My jaw hurts

Saturday. Slept in, computerness, then went with the family to see Enchanted. It was cheesy and cliché, and I absolutely LOVED it. Afterwards we discovered that I have Jesus on speedial.

Sunday, slept in even more, and did nothing all day until I had to leave for dance, but when we got there, the place was dark, so we came home and ate a rather fantastic dinner. There was rice. I missed rice.

Today I took the train to choir, then for the rest of the school day, alternated between being really energetic and really frustrated about everything. There was an assembly to commemorate the Senior Boys Soccer Team being the provincial champions, which had the cheerleaders pissed.

I love Meryl Streep's cheekbones.

High-Carb Mathematics

Long week.

It all started with me being pissed off because everyone in choir is an idiot. Insert page-long rant to Beckie in my journal here. I was also pissed with my hair and I'm pretty sure I ranted on about it all day. The English trial sucked as much as before, so I doodled in my journal, not my sketchbook like I probably should have been doing. Krisha, Megan and Jocelyn had NS distract Martin while they laid out a slice of lemon meringue pie and a cup of tea on a tablecloth, complete with a little vase with flowers borrowed from Ms Herzog. It went over quite well.

Tuesday there was much bio-ing, then Ms Herzog announced that we were going to have a tribate, and I decided to be a witness on the pro Mao side. Beckie too, of course. Watched a movie with Disco Mao in it. Wrote dirty IB pickup line haikus in English.

Wednesday was preparing for tribate, and talking in Engish about how the trial was a complete waste of my time. In bio we pit on beer goggles and walked around cones. Some people were really good at it. I really sucked.

Thursday was the beginning of the tribate, I made a nice speech, then journal talked with Beckie for the rest of History. Drew a tiny doodle of Mao with angel wings and a halo. Grad pics turned out great, even with the whole hair sticking up in the back thing.

Today there was much crying, but not on my part. IB sucks. We smoked in bio, over at the smoke pit. It was freezing.

I have noticed that practically every store in Maple Ridge has the same 'open' sign. Costco must have had a sale.

Harry Potter and the Nodes of Ranvier

Friday was better than Thursday, I think. In any case, I was just glad it was Friday. I went over to Mikhael's after school and he gave me a back rub because my back really hurt for some reason.

Yesterday I took some time off from spending time with my family to get some homework done, then I braved the weather to have my hair cut. Grace wasn't in, it's like she knows when I'm coming, but I needed my hair cut and I don't have any more time before Thursday, so I went in anyways. I've decided that although she straightened my hair and it looked really good (I want a straightener now, so all of you kids googling Literary Murder IB, or something similar, I think you should all chip in a give a few bucks to Mikhael to buy me a late birthday present/Christmas present), I'm not happy with the cut, and neither the woman who cut my hair yesterday nor Grace listened to me at all (when I say I want it shorter in the back, I mean it), and so I think it's time for a change of hairdressers. I'm not happy with my hair, but I don't have time to have it fixed before my grad picture.

Today mom, Erin and I (dad was pissy about something and didn't come, in fact, I haven't really seen or spoken to him since breakfast) left a little early to check out the Swedish Christmas craft fair. It had normal Christmas craft fair-y stuff, though more Scandinavian, though there was one table I really liked that sold purses, I really want one of the ones with the pear print, but not only sold purses, but the matching handbag, coin purse, napkins and socks. Pretty cool. There was a table advertising three chances at tombola for five dollars, so mom paid up and we each had a go. I don't know what it is about me and craft fairs, back when we had a table at the Mission Christmas craft fair I'd win something in the raffle almost every year, and I picked a number with a zero on it this time, and left with a serving tray with matching coasters, napkins and two hand-painted, wooden butter knives. Mom and Erin made me enter some other raffle and put my name on all three tickets.

Next it was off to the Burnaby craft fair nearby, which the family went to last week, but apparently most of the vendors were different this week. There was one table with really nice scarves, and I was particularly interested in one, it was brown gauze with velvety polka dots, but it was a little expensive, thirty-eight dollars (we're stingy), and nothing else interested us that much, so we left without even entering the raffle (How lucky do you think I am? said I).

We went to the CBC radio two orchestra concert at the Chan next. The theatre was more full than we had seen it for a while, just from looking at it you would have thought Stuart Maclean was hosting, but no, it was Bill Richardson who snorted at one point. Quite funny. The program was very good, it was all Spanish music, though the first piece was the world premiere of a Spanishesque piece composed by a man who sounded like Stephane Dion. One piece included a guest guitarist who was so passionate and into the piece that it was amusing to watch him, even when he wasn't playing. The second half was the music from a Spanish ballet, with a wonderful contralto singing all of the parts.

We went for dinner at the Red Onion like we always do, even though dad wasn't there.

Mikhael is telling me to go to bed.

Mr Martin quote of the past week: "Nobody knows what's going on. We're totally buffaloed."

Lawrence's Water Buffalo

Yesterday history test that I think I did well on, today math test that I think I did okay on. I've taken up drinking tea during block three. English trial is abysmal. Didn't do as well as I wanted to on the bio test. So so SO mad at Denis. He hurt my feelings. Inconsiderate bastard.

Choir tomorrow morning. Blah

Going to bed early in order to not be a complete vegetable tomorrow.

Why I hate everyone

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I woke up early, went to Mikhael's, him Beckie and I watched Iron Chef and ate cheese pizza, then Beckie left and Mikhael and I continued what we had been doing before she left, minus the pizza, because we had eaten it all. For laughs and giggles, and for a change in scenery, we watched an episode of Family Guy before I left, but I had seen the episode before.

Things went a little downhill at Coquitlam Station because I started to bitch about IB kids, and by the time I went to bed my heart was racing because I was so angry, and I was about ready to kill someone.

Restless night, and I got up this morning, mood unchanged. It got worse and worse till sometime halfway through bio, then it was better till English, then I was angry again, but to control it I wrote a list of why I hate my English class. It has fifteen reasons so far, though one pertains to NS and one specifically to Yuan. I decided I needed to be more honest and spent most of the block ranting to Arnold, because he's pretty good. I like Arnold. He's not on my 'kill everyone' list.

The restaurant we're going to for my parents' thirtieth anniversary next month has two tuna dishes. I'm quite pleased.

All You Need is Gloves

I've been staring at this blank blog posty thing for nearly an hour. It's not blank anymore.

Friday there were Remembrance Day assemblies, and they succeeded in making me feel pissed off and useless. Also, the longer I sang the more my voice cracked, and the more my ribs hurt.

Did nothing in Math, did nothing in History (wrote things in Mikhael's planner), did nothing in English.

Yesterday was the first time in the past month or so where I've actually felt happy. I went over to Mikhael's for a while, we were watching Ace of Cakes, then we bussed down to Coquitlam Centre to buy Pocky at the TnT and bought mango mousse, tiramisu mousse and Thomas the Tank Engine chocolate, then we went to SilverCity to see Across the Universe. Mikhael didn't understand it, I loved it. However, it still took me a good twenty-four hours to figure out that the guy who sounded and looked like Bono, was actually Bono.

Today I bussed to dance, but no one was there, so I bussed home, wasting two hours of my life. Very windy. Woman across from me on the bus was wearing almost an identical jacket. Power went out, Erin and I played crib by oil lamp and sang songs.First came "All You Need is Love," because I've had it stuck in my head since yesterday, then "All You Need is Beer," then "All You Need is Gloves," then both Goldfish jingles, then "You Make Me Feel Like Peeing," because we both had to pee (the candle in the bathroom smelled like maple), then the original "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing," then back to "All You Need is Gloves."

It's now after midnight, which means that Mikhael and I have been dating for eighteen months. It's 'cuz we're awesome.

Graphing Calculator Manipulation for Dummies

For those of you googling Literary Murder IB, or something similar, stop it. You'll find nothing useful here, and this blog isn't worth reading anyway.

I had my first big sugar low in a long time this morning after choir. Luckily Mikhael and SUS set me up with some food before I collapsed.

I think I did fairly well on the bio test today. I hate multiple choice.

Other possible title for today:

"Thou shalt not eateth of the kidney bean," said Mr Martin.
-Megan

Le sigh

I'm pretty depressed right now.

I can't really think of anything significant happening today, other than I got my flu shot. I think I did well on today's bio test. I'm a little more worried about tomorrow's.

Happy birthday Jordan. Wish you were here.

I remain largely unimpressed

Yesterday felt very long. I started on a new art project and did absolutely nothing in three of my classes. Went for a run after school with Mikhael, Brett and Eric, then went to Mikhael's for an hour and a half of TV and a fifteen-minute power nap, then it was back to school for post-secondary night, during which Mikhael gave both Beckie and I shoulder massages because he is wonderful. My birthday cupcakes were very well received by all.

Today I was woken up way too early by the unmistakable sound of a cat throwing up in my room.

It was grad transitions day today, and, although they said that it was necessary that we go, I'm not sure why I left my bed at all this morning. We couldn't figure out what a guy on a bike had to do with us graduating, then all of our classes were too short to do anything productive. Math was cancelled.

I nicked my right middle nail with my razor while shaving my legs and gouged a big chunk out of it, almost all the way through. It really hurts. I have a bandaid keeping it all together.

Every second word of this post was spelled wrong

Friday I drew a walrus. Mikhael and I went candy shopping and it failed miserably, putting me into a sour mood for the rest of the evening.

Yesterday I went to the clinic and had my ribs checked out; the joint where cartilage meets bone is inflamed, caused by falling, bumping into things, bear hugs and coughing too much, and now I'm hyped up on painkillers. Later I went to the Cactus Club for dinner with Beckie, Shelby and Caitlyn, sort of a birthday thing for Beckie. Went to Erin's and watched an episode of Andromeda, because it was either that or hockey.

Today did World Lit and made cupcakes which taste really really really good. My head is muddled cuz of my drugginess and I've been finding it hard to work on my paper. Pretty sure I'm going to get shit on it, which means bad predicted grade, which means unis won't want me. Le sigh. I still have History homework because I completely forgot about it this weekend. So fucked.

I want André's msn

Now that Halloween is over, Ms Herzog has removed Vlad the squeaking bat from the front of her room.

I spent the first twenty minutes of art removing yarn from Maria's hair.

I'm a witness for the Literary Murder trial. Like Sam, when a trial was announced, we both said 'fuck no' to being lawyers.