

More rugby.

Thursday. Um, we had a game against Glen's B team. I didn't take pictures because I was playing flag girl on one side. There was one point where I had to make this dramatic leap in the air and wave the flag at the same time . . . It was dramatic. And the only people who commented on it were the girls on Glen's team who were on the side who said that they hoped "that girl didn't get my bag dirty." I really wanted to tell them to fuck off and move their bags away from the sideline, but I didn't. Anyways, we won, 95 - 0. We wanted an even hundred, but whatever. I took more notes in History:

Chick the time, Abby
Ryan, your presumptuousness is only exceeded by your arrogance (said by Lehman)
And History is . . . even I don't have the vocabulary to describe it. Yes I do. (said by Pepin)
Let me open up the window for more oxygen. Ryan has used it all (said by Lehman)
Oh Eric, STFU
The Significance of CapitAl Letters
I don't know if you've ever sweated so much. You're IB students (said by Lehman)
Hence the sullenness
The tale of common things
Cheap and Showy
It's showy. It's for show, right?

Friday. Julie and I discussed the existence of Gog and Fog. Rahemtulla was ranting about how math is easy and he doesn't understand how people can't understand it, and instead of listening, I did History homework. That's that being productive thing again. Mikhael found a Detective of the Month ribbon in Physics. No History notes because I was presenting. Shot Eric down. It felt nice.

Sometime during the week Beckie and I went to Starbucks, it was Wednesday, to celebrate our debates being over, and we ate cupcakes and fraps.

Weekend has been erased from my memory. I remembered, like, ten minutes ago. Let's see. I went to the mall and spent four hours buying a dance costume. My head hurt by the time I got to dance. Dance, Mao actually showed up. We also got Mikhael his very first library card. Sunday, um, I don't know, I stayed home? I distinctly remember finishing my History essay. That took quite a while. I hate conclusions.

Monday, um, French presentation thingies, but I didn't go. Took notes, but they're arranged very haphazardly on a page in my journal. No journal notes in History, but I did have a nice conversation with Karolina about how Pepin looked like a bee in his stripey shirt. When I told him that, he buzzed at me. Lehman was throwing things out the window. Rugby, the boys were playing on the field, so we did a circuit in the weight room, then went out to watch the game. At dance found out that Donna is retiring at the end of June, which was a rather large surprise.

Tuesday. More French thingies. Still didn't go. Took lots and lots of notes in math, as I had a test the next day. In History Lehman spent the whole block talking about the assassination of JFK (which had absolutely nothing to do with what we are studying), then told us about his trip to Dallas and the all-Black blues club he went to. Um, no rugby because everyone was packing for the trip. Um, I went to visit Grandma, watched her be lifted out of bed (ooo, exciting), then we went to the main eating area (the staff were joking about how this was the one thing that would get grandma out of her room), where I said goodbye and went into the small room that was to be my change room. The dance show itself was pretty unexciting, though for the longest time the door kept on opening while I was standing there in a black sports bra, black booty shorts and fishnets (insert joke about me being a hooker here), but I didn't really care, because I'm a dancer, and there was nothing vital showing. My group was okay, love my dress (it's so flare-y!) and I screwed up a couple times with my solo, but that doesn't really matter, because it's my solo. As soon as my solo was over, I changed really quickly into my choir uniform and Dad gave me a ride to school, where I performed in the concert. After I was done I snuck out and was picked up again, and we all went for pizza, even Erin. Unfortunately they had ordered without me, so there was only ham and pineapple, but I picked off all of my ham and gave it to Erin, which for some reason confused her greatly.

Wednesday. More presentations, still didn't go, which really annoyed me. Saucier visited all of the ToK classes to discuss extended essays, which put nearly everyone into a frenzied rush to finalize topic and have their little slips signed by their teacher advisor. I put mine off until this morning, because Saucier is my teacher advisor. Math test, then Beckie and I went to Starbucks with Ilona. I had no money, so Beckie paid, but I ended up getting a free frap on top of the one I ordered, which I later gave to Mikhael at the end of his Physics test. Beckie, Ilona and I played rummy in the hall. Lots of History note-taking. No rugby because everyone had already left for the UK, so Mikhael and I went to the mall, where we sat on comfy chairs and I finished my History. Went to dance, Mao wasn't there and Donna was upset. Luke accidentally hit me in the throat with his arm. It was one of the few times I've ever seen him show compassion. I was alright though. I've had worse. What was worse, though, was that he grabbed my shoulders in his concern, and that hurt. I'm almost getting used to it. Spent the rest of the evening typing up my History questions to hand in a day early.

Thursday, more French presentations, still didn't go. Grr. Um, it wasn't a particularly exciting day, but it was the first day in . . . about six weeks? that I managed to get home before seven.

