L’Histoire de Gert la Brique

L’Histoire de Gert la Brique

By: Mikhael

Gert était une brique ordinaire, elle était rouge et solide et lourde, mais Gert n’était pas contente. Elle voulait être aimée, mais elle était une brique, qui veut, non, qui peut aimer une brique? Un jour un employé a posé Gert dans un nouvel bâtiment, lequel a devenu une grande maison. Gert était situé près d’une fenêtre, c’était là ou Gert a rencontré Phil pour la première fois. Phil était un drap avec des couleurs brillantes. Phil a vu Gert, Gert a vu Phil; la chandelle de l’amour était déclencher. Depuis ce moment, Phil et Gert sont toujours ensemble, ils sont devenus mariés et ils ont eu huit beaux enfants. La morale de cette histoire, c’est de jamais quitter, même si vous êtes une brique ordinaire. Il y aura toujours quelqu’un qui vous aime pour qui vous êtes.

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You know you're a history geek when: You become excited when the number of your history textbook is 1066.

If regular drug addicts are hooked on LSD, are math geek addicts hooked on LCD?

I'm done.

Today was one of those horrible mood days

Anything witty that was said by anyone today is in my journal, which is in my duffel, which is across the room.

Where did the sun go? I was forced to wear shows with backs, which meant that I had to walk with my feet constantly flexed, which is really hard on the shins.

Lost game against Semi, but we did score two tries, which rarely happens against them. Good for us. Tiff's grandmother was being grandmotherly to me, and fixed my hoodie so that the wind was not going down the front of it.

Assembly with the WCB guy who lost his legs. His presentation was more interesting than most.

It's freezing in here. It might just be the fact that my hair is wet and I'm only wearing a long-sleeved shirt instead of my long-sleeved shirt and hoodie combo, but I do believe that the tenants have been messing with the thermostat again.

I didn't get home until after eight. Blah.

It is a line. My mind doesn't work straight; it works curvy

This is disturbing.

This is even more disturbing.

This is the most disturbing.

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In other news, the back of my feet hurt from breaking in my flats and I'm exhausted from a two and a half hour long rugby practice, followed by dance.

Flip flops tomorrow.

Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice

I played tennis today, and I'm quite pleased to say that I'm not as bad as I thought I was, and with a bit of practice (and motivation), I might just be half decent. Not good enough to wear one of those little skirts; in fact I've decided that I'm going to be the one who introduces basketball shorts to the tennis circuit, even if they make me look like I'm four and a half feet tall. All I need is someone to endorse me.

I'm sorry that my bangs don't match hers. Give me a pair of scissors and I'll fix that.

Mkay, so I'm going to make a renewed effort to post more often from now on, even if it's just a few lines.

I can't remember much of the last just over a week. The weekend was taken up on Saturday by Old Turtle, and apparently we sounded amazing, and on Sunday by the Sun Run, and luckily I came in under an hour, because I would have been incredibly upset. As Diane said, "Cheer up. You've got tons of injuries. You came in under an hour. That is good."

Lots of choir, including an evening practice on Wednesday night with the Doctor. The show last night was crap compared to last Saturday's which was awesome, but I won't go into detail, because I've already ranted to so many people. On the bright side, Denis cut his hair and I have a new shirt to dirty during rugby practice.

My dance competitions; I didn't place with my solo, but it was my first time competing as a soloist, so whatever. At Dance Power I have decided that I'm not going to try for a medal, but the You Make Me Feel Like Dancing award, or that smiling one, just to prove to Donna that I do smile, but only when I am performing. The group I don't know yet, because we did a dance off yesterday morning, because three our of four of us couldn't make our six pm competition. Donna said she'd find out today whether we placed or not, but I haven't heard anything.

Um, what else. Today I went to Metro with Beckie, where we didn't spend much, but tried on lots of clothing. We both bought new sandals, and I bought a pair of polka dotted flats, similar to the ones that I've had my eye on for a while, but for only thirty percent of the price. Beckie bought jean shorts.

Je suis tired. Free coffee at Starbucks tomorrow if you bring your own mug.

Blades of Glory tonight

I'm at school right now. Block four. Beckie's at Peak, the internet is lagging and I'm bored. So, I'll catch up a bit, like I promised to do a few days ago.

So, I can't remember many details of the past few weeks. The week back from Spring Break consisted of me being a nervous wreck about my TOK presentation. On Tuesday I took advantage of getting home before seven for the last time until . . . I don't know when. The rugby teams came home on Wednesday and had a game the next day, but they were all jet-lagged and bitchy, and my presentation was starting the next day, so I left the game early and quite pissed.

That weekend, I do not remember. I'll think about it.

Last week was taken up by my presentation. What was supposed to start on Friday and end Tuesday Started on Friday and ended on the Monday of this week, with one day off on the Tuesday because we had a toc. I honestly thought that it would never end. The presentation itself wasn't too bad; at least it was better than the natural science group before us. Apparently our first day, talking about how identity affects the way we percieve history was "better than sex," according to Jon. I took most of the week off of rugby, not that I would have done anything anyways.

This week we finally finished our presentation. I had an evening choir practice that lasted about two hours too long. I've started rugby again. Just fitness. We are playing Heritage after school.

Sun Run Sunday.

Oops

I seem to have forgotten about you again, dear blog. Never fear, I'll be back soon, that this time I really promise. I just haven't been into posting right now. Too busy. Tomorrow or Monday. I promise.

Happy Easter, if you're into that sort of thing.