Bridge over troubled broccoli

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

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...

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...

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

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

The Effeminate Poncho

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

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

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

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

I love Meryl Streep's cheekbones.

High-Carb Mathematics

Long week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry Potter and the Nodes of Ranvier

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mikhael is telling me to go to bed.

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

Lawrence's Water Buffalo

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

Choir tomorrow morning. Blah

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