So Cold...

Bridge over troubled broccoli

2008-01-12T23:44:00.000-08:00

Sunday: Went to a CBC concert, Baroque by Request. It was a good concert, but it sounded like the soundtrack from Fantasia. We went to the Red Onion as always, but my stomach hurt and I couldn't eat anything. Our waitress gave me free bagel thins and water without ice in it because we're regulars.

Monday: It was so hard to get up. I arrived at school in a crap mood because it was snowing, I had to take public transit and my feet were cold. Blood testing in bio. I found out that I've been lied to all these years. Herzog did a mini 'review' quiz with us, and I only got eight out of ten right :( Oh well, it was just for fun.

Tuesday: MY GRAD DRESS ARRIVED! I tried it on and took pictures, but I won't post them here. Normal schoolish things, did some serious work on my History IA, and finally decided what it was on.

Wednesday: Got new music in choir. Tons of work on my History IA. Met with Saucy about EE. Canker sore on the tip of my tongue, just off-centre. It hurt.

Thursday: Took pictures of SUS' sketching. We played with playdough in bio, or was that Wednesday. I can't remember. Finished my History.

Friday: Incredibly tired. Between block one and after school I managed to finished the art project I was working on. Poked at a kidney. Spent more awake time in my room than I have in a long time, just listening to my mp3 and laying on my bed hugging Wilson.

Today: Worked on EE and fish sculpture. Decided on the type of stone I'm going to be using for my grad jewellery. Chrysophrase. I've found better pictures, but this picture shows off the colour of my dress the best.

Watching SNL.

I don't know why Pink Panther is a brand of insulation, 'cuz insulation shouldn't be that sneaky

2008-01-05T23:11:00.000-08:00

Okay, quick overview.

Sunday 23rd: Snowshoeing. Really pretty, forgot my camera. Got cold when we stopped and Yuan wasn't feeling well. I hate falling snow. Ate a big cookie. Dinner with grandma and family, kids were rowdy.

Monday 24th: Can't really remember. I tracked Santa for the seven hours before midnight, then went to bed.

Tuesday 25th: Didn't leave the house, staying true to my tradition. It snowed a little bit. Got a shitload of stuff. Turkey dinner. I ate a lot of yams. Played crib with the family.

Wednesday 26th: Wore new clothing. True to another tradition, I didn't participate in boxing day. Argh, my pictures don't tell me anything. There's a picture of the back of Erin's head, Sally asleep on a chair, and my knee. I signed up on ToyVoyagers.

Thursday 27th: Went skating with Mikhael, friends and Yuri Gagarin. Went over to Mikhael's after.

Friday 28th: Sent Yuri Gagarin on a world tour, starting with Germany.

Saturday 29th: Felt pretty and took lots of pictures of myself. I dunno what else.

Sunday 30th: Parents' thirtieth anniversary. Went for a nice dinner. Ate tuna. Got into a car accident. Ruined my evening.

Monday 31st: Sent five postcards. Bought two shirts. Went over to Mikhael's for the day. Rented a Jackie Chan with the family and watched it before midnight. Drank boozey coffee. Celebrated New Years with good ice wine in the freezing cold.

Tuesday 1st: Went to VanDusen gardens to see the lights.

That's part one of three.

Wednesday 2nd: Worked on art. Mini nervous breakdown at night about school.

Thursday 3rd: Mikhael's, where I got lots done and had a nice nap.

Friday 4th: So incredibly, very sick. So much pain. Worst bus ride of my life. Felt incredibly unwelcome. Spent the evening on mom and dad's bed with apple juice and cats.

Today 5th: Spent at home, recovering. Parents left me alone for a while which was nice. Can't eat food.

Happy (belated) third blogversary to me...

2007-12-23T23:28:00.000-08:00

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.

So...

2007-12-22T23:15:00.000-08:00

Big post coming tomorrow. Last few weeks, don't even really want to talk about them. Very incredibly busy. WL2, chocolate, math tests, bio tests, cupcakes, cribbage, new computers, panic attacks. The usual. Until tomorrow, here's a picture of Erin and I as we started to decorate the tree tonight:

You see, we were unpacking a box of ornaments, when we found two apples. Real apples. In the box. For a year. Not completely rotten. Needless to say, we were really confused.

Sorrysorrysorry

2007-12-15T23:46:00.000-08:00

Will post when I'm not busy. Maybe next weekend. Hopefully sooner.

The Effeminate Poncho

2007-12-03T22:25:00.000-08:00

On Tuesday there was no running, not that I would have gone anyway, because I was working on my art. Mikhael hung out for a while, but left for his shots, so I spent a good hour talking to Jacob as we worked on our projects.

Wednesday we made Robert look like a Teletubby in English while some people were figuring out the projector for their little Chile presentations, the I went home and spent the evening making cupcakes, eighteen pumpkin and twelve yellow. With green icing.

Thursday in art we had a potluck and watched a documentary thing. It was parent/teacher interview day, so I went to Mikhael's for a while after school. While I was there my Christmas present came! I have a fantabulously wonderful new winter jacket, that's WARM!

Friday we started dissecting our bio piggies. I named ours Galileo. We managed to get the smelliest one. Mikhael's after school again.

Saturday it snowed, so I stayed inside all day. Mom gave me my advent calendar and it's huge this year.

Yesterday I started making a cupcake toque, my own design. I've changed icing colours since then, but it's progressing very well. This is the first time I've really crocheted anything completely from my head. I hope it works out.

Today consisted of crocheting in class; nobody cared except Edgington. It was blues so Esaly and I followed Beckie, Roo and Karolina into NS' room, where they were taking pictures for their presentation. Good fun, that. Got some great shots of Beckie. Today also included thinking up as many French stereotypes as we could. In history I sort of came up with an idea that will make our presentation awesome.

My jaw hurts

2007-11-26T23:42:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-23T23:51:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-18T22:04:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-15T21:36:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-13T23:15:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-11T23:53:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-08T20:19:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-07T23:09:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-06T23:27:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-04T22:13:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-01T23:36:00.001-07:00

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.

The deffication hits the fan

2007-10-31T23:05:00.000-07:00

The family, Mikhael and I went to the Gastown Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner on Saturday, I got birthday spumoni, and then we went to the Emily Carr Institute for an evening of Vancouver and international animated shorts, all free.

Sunday I was incredibly bitchy and sat on the computer all day.

Monday we were given a colouring assignment in History and we ran hills in cross country, which made me think that my left side had died for the rest of the day. There was an assembly, and I was referred to as 'the girl in the green hat,' although, clearly, it was a toque.

Yesterday I talked about scuba diving in English and finished that damn painting for art. Mikhael picked me up to swing me around and managed to bruise my rib, or something. I spent the night trying to sleep on my back, all drugged up.

Today I dressed up as a piece of toast and went forth to spread my toastyness. Here's me with Katherine the toddler and André, one of the guys from the Matrix, which I haven't seen. Any of them.

There was a parade, and more drawing in History. Part of the Matrix was acted out in History by half of the physics class visiting, and in Bio Ms Edgington dismissed Sabot's class just for fun. Math was a work block, so I sketched some shit, then read. We watched a fifteen minute movie with NS in it being the bad guy, but I didn't particularly enjoy it. I had work, and I quit. I'll miss the people, but whatever.

24 Hours, drug myself into oblivion, then bed. I'm exhausted.

Boo Hiss Hickle Hick

2007-10-26T22:09:00.000-07:00

So today was pretty good.

There spirit assembly was today, and it didn't suck as much as it usually does. I loved the Senior Skit (The Wizard of Moody, where they made fun of half the teachers in the school) and the breakdance team did Mr DeVita's Parabola Dance.

I ran into M. Bellemare and he proceeded to speak to me in French. I was determined not to just to piss him off :) I did understand everything he said. That man does not give me enough credit.

Krisha managed to convince Mr Martin that his yardstick belonged to her. Then we accused him of not drawing straight lines.

"Mr Martin, what kind of line is that!"
"It's a, a, theoretical line"
"Mr Martin, if Mr Ramsay saw this he'd have a fit!"

The TOC we had in block five was very chatty. I quite liked her, but by the time we got around to doing anything we only had half an hour to work on our world lit one papers.

Mikhael gave me presents today. Thanks for the wallet and opal :)

I called the parents to come pick me up from the station, only to hear that they had gone to the Frogstone for dinner. Dad picked me up and we got to the restaurant just in time for dessert.

Postcard from the Netherlands today :)

Cold Buns

2007-10-25T22:50:00.000-07:00

Today I was supposed to do a bio lab, but I didn't.
Today I was supposed to start my world lit one paper, but I didn't.
Today I forgot that I had a math test, but I had it anyway.

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader has new fifth graders. I miss Jacob already. Are You Smarter Than A Canadian Fifth Grader didn't have any history questions. I was sad.

Blahh. Watch this.

Blah

2007-10-24T18:03:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was Mole Day. Robert hung out with us in art for no apparent reason; we were in the other room. In bio we watched a movie and I nearly fell asleep. As soon as Martin stopped speaking I was practically dragged to the floor, where I served as Megan's pillow for most of the remainder of block three. History was the brunt of the debate, despite our team being down two second wavers, Ryan and Beckie. English we watched people perform things. Robert threw a teddy bear and nearly took out NS's head.

I had a fabulous beet salad at dinner.

The tone deaf girl wasn't standing behind me today. I left choir early to catch the cross country bus. Our race was in Aldergrove and it was all icky and raining all morning. Five steps into my race I stepped in a hole and rolled my ankle. Finished the race nearly last. Oh well, shit happens. Denis was top three in his race for the first time, but Mikhael was all asthmatic and didn't do too well. My poor baby.

My eyes are aqua today.

I have decided...

