Pictures from Thursday...

...are here.

Today I went over to Mikhael's. We ate rice and watched soccer. People ogled me on the way home. Guy at the bus stop, long, greasy hair in a half-pony, white wifebeater, jean shorts, potbelly and dragging on a cigarette (basically typical Maple Ridge) talked to me about clouds.

"It's a miracle!" "It's a sign!" "It's a fucking cockatoo!"

Okay, so yesterday. I got to school early, after going for coffee at Starbucks with the parents and getting two free samples of the eggs Florentine breakfast sandwich. I was alone for a while, Shalaleh and Kenard showed up, but mysteriously disappeared; eventually Emily showed up and kept me company. I did the sudoku in the 24 Hours, it took me forever (it was a medium). We saw that other people had their report cards early, so we sought out Mr Brinkman and demanded ours. After that we sneaked into the drama room, where we found the elusive Shalaleh and Kenard, as well as Denis, Gary, Betty and Marianne. They were practicing their ballroom dancing. We sat down on a bench and discussed So You Think You Can Dance, and I complained that they should all be doing more than just the basic steps (A few minutes later Denis started teaching them some new stuff; I take full responsibility). Denis does the classic male dancer thing; when his hands aren't specifically doing anything, they're really stiff. Everyone also looked really awkward with each other.

So around eleven-thirty everyone went to their respective advisory teachers for their report cards. I found Mikhael's, I had absolutely no idea who she was, but I had to call Mikhael and get him to confirm that I was allowed to take his report card, not that I didn't know what he was getting in everything anyways (though the Physics mark was a bit of a shocker, I mean, two percent lower than Bio? Mikhael, I'm disappointed). We all gathered in one mess in the caf (where I bumped into Katie), decided on where to meet, then went towards our chosen methods or transportation. A bunch of us (let's see, Katie, Krisha, SUS, Beckie, Rebeca, Ioana, Karolina, Denis and I, or something like that. Everyone else, including most of the guys, it seems, got rides or drove themselves) took the bus. I was complimented first on my worldly knowledge of the transit system, then on how nice my ass looked in the pants I was wearing (by Krisha and Co.)

People sort of filtered in to the field near Spani Pool. While we were waiting for more people (and a soccer ball) to arrive, we started a game of catch. Tena arrived and attempted to jump over a fence (I wish Roo had been paying attention and had been taking picture; she had my camera at the time) and ripped her pants. She spent the next however long wandering around wearing a towel around her middle. We began our game when somebody arrived with a soccer ball. IT was boys against girls, but soon Brian, Kevin, Denis and Gary joined us. Soon we had nearly forty people on the field, most of them playing. I was on defence, not because I'm any good at the position, but because I can block things with my body. To prove that, I blocked two shots from close range with my stomach (stupid James, the first one hurt), earning me the nickname, Abs of Steel (or, you know, Abby for short). I was also blocking balls with my lumpy leg, which really hurt. Brian stepped on my right big toe (thankfully not the left one, which is still sprained) with cleats and my toe has been swollen since then, thought it didn't swell and start hurting until a few hours later.

People came and went, but there was a core group of about twenty of us that stayed the entire time.

Just as we were about to finish the game the heavens opened and there was a torrential downpour for five minutes. We all scattered without saying goodbye to one another. Denis, Esaly and I sprinted for the bus shelter (but only half way, because then we realized that we were soaked anyways, so why bother running). The rain stopped just after we got there. Esaly and I went down to Coquitlam Centre, because Esaly needed to buy flip flops and coat hangers, and I had nothing better to do. We ran into Ryan, and I jumped on him, which wasn't really appreciated because I was wet and he was having a bad few days. Poor guy. I hope he has fun in Africa.

Esaly and I took the 701 home. She got off in PoCo, but it was packed until 210th in Maple Ridge.

At home I got the usual "Your grades aren't good enough" rant, which is stupid, because these marks don't matter. Then again, I'm the first one in our family to have the full IB experience. Still, Bellemare could have bumped my mark up a percent.

Today I was in a vacuuming mood and vacuumed the entire house. We rented a couple movies, and tonight watched one called The Man Who Sued God. It was different. I liked it. The only thing that really confused me was that it was Australian, set in Australia, but without a single Aussie accent in the entire cast. The lead role was Billy Connolly, a bloody Scot.

I'll post pics tomorrow. I'm too tired now.

Chairman's Waltz

Yesterday I vegetated. Not much else.

Today was awesomely good. I'll post tomorrow because it's six or seven hours later than when I wrote the first three sentences and I'm tired.

Night.

Cardboard Box

Sunday I went to Bard on the Beach. Dad wasn't able to come, so we brought Beckie instead. We saw The Taming of the Shrew, which was also the first Bard on the Beach production we saw, back in 2001. Details here.

After we dropped Beckie off, I was dropped off at Murph's house for the rugby wrap up party. Only ten of us, not including the coaches showed up, and so we just talked and ate. We gave Khush a ride home.