Today, also not exciting, though I finally did my French presentation. Finally. Beckie and I played crib in Block Four, I won, and we looked at a century-old political cartoon in History and made observations about it that only an IB class (and Brian) could make like, "Those mountain things in the background look like melting snowmen. Or those Chinese hills." "How do you know that they're not Chinese hills?" "Because they're wearing hats.", and, "And what did England have at this time? *Meaning Transvaal*" "A hat!" Lehman held up an envelope with the mp3 players h confiscated yesterday and gave us a lecture about how we are not following rules etc, then dropped them out the window (from the third floor). Then he walked next door into his office and retrieved the envelope, opened it, dropped it on Jenny's desk and told her to go get the other envelope, which, by the time she got there, had been run over by a car. But it had nothing valuable in it.

This weekend I will study for my French oral and nothing else. I'm scared shitless.

Is there a Fog?

I'll update with my week tomorrow. Not feeling well.

An open letter to The Potter's House Christian Fellowship, in Maple Ridge

To whom it may concern,

Thank you for your pamphlet. Unfortunately, I cannot bring myself to be part of a church that does not know the difference between "your" and "you're." How am I supposed to receive adequate spiritual guidance, if the congregation does not even know the basic rules of grammar?

Also, my family and I do not appreciate being harassed by your devotees. Please tell them to desist, or we shall be forced to complain.

Do not pray for me.

Shock Paste

My gosh, busybusybusy.

I just haven't had the time for dear old blog here. I don't really now, but I am determined to update my life, while simultaneously working in my history essay, my French oral and memorizing my French debate points. And . . . I can't find my page of debate points. Fuck. Where's my flashcard . . .

There, that's better. Anyway, I'm here to mention the important happenings in my life in the last two weeks. I wrote them in my journal. I'm good like that. Unfortunately, I didn't think of doing so until Thursday, so it will be fairly brief. Each day, I mean, not this post. If I get around to it, this post will have pictures.

I believe I'm starting on Tuesday of last week?

So, let's see. I woke up not feeling well, but I knew that if I told mom she would accuse me of wanting to stay home to miss my math test (when have I ever done that?), so I went to school. I became steadily worse throughout the day, wrote the bloody math test, and, despite having not much of an appetite, still managed to eat a lot. I distinctly remember sitting next to Krisha in History, because both Pepin and Omar weren't there, and neither was Emily, and eating beaucoup d'almonds. We had a few good moments right at the beginning of history:

Jenny: "I really, really like hot pot! It's so good!"
Krisha: "What's hot pot?"
Arnold: "You've never tried hot pot?"
Jenny: "Oh my god! It's so good!"
Abby: "Don't worry, Krisha, we'll go for hot pot sometime. Hey, you know what else is good? Cheese fondue."
Krisha: "I've never tried cheese fondue either."
Brian: "What? Trees are fun too?"

and

Krisha: "I wrote my whole essay last night."
Abby: "Would you like an almond?"
Krisha: "No, I haven't printed it out yet. Wait, what did you say?"

After school I sat out of practice, well, not really, rather, I hung out with MacKenzie, who was suffering from a rolled ankle, and Chelsea, who had had drywall dropped on her foot over the weekend, and we passed a ball around, me one-handed, for an hour and a half.

I look half-asleep on webcam.

Anyway, our practice went late, until 5:30, and mom and dad showed up out of nowhere to pick me up. We gave Mikhael a ride home, then went home ourselves, and by the time we got there, I full-out felt like shit. Here's a picture, taken just before I went to bed:



I remember sitting in front of the computer for a while, and drinking fizzy pear juice (the closest thing we have to both apple juice and ginger ale), then going to sleep for half an hour, waking up just in time to watch the Rick Mercer Report, 22 Minutes and House. I went to bed after.

Most of the other days won't be half as long.

So, the next day, I stayed home from school. After sleeping in until about . . . 11, I woke up feeling slightly better, but incredibly guilty for missing school. I had no appetite, so I didn't eat anything until over twenty-four hours after I had last eaten, and nothing after that, meaning I was very dizzy all day. Not good for dance. I left around two to go to rugby practice, but I was having problems with buses and waiting for trains, so I didn't get to school until four. I watched for a bit, with Chelsea, then left for dance. Mikhael had left me a cookie in our locker, but I didn't eat it until much later. Mao never showed up to dance, so instead Luke and Thomas danced their solos, and their duo, and tried to get me to dance my solo as well, but I was too dizzy. My journal tells me to insert a rant here, but I've ranted to enough people.