2007-10-22T19:06:00.000-07:00

I am going to force myself to start blogging every day again, if only for five minutes. I really need to get that tattooed on my arm or something.

Hypothetically, if you were a bear...

2007-10-22T19:01:00.000-07:00

I'm in a terrible mood.

It all started with mom being all bitchy this morning. I leeched into me somehow. Next, at choir, some girl who was an alto is now a soprano, and normally I wouldn't care, but she's loud, she stood right behind me, and she's FUCKING TONE DEAF. I had to sing louder than usual (and I'm pretty damn loud already) just to keep myself and Jen from screwing up because of her, and that meant that we totally overpowered the altos despite half of the sopranos being sick for some reason (though I alone could overpower the altos). Next in art, not only was I forced to critique early in the morning and on an empty stomach, I kept hurting myself on one of the tables; first I smacked my face into it, then my right hand, then my elbow. Grrrr. Then in bio Ms Edgington told Mikhael 'no more touchy touchy' with me in class, which is stupid, because it's not like we ever do that. I sit next to a window. It was incredibly cold today. Mikhael gave me his hoodie and had his arm around my shoulders. We sit in a back corner so it's not like we're distracting anyone. Bitch. Nothing badish really happened for a few more hours, though Mikhael would like to point out that Eric is in my history class and he sucks, or something like that. I had nothing to do with him today. Let's see, I also forgot to bring cupcakes to school, so I didn't have any cupcakes for myself, Mikhael, Beckie or Kenard, because it was his birthday on the fourteenth and I didn't get him anything. Cross country practice kind of sucked on account of me eating crappy foods and sitting on my computer working on my extended essay all weekend. Three thousand five hundred twenty-one words, by the way. Just after practice I got a text from Alexis about meeting so I could give her the petitions that she asked me to get people at my school to fill last week about letting the students of Terry Fox use their own theatre for drama practice and school performances, but I don't have any because my partner-in-crime for the whole petition thing was very sick last week and because of that, my extended essay and my three days of bio testing I completely forgot, and now I feel completely horrible because I said that I would help and I didn't. Lastly, and pretty much mostly, I got home and looked at my phone for the first time in hours, only to see a message from my work saying that I was supposed to work today. Fuck. Well, if I had gotten changed and turned around, by the time I got to work my shift would be half over (why they would schedule me in for a three-hour shift is beyond me).

The only light in my day, was my extended essay. Not only was I one of the few people to make the deadline (and in doing so I found favour with Saucier, which is very very very good), but my first draft is way closer to the actual word limit than almost everyone else who handed theirs in today (by about a thousand words, on average).

I have exams from May 5th to 15th. That leaves time for rugby provincials. After that the only school I have is choir at 7:30am twice a week. Blah.

Pics from Senior Sail

2007-10-13T23:11:00.000-07:00

First four photos courtesy of Beckie.

Beckie and I

Beckie, Me, Mikhael Denis

We found Yuan

Louise, Beckie, Brian, Mikhael, Denis

Louise, Beckie, Me, Katherine

Mikhael and I

Omar and I, with Alex in the background

Omar, Me, Beckie

Mikhael and I

Mikhael and I, and Sam's back

Denis in his 'Soviet Coat' with Jas hanging on for no apparent reason

Part of Beckie's head, Katherine, Me

Second attempt

We finally got someone to take it for us

Tena and I

Tena and Beckie

Tena, Beckie, Megan, SUS

Megan and I

Beckie, Megan, Me, Carolee

Kevin, Mikhael, Yuan

Brian and Mikhael trying to look cool

I caught Megan off-guard

'Russian Power' Mikhael and Denis

Me, Ilona

Ilona, Beckie

Jas was trying to take pictures of Mikhael and I doing that Titanic thing, but he couldn't get a good angle

Mikhael and Alex

I call this one, 'Me, Beckie and Kevin's Tie'

Same picture, only with Kevin's face

Mikhael and I

Beckie and Mikhael

Louise, Me

SUS, Me

Me, Andre

Beckie, Andre

Mikhael and I

Rocky, Mikhael, Horia, Alim, James, Kevin

Rocky and Mikhael

James, Horia, Me, Mikhael, Rocky, Kevin, Alim

Me, Alex

Yuki and Mikhael

Denis and Mikhael dancing

Mikhael and I during one of the two slow dances

Beckie and Denis

A warm duck is much better than a frozen duck

2007-10-01T23:45:00.000-07:00

Yesterday took grandma shopping with mom. Came home with shower gel. Damn straight. Moved grandma out of her room because they are renoing it a bit (and cleaning it, thank god), and then was getting into the car to go to dance and the door slammed on my right knee.

Dance was fine, it was very warm in the studio.

Today cross country, good run. Was all autumnish.

Betty loves my scarf.

The word 's' has a 'lisp' in it

2007-09-29T21:52:00.000-07:00

So, this week. Well, it's been quite hellish. And so very busy. I had a math test yesterday and I made a number of stupid mistakes. I also had to put up with Beckie (who was at that state of exhaustion where everything is funny) alternate between obsessing over a mistake she made on the test and laughing hysterically while trying to work on a history project with her.

My arm-bruise is still there, and, as Mikhael puts it, "I B Hurtin'" (Hahaha).

Yesterday in English we were playing games and NS told us to, in our groups (mine ended up being Ilona, Marianne, Gary and Caitlin) perform a great work of literature in five 'photos', though we were allowed a few lines of dialogue if we chose. One group chose Romeo and Juliet (we decided that Shakespeare was too boring), one group the Bible (we wondered how one could perform the bible in just five photos), one group the IB Math SL Data Booklet ("We're parabolas!") and us, Green Eggs and Ham. My idea. I was Sam I Am because I knew the story best.

We also were given a title to a story and we had to act that out in five photos. Two of them were really morbid (Aram being gang beaten and Yuan being hit by multiple cars) and two of them were about failing IB exams. Just shows you where our minds are at. Robert playing Saucier was hilarious.

I received my first ribbon for cross country since grade ten. Seventh. I always get the purple ones. I talked to Jenny about IB (she's in grade eleven) and she said that it was refreshing to hear someone in IB that didn't want to go into a medical profession.

I'm currently making mini-cupcakes. Simple simple yellow cakes with chocolate cream cheese icing.

Germany, and possibly Alabama

2007-09-22T19:15:00.000-07:00

This week has been...long.

Umm, I've had a sore throat since Wednesday evening. I sound like crap. It really sucks. Details on my LJ, even though nobody can read it.

I also have a really nice arm-bruise from carrying my textbooks double-bagged on my arm because of the rain yesterday.

PS: this as actually posted a week later. I wrote this before, then forgot to post it. My bad.

PS2: 700th post

Pain! Pain! Giggle

2007-09-15T21:30:00.000-07:00

I'm not directly posting this on my blog, because neither my internet, nor my MSN are working right now.

So...what was the last day...I honestly can't remember, so I'll just start with Sunday. On Sunday we saw Julius Ceaser at Bard on the Beach. It was pretty good, but I prefered Timon of Athens. We beat the rush at Anton's again, where I over-stuffed myself before dance. Dance was soooooooooooooooooooooooooo boring, but it was a meet and greet sort of thing with Amy, who taught us an "advanced" combo. Blah. Beppie and I were so bored.

Monday I bought new shoes!!! Got my special discount, so I splurged. They're sooooo comfy and they match my running outfit :) Colin slapped me in the arm with one of those icky socks.
Martin "Clearly" count: Twenty-Eight

Tuesday I had cross country, but I was really dehydrated because I had to take a smaller bag that couldn't fit my water bottle because I have this weird lump on my collarbone that is just where the straps of my bag rest and if I move them anywhere else they either shift back or my bag falls off my shoulder. Anyways, I was all dehydrated so I didn't run much.
Martin "Clearly" count: Twenty-Six

Wednesday I had work, and I received my first complaint. Asshole. I don't feel like typing it all out, but the general gist is that the guy was way to quick to condemn me, especially if he didn't realize that I was with a customer at the time, and also there's no way for me to know that there's someone waiting at the front cash for help if he doesn't ask them to page one of us. Honestly.
Martin "Clearly" count: Fourteen, because we spent half an hour talking about HDTVs.

Today I had a meeting with Ms Gardnner after school that was supposed to take approximately forty-five minutes, but ended up taking two hours. She gave me a lot to think about, which I would have done, but I had a shitload of homework tonight.
Martin "Clearly" count: Only fifteen. I suppose he just wasn't really in the mood.

Is that a yes or an if?

2007-09-08T23:57:00.000-07:00

I haven't been updating because I've been working late and school and everything, but soon I will have a quick update on the past week. I'm watching Saturday Night Live right now, and I'm going to be waking up at five to hopefully watch some rugby.

Aww, hell, I'll do it now.

Monday was lazy and I didn't do anything.

Tuesday I met with Mikhael at Starbucks and we hung out at school for hours before we had to actually be there. Because of that we got first pick of my advisory's (sorry, phoenix's) lockers, and scored a green one, four lockers away from the old one.

Me and my new locker:

I had work after, and every evening until Friday I closed with Kailey.

Wednesday was the first day of classes and it was long and tedious.

Thursday in math I started a Mr Martin "clearly" count that I will continue for the rest of the semester. On Thursday he said "clearly" twenty-two times.

Yesterday's "clearly" count was thirty-seven. It helps me concentrate, you know. We had the obligatory beginning-of-the-year assembly, where Beckie was mildly embarrassed for wearing a low-cut shirt and I received a great right arm massage.

Today I went over to Mikhael's, where we played tennis and on swings, and did an art project.

Tomorrow I am buying running shoes, going to Bard on the Beach (Julius Ceasar) and going to dance.

