The Nutcraker was really good! They'd changed the story a bit this year, no Clara, but a brother and sister Marie and Misha. It was cool though. There were dancers as chocolate who had very cool costumes, and some as coffee that had funny purple ones. The coffee guys wore... heh heh... ballet thongs. The back of their torso-suit dealie had no ass. I was quite entertained, and wondered how uncomfortable that would be. One of the sets was especially gorgeous with the Sugar Plum fairy in a giant gold fabrege egg, and all the courtiers in red and gold. The cutest thing was these little kids dressed as sheep that followed the nanny around for a dance. It was really great, but it ended up reminding me of my friend (who went to National Ballet School) telling me that some of the older guys (we were maybe 14 at the time) would, a-hem, stuff themselves... I mean, in pants like that, noone would want to seem less well-endowed than anyone else, would they?
So Cherry stayed for dinner, Julia went crazy, we played Mario Party forever... and ate peach upside-down cake. Yummery, I love it. It's great that Liz isn't here, she doesn't like peach upside-down cake. One last thing, my mother made her roastbeef with Stella Artois beer. Doesn't that seem an awfully expensive beer to waste?,
Aha! Tonight I am managing to blog before midnight, which makes my world make that much more sense. So this morning, instead of going to the museum with the cousins (hey! I'm not ditching them! I did go to Lord of the Rings with Simon and Phillip yesterday), I went shopping on Queen with my mum, aunt and grandmother. It was odd, but that's okay. I actually bought nothing, although I was very tempted by some Underground boots with flames on them. Damn expensive boots. Bah! I could have bought one maybe, but then I would look stupid, and I don't think they sell them that way. Anyways, shopping was fun, and tomorrow at one is the Nutcracker, with Cherry and all those other great folks... That means I have to get up at like 8 again, to entertain Julia (stupid Elisabeth, in Florida) but actually get dressed instead of pyjama-lounging. The sadness...,
Just as a passing comment, before I get into my blogging mode, I'd just like to say how weird it is for me to blog at the end of my day, and have it show up as the next day... anyways...
So things are quite crazy around here, with little cousins to be entertained, and because my dad and brother just got back from Whistler. It makes me sad, because break-time, for me, is when I get to bury myself in my books, and forget about everything else. And new books make everything lovely to. Please, anyone who likes fantasy, or even just straight fiction, read Charles de Lint. He's one of those authors (Canadian, if not born it, on top of it all) who is really well known within a certain circle, but outside of it, rarely heard of. I mean, the guy won the world fantasy award, but who hears about that!?! I love books that make me happy, and his books about Newford have a really odd blend of fantasy existing in reality, that just makes them... okay, I'll stop. But ask me if you can borrow a book of his short stories. I'll say yes! On to other things: I somehow have managed to get my grandpa really mad at me twice today, for no apparent reason, but since that will stay an unsolved mystery, oh well. Also, I decided I want everyone (who reads this, i.e. noone) to know that I'm in a good, fluffy mood. And yes, I know what I mean by fluffy thank you very much. Light and happy, without too many distractions. So other than the fact that my mother has lost my harrassing EE letter that was going to tell me what to do, I have no problems. And I've decided that (based on an apt interpretation of past events), I need to get a mind of my own when it comes to little things. Things that to me don't seem paticularly important, or, in any case, harmful, and that I then let continue along on their merry path. Skipping along... I may be confusing you now, but if you know me, you should be able to sort it out. If not, bugger off! I mean...stay...I was refering to my (according to some people's wacky standards) skanky ways. Only not really, there's just no other way to obliquely describe things without bothering certain people who may one day read this. They should go away, or skip this part if I'm embarassing them. Right, so that's quite enough, considering I really have nothing interesting to say.
Night.,
I don't think I had realized how much I would miss this thing until I got back. It's become a part of my day, my "routine" you might say. It upsets me greatly that my grandparents have no internet, and that their computer is old and bothersome. I must rectify this as soon as possible. (Note to self: rectify grandparent-internet situation). Well, I just wanted to alert everyone to the coolness of my friends, and to notify them that getting CDs before they come out makes one feel very special, for which I thank Claire, and that pretty smells (Anna) and music (my lovely parents) are also super welcome.I love everybody. And to add insult to injury (although upside-down and backwards, because I'm talking of happy things), nobody mocked me today, except Haddon just now, because I hadn't been mocked yet, and it felt really good. Well, when I say mocked I'm ignoring, of course, the few remarks of super-model look alike containing disgust at Bridget Jones' weight as we were watching the movie, causing me to comment: "Um, I weigh about 5 pounds more than that thanks."
Oh, the joys of being a perfect person is a body full of imperfections. It's sad, really. What's a girl to do (putting aside the joking discussion I had concerning my abnormal proportions and the posibilities of liposuction with my mother.)
Right, well this is getting quite sad really. Gotta go...,
I'm off to the "Burg", Tillsonburg that is. The taxi's coming in a couple of hours, and our train leaves at noon. Anyways, I'm going to be gone for christmas, and when I get back, It'll be mad fun with all the cousins running around my house. I've packed a funny little suitcase that's smaller than my backpack. It's cool! Right-o then, gotta fly! (I'm not quite ready yet).
That was, all in all, a nice evening. I had a hectic, wandering around with my mummy, day, then I got to relax on Claire's couch, with Jane and Cherry (and, duh, Claire!), and watch the Muppet Christmas Carol. I believe I will go on a search for the sheet music later. Anyways, the only negative bit was the whole "clubbing" and "fake ids" conversation that took place. I'm not taking a side, I just don't see that it's worth getting one if you're going to get carded because you look to young, and because there's no point anyways! Well, Considering I spent about a hundred bucks on books today, I'm going to go have a good read. Ta!,
Well, I'm bored. Because I have nothing to do. Because my bestest buddy got in a car accident last night, for which she blames helself. But since she is one of the most responsible drivers ever, I blame that delinquent slushy-ice. I knew it was up to no good. But Claire's okay, which is the most important, even though her arm is not supposed to be moved. And although she doesn't believe me, I think there's something wrong with her head too. But, considering her choice of friends, I'm not surprised. So tommorow, which, as we all know, is Dawson's/Gilmore night, I'm hoping they're on, so I can go up to Claire's and harrass her while we watch quality teen angst shows. Right, well I'm off to eat this funny cherry lolly I got. Yum. ,
Christmas has been concluded. And it was great. I got a super-expensive prezzie, like to the point where I feel bad, but I'm hoping for nothing for my birthday. It was a keyboard! (no, not the computer kind), and it's especially good when compared to my funny, off-key, can-no-longer-be-tuned, yellow piano. It's a really good keyboard, and it has speakers, and a pedal, and a stool. Mah!
I also got other cool prezzies, like a red belt, with stars on it from Liz, and some quality coconuty deals that I like from Rob, and... I'm stopping now! Must go mess around with keyboard, and "read manual". Yes, heh heh heh, I like to read manuals, especially after I've set it all up sans-manual.
Well, Merry Christmas/Holiday Season to all, and may you be blessed with a slightly more organized mind than mine. See ya!,
I'm sitting quietly, thinking about math. Yes, you hear me, math. I really don't like math, but somehow I must gather my globs of grey matter together so that they can form coherent, logical thought. So the annual shopping day was good, and tonight is my family's super-duper-special CHRISTMAS! yay! Right, so anyways, I just wanted to apologize for inconveniencing people, but I have to be home at ten to 5 to cook supper. Sorry. That would mean that I would have had to have left at 4. And we would have only gotten there 3-ish. So I wouldn't have been able to go to Canadian Tire and would have been left alone at your house. But I have a math project to do. ,
Well, I'm back at this wonderful old place we like to call TFS, semi-writing my History Essay. I've actually gotten it up to 1400 words, so there's only a bit more to go. Whoopie for me! I'm making Brett read it, but he isn't being particularly helpful...yet...oh well. I think there's something wrong with my wrists, quite probably from excessive typing: on this blog, on my work, on random crossword websites. Yes, crossword websites. I love crosswords. In fact, I am now going to go do a crossword. And then, I will work. (I swear!)
Ha ha ha!
Mr. Doughty says to mention him. Hi Mr. Doughty.,
Well, all I have to say is that I really love being off school. I may have to go in tomorrow, and I may have an essay to write, but that shouldn't take more then three or four hours all together, and then I'm all done. It's lovely. I'm sorry if I sound like I'm bragging but... It's great! Anyways, Jane came over, Michelle was here "studying" with Liz, and we watched chocolat. Quality. Well, I'm off to bed.
Just as an afterthought, I'm smiling. When was the last time anyone saw me smile for no good reason? It's good. ,
I'M FREEEEEEEEEEE Well, as free as one can be.
No more exams, but I've got a niggling feeling there's a history essay for me to write, and I've got to go into school tomorrow to meet with Mr. Bales about the pile of crap (and recognized as such) that is my TOK Essay.
Well, considering I've just slept off most of the migraine that had me seeing double during the math exam, I think I'll go wander aimlessly.
Congrats Vianney, I knew you could do it. :),
Just as a little note (I know! I've been writing so many bloggs lately!) I'd like to recount a fun little dialogue that went on at dinner...
Me (C): Robert, stop farting!
Liz (L): Ewwww!
C: Doorknobs! proceed to beat on Rob until he touches doorknob Rob (R): I didn't fart.
C: Yes you did!
silence for a few moments R: quietly I think my chicken has leprosy.
Mum (M): It's in a peanut sauce!
R: It's got weird blobs on it!
C: Heh heh, Robert's chicken has leprosy!
M: Robert! Your chicken is in a peanut sauce! (insert annoyed-mother speech here)
Heh heh heh... "My chicken has leprosy". My brother's stupid. Peanuts... heh heh heh...,
Oops, nearly forgot. I took the Geek Quiz to calculate my Geek Quotient, and it seems I'm "Slightly Geekier than Average, but there's still some cool in there." Heh heh heh... is anyone suprised? How dare it ask me Star Wars Questions, and if I've ever played D and D. I'm not a geek damn you! Calm.... calm...,
Well, I have to say, that was an unusually eventful day! Okay. I lied. So sue me!
I woke up early, did nothing special, watched some t.v., develloped a migraine, slept from 4pm until 8pm... I woke up, only to realize that Kurt Browning's "gotta skate" was on instead of Dawson's and Gilmore. I was sad.
I'm also very upset because I was going to attempt to do something on my history essay tonight, but I wrapped prezzies for the cousins, and my head still hurts. Oh, the fun.
Also, sadly, Rodney the Snowman is dead. He was leaning quite precariously this morning and then his head fell off into the road. But I would like to proudly say that putting his next to the maximum 40 sign was brilliant. It held him up quite nicely for most of the day.
Well, I'm off to sleep. Knowing me, I'll be up at like 6 because I've already gotten four hours of sleep. Maybe that'll make me study for math... Nah!
Night night.,
Ha! Me, Jane and Rob went out in the snow (even though there was a little bit of thunder and lightning) and made a super-gigantic snowman! It's SO cool! Anyway, that isn't the funny bit. I rolled the bottom snowball down the little hill in front of my house, but when we tried to push it back up, it was so big that we couldn't do it. Man that sticky snow is heavy! So now there's a giant snow man next to the Maximum 40 sign, because that's as far as we could get it. First snowman of the season! Hurrah!
And I'd like to thank Robert for doing his very best to destroy the snowman, including trying to kick him to pieces and throwing little pieces of snow at his head.
Then, we watched Prancer, a quality, but very stupid, Christmas movie. I love having a whole week-end until my next exams...,
I mailed Vianney's letter! Which he knows about! Because he read this. Awwww....
I love my blog, but it's a pain in the butt sometimes :)
But keep reading! That's what it's for!,
Right, so I'm just a little bit confused right now, but not really about anything in particular. First off, I want to apologize to Claire. I tried to add her to my blog today, and it was working, but it was causing issues when I loaded, which was no fun. Also, I want to congratulate Sanford on getting into Columbia. I know he doesn't read this, but Haddon may pass on the message, and I've already told him myself anyways. I also want to congratulate Claire on being deferred at Brown, and remind her that it's a million times better than what I could have done (they would have looked at my application and laughed). I'm not going to say anything about Aimee, because she won't check her e-mail, but I'll mention it later.
Once again, I haven't studied, and friends is in five minutes. And no offence, but I love the t.v. the most.,
I'm hoping this won't come out with too many spelling mistakes, considering I've managed to strain my eyes by not ever wearing my glasses when I'm reading in the half-dark of my room at night. Now, at that point I usually have them put away nicely in their funny little home, and don't think of wearing them because I might fall asleep on them. But the red puffiness of my eyes tells me I've been mistreating my eyes, and they're detracting from my natural gorgeousness. Which is sad, because I don't have any gorgeousness to spare. I'm going to have to take all the extra gorgeous I lent to my friends back, which is no fun, because they might get mad.
Well, enough of that. I wrote two letters tonight, one to Ranz and one to Vianney. The one to Ranz was rather short, and an e-mail, because I don't know her address in Syria and I didn't know what to say. The one to Vianney's is really funny though. It's a lot of rambling, and goes nowhere, but I think he'll appreciate it for entertainment purposes.
So I want to announce to everyone that if you start talking like Astro in the Jetsons it drives Brett crazy. He doesn't understand (ri ruv rou rall!) So It's fun, and it makes him more stressed that he is usually. One of these days his head is going to explode.
Well, I'm off to find another random book to read (I can't read tomorrow, gotta watch movies and study bio) so I'm going to read tonight. Instead of doing my history essay. Whoopie Doo Dah Hooray!,
So sad, I fell asleep before eating my advent calendar chocolate last night. And I didn't study for my exams until I got to school. Bah! That history exam was much less than quality, in fact, I might call it unquality, to make my meaning plain. Oh well, here's my theory. That was probably my hardest exam until my last one, math, which I'm going to fail anyways, but I have all weekend to study for. And I might have passed it, and I didn't study 'til lunch time. To me, that seems like good odds. But I could be wrong. Once again, I'm going to go read Nancy Drew, the ultimate procrastination book, while not doing my history essay. Then I'll write Claire's peer evaluation, while not doing my history essay. The peer evaluation will be in tomorrow. The history essay won't. I love me...,
Must... stay... up... until... midnight...
I have not good reason, trust me, but I'd feel really bad eating tomorrow's advent calendar chocolate if it isn't tomorrow. And I'm hungry. So, I finally finished my commonwealth essay, it's 1, 996 words. It's really bad. Oh well. I have two exams tomorrow, and I haven't started studying. I suck. I just hope I pass kick ass on both. That would be really cool, wouldn't it, me kicking ass on both. Especially seeing as I know nothing about the Cold War, and the history exam is on the... Cold War. Right. I'm screwed. I'm going to go read my art notes now. I might even absorb something. And if it isn't midnight when I'm done, I'll read another Nancy Drew. Nancy Drews are the best procrastination book.
Love, the gorgeous and spectacular,
Cat
Hang on, that isn't me! I'm going to look in the mirror...
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Do you know what's sad, because I sure do! It's quarter after one in the morning, I have an essay to write (not to mention my *gulp* non-existant commonwealth) and I've really only written 3 sentences. I mean, it's pathetic! My existence here is so sad.