Yesterday I had a job interview at the PoMo Arts Centre. I'm still waiting to hear from them. I ran into Shalaleh while I was there, and, after showing her one of the exhibits that I had just seen and loved, Frédéric Assé (the second painting down makes me smile), we bussed together. She doesn't like Anal either. That made me very happy. I spent a few hours at Mikhael's, vegetating and eating croissants.

Today I did absolutely nothing. It was nice.

Mystic Pig

Okay.

Thursday there was yearbook signing, a history final (some of it I swear we never learned) and a rugby barbecue that really sucked because there was barely any food and nothing veggie. Afterwards I went to Subway on my way to Terry Fox. At Fox, I met up with Beckie's parents and a family friend. We watched Beckie's show, containing six of her dances. It was nice to see some choreography that wasn't Donna's. They gave me a ride home after.

Friday there was much picture taking and yearbook signing. Here are some highlights:



































After school I went to Mikhael's for the first time in forever and caught up on my Take Home Chef.

On Saturday I went to commencement. Katherine, Karolina, Abby and I took pictures on the fourth floor, and I was all authoritative to the idiots who were touching the props and pushing each other around on the dollys. The assistant superintendent's speech was incredibly long and tedious, and most of it was not very relevant. We sang and left. I sat with Karolina on the bus both ways. My family picked me up and we saw Pirates of the Caribbean 3.

Sunday I don't remember doing much, but I ended the day in a bad mood.

Monday I was in a bad mood all day, that only got better when my mother came home. I was really cold all day and mom said it looked like I had put on thirty pounds because of all the layers I was wearing.

Tuesday was my math exam. It wasn't until one, but I was there early like usual. The parents and I stopped for coffee on the way. While everyone was in writing the physics exam, I worked on the crossword in the 24 Hours and did most of it myself. The math exam itself was okay, but afterwards Anal called me Julie again. At Lougheed Station I ran into Denis and his brother, who were on their way to dance, and we took the skytrain together. I met Erin at Waterfront. We ate dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory on the patio; the bread was oddly-shaped.



After our spumone we went to Science World to see the preview of the new IMAX movie. There was complimentary popcorn (with two little wiener things inside; I gave mine to Erin) and Telus water. The movie was alright, full of information about mummies that we already knew, and it ended right when they were getting to the interesting forensics part.

Wednesday I babysat my cousins. At first it was just Kenny, and so everything was pretty quiet and I was able to get a bit of the food channel in, she came to watch for a bit, and then Brad brought Garrett home and went outside to work on his car, and after that it was a never-ending whirlwind of colouring, hide and seek, and the occasional punch. Gar coloured half a dozen pictures for me and Ken nearly broke my nose while we were watching Dora the Explorer. Gar showed me her new Polly Pocket world while Kenny sat on the TV. She really likes it up there. After a while we went outside until Auntie came home and gave me a ride home. We took the scenic route to look for some animals.

On Thursday I bought new sunglasses and spent the day with Mikhael. 'Nuff said.







Yesterday I saw Shrek the Third with Mikhael, Beckie and Beckie's dad. Mikhael and I got a ride back to Coquitlam Station and I just caught my bus. Dad and I went for lunch before.

Today mom and I spent some quality time in the Caramel, driving all around Port Moody and discussing landmarks and tourist attractions. We visited Erin, where I rescued Batman.









Ha. Caught up.

Dancing

So Sunday wasn't interesting. I slept in, then spent the rest of the day on the computer.

Monday, um, I watched the first half of A Handmaid's Tale in Mikhael's English class, because I had never seen it before. In TOK we discussed Gary Larson comics. In Math I put up with a block of Anal's verbal abuse, and so in block four Beckie and I went to Starbucks and talked about my dance shows to calm me down. In history we, I don't remember what we did, but I think it involved a short film and a package? All of my history classes are like that these days; it's hard to keep track.

Yesterday I was finishing the movie in Kuku's class in block one, but I ended up leaving before it was finished, due to that bitch Supriya, who bitched at me when I told her to shut up because she was talking rather loudly (in a Supriya-like fashion) about Student Council elections, and how nobody was going to vote for her because nobody liked her (I wonder why). Apparently Beckie told her off after I left. In TOK we were discussing pornography. Block three put up with more verbal abuse, and Anal tried to prove to us how east IB math can be; meanwhile we were all silently wishing that he would go back to the curriculum, because our exam is in a week. Idiot. In block four Beckie and I just talked, though we made a visit to Saucier's office to drop off my working bibliography. In history a bunch of us quietly discussed what will happen during Friday's class. I visited Grandma Eileen for about an hour, she gave me a Twix bar and bitched about hospital food and Sharon. Next time I visit I'm bringing dinner. She practically lives on candy. I had a quick dinner at the Austin with my parents, then we went back to PMSS for the year end band/choir concert. We sneaked out early.