Other possible titles for this post:

Stuck with Fish
Because everyone needs a locker walrus (And my locker WILL have a locker walrus, come Monday, if I remember)
Veal Numbers
You've gotta be nutsos
I need to massage my bread

Strippers in Stereo

2007-09-02T23:30:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official that school starts tomorrow: I turned on my school-time alarm again.

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Friday started off with a trip to Grace, who was very excited to see me again. She gave my hair a trim, added some texture, and nearly bankrupted herself because of the amount of product she put in my hair. Mom and I went bra shopping and ate Japanese in the Coquitlam Centre food court. We walked through H&M, but mom didn't seem as excited as I was, so we didn't stay long. Beckie and I have agreed that as soon as we both have a Sunday off we're spending it at H&M.

I had work that evening. It was actually quite peaceful closing, but I was exhausted and the family was late picking me up.

Saturday I worked again. Despite there being a giant sale on, it was pretty slow. I wasn't feeling very well for the first couple hours, but then Mikhael came to buy things and I forgot about that and my boredom. He bought me Timbits and a Coke, despite the fact that I specifically requested an iced tea, then came over for an hour to pick beans.

Yesterday Erin and I watched Whose Line is it Anyway? Sketches on YouTube and ate Annie's. I put the top part of my hair in little pigtails to keep it out of my face and ended up looking like something out of Dr Seuss, but I didn't mind one bit.

Today I watched the entire last season of Canada's Next Top Model on Citytv. Nobody I want to win ever wins.

Oh, and we watched two movies this weekend. The first one was Blades of Glory, because the rest of the family hadn't seen it yet. We watched most of the bonus features after, something we never do. The second one was He Died with a Felafel in his Hand, and it was seriously fucked. Something about all of those manic-depressive Australians just didn't sit with me.

Grand Theft Avocado

2007-08-30T15:48:00.000-07:00

Sunday I worked. Later that evening we watched the last half of Harry Potter Three because there was nothing else on.

Monday Mikhael and I went to the PNE. I had to pretend to be twelve for a while because Mikhael's company is cheap. We did all of those normal PNE things, like taking pictures of Gumby and shooting darts. Mikhael won us a brown sea turtle that we named Fabio. He's our second baby. I didn't lose my wallet this time.

Tuesday I made cupcakes, but they were experimental and didn't turn out as good as I had hoped. The icing is fantastic though, coffee liqueur cream cheese icing.

Yesterday I went to work prepared for an eleven to four shift, and it turned out to be an eleven to seven-thirty shift. Oh well. I met one of the cashiers, her name is Meredith and she plays rugby for Thomas Haney. We went on our break together. About half an hour before my shift was over Meredith Kailey and I were goofing around, since there was nobody in the store. We were all mad at Matt because he kept on stealing customers. Bastard. I sold about $1100.

Today I have been working on my extended essay. In a little less than an hour I'm heading to Coquitlam to meet with one of the new owners of my dance school to beg on my knees for a solo and nothing else. Blah.

Watermelon and Strudels

2007-08-25T23:58:00.000-07:00

Denis took Mikhael and I sailing today.

Mikhael eats a strudel while he skippers. Such talent.

Denis, "post-strudel"

There aren't any pictures of me on the boat, but imagine me in sweats and a yellow pfd.

The boat on the dock, with Denis and his dad

Denis derigging

Mikhael and I took the bags up. Mikhael gave me a ride in the dolly thing, but I couldn't see over the top, so I had no idea if I was going to land in the water or not =/

Part of the marina (and a cormorant)

The marina from the top of the ramp

Mikhael and I decided to take pictures

Not the best picture (would have been better if you hadn't moved, silly), but the streetlights coming out of his head are kind of funny

All tired

My hair is crappy because I was wearing a toque all day.

I don't know why Mikhael took a picture of me from this angle

The only downside was that they were all speaking Russian to each other and I couldn't understand them. Geez Mikhael.

40% Water

2007-08-24T23:28:00.000-07:00

Wednesday dad was home again, which meant that I didn't get any work done on my extended essay yet again. We went to the Hamada for lunch and I made golden butter cupcakes with chocolate cream cheese icing.

Yesterday I worked for five hours and learned that my shoes pick up absolutely everything. Came home feeling tired and ate a cupcake.

Today dad and I went to The Lunch Doctor and I spent more time in my room awake than I do in a month.

Tomorrow I'm GOING SAILING IN DENIS' BOAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

United and Gloating

2007-08-21T23:51:00.000-07:00

Dad was home again today, and apparently tomorrow too. We went to subway for lunch where he ran into an old student from Mary Hill Junior High, from about eighteen years ago. We had a coupon, so my footlong veggie was free.

I've been having a now increasingly ongoing tiff with my dance school. I sort of ranted to my LJ. I'd post a link here, but it's friends-locked. The general gist is that I want a solo and no group, and they want me to have a solo and a group with girls a couple years younger than I've been dancing. I'm meeting with what seems to be the slightly more reasonable of the two new owners, Ginny, Thursday evening. Can't make exceptions my ass.

I finished the scarf that matches my new hat today, so I'll post pictures of both of them now.

The Hat:

The Scarf:

Both of Them:

Pre-Marital Hand-Holding

2007-08-20T23:02:00.000-07:00

Friday I don't seem to have done anything. Erin came over early because she needed her dress modified before a high school friend's wedding on Sunday. I started making a hat.

Saturday I finished my hat, but I won't post pictures until I finish the accompanying piece, which should be tomorrow. We rented The Prestige, which also happened to be the featured movie on IMDb.

Yesterday I helped Dad with some pamphlet thing for a few hours, then he took a nap, then we worked on it again, then there was this whole issue with printing it out, which meant that mom stole the computer for an hour and a half, leaving me to crochet and talk to Mikhael on speakerphone in my room.

Today Dad stayed home for whatever reason, so after he worked on whatever for a while (including an hour to check his email, because he type with his middle fingers) and I crocheted with a cat on my lap, we decided that we were both starving and went for lunch, where I drank an entire pot of tea. We decided that we were in no hurry to go home, and thought up a bunch of errands. We went to Costco (which was packed, for some reason) to buy contacts, Save On for margarine, which we then returned because we didn't have our card and we could have saved fifty percent, Staples, for eight and a half by fourteen paper and a cash box for Dad's office, Safeway, for margarine, that we didn't return, and we managed to save a couple dollars, Langley Farms Market for whatever we felt we needed, then home. I crocheted nearly the entire time.

Mom emailed Erin about the wedding today:

Mom: How did it go? Did you leave them all breathless in your designer dress?

Erin: Of course I did. Actually Jessica's highschool friends table was probably the best dressed, overall.

As far as the wedding goes, the ceremony itself was pretty short, but after that things started running behind schedule. They took an extra hour and a half for pictures than was originally planned while everyone just sat around the tables without any sort of drinks, appetizers or entertainment. After that, there was an hour of speeches and baby stories and an hour of watching the wedding party play trivia games that we weren't allowed to take part in. Dinner was served three hours late and then we had to watch a twenty minute long re-enactment of Jessica and Steve's first date acted out with Transformers action figures.

Two tables were gone before the cake was cut. Our entire table left early and went to a party because Devon's back for one day.

Abby: . . .

The way I see it, is if you have been living together for three years already, and have a one year-old son, doing all of this is kind of stupid and redundant. Especially the stagette. Honestly.

Worms and Coffee

2007-08-16T15:51:00.000-07:00

Oh poor neglected blog. I'm sorry.

Sunday we went to see Romeo and Juliet at Bard on the Beach. It was pretty good, despite it being tied with Midsummer Night's Dream as my least favourite. During intermission we were eating ice cream, and I recycled our boxes, despite their being no ice cream box recycling receptacles anymore, by putting it on top of a drinks recycling bin, and I actually started something. People started recycling too. Of course, the majority of people are still asshats and threw theirs out, and so every time it happened I plucked it out of the garbage, tsking while they were still standing there, and recycled it. To reward my wonderful behavior, mom bought me an early Christmas present, but I don't get it until Christmas.

Here is the fruit of my labour:

We had dinner at Anton's, where we beat the lineup by minutes. Literally. I'm still not finished my leftovers.

Monday I wore a dress for no particular reason, because it's not like I left the house or anything. I have gotten rid of most of my summer flab. Thank god.

I had work Tuesday morning. It was pretty dead, but the few people I did help told the cashier that I was incredibly helpful and nice. Really, I had nothing better to do than follow women around and re-hang pants. I got a gummi worm for my efforts from Colin.

When I got home I set to work making pirate-themed cupcakes fora tea party. I was in a bit of a hurry, so my decorating was...shit, but they tasted fine, so whatever. I had a hunch that something was up when I called Mia and she wasn't home, so I called Mom and she told me to wait around and call later, and she'd drive me to Poco when she got home from work. Meanwhile Mikhael stopped by to drop of the book that was essential to the research for my extended essay, so I gave him two cupcakes and a glass of milk, then sent him home. As for the party, I was right; I called Mia a little later and she told me that it had been postponed, and sorry that nobody remembered to call or text me. That's what I get for being out of the loop. Oh well, more cupcakes for me. I'm even eating the ones with the grog-flavoured mints, because they don't really taste like rum.

Yesterday I didn't do much, though I did finish House of the Spirits, which means I'm finished the IB 12 reading list. Damn straight. I also came across this and decided that I wanted to help. I'll be sending off some squares in a few days.

Today I spent most of my awake time wandering around my house in booty shorts, a sports bra and a sweater (the living room curtains were open), alternating between extended essay research, LiveJournal and doing core to The Shopping Bags. And eating peas. Peas in pods. In the eveningish Mom and I switched roles for a while; she spent time on the computer and I cooked dinner. We both watched So You Think You Can Dance. I'm happy Sabra won, though it could have been any of them this year, but I'm still bitter about Pasha. The tiniest tiniest bit of me died inside when the cute Russian was voted off. Mikhael had this to say:

Soft Core Surrealism says: nobody i want to win ever wins :'(
*-_Mikhael_-* says: (k)
*-_Mikhael_-* says: ill win for you ok
*-_Mikhael_-* says: next time they have tryouts
*-_Mikhael_-* says: ill audition
*-_Mikhael_-* says: and even if i cant dance, ill win everyone over with my awesomeness
*-_Mikhael_-* says: they will all vote for me ok
*-_Mikhael_-* says: (k)
Soft Core Surrealism says: okay
*-_Mikhael_-* says: and u can want me to win
*-_Mikhael_-* says: caz i will
*-_Mikhael_-* says: just for you ok
Soft Core Surrealism says: okay

It just goes to show you that the show will never be without it's cute Russian men. Thank god.

Almond paste and Belgian chocolate

2007-08-11T16:59:00.000-07:00

Erin's birthday was on Sunday, so I baked her a very special cake:

We also made a trip to Marks Work Wearhouse and bought things.

The first half of the week was fairly uneventful; I saw the Simpsons Movie with Mikhael and returned my broken sunglasses on Monday; wore my new glasses out.

Tuesday was uneventful.

Wednesday I took some stuff to the drycleaners, then Mikhael came over and we made cupcakes. Iced tea cupcakes with lemon cream cheese icing.

That evening I went to my SportChek orientation. The first thing I did when I walked in was make a new friend with another new hire, Jenny, who is in footwear.

Thursday I went into Vancouver and went for dinner with Erin at a crêpe place, then we went to a concert that lasted about five hours. There were three opening bands, none that I particularly liked, then Nickelback came on and there was beer flinging and pyrotechnics. Neither Erin nor I listen to Nickelback anymore, but it was a birthday present to Erin from mom and it was a nice gesture.

I spent the night sleeping on Erin's couch and smelling faintly of cigarettes and pot.

Yesterday morning I came home and changed my clothes, then did online courses for work. I ended up fighting with my popup settings and restarting my computer more than once.

Today I bought my first pair of Size Zero pants. I officially weigh nothing. Or something.

If you need any adjustments, just come back. Wear a sushi hat.

2007-08-04T23:43:00.000-07:00

Today I got my new glasses (pictures to come) and I made a cake (pictures to come).

I'm nearly finished watching Cider House Rules. I like dramas.

I MADE A HAAAATTTT!

2007-08-03T22:10:00.000-07:00

And you're all jealous!

Wow

2007-08-03T13:14:00.000-07:00

http://www.recordpub.com/news/article/2327981

To quote a friend on Live Journal, makes me glad that I live in Canada.

Sesame Street Hip Hop

2007-08-01T22:59:00.000-07:00

the weekend will have a separate post, or just a link to some pictures.

Monday I spent a few hours at Mikhael's; most of that time was spent sleeping, first on the couch, then on Mikhael's bed. I always sleep so well there. I went to Erin's and dropped off her camera's battery charger, then went home. The traffic before the Pitt River bridge was terrible, and that was before the power outage and the closing of the counter flow lane.

Yesterday I did lots and lots and lots of core on my living room floor. I felt so good afterwards. Dad came home and we left soon after (but not before watching a feature on Global National about left-handed people; apparently my brain is asymmetrical) to pick up mom and go to Costco. I ordered a new pair of glasses, and should have them by the end of next week. They're FCUK, square, plastic, black with yellow on the inside and sides. An accessory. I'll need new contacts soon too. My prescription has changed and I'm nearly out.

Today I went to Fabricland and bought some fabric for a hat I'm going to be making. I'm sending mom to Dressew tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'm baking cupcakes again.

Oh, and I love this picture of me:

Saturday Night Hat

2007-07-29T23:49:00.001-07:00

I'm home.

Possibility of pictures tomorrow.

Seeing Colour

2007-07-27T14:32:00.000-07:00

On Monday I doubt I did anything, which is probably why I have no recollection of it.

On Tuesday I made cupcakes:

The Batter:

Mmmm

The icing

The finished product

The inside

Me eating one

After that I went to Coquitlam, which took before ever, because the entire bloody transit system was backed up due to the oil spill on the Barnet. I brought Mikhael a cupcake, got a few honks on the way, and we hung out on the couches in Coquitlam Centre. Ate out with my parents, who apparently forgot that they were meeting me for dinner until they were almost home.

Wednesday I didn't do much again. I woke up to mom on the computer; she left a little while later. I picked the blueberries and it took me a while. I was taking pictures of the butterfly bushes and I nearly stepped on Frickie's tail, and when I hugged her and said I was sorry she licked me on the nose.

Yesterday I vacuumed the entire house again.

Today so far I haven't really done anything, though I did eat the mother of all veggie burgers. Soonish I am leaving for Erin's, and tomorrow morning we are ferry-ing to Victoria, where we will meet up with Mom and Dad for some good, old-fashioned Victoria fun, meaning the Titanic exhibit at the Royal BC Museum and visiting Rogers Chocolates.

You probably won't hear from me until Sunday or Monday.

End of Part One

2007-07-22T23:58:00.000-07:00

On Friday all I did was avoid spoilers. This was accomplished by watching So You Think You Can Dance dances on YouTube.

Yesterday I did normal computerly stuff. Around three-thirty I started to feel a little tired, and sometime around or just after seven I fell asleep at my desk. Mom and Dad told me to get some sleep, so I took a one hour nap, then stayed up to watch SNL.

Today we went to Bard on the Beach to see Timon of Athens. I actually really liked it. There was live music at this one, and the sound effects lady was awesome.

We went to the downtown Costco and saw things that you wouldn't see at a Costco in the 'burbs.

On the way home we saw Mikhael waiting for a bus, so we gave him a ride.

Last Nightly Adventures

2007-07-21T13:39:00.000-07:00

Mom and I kept ourselves partially amused with pictures while waiting for Harry Potter.

So we went inside to the table in the back where we confirmed our order and I got a nifty bracelet that I had to wear for the next hour or so. Unfortunately our last name started with 'B', and so did the rest of the population, so we were stuck in the only queue with people in it, the A - F line.

Eventually we got through, and immediately afterwards Mom made a beeline for Starbucks. I was right behind her when I heard someone calling my name. It was Jordan! Yay! We talked for a few, while Mom was ordering coffees for us, and took pictures. She came back and after posing in front of the 'potions ingredients' we headed outside.

We quickly let a few people in front of us know that we were the preordered line, and that they didn't belong, and quickly managed to find ourselves undercover. Not before we took a pic or two, though.

For the next hour or so I texted Jordan and talked Mom's ears off, simultaneously keeping the lady in front of us amused, as her daughter wasn't saying much.

Almost directly behind me, was a TOC for Lehman that we had for three days or so. I would post a link to the post about him, but there seems to be no such thing. I rather liked the guy; most girls thought he was attractive, except for the chin, and I just thought it was cute how he'd walk by me and say, 'Moscow' before greeting me. I wasn't sure if he'd remember me, with the drastic haircut and all, and I didn't want to disturb him from the book he was reading, but I'm sure that if I had gotten his attention and said, 'Moscow' to him, he would have known who I was. He did know me by name, after all, as Abby, the rugby player dating the Russian, and therefore anal about the pronunciation of 'Moscow'.

Eventually we were let in, although a few minutes late; they held up everything because some woman lost her kids in the store. Mom took pictures of the ceremonial Removal-of-the-Bracelet, and the Handing-Over-of-the-Book, and we paused to take pictures of my head in the 'Wanted' poster before heading back to the car.

Alright

2007-07-21T08:25:00.001-07:00

So I got the book around 12:30 ish, started reading it when I got to the car. Got home, read it, finished at 8:18. There was a period of half an hour to an hour, between four and five, when I tried to sleep, but couldn't.

As of right now I'm not tired at all, but I've been hungry for hours.

Oh yeah, and the book was SO GOOD.

!!!

2007-07-20T15:09:00.000-07:00

HARRY POTTER COMES OUT TONIGHT!!!

Bankrobber meets Plumber

2007-07-19T23:51:00.000-07:00

One hundred days to my birthday. Not that anyone cares.

Yesterday I signed my life away at Sportchek.

Today I did nothing except dishes.

I'm not in the mood for this.

It's not an assembly until I take off my shoe

2007-07-17T22:16:00.000-07:00

So yesterday started off with a trip to London Drugs, where I bought hair things and green eyeshadow.

Then there was a short stint of doing nothing at home.

Then I went to Coquitlam Station and met up with Jordan.

*Giant grin*

We went for sushi, then wandered to SilverCity to see what movies were playing and ended up seeing Harry Potter. It was good, although they didn't see Lockheart (I was severely disappointed, but then again, I just like Kenneth Branagh), the whole DA finding out thing wasn't accurate at all, and the last line was cheesy, but it's always cheesy. The fight scene in the ministry could have been a lot better, but Helena Bonham Carter was awesome.

As we were walking back to the bus stop the bus went by, and turns out that that late in the evening the bus only comes once an hour, which was annoying, but at least it gave us more time to catch up. Except for the movie and eating, we talked non-stop. Mom eventually rescued me from Coquitlam Station, because by the time we got there, it was close to ten-thirty.

~

Today I unpacked a couple boxes, cleaned my desk area (but only because I had to) and did a few other minor chores.

I called Sportchek and they told me that I would hear back from them in a week or so, and then they called me half an hour later and offered me a position. Persistence is key.

A Day in the Life (Now with more Drastic Haircut)

2007-07-15T21:29:00.000-07:00

My day started off with a shower, but you get no pictures of that. I do, however, have this picture taken after.

I don't take good pictures when my hair is wet.

Next I ate breakfast:

Here is breakfast

Here is family

I look like an elf.

Next, Mikhael came over and we took some before shots.

