Rest in peace, Grandma

August 12, 1916 - May 25, 2007

Happy birthday, Baby

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Mustang Floater Jacket

Mkay, so life. I had been working on my ToK essay, but it's done now, which is happy. Ummm, a couple Saturdays ago I went to The AIBC Presidents' Awards Dinner, which was quite enjoyable, and the food was amazing. I got to spend an evening with architects and politicians, though I spent my time with the AIBC staff, Because they all know me. I also had a little dance show today, at a manor about two blocks away from my house. I was the oldest person there (of the dancers), so I spent most of my time during the show, I was near the end, curled up in a chair, talking to parents. I'm suprised at how many know me by name. Last week was all about writing my essay, though on Thursday we had a rugby game and we lost (had everyone in tears). It was my first game back and I got to play for about two-thirds of the game. Saturday the fifth was mom's birthday, so we went to Hons, spent thirty-five dollars and got the "special gift" for mom: a Hons potsticker guy keychain. Sunday was dance picture day, not too exciting. Monday I handed in my ToK essay and went to the best dance practice in a while (no Donna, no Mao, yes Kathleen, we spent half the practice half-heartedly going through all of our solos, duos and the group, and the other half sitting on the floor listening to music and fighting over who should dance next). Tuesday rugby practice I limped because I had aggravated my sprained toe (sprained in during the game the week before, still sprained today because I haven't stopped playing, dancing or wandering aimlessly). Wednesday I had a dance competition, Beckie watched me, and it was much better than last time. Luke and I were being chummy (I'm in a bit of a hurry now, so I won't go into details); we didn't stay for the awards, but instead went to IHOP for dinner; Beckie called me later and informed me that I had received third. So yay, another medal. Thursday we had another game, and it was one of those "Do or Die" games, because if we didn't win, our season would be over. It was one of the most nervewracking games I've ever watched (because of my toe, and because the game was so close, they didn't want to switch anybody in, so I didn't play, but supported from the sides). We won, seven to five. Thank God that Tiff can kick. Friday was Pro-D, Mikhael and I played tennis, then I fell asleep on his couch for a couple hours (always in the middle of watching How It's Made). We watched a show called Am I a Man or a Woman, and each got five out of ten right. Yesterday was my one-year with Mikhael, so we caught a double-feature at Silvercity (The Invisible and Spiderman 3), then went to the Cactus Club for dinner.

I have to leave now, for a dance competition. Byebye.

I love you :)

Happy Anniversary, Baby, &manymore.

Arrr

Q: How many surrealists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: A fish.

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Real post coming after I hand in my ToK essay on Monday.

Here's a picture of me holding one of the centrepieces at the awards dinner at the AIBC's annual conference: