Happy (belated) third blogversary to me...

Fuck, I totally thought my blogversary was today, not yesterday. Fuck.

Okay, here goes:


This past year of blogging started out with me doing something I hope never to do again, that is, helping my grandmother get dressed. Mikhael helped us with our Christmas tree and only one ornament was broken. I received the coolest purse ever for Christmas. James Brown died. The end of the year came chock full of bio, vodka shots and sparkling white wine. Oh, and I got my L.

Christmas break ended with a mad dash to finish that concept map. Much swearing ensued. I developed a cough that took weeks to get rid of. Spoke some French, and some English. Megan and I designed a new line of accessories, called Arthropods Unlimited, or something like that. Noodles and feta.

In February portfolio was dropped and everyone was happy. I watched les triplettes de belleville, something I had been wanting to do for forever. Started rugby and immediately sprained my left pinkie. My shoulder started to hurt, but then it felt better and I thought nothing of it. Then I full-out injured it and spent the next ten weeks on the sidelines. Despite the fact that it was my first Valentines Day with a boyfriend, I didn't celebrate it.

In March I figured out why Anal was so weird: because he likes The Sound of Music. The only place that people seemed to touch me was the injured shoulder and I spent much of the month high on painkillers. Religion pushers with bad grammar got into a fight with dad while mom and I bought a teapot, and I wrote a letter to them, which made the atheists of the internet happy. Mikhael was named Detective of the Month. I went to the birthday party of a relative I had never met before and ate more than my weight in artichoke and cheese dip. I did both of my French orals, individual and group, then barely spoke French ever again. By the end of the month I was angry with a lot of people. Dance people, rugby people, IB students. Oh wait, nothing has changed.

April started out with my ToK group presentation. That was hell. I started rugby again, but only fitness, no contact, to prepare for the Sun Run. I ran the Sun Run under an hour for the first time ever. I also performed Old Turtle; the first performance was great, and by the end of the next week I hated it. Dance competitions. Free coffee at Starbucks. Beckie and I went shopping together and I finally bought polka-dotted flats. Mikhael forced me to play tennis and I enjoyed myself. He also wrote a story that I love.

In May I handed in my ToK essay and would not get it back for seven months. Mikhael and I celebrated one year together. I finally was allowed to play contact, and promptly lost the first game that I played, and simultaneously hurt my toe, which has been hurting on and off ever since. Dance competitions. French exam. Went to rugby provincials and finished sixth. Grandma passed away during the rugby banquet and I found out when I got home. Spent two and a half days at home, then left on another trip, with band and choir people.

Band/choir trip. Spent the entire time with Natasha and Grady, because no one else was worth the time. Mikhael found me. Dance shows, wardrobe malfunctions. Dinner with Beckie's family. Buying alcohol. Beckie's dance show. Rescuing Batman. New sunglasses. I wore a dress on the last day of school, only to find out that five other people had planned the very same thing. IB soccer game.

In July I got my very own debit card. Hottest day ever. Cut off all of my hair, something I once swore I'd never do. Jordan visited! and we went for sushi and a movie. Finally got a job. Harry Potter Seven came out and I saw Jordan for the last time until he left me again. Oil spill, cupcakes. Went to Victoria with the family and bought a cool hat book.

August, made a hat that looks like a piece of toast. Then I got new glasses. The world was jealous. Made a kitty litter cake for Erin's birthday. Cupcakes. Pasha was voted off So You Think You Can Dance and I was sad. I started work, finally. I crocheted myself a hat and scarf. Sailing in Denis' boat. PNE.

Work, bean picking, Coke instead of iced tea. Green locker, bread massages. Watching rugby at five in the morning. New running shoes. Matt Good in concert, sore throat for a week. Previous two not related in any way. First ribbon in cross country in two years.

October, shopping with Grandma. Senior Sail. We were all so pretty. Girls who are both very loud and very tone deaf who think they can sing. Swedish Chef. Krisha tried to convince Martin that his yard stick belonged to her. We all wondered why the hell he had a yard stick in the first place. I turned seventeen. We went for spaghetti and animated shorts. Mikhael killed my rib. Dressed up as a piece of toast for Halloween and quit my job.

November I was consumed by schoolwork. Dinner with Beckie and friends. Made incredibly good birthday cupcakes and decorated them with a brand new star tip. Accidentally cut a hole in my right middle nail while shaving my legs. I don't recommend doing that. It really hurt. Sugar low. Power outages that had Erin and I singing, 'All You Need is Gloves'. Mikhael and I celebrated a year and a half together. I decided that I wasn't going to try as hard to disguise the fact that I don't like most people. Nobody noticed because everyone was equally bitchy. We surprised Martin with a lemon meringue pie. I cut my own hair the day before my grad pics. They still turned out alright.

December to present, school. We named our fetal pig Galileo, then dissected him. The longer he sat, the smellier he became. I crocheted a hat for myself that looks like a cupcake. Solo in choir. Started decorating our Christmas tree.

That's my year. It kind of sucked.

*This post has taken three days to write. The last few days will come when it's not three in the morning.