I do have one happy thing though. Very happy actually! Exams start on Wednesday. No, I'm not being sarcastic, think about it. Exams start on Wednesday, they're over Monday. I'm not going to study a lot (I suck), so I really just have to finish off this work. Dagnamit! Oh well, It'll get done. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but, someday...
Btw, anyone excellent about Truman's place in the Cold War? Wanna write my essay? It's about the fact that the Cold War can be traced to long before the Truman Doctrine, and it would have happed with or without it. La la la, such a crappy thesis. Oh well.
I'm slurring. I wonder if I should slur when I write. It would be fun.,
So I've now been, in one night, to two libraries. I went to Scott, with J.B. (hang on, I'll explain) and then to Frost because stupid Liz needed to. Right, so the reasoning behind me going to Scott with J.B., my arch-enemy. Well, I don't hate him, just dislike him sometimes (read: when he's being an ass) and, well, he was going to the library. Considering I had no idea where to park or anything, I hadn't really wanted to go alone. I'm also quite frightened of the librarian, and I always prefer to be there with friends. Not that I'm saying J.B.'s a friend though. Just maybe a little less than an enemy for putting up with me tonight, considering the fact that I'm pretty sure he didn't want me along. Right, well enough of that, except for one thing I have to add... He was hitting on the drive through Tim Horton's girl! I think so, at least. It was funny! My trip to Frost was much less eventful. I went, actually got the one book that had been out at Scoot, and helped Liz find some crap. Then I came home. I'm now home. I like home.
I need chocolate,
You know when you have that nervous feeling in your stomach? The one that isn't quite butterflies, but is, and you really have nothing to be nervous about so you don't know why? Yeah, that's how I feel right now. If someone knows why, tell me, it might make me feel better. So, sadly, another year is on it's way out and I continue on my way with no life, and no prospects. Now, I don't know why, but this doesn't bother me, although it seems to bother a few other people. I really think I should save up all my points, and have a life next year... So if you're worried, It's very unlikely I will stumble upon a life, unless it stumbles over me. That made no sense. Right, so, I seem to be in a mail deficiency. No e-mail, no snail mail (from UBC, ahem!) and I'm getting lonely here in my cold room. I'm getting sad I decided to live in the basement. Now, if noone mails me, with what envelopes/printouts do I stoke my tiny fire?!? I don't think you understand that I need to live through the winter here! Now that you're all thoroughly confused, I'd like to establish, once and for all, that the hunt for legendary "perfect boy" is over. Someone else must have got to him first. It's back to the rolling in tar, flour and feathers (Fully clothed, thank you very much you sick minded dimwits!) and pretending to be a crow. It would actually be a lot of fun. Maybe I could sing some reggae!
That's probably enough to digest through for now. Or at least, I think so.
By the way (if you care, which you don't), It's been decided that I'm a lost cause. Ha. ,
Okay, crois moi, c’est le dernier de la journée. Je voulais juste écrire (et en francais encore!) Car j’ai eu une p’tite dispute avec mon père. Je ne savais pas qu’il était dérangé du fait que je vais perdre mon français l’année prochaine. Ses amis étaient ici et ils me demandaient où je pense aller l’année prochaine et j’ai dit: “Probablement Queen’s ou UBC”. Ils demandaient donc, pourquoi pas McGill ou Ottawa U. Je crois assez simple, je ne veut pas y allé! C’est après ça qu’ils ont tous pris côté contre moi. Tant mieux! C’est ma décision. Ils peuvent aller se perdre dans une grande forêt. (Un pour moi! J’ai inventé cette magnifique phrase! Elle sera maintenent entendu tout le temps!) Juste pour savoir, si vouz croyez qu’une classe de français sera assez pour garder mon français au même niveau auquel il est maintenent, envoyez moi du courier éléctronique. (Et quand même! Je comprends que mon français n’est pas excellent, mais j’en parle un peu avec mon père. La chose un peu étrange est que j’en ai pas parlé à l’école depuis au moins un an!)
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Sadly, I have exams starting on Wednesday, and possibly more sadly, I haven't cracked a textbook all weekend. Not that I've done nothing mind you, I've actually been quite productive! I re-read all my old mystery club books, to combat boredom; finally finished Uther and read Timothy Findley's Pilgrim. Which I quite liked, but was odd in bits. I also watched some quality television programming Saturday night. I mean, those Dawson's and Gilmore episode were just full to the brim with great teen angst moments. I've also found out that I have a Christmas present to look forward to. Inadvertently, of course. I'm not quite sure what it is, but from my dad's "You have a christmas present that you'll really like!" to my mum's subsequent angry glares, I got a hint. Anyways, I really have verry little else to say. Except of course, if anyone wants to write me a commonwealth, feel free... Or a 2500 word history essay! I'll love you!
TTFN! ,
Well, it's really funny how things get around. I mean, people who have/will never read my blog have got one of the wacky "what horrible affliction are you?" things up on their site. And just for the record, I was rabies, but decided Elizabeth Bathory was cooler. So, just for fun, I'm going to link up to this wicked site. I don't know hoe long it'll take to load on some people's computers, but there are some quality photos on there, 'specially the cat. And no, Claire, I didn't see it before I did my flowers. But I do like them (not mine!). I wonder how they got transparent... Anyways, I'm done. My day was boring. Exams start next wednesday... The drug thing was funny. I was in the "quiet" a.k.a. the "good kids who don't use and ask stupid questions", section.
It's back to English. I've really done nothing today, and tomorrow won't be much more productive. It's sad, really... the fact that I have exams next week and I really don't care. And the essays, like those are getting done. I'm bored, really bored, and noone has any blogs for me to read. Sad Cat. :(,
J’ai décidé de, dès aujourd’hui, écrire de temps en temps en français. J’ai pas de raisons, ou, quand même, pas de bonnes raisons, mais c’est mon blog, et je peut en faire ce que je veux. Alors, je n’ai vraiment rien d’intéressant à dire... Je suis en classe, rien à faire, (sauf mon travail!) mais j’ai fait la décision la plus simple, et je refuse de travailler. La dernière classe de ma journée aujourd’hui sera l’art, heureusement pas l’histoire de l’art (j’en ai assez!) Je dois partir, quelqu’un me parle. Je ne peut pas deviner qui (j’écoute la musique) mais si je me retourne je le découvra probablement. A plus tard!
Oh oui, et ne te décourage pas, c’est plus de trouble que ça vaut pour écrire en français. Ça ne mérite pas tout écrire en Word, puis copier et coller.,
You know what I've just, right now, this moment, realized? I'm going to have no friends next year. I'm either going to go off to Queen's (if I get in) and not be able to deal with anyone because Claire-the-intermediary-for-my-psychotic-behaviour will be elsewhere, or I'm going to go off to UBC and have no friends. Period. Now, to me this all somehow seems very sad. I've fully accepted that my friends only like me for my ice-cream (except a select few, who appreciate having someone crazy around, maybe to make them look good but... who knows!) and very little else. I'm sort of anti-social, not always very nice, and more than a little odd. I'm not sure that all of those together make up a good person. Or at least a good person to be friends with.
Here's my second dilemma: Even if Claire doesn't get into one of her schools in the States, she probably won't want to come to Queen's in the end. Or what if she does, and I've decided (for reasons unknown) on UBC (if I get in). I mean, for the past ten years the people I know have basically been forced to get along, or at least a little. That isn't going to happen anymore. And my relationship issues.... let's not get into those. Oh well. I can always bring my stuffed cat.
So today was a long day. I mean really. Ten hours is a little too much. Oh well, at least thursday I don't have anything after school. So, just to admit it, I'm a little bit worried about the history essay. I'm only going to do it Sunday night, but I'm having doubts. Oh well. Here's my fun little thing of the day:
If my name was Sue, and I had a kangaroo, what would my kangaroo do?!?