Today I had choir testing. Uneventful. We weren't being peer marked this time. Block one I plotted with Karolina, timed how long it takes to get from one corner of the upstairs square to the opposite corner, talked with Ms Ross, etc. Spent the rest of the block doing the crossword in 24 Hours. TOK talked about pornography, but that eventually turned to what people would say to their kids if they found Playboy magazines underneath their beds. It's Hunnings' 25th anniversary today. Advisory, we received yearbooks. The rugby page is all wrong; they spelled my name wrong, forgot Mikhael's name, and the biggest picture on the girl's page is from last year. Block three more abuse, and got a couple tests back. Block four Beckie and I signed each other's yearbooks, but not until after I discovered that Beckie's book was missing eight double-sided pages and she received a new one. We went down to DeVita's room to find him playing the guitar, so I took a picture, then I got him to sign my yearbook, even though he didn't teach me this year, and we talked about math. In history we started watching Swing Kids, and I'm really enjoying it. There are quite a few good actors in the cast, like Robert Sean Leonard, Christian Bale and Kenneth Branagh. We'll finish watching it on Friday, as tomorrow is our final.

Tomorrow after school the rugby teams are having a barbecue, and we've invited the middle school rugby players. Afterwards I'm going to one of Beckie's year end dance shows.

I can't wait until next Wednesday is over. I'm quite drained. Been listening to the same song on repeat for the past hour and a half.

It's alright. It's just coming out of Beckie's inheritance.

Dance shows over. Long day.

Afternoon show was uneventful, no solo, just group, nearly forgot to put on lipstick.

Dinner good. Ate cedar-smoked salmon. I fit into Beckie's family so well. We stopped at the liquor store before the evening show (not what it sounds like, but it was so funny).

Evening show, good crowd that cheered for everybody. Did solo, then stripped off all but one shirt, the really long stripey one, then put on my fishnets, and went out into the lobby to talk to parents. Got changed, then danced (lots and lots of cheers), then changed back into first costume, then called everyone for finale, then went upstairs to Nicole's changeroom, then helped her with her quick change, then went downstairs and kept Stage Right in order until the finale. Finale broke down when Beppie finished her speech to Donna. I might have been bored by her choreography, and I found her incredibly old-fashioned, and we disagreed a lot, but she taught me for eleven years, and solely for the past seven years, and so I became all emotional on stage.

Tired.

Viagra of the mind adds the thrust to your arguements

This week has been a little hellish. To be honest I have no idea what I was doing a few weeks ago, nothing really important, two weeks ago I was at rugby provincials, we're sixth in the province, and my travel journal for that will be coming soon, possibly as early as this Sunday. Last week I was on the choir/band trip to Edmonton; that travel journal will be up eventually too.

This week I wrote four tests, three of them math, including my midterm, which was today. Yeah, I know, what the hell were we doing writing midterms the week before the end of semester, and the answer is that Anal sucks. He was playing table tennis today, against Jenny and then Rocky. Mikhael played too, and beat an Asian.

So tonight was my first dance show. Last night was the tech rehearsal; I left early, at about nine, and there were still about twenty numbers to go. I did math homework. Today I did history homework, finished most of it. In the last two days I have had three wardrobe malfunctions. The first was as I was getting ready to perform my solo last night; I was tying my shoes and one of my laces broke, provoking a rather loud swear from me. Mao fixed me. The second was also last night; I was in my group costume and doing my homework, and my fishnets became caught on a table leg and ripped. It's only a small hole, but I wanted to keep these when I was finished with this number, and now they are basically ruined. The third was today, and it also involved fishnets, but this time it was not my fault, but Mao's. She didn't have her fishnets, and so because we had to match, I couldn't wear mine. I was wearing black booty shorts underneath, but without the fishnets they ride up, and so, during the dance I practically mooned the first ten rows half a dozen times. Luckily I had warned my family via Mikhael first, so at least they were prepared. I also wasn't called for my group dance until the number before was dancing; actually, that's not true, I was called, but it was by John over the intercom, and because my changeroom is in the tourism room, I didn't hear it. I came backstage literally twenty seconds before I went onstage. We walked off again. Stupid boys. The finale was kind of screwed up again. Donna changed it a bit this year, and people are used to dancing across the stage and not only halfway, and because I am partially responsible for organizing the finale (the only job I agreed to do), I made sure that everybody on Stage Left knew when to stop. The problems came from Stage Right. I think I'll remind them as well tomorrow.

Two shows tomorrow. I'll be going to bed soon.

:)

*-_Mikhael_-* says:
i found you!
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
(k)
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
i looked under a big heavy rock
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
but u werent there
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
then i looked under a bumblebee
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
but u werent there either
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
then i looked in a cubby hole
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
but nope not there either
*-_Mikhael_-* says:
then i came here and i found you!
Soft Core Surrealism - It's a beautiful thing, to learn to fly says:
:)

Tiggerinaboat

I'm home now.