We took the bus to my hairdresser

Walked to the hairdresser

And then...

The most exciting part of all...

The first cut!

Ahh, my beautiful hair!

More chair pics

And...

After!

On the bus back to my house we took more pictures.

And then paused to roll around on the ground for a while.

Then, not pictured, was the lounging around my house for a while, including watching the first five minutes of The Baby-Sitter's Club on TV, until the ugly Swiss guy came on, giving me enough time to exhaust my knowledge of the Baby-Sitter's Club (I used to love those books, back when I was seven).

I walked Mikhael to the bus stop...

And he stopped to smell the flowers

I went home and took more pictures:

First in the bathroom

Then in the living room

Then, while searching for a bobby pin, I found a necklace that I hadn't seen in years and decided to clean it up.

After polishing it, I attached the pendant back onto the jumpring (while polishing the chain it was ripped off)

The pendant ( I take bad pictures of jewellery)

Then I ate dinner (grilled salmon, coleslaw, other salad, pitas)

Then, after watching the news, I spent some quality time with Sally

Then decided to read a bit of King Lear

And just now, texted Jordan (you can tell I'm posing because I'm texting right-handed).

Ooo, the intense concentration on my face.

Up next, I take another shower to get the wax out of my hair, and then play on the computer until I'm tired enough to go to sleep.

Edit: Yay! A wet hair look I can live with!

Scratches Arm

2007-07-14T23:03:00.000-07:00

Today I bought bread. And charcoal. Then I used the bread and charcoal. But not together. I hate toast.

Brain Bat

2007-07-13T23:33:00.000-07:00

I remember what I was going to mention yesterday, that I documented all of my action and service hours yesterday morning; it took me a few hours of painstakingly going through blog posts and old pictures. I'm fine creativity-wise, between dancing and that whole Old Turtle ordeal, but I'm a few hours short on the action. Injuring myself this rugby season really fucked me over. I should have had sixty more hours. However, if I take off the extra hours from creativity, about thirteen hours from the dance portion, and add it to the action, I just have enough. Ha.

Not too long ago I found a recipe for cherry almond coffee cake that I'm going to try soon.

Transformers: Robots in Disguise!

2007-07-13T01:52:00.001-07:00

I know it says that it's Friday, but it's not. Well, it is, but not in my eyes, because I haven't gone to sleep yet.

I'm currently typing out my life story in a Live Journal post, meaning this blog might never see it. It's becoming sort of ramble-y anyways.

It was way too hot for comfort last night. I didn't touch my blankets until six am.

Today I had an interview at Sportchek, I answered some questions and then filled out a survey on the computer (quite tedious). Mikhael was going to come out to the movie theatre next door to Sport Chek, but we realized that he wasn't going to make it in time for any of the movies before six thirty (it was three), and so I bussed to Coquitlam and we went to SilverCity. We got there just in time to miss the previews before Transformers. Not a bad movie. Shia LeBoeuf is cute, in a really geeky sort of way.

I have a feeling that this post was going to be longer at some point, but telling my life story has kind of drained me, not to mention, made me forget what I did today since I've been dwelling in the past.

Good night

...

2007-07-11T23:58:00.000-07:00

Today I got a call from Sportchek requesting an interview for tomorrow, I dropped off a resume at Smart Set, I visited Grandma and I bought a pair of shorts and a shirt.

I'm in a bad mood.

I need breakfast

2007-07-11T11:32:00.000-07:00

So I just started unpacking boxes; the first one is off my bedroom shelves, all my fragile stuff. After two and a half years, I forgot that I owned most of this stuff. The blue glass angel (great piece of glass, I'll try to get a picture of it later) and the egg lamp for example. The mini A&W mugs still have their tumbled rocks inside :) I haven't finished unpacking it yet, so I haven't found the birds. I hope their tails survived.

Haha, all of these things I forgot about. The penguin, the fish, the mouse and the turtle-thing. There are a couple more things. I've only unpacked two birds. I swear that there was at least one more.

The cat, the ceramic duck, the ceramic shoe, some stuff I got as prizes from the Mission Craft Fair over the years (I would win one or two thnigs every year from the raffle. It was weird), and a (Lou is sitting in front of the moniter and I can't see what I'm typinng) a souvenier from Mexico that was a gift from someone...Hilary maybe.

A piece of pyrite, a snowglobe (never was my thing, but someone gave it to me, I think an extended relatiev of some sort), the ceramic cherub and the soapstone bookend that was broken and glued together.

My turtle lamp! Yay!

That's the end of this box.

Clouds? Weather permitting

2007-07-11T00:28:00.000-07:00

The rest of my day? I spent it in a house that was significantly cooler than the outside.

The WeatherOffice Site (but not WeatherPhone; as a rule, I call it right before bed) tells me it's going to be up to 37 degrees tomorrow. Blah.

Spider Pig

2007-07-10T15:01:00.000-07:00

I'm having a not-so-good day. I can't call Mikhael and complain; never mind, he just called.

I feel slightly better, but I'm still in a bad mood.

First, my new sunglasses broke. Five days after the last day that I could return them. I'm going to try to epoxy the frame together (assuming I can find my epoxy), and if not, Mikhael says he'll buy me a new pair. Thank you, baby :)

Then, I went to Sportchek. Along the way I realized that I had left my journal at home (shock, horror) and I didn't have the pictures that I was going to take to Grandma. At Sportchek they told me that they were one manager short and because of that they didn't have time to look at resumes and they'd call me in a couple weeks. Feeling rather impatient, I wandered across the parking lot to Smart Set and inquired about positions there. I'm dropping off a resume tomorrow.

Mom told me to check Haney for work clothes, but I didn't find anything, because it has about three clothing stores. I did wander into Bryan's and I saw my dress again, only with pale green trim instead of brown.

The heat just made everything worse. When I got home, Frick looked as if she were about to die.

Antigone in the mail today. Now I'm just missing Blood Wedding.

Ceramic Blue Walrus

2007-07-09T23:15:00.000-07:00

Today I visited dear Sportchek and they told me to come back tomorrow. Blah.

What else did I do today? I received King Lear in the mail. I now have four out of six books on my reading list. I'm nearly finished Literary Murder.

Tomorrow also I am visiting grandma with pictures, which reminds me, I need to print off some pictures to give her. Did I mention that I have a new printer? No? Well, I got a new printer a couple weeks ago. One that works. I'm really moving up in the world.

I think I'll go to bed early tonight. Dad has told me that after two and a half years, I have to start unpacking boxes. Damn.

Where's Smedvik

2007-07-08T23:53:00.000-07:00

Today I went for a walk with Mikhael, around and through Mundy Park. We wanted ice cream after, but the good ice cream and cookie place was closed, so we went for blended cream fraps instead, Mikhael strawberry and me orange.

I'm getting very into Literary Murder. After the first chapter it's quite good.

Cookie

2007-07-07T23:41:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, um, right, I met up with Mikhael after he spent the day with some Russian kid. We visited our dear friends at the sailing club, Mikhael got all dusty for nothing, but found the records of Denis, Denis' brother and Carolyn. I photocopied my volunteer records, then we stopped at Erin's to pick up A Doll's House. There was half a cup of tea in the bathroom. We went for bubble tea after, I got watermelon, Mikhael got strawberry watermelon.

On Thursday I had an appointment with my optometrist. Riki was awesome and nice and everything, but everyone else severely disappointed me. Again. Bloody hidden fees. Peppermint mocha frap.

Yesterday I took lots of pictures, including this one of Frick:

She's not that cute in real life. Too bad.

The computer crashed, freaked me out, but mom had a hunch that it had to do with the memory and came home with an external hardrive. She was right; we had one and a half gigs left.

Today mom and I went to the bank, where I got a bank card, not that I'm ever going to use it, thought I did withdrawal a twenty, because it was their grand reopening after renoing, and they put a thousand fifties in the ATM. We picked up Erin and some fraps (they screwed up the order a bit, but we didn't really care) and visited my dearest grandmother. There was lots of gossiping and everything, and we left with the promise that I would return in a few days with a better frap (we forgot that she doesn't like cold coffee) and some pictures of Erin and I ("How much does it cost?" "Well, nothing Grandma, we can do it at home." "Oh, you have copies at home already?" "No Grandma, they're on the computer. We'll print them off." etc) so that she can send some to Aunt Evelyn.

Fish for dinner.

Today is Gossip About Luke Day

2007-07-03T23:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was one of those Do Absolutely Nothing days.

Today, however, I ran errands. I ran into quite a few people: John at the dance studio, I talked to him for quite a while, Jas at the library, we discussed movies being turned into books, Derpie at Starbucks, we exchanged pleasantries, then he took my order, and Riki, who is working for my optometrist. Oh, and Dad; I noticed the back of his head as he was leaving Starbucks. We didn't realize that the other person was there.

The parents and I met up and we went to Costco, where I carried around a box and ate hot hot samples. The people ahead of us in line bought a fan, that in English said Oscillating Pedestal Fan, and in French said Rotating Fan on Feet. So much better. The guy behind us bought a kayak, some lighters and a pineapple, which led to us brainstorming scenarios for this guy using the three objects. In the parking lot a woman black-bagged her tortellini separately from everything else.

We came home and ate salmon burgers on the front patio.

HA!

2007-07-03T12:32:00.000-07:00

Sally has developed an unhealthy obsession to licking the foot of my bed.

She had it before, she's been licking there and one of the office chairs for months, but lately it's become too much to bear. It has gotten to the point where it wakes me up at night, and lately I've noticed that she has begun to remove the varnish. First of all, I don't know what's in the varnish, so I don't know if it is potentially dangerous or not, and second, it took me months to get that bed. Mom lovingly stripped it and re-varnished it for me and I don't want to see that ruined. Bloody cat.

So, today I took action. Mom suggested that I put something on the end of my bed to deter her, something that tasted bad. I couldn't think of anything, so in the end I just plastic-wrapped it. It seems to be working. She doesn't want to lick it. Now I just have to think of something a little more permanent and I'll be set.

Meanwhile, Sally looks completely apalled.

Cod's Mysterious Ways

2007-07-01T23:32:00.000-07:00

I made the cake. It didn't turn out exactly as I wanted it, but that's what I get for having people help me *cough*Erin*cough*. I'll never let her make icing for me ever again.

The icing was pink, by the way, but that wasn't her fault, but the fault of whomever made the food colouring. They suck.

Despite the hot pink and white Canadian flag, it was good. Strawberry Smash pull-apart cake with a shitload of icing. A shitload. I had extra icing (fault of Erin's) and so I made apple muffins and iced them too.

We watched another movie tonight, Keeping Mum. I LOVED it. It had a great cast, including Maggie Smith, Rowan Atkinson, Patrick Swayze and Kristin Scott Thomas. Rowan Atkinson was fairly serious for once; it was quite refreshing. Maggie Smith was brilliant.

Anyways, watch it, but don't over-analyse it or it's no fun.

This is my fourth post today. I've run out of things to talk about. I'll post a picture of my hot-pink Canada cake tomorrow.

Soccer

2007-07-01T15:44:00.000-07:00

Scotland's being owned by the Japanese, but I'm still kind of cheering for them, just because there's a guy on the team named Robert Snodgrass. Snodgrass! It's making Erin and I giggle into our exhocolate (by that I mean chocolate, although I'm not sure how I managed that mistake...anyways, the best that Blogger Spellcheck could come up with is gesticulate) milks.

Baking a cake, will post pictures later :)

The cutest thing ever

2007-07-01T15:08:00.000-07:00

So today they announced Canada's Seven Wonders, but I missed most of the program because I was eating breakfast. I checked out the website to find out what I had missed, and in the Food and Drink section, I found this:

Grandma’s House
Carson Archibald

[I nominate] My Grandma’s house. She has satellite that you can watch. She has a sweet fridge with an ice dispenser. And I like to play basketball there too. I like her fridge because it has good food in it. I like my Grandma’s house…

So cute :)

(Oddly enough, poutine was fourth on the list)

It's 12:00 AM

2007-07-01T00:00:00.000-07:00

And it's..

Canada Day!

Pictures from Thursday...

2007-06-30T23:53:00.000-07:00

...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!"

2007-06-29T23:38:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-28T17:56:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-26T23:31:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-23T23:26:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-13T22:21:00.000-07:00

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.

2007-06-09T23:41:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-08T23:48:00.000-07:00

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.

:)

2007-06-04T19:41:00.000-07:00

*-_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

2007-06-02T19:23:00.000-07:00

I'm home now.

Rest in peace, Grandma

2007-05-26T23:00:00.000-07:00

August 12, 1916 - May 25, 2007

Happy birthday, Baby

2007-05-15T23:27:00.000-07:00

♥♥♥

Mustang Floater Jacket

2007-05-13T09:58:00.000-07:00

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 :)

2007-05-12T23:36:00.000-07:00

Happy Anniversary, Baby, &manymore.

Arrr

2007-05-05T23:23:00.000-07:00

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

~

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:

L’Histoire de Gert la Brique

2007-04-25T22:46:00.000-07:00

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.

~

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

2007-04-24T23:55:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-23T22:06:00.000-07:00

This is disturbing.

This is even more disturbing.

This is the most disturbing.

~

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

2007-04-22T22:40:00.000-07:00

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.

2007-04-21T23:12:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-13T12:57:00.000-07:00

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

2007-04-07T23:05:00.000-07:00

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.

Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity

2007-03-29T19:38:00.000-07:00

The two posts I promised will be inserted below this one soon. This is not about my last few days. One of those posts will be coming soon too.

~

People I am annoyed/pissed with:

Horia, Sam and Jae Woo: Fuck you guys and your inability to stay on task. Fuck you for not being able to BS. Fuck you for thinking that I do not care about my mark.

Maricia: Fuck you for bitching at me for not getting you tape fast enough. Get your own fucking tape next time. Don't blame it on jet lag. If jet lag bothers you so much, don't go on rugby trips. Also, don't bitch at me for not running to bring water bottles to the team. First of all, my shoulder hurts when I run. Second, I was doing homework. I thought that that was pretty obvious. I'm sorry if I'm so selfish as to think that my grades are more important that other peoples' thirst. If you hadn't noticed, there were four other people carrying water over to the team when you were bitching at me. Also, you were on the sidelines at the time. What was preventing you from picking up a water bottle or two? Just because I perform menial tasks for the coaches doesn't mean that I'll do it for you. Bitch at me again and you will have one more injury to think about.

Murph: Don't bitch at me because Maricia's talking.

Anal: You're always on my list. By the way, don't try to convert me to Christianity again. I noticed you ignoring me yesterday when I refuted everything you said.

Donna: You're usually on my list too. Don't bitch at me that your job is stressful, and that you're more stressed than I am. You were the one who chose to run your own dance school. If you're so bloody stressed, why not move your retirement up a few months?

Luke: Fuck you.

There are so many more.

I want to cry.

FUCKER

2007-03-24T23:05:00.000-07:00

FUCK YOU BLOGGER FOR DELETING MY FUCKING POST I HATEHATEHATEYOU SO FUCKING MUCH.

Post tomorrow, because some things are too important not to blog. Fucking blogger.

I beat Erin on the Test the Nation IQ test

2007-03-20T22:40:00.000-07:00

Alright, Les' birthday party. It actually wasn't too bad, considering the fact that I was trying to study for French. I met quite a few new second cousins, including Les himself, third cousins and fourth cousins. Um, Bernice was a little too In-Your-Face for my liking, but everyone else was alright. Les was quite funny, especially after a few glasses of wine (I was offered wine more than once, but I declined and had a coffee instead), and he told us all about travelling with his daughter, Deb, who was also very chatty. It was good to see dear Uncle Iver again, and he gave us a tour of his apartment. Erin and I alternated between talking to people and the food table, because there was this amazing artichoke and cheese dip and we couldn't get enough of.

Eventually we went to a nearby Greek restaurant, where Erin and I were placed at the "kids table," which was basically anyone under the age of thirty-five. Dinner was good, though Erin's fish was too salty. We had cake for dessert; Les let his grandson, Marcus, help him blow his candles out, but the candles kept relighting themselves, which was hilarious. We let Les cut it, even though he had had about seven or eight glasses of wine at that point.

Sunday I studied for my French oral. 'Nuff said.

Um, yesterday was my French oral. I arrived four and a half hours early, as usual, and studied for about . . . I'd like to say three, but it was closer to about two, because the last hour before I just sat in a corner being nervous. My oral itself was okay, I mean, it was the best I could do, considering the fact that I suck at speaking French, but it went by pretty fast. Mme Cloutier also asked me the easiest general question (general questions, my ass) of the twelve. Hung out with Mikhael after, as he had done his four hours before me.

Today I met with my ToK group at Starbucks, (yeah, I won the Starbucks vs library argument), we talked for over an hour, then we all hung out at Coquitlam Station, Mikhael joined us, and waited for the 151/152/143. Mikhael and I watched episodes of Take Home Chef, because Curtis is awesome.

It was windy as hell today. I couldn't see through my hair.

The Mysterious Appearance of Hats on Mountains

2007-03-16T23:31:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I lied. I've been busy. But never fear, after Monday, my spring break will really start. Then I'll have lots of time to focus on ToK.

Okay, so, long time ago. I think it was . . . Saturday the Third. Umm, so I went to dance and Mao wasn't there, and I was pissed. Maple Ridge has no good mustard, the 5 G's has changed hands and Dad was assaulted by Christian fundamentalists. I was called back to the clinic, but I didn't go until the next day.

Sunday. Found out the tip of my scapula was fractured. No contact until May. Grrrrrr. How can I alleviate my stress of I can't tackle the shit out of someone? Um, after that I went to PoMo library and worked on my French debate with my group. We went to Starbucks and I ate a chocolate chocolate cupcake, which was delicious.

Monday. Um, I was in an incredibly bad mood. There is a page filled with my angry handwriting in my journal. Written in math of course, when Rahemtulla was bitching about how dumb everyone is. Just because he's counter-productive doesn't mean I have to be. Practiced debate, then went to dance. Was lectured for not having a solo costume.

Tuesday. Um, all I remember is the debate. We practiced beforehand, and I promised to bring Supriya one of my spare contact cases. I was probably the only one in my group who wasn't really nervous, I have no idea why, but it went . . . okay, I guess.

Wednesday. Got a thank you note from Supriya that has a permanent place in my journal. Presentations in History, I took notes:

My children will continue (says the white Pepin about the brown Omar and Krisha, and the Asian Jason. Very topical)
The pen's not working. It's the angle.
It's the angle! Hold it up and down! (Omar waves pen around)
What are you? I'm Indian . . . Um, it's a very big country . . .
What are you? I'm Chinese. He's Hong Kongese! (last bit said by Jenny, in a very Jenny fashion)
White Man (Exclamation point!)
Comparing teaching to White Man's Burden
White Man's Burden, Black Man's Burden, Brown Man's Burden, Yellow Man's Burden
Pepin at a loss for words
. . . Whatever
Paternalistic ideology - mein fürher!
Ruyard Kipling in a satirical light
Simple, simple, simple
VocaBoolary

More rugby.

Thursday. Um, we had a game against Glen's B team. I didn't take pictures because I was playing flag girl on one side. There was one point where I had to make this dramatic leap in the air and wave the flag at the same time . . . It was dramatic. And the only people who commented on it were the girls on Glen's team who were on the side who said that they hoped "that girl didn't get my bag dirty." I really wanted to tell them to fuck off and move their bags away from the sideline, but I didn't. Anyways, we won, 95 - 0. We wanted an even hundred, but whatever. I took more notes in History:

Chick the time, Abby
Ryan, your presumptuousness is only exceeded by your arrogance (said by Lehman)
And History is . . . even I don't have the vocabulary to describe it. Yes I do. (said by Pepin)
Let me open up the window for more oxygen. Ryan has used it all (said by Lehman)
Oh Eric, STFU
The Significance of CapitAl Letters
I don't know if you've ever sweated so much. You're IB students (said by Lehman)
Hence the sullenness
The tale of common things
Cheap and Showy
It's showy. It's for show, right?

Friday. Julie and I discussed the existence of Gog and Fog. Rahemtulla was ranting about how math is easy and he doesn't understand how people can't understand it, and instead of listening, I did History homework. That's that being productive thing again. Mikhael found a Detective of the Month ribbon in Physics. No History notes because I was presenting. Shot Eric down. It felt nice.

Sometime during the week Beckie and I went to Starbucks, it was Wednesday, to celebrate our debates being over, and we ate cupcakes and fraps.

Weekend has been erased from my memory. I remembered, like, ten minutes ago. Let's see. I went to the mall and spent four hours buying a dance costume. My head hurt by the time I got to dance. Dance, Mao actually showed up. We also got Mikhael his very first library card. Sunday, um, I don't know, I stayed home? I distinctly remember finishing my History essay. That took quite a while. I hate conclusions.

Monday, um, French presentation thingies, but I didn't go. Took notes, but they're arranged very haphazardly on a page in my journal. No journal notes in History, but I did have a nice conversation with Karolina about how Pepin looked like a bee in his stripey shirt. When I told him that, he buzzed at me. Lehman was throwing things out the window. Rugby, the boys were playing on the field, so we did a circuit in the weight room, then went out to watch the game. At dance found out that Donna is retiring at the end of June, which was a rather large surprise.

Tuesday. More French thingies. Still didn't go. Took lots and lots of notes in math, as I had a test the next day. In History Lehman spent the whole block talking about the assassination of JFK (which had absolutely nothing to do with what we are studying), then told us about his trip to Dallas and the all-Black blues club he went to. Um, no rugby because everyone was packing for the trip. Um, I went to visit Grandma, watched her be lifted out of bed (ooo, exciting), then we went to the main eating area (the staff were joking about how this was the one thing that would get grandma out of her room), where I said goodbye and went into the small room that was to be my change room. The dance show itself was pretty unexciting, though for the longest time the door kept on opening while I was standing there in a black sports bra, black booty shorts and fishnets (insert joke about me being a hooker here), but I didn't really care, because I'm a dancer, and there was nothing vital showing. My group was okay, love my dress (it's so flare-y!) and I screwed up a couple times with my solo, but that doesn't really matter, because it's my solo. As soon as my solo was over, I changed really quickly into my choir uniform and Dad gave me a ride to school, where I performed in the concert. After I was done I snuck out and was picked up again, and we all went for pizza, even Erin. Unfortunately they had ordered without me, so there was only ham and pineapple, but I picked off all of my ham and gave it to Erin, which for some reason confused her greatly.

Wednesday. More presentations, still didn't go, which really annoyed me. Saucier visited all of the ToK classes to discuss extended essays, which put nearly everyone into a frenzied rush to finalize topic and have their little slips signed by their teacher advisor. I put mine off until this morning, because Saucier is my teacher advisor. Math test, then Beckie and I went to Starbucks with Ilona. I had no money, so Beckie paid, but I ended up getting a free frap on top of the one I ordered, which I later gave to Mikhael at the end of his Physics test. Beckie, Ilona and I played rummy in the hall. Lots of History note-taking. No rugby because everyone had already left for the UK, so Mikhael and I went to the mall, where we sat on comfy chairs and I finished my History. Went to dance, Mao wasn't there and Donna was upset. Luke accidentally hit me in the throat with his arm. It was one of the few times I've ever seen him show compassion. I was alright though. I've had worse. What was worse, though, was that he grabbed my shoulders in his concern, and that hurt. I'm almost getting used to it. Spent the rest of the evening typing up my History questions to hand in a day early.

Thursday, more French presentations, still didn't go. Grr. Um, it wasn't a particularly exciting day, but it was the first day in . . . about six weeks? that I managed to get home before seven.

Today, also not exciting, though I finally did my French presentation. Finally. Beckie and I played crib in Block Four, I won, and we looked at a century-old political cartoon in History and made observations about it that only an IB class (and Brian) could make like, "Those mountain things in the background look like melting snowmen. Or those Chinese hills." "How do you know that they're not Chinese hills?" "Because they're wearing hats.", and, "And what did England have at this time? *Meaning Transvaal*" "A hat!" Lehman held up an envelope with the mp3 players h confiscated yesterday and gave us a lecture about how we are not following rules etc, then dropped them out the window (from the third floor). Then he walked next door into his office and retrieved the envelope, opened it, dropped it on Jenny's desk and told her to go get the other envelope, which, by the time she got there, had been run over by a car. But it had nothing valuable in it.

This weekend I will study for my French oral and nothing else. I'm scared shitless.

Is there a Fog?

2007-03-10T23:17:00.000-08:00

I'll update with my week tomorrow. Not feeling well.

An open letter to The Potter's House Christian Fellowship, in Maple Ridge

2007-03-03T18:37:00.000-08:00

To whom it may concern,

Thank you for your pamphlet. Unfortunately, I cannot bring myself to be part of a church that does not know the difference between "your" and "you're." How am I supposed to receive adequate spiritual guidance, if the congregation does not even know the basic rules of grammar?

Also, my family and I do not appreciate being harassed by your devotees. Please tell them to desist, or we shall be forced to complain.

Do not pray for me.

Shock Paste

2007-03-03T10:21:00.000-08:00

My gosh, busybusybusy.

I just haven't had the time for dear old blog here. I don't really now, but I am determined to update my life, while simultaneously working in my history essay, my French oral and memorizing my French debate points. And . . . I can't find my page of debate points. Fuck. Where's my flashcard . . .

There, that's better. Anyway, I'm here to mention the important happenings in my life in the last two weeks. I wrote them in my journal. I'm good like that. Unfortunately, I didn't think of doing so until Thursday, so it will be fairly brief. Each day, I mean, not this post. If I get around to it, this post will have pictures.

I believe I'm starting on Tuesday of last week?

So, let's see. I woke up not feeling well, but I knew that if I told mom she would accuse me of wanting to stay home to miss my math test (when have I ever done that?), so I went to school. I became steadily worse throughout the day, wrote the bloody math test, and, despite having not much of an appetite, still managed to eat a lot. I distinctly remember sitting next to Krisha in History, because both Pepin and Omar weren't there, and neither was Emily, and eating beaucoup d'almonds. We had a few good moments right at the beginning of history:

Jenny: "I really, really like hot pot! It's so good!"
Krisha: "What's hot pot?"
Arnold: "You've never tried hot pot?"
Jenny: "Oh my god! It's so good!"
Abby: "Don't worry, Krisha, we'll go for hot pot sometime. Hey, you know what else is good? Cheese fondue."
Krisha: "I've never tried cheese fondue either."
Brian: "What? Trees are fun too?"

and

Krisha: "I wrote my whole essay last night."
Abby: "Would you like an almond?"
Krisha: "No, I haven't printed it out yet. Wait, what did you say?"

After school I sat out of practice, well, not really, rather, I hung out with MacKenzie, who was suffering from a rolled ankle, and Chelsea, who had had drywall dropped on her foot over the weekend, and we passed a ball around, me one-handed, for an hour and a half.

I look half-asleep on webcam.

Anyway, our practice went late, until 5:30, and mom and dad showed up out of nowhere to pick me up. We gave Mikhael a ride home, then went home ourselves, and by the time we got there, I full-out felt like shit. Here's a picture, taken just before I went to bed:

I remember sitting in front of the computer for a while, and drinking fizzy pear juice (the closest thing we have to both apple juice and ginger ale), then going to sleep for half an hour, waking up just in time to watch the Rick Mercer Report, 22 Minutes and House. I went to bed after.

Most of the other days won't be half as long.

So, the next day, I stayed home from school. After sleeping in until about . . . 11, I woke up feeling slightly better, but incredibly guilty for missing school. I had no appetite, so I didn't eat anything until over twenty-four hours after I had last eaten, and nothing after that, meaning I was very dizzy all day. Not good for dance. I left around two to go to rugby practice, but I was having problems with buses and waiting for trains, so I didn't get to school until four. I watched for a bit, with Chelsea, then left for dance. Mikhael had left me a cookie in our locker, but I didn't eat it until much later. Mao never showed up to dance, so instead Luke and Thomas danced their solos, and their duo, and tried to get me to dance my solo as well, but I was too dizzy. My journal tells me to insert a rant here, but I've ranted to enough people.

I don't remember Thursday being particularly exciting in the morning, but I do know I complained a lot, of my new bag. Until my shoulder is healed, I have switched to something smaller, that I can wear across my body and on the other shoulder. I'm not particularly liking it, I prefer my giant duffel, because I can't fit much in the smaller one. Anyway, to the exciting stuff. We had our first rugby game. I was designated chief stick picker upper, then I took pictures until my camera died. Here are some of them:

Maricia's ass, heehee

We won, 64 - 0.

School wasn't particularly exciting on Friday either. After, Mikhael and I decided that we wanted to go see a movie, but there were no matinees at Eagle Ridge, and we didn't feel like going to SilverCity, so we ended up watching cartoons at the mall. We actually got a ride there, from Mikhael's dad and brother, who were at Burger King. It marks the second time I have ever set foot in a Burger King, and the first time since I was four. We bought Pocky at TnT

Mikhael came over on Saturday, and we left of the clinic nearby, but it was closed, due to the head doctor having sexual assault charges against him. We bussed to Coquitlam Station, where we called Pro Stock, and found out that they were closing in less than two hours (actually they were wrong: it was three), so we rushed as fast as we could to Burnaby, it taking two buses and a skytrain. We bought shoulder pads. After we decided that there was no way that I was going to make it to a clinic, so I had a quick lunch at Metro, then we made our way home.

On Sunday I finally went to a clinic. The doctor said that it was either the muscle, then I could start playing again when the pain stopped in a couple weeks, or my shoulder blade was fractured, and gave me a free x-ray voucher. Afterwards my family went to the Chan for another CBC Radio concert, called, "Tour de France." I read a book like I always do. We went to the Red Onion after.

It snowed on Monday. Ew. There was a lack of rugby as a result, as the boys were practicing in the gym. I stayed to watch. I didn't go to dance because I didn't feel like it (insert Scissor Sisters here).

In TOK we watched a documentary on the Milgrim Experiment. Oooo, scary. Tuesday after school I was x-rayed. Dad was supposed to pick me up after school and take me there, but he never showed up, so eventually I took the bus. There wasn't much of a wait there, and soon I made it from the waiting area to the inner waiting area. Two other girls and their respective family members came as well. The woman who called us in looked at the x-ray sheet things of the first two, then asked them if they had anything wrapped around their ankles, then looked at mine, grabbed one of those tie-at-the-back hospital robes and directed me to a changeroom. Then I hung out with the families of the two other girls and we discussed dancing and rugby. Good company. Eventually I went in, and the woman positioning me kept on poking me in the injured area. She decided that she didn't like her last x-ray, so we had to repeat it two more times. I changed back, went to the waiting area, looked outside and noticed mom and dad in the van, looking for a place to park, so I ran after them and stopped them before they went around the block again. I should have my results by Monday.

I spent most of Wednesday high on painkillers, making me . . . more energetic and giggly than usual. We had a choir competition thing, so this wasn't necessarily a good thing, because I had to stand for a long time in heels. When we were in the warmup room, I hung out with Karolina, Katherine, Abby and Natasha, where we complained about how hungry we were (I didn't get to eat until block four), and also about how Hannah would shut up with her damn flute playing and how we know flautists who are much better. After watching my team practice in the snow, my feet were very cold, I went to dance. Pretty much anything the Boys' said was funny to me, which confused Donna I think, because I never smile in class. When I got home I did homework. That can be said for every other day here.

Thursday . . . My notes tell me to mention the Appearance of the Fly in TOK. There was a fly. It appeared. It scared Maya and Vivian. Vivian screamed and leaned away from the fly. Onto my right shoulder. It hurt. Um, let's see, what else. Right, I have finally figured out why Rahemtulla is so bloody weird (and from now on he shall be known as Anal, because I don't like having to type his name all the time). He actually likes The Sound of Music. Yeah, We were all disgusted too. Watched more Rugby-in-the-Snow, then went home. The boys won their game, as far as I know.

Yesterday. I remember being in a relatively good mood, except the lack of computers in block four, until block five, when Lehman gave us a lecture for most of the block about how REAL IB students don't talk in class, which I found a little insulting (that he was generalizing) because I really don't talk very much in class at all, and even then I can talk and work at the same time. Because he was lecturing us, we couldn't work, and I didn't get to finish my imperialism package, which I had wanted to finish that block. On top of that, he kept us three minutes after class, because he was talking about something, and I missed my bus by abut ten seconds, even though I sprinted down the hill. Knowing I had subsequently missed my other bus, I went over to Mikhael's.

Today I have dance, but I don't want to go. I have too much to do. If Mao doesn't show up, I don't care if we are not allowed to fight, I'll insist that she should be kicked out of the group.

I have to go, so pictures will be added when I get home.

Wonton Thoughts

2007-02-19T23:21:00.000-08:00

It was one of those longish days that sort of went by in a blur. I'm nearly one hundred percent sure that I have injured my right shoulder. Grrr, it's my better tackling shoulder too.

Game on Thursday, dad's going to take pictures.

Donna was mad because my right arm wasn't moving and my left arm was trying to compensate. This was about five minutes after I told her it was injured. Walked into a door, I said. Beckie's going to help me come up with something to get me onstage for my solo. Donna said no the what I've bought for my costume so far. After three hours of hell trying to find something she'd like. I was just trying to find something on the picture she gave me. I'd tell her to go buy something for me, but her idea of an attractive and danceable costume is not the same as mine. I mean, look at last year's group costume. How long is menopause supposed to last, because I swear it's been about five years for her.

Bed now. Math test tomorrow and my shoulder hurts like a bitch. Bringing the iPod to school tomorrow. I haven't used it since last summer. Hopefully it'll be the last time.

Hocus Pocus II

2007-02-18T23:17:00.000-08:00

So today we put up the raku fish. Our kitchen is finally starting to look like our kitchen.

Other than that I spent the day studying and writing. I've decided to do topic five for my TOK essay. We ate cheese fondu for dinner.

Hocus Pocus

2007-02-18T12:55:00.000-08:00

A few short minutes after I woke up, I found myself in the kitchen. Realizing that there were no dirty dishes on the counter, I put two and two together and figured that they all must be in the dishwasher. When I opened the dishwasher, all I saw was row upon row of raku fish. Shaking my head, I closed the door of the dishwasher and continued my search for a plate.

The factors are looking at you 0_o

2007-02-17T23:47:00.000-08:00

I honestly can't remember what I did last Sunday. When I remember, I'll post something about it.

This week: We had two assemblies, one about attitude and careers on Monday, one about course selection for grade twelve on Tuesday. This week I learned that I am going to a choir trip at the end of May. This school week was short, for which I am grateful. I was supposed to make a small presentation about my view on the privatization of health care in French, and I ended up rewriting mine the night before I presented it. By the end of the week I was so pissed at Rahemtulla telling my class how dumb we all are that I wrote a letter to him that he will never see; basically in it I tell him that he is an idiot. Didn't do much in TOK, but in history we spent a whole block talking about how Napoleon was incredibly stupid to think that he could capture Moscow. Mr Lehman keeps on pronouncing it wrong, which makes me want to yell, "there's no 'cow' in Moscow!" but I doubt I will. Eventually I will point it out to him. The week with Beckie has been lovely. She said something hilarious on Valentine's Day (that makes one of us, Beckie) and on Thursday we went to Starbucks. Shalaleh is so innocent. My right shoulder's been blah since practice on Monday, but I missed Wednesday's practice because I didn't want to get too muddy before dance, as it would raise questions. Lexi was at practice Thursday and at the end Monni showed up.

Today I met up with Mikhael and we went to the mall to buy me a dance costume. We weren't entirely successful, coming away with only pants, but I did buy booty shorts for my other dance, new stripey socks and a new bikini top. We bumped into Sergio and his girlfriend. I went to dance to practice with Luke and Thomas, but after doing it twice we decided that we were all perfect at it and to make any changes we would need Mao there. Mikhael and I went to the library so I could take out a couple books and pay my seventy cents in fines, then we went to visit my grandmother and bring her Valentines Day chocolate. When one of the nurses came in to bring her dinner she introduced us as "her grandchildren," (whatever, she wants to disown Garrett and her sister and adopt him anyway) then she bitched about the food until the nurse brought her food from "the ward next door" which looked marginally more appetizing. We then gossiped about the family, meaning the fact that Kendall has pneumonia (Erin babysat her on Thursday), how Auntie doesn't know what good parenting is, how wonderful Grandma Katie was, (Grandma, "You remember grandma?" Me: um, no, she died before I was born, Grandma."), and how Sharon isn't her sister anymore because she never calls (apparently she's in California with her new boyfriend. As Grandma says, "I knew it would be a white guy. She's had a Hindu and a Chinaman, and what's left? White men!" She's never been particularly politically correct.) She also made me try her coffee, so I would agree with her about how the coffee was, and although all I could taste was sugar, I agreed with her anyway. She seemed pleased when I told her that I'd be dancing at the manor next month.

We went to our respective homes after that, and after mom and dad picked up Erin, we played two games of crib, where Erin further proved that she can't count.(Abby: *puts down a three* "Three." Erin: *Quickly puts down a seven* "Eleven!") Dad and I won both games.

I think I'll read a bit before bed. I picked up Everything is Illuminated today at the library. Unfortunately the regular version was the the Porier branch, so I had to settle with the large-print version. (Abby, to Mikhael, "You know how small print gives some people headaches? Well large print gives me headaches." Erin later agreed). Erin is on her laptop in my room, and it looks like she hasn't gone to bed yet. We pulled out some of our picture and posters and things this evening (this place is starting to feel more home-like). We put the hotcakes picture in the kitchen, like it belongs, dad's baby picture (with the three curls on his head) in the parents' room, and in my room I have one of the Nitka prints (the blue one, and when I find the yellow one, probably that one too. Erin was kind of upset, but I reminded her that she has both Bedards) and the painting that Grandma B-J painted for me twelve years ago. Soon I will get Erin to print out some of my pictures (that, or convince mom to buy a photo printer, because they're becoming rather cheap nowadays) and I'll frame them and hang them all over my walls, just like Erin is slowly doing at her apartment.

That's enough. Bed now. Tomorrow I shall make another attempt at buying a shirt for dance.

Pop the cornea

2007-02-14T23:55:00.001-08:00

The first thing I see when I get to school is that they've replaced the old, scummy sign on the side of the building with a shiny, new one, that says, Port Moody Seconday (logo) IB World School. Ha, as if we weren't arrogant enough already.