Reflect on that.,
I lied, I'm a great sister. I've got Liz's birthday present, thought about her Christmas present, and organized prezzies for Joe and Jane. Just sorta touristy stuff that'll be from Claire and I. I do believe I rock. So that's all I had to add. Except: I got 2 new school shirts! (simple minds, simple pleasures...)
Life is good. (Except for math monthly, math project, history essay.... la dee dah)
I'm beginning to think that I'm a bad sister. First, I haven't bought Liz her birthday present yet, and tomorrow's her birthday; and second, well... is a second really necessary? I've decided that I may have to go with plan number two. Not for any particular reason, but just because, well, figure this: me and "perfect boy"? Ya, right, in my dreams. I guess I'll have to stick with the more accesible plan. Anyways, I just wanted to throw that out to the world. This, too: If smarties make you smart, why aren't I smarter?,
I'm becoming more and more disappointed with all those people who have chosen their lives over their blogs. This is not allowed! Now, you tell me: if you have a life, but neglect your blog, how in the world am I supposed to know that you have a life! And what's the point in having a life if you can't rub it in the faces of the lifeless ones? Right, so that may seem, on the surface, to make no sense, but if you think about it, it's deep and meaningful. I swear!
I want everyone to know that I have a new plan. Instead of simply flunking out of TFS and disappearing into the wild blue yonder, I'm going to flunk out but not disappear. I don't yet know how this will be accomplished but I think a "perfect boy" is necessary. Now, these may just be very hard to find, or they may be a complete myth, but I'm a girl on a mission, a search and rescue mission, and if you have any tips just give me a shout at on_silver_wings@hotmail.com . You won't regret it, I swear. On the other hand, I might be able to accomplish my non-disappearing act in another way, but that would involve rolling myself in tar, flour and feathers, and then running about pretending I think I'm a crow. I'm not yet sure which plan is better. You see, they both have their moments. If I catch elusive "perfect boy", everyone will be in such a state of shock that they will have no option to remember me as "That loud, obnoxious, french-Canadian girl that tracked down and netted "perfect boy" ". However, if I go with plan number two, they will either remember me as "That loud, obnoxious, french-Canadian girl that went insane and thought she was a crow" or just block my dratted image out of their heads completely. We will see... we will see...,
Today, I took a day off my school work. The funny thing is, however, that I still managed to get lots done. Firstly, my world lit. 2. It may have been due on friday, but I had my mental breakdown thursday night. It is now done though. Secondly, my TOK essay. It's 2 words over the minimum, which means that after Mr.Bales has corrected it, I'll have space for review. Thirdly, my math project. It may not be finished, but I've made the discovery that I won't be able to finish it until I talk to Mme. Zobiri. That seems like quite a bit for a day of no work to me! And on top of all that, I wasn't home all day. I invaded on the GAP students day and did my best to be a horrible guide. And I saw Row-bear, or Robert, from Canoe and Kayak. It was cool! I hadn't seen him since the summer of 2000. And that's it. I got to eat yummery stuff, saw Monsters, Inc and watched the end of "The Family Man" with Nicholas Cage, or whatever its called. It was quite bad. Tomorrow will be spent at home, trying to appease my mother, who was not at all happy with my not doing any work today. But that, my friends, was only on the surface... Now I need to sleep. Night,
Tonight was a lot of fun. First of all, I rock at 5-pin bowling (well, not really...) and second of all, I got to make a fool out of myself at a TFS dance. And what is there that's more fun than that? Tomorrow night I'm going up to Claire's and bringing Jane with me (Cherry probly won't be able to come) and I'm maybe going to take the day off and invade on the GAP students. But somehow I'm thinking that's a bad idea because they won't really want me to come. Well, invading is invading! Not a good thing. Maybe I'll stay home and write my essay... We'll see.,
Name: Cat Home: Edinburgh, United Kingdom About Me: Managed to graduate from Queen's, and am now in Teacher training at Edinburgh.
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