I don't remember Thursday being particularly exciting in the morning, but I do know I complained a lot, of my new bag. Until my shoulder is healed, I have switched to something smaller, that I can wear across my body and on the other shoulder. I'm not particularly liking it, I prefer my giant duffel, because I can't fit much in the smaller one. Anyway, to the exciting stuff. We had our first rugby game. I was designated chief stick picker upper, then I took pictures until my camera died. Here are some of them:



Maricia's ass, heehee










We won, 64 - 0.

School wasn't particularly exciting on Friday either. After, Mikhael and I decided that we wanted to go see a movie, but there were no matinees at Eagle Ridge, and we didn't feel like going to SilverCity, so we ended up watching cartoons at the mall. We actually got a ride there, from Mikhael's dad and brother, who were at Burger King. It marks the second time I have ever set foot in a Burger King, and the first time since I was four. We bought Pocky at TnT

Mikhael came over on Saturday, and we left of the clinic nearby, but it was closed, due to the head doctor having sexual assault charges against him. We bussed to Coquitlam Station, where we called Pro Stock, and found out that they were closing in less than two hours (actually they were wrong: it was three), so we rushed as fast as we could to Burnaby, it taking two buses and a skytrain. We bought shoulder pads. After we decided that there was no way that I was going to make it to a clinic, so I had a quick lunch at Metro, then we made our way home.

On Sunday I finally went to a clinic. The doctor said that it was either the muscle, then I could start playing again when the pain stopped in a couple weeks, or my shoulder blade was fractured, and gave me a free x-ray voucher. Afterwards my family went to the Chan for another CBC Radio concert, called, "Tour de France." I read a book like I always do. We went to the Red Onion after.

It snowed on Monday. Ew. There was a lack of rugby as a result, as the boys were practicing in the gym. I stayed to watch. I didn't go to dance because I didn't feel like it (insert Scissor Sisters here).

In TOK we watched a documentary on the Milgrim Experiment. Oooo, scary. Tuesday after school I was x-rayed. Dad was supposed to pick me up after school and take me there, but he never showed up, so eventually I took the bus. There wasn't much of a wait there, and soon I made it from the waiting area to the inner waiting area. Two other girls and their respective family members came as well. The woman who called us in looked at the x-ray sheet things of the first two, then asked them if they had anything wrapped around their ankles, then looked at mine, grabbed one of those tie-at-the-back hospital robes and directed me to a changeroom. Then I hung out with the families of the two other girls and we discussed dancing and rugby. Good company. Eventually I went in, and the woman positioning me kept on poking me in the injured area. She decided that she didn't like her last x-ray, so we had to repeat it two more times. I changed back, went to the waiting area, looked outside and noticed mom and dad in the van, looking for a place to park, so I ran after them and stopped them before they went around the block again. I should have my results by Monday.

I spent most of Wednesday high on painkillers, making me . . . more energetic and giggly than usual. We had a choir competition thing, so this wasn't necessarily a good thing, because I had to stand for a long time in heels. When we were in the warmup room, I hung out with Karolina, Katherine, Abby and Natasha, where we complained about how hungry we were (I didn't get to eat until block four), and also about how Hannah would shut up with her damn flute playing and how we know flautists who are much better. After watching my team practice in the snow, my feet were very cold, I went to dance. Pretty much anything the Boys' said was funny to me, which confused Donna I think, because I never smile in class. When I got home I did homework. That can be said for every other day here.

Thursday . . . My notes tell me to mention the Appearance of the Fly in TOK. There was a fly. It appeared. It scared Maya and Vivian. Vivian screamed and leaned away from the fly. Onto my right shoulder. It hurt. Um, let's see, what else. Right, I have finally figured out why Rahemtulla is so bloody weird (and from now on he shall be known as Anal, because I don't like having to type his name all the time). He actually likes The Sound of Music. Yeah, We were all disgusted too. Watched more Rugby-in-the-Snow, then went home. The boys won their game, as far as I know.

Yesterday. I remember being in a relatively good mood, except the lack of computers in block four, until block five, when Lehman gave us a lecture for most of the block about how REAL IB students don't talk in class, which I found a little insulting (that he was generalizing) because I really don't talk very much in class at all, and even then I can talk and work at the same time. Because he was lecturing us, we couldn't work, and I didn't get to finish my imperialism package, which I had wanted to finish that block. On top of that, he kept us three minutes after class, because he was talking about something, and I missed my bus by abut ten seconds, even though I sprinted down the hill. Knowing I had subsequently missed my other bus, I went over to Mikhael's.

Today I have dance, but I don't want to go. I have too much to do. If Mao doesn't show up, I don't care if we are not allowed to fight, I'll insist that she should be kicked out of the group.

I have to go, so pictures will be added when I get home.