Today was mad entertaining.
First of all, my aunt and grandparents are here, and arrived today, so I have my aunt sleeping in my room for the night. Secondly, I think I was really pissing Andrew off. He's too nice to straight out tell me, but what can I say, he got pretty close.
But I went to a movie this evening anyways: Death to Smootchy. I refuse to give a review, because it's something you have to go into with no preconceptions. I will say one thing though, when it was written, there were drugs involved...
Well, not necessarily. It's just likely.
So went to the movie with Andrew, Laur and Andrew's friend Nick. Andrew initially described him as loud. I didn't get it at first, but it dawned during the show. But I'm not the one to judge. I'm damn loud.
And that's about it.
Nothing super exciting, but I got out of the house, which is positive.
I think I'm gonna go sit around now.... ,
Amazingly, I've been crazy busy the last few days. I kept meaning to blog, but as soon as I finished whatever I was doing I would fall asleep right away. I think that's what happens when you keep going to bed in the early morning, and therfore getting 5 or less (more often less) hours of sleep each night.
Maybe I should have kept a running count of the classes I almost fell asleep in.
Right, well I wanted to mention something a little bit funny.
You know I like Five Iron Frenzy.
Well, I was talking about them with Maggie (who HASN'T heard Oh Canada!) when all of a sudden she says something like:
"Ummm... you know they're a christian band, right?"
Now imagine me thinking...
My thoughts ran to: "And?"
I guess to some people it matters. I know they're a big part of the Scum of the Earth Church, but it doesn't affect their music!
I know their music has christian influences, I can hear the words...
It doesn't bother me.
Should it?
Maybe if I weren't christian, and were religious.
Meh.
More fun and excitement tomorrow. ,
I'd written a post earlier, but Charles pointed out to me, quite rightly, that nothing ever happens in my blog. Now I could have simply pointed out that it all comes back to the fact that I have no life, but where would the fun be in that?
I have two options then. I can either post less, and save up interesting things, or keep posting constantly, and have everyone bear with the fact that my life isn't all that interesting. I haven't completely decided yet, but I think that if I stopped blogging I would go into withdrawl, so that's that.
Anyway, onto the fun stuff...
Overheard scene: two girls stand in the hallway of their school, discussing awards to be given at graduation.
Girl 1: I don't know who to put down for the academic awards.
Girl 2: Put me.
Girl 1: But there's three spots!
Girl 2: Well leave the other two blank then...
Girl 1: okay.
Now, that's very approximate, and probably not fair enough to girl 2, because she's her and I'm me. But I found it quite funny.
Okay, that's enough of that, I think.
Too bad my life isn't more eventfful, but other than the computer eating files I spent four hours on, there isn't much.
So I'm now a member of a team. A team of odd ducks.
Really!
Think about it this way, (or try and follow my train of thought, it amounts to the same thing) the odd ducks are sort of like the mighty ducks. Except that we're actually odd, whereas the mighty ducks weren't mighty. To begin with.
I don't know how that speaks for our remaining odd, but there it is.
So far, the team is just me and Matt (person I met in Cancun). Since I know the majority of those who read this are also odd ducks (you don't qualify if you can't use the phrase freely), I'll add you to the list if you leave me a lovely comment. And then I'll post the list later. And you can be reminded, and then be very, very, afraid.
You know how I love scaring people.
On another note, I had two quotes I meant to post last night after the oscars, and didn't. But they rock, so here they are.
- "How can they call it 'deep down' when they're so shallow?" - Jane, of a Neutogena deep cleanser advert
- "Hats... for bats. Keep bats warm..." - guy in Major League, while stealing golf club fuzzy dealie,
In which Cat realizes something previously unrealized...
Yes. I've decided to give some posts titles.
Why?
For the hell of it. Damn you! Why must you question everything I do!?!
Do you get some sort of kick out of it?
Ahem. right then. Anyway, not all posts will have titles. Not even many! Just some. Those that I consider deserving. Moving on...
I've realized that I read too many weird books. Not so much before, when I at least chose the books I read myself, but lately... I've run out of books, and I find myself reading things like Les fous du Bassan, by Anne Hébert. And while there may be nothing inherently wrong with this book, it frightens me just a little bit that I'm resorting to reading something that gets studied by french classes. Voluntarily. I don't even take french anymore!
I have nothing against reading french in general, I do it often, but I never thought I'd sink so low as to read something intellectual.
Right, well that's all I really have to say. Except I have a math monthly tomorrow.
No, I'm not going to study.
No, I won't be writing the english journals either, I didn't bring home my book.
Yeah! T.V. for Cat!
As always, ,
01. name? Cat
02. d.o.b.? before yesterday
03. location? Toronto
04. religion? erm.... religion.... eh... That's a good question.
05. occupation? Nerd Magnet.
APPEARANCE
01. hair? funny red blonde colour. Likes to sit in funny ways.
02. eyes? blue green
03. height? 5'7, or thereabouts.
RIGHT NOW
01. wearing? jeans, a tank top, my "underwear" (read: not really) shirt from GAP body, a fleece sweater. Layers rock.
02. listening to? Yellow Second.
03. thinking of? Music and candy.
04. feeling? meh.
LAST THING YOU...
01. bought? gas for el coche
02. did? started a book
03. ate & drank? egg in a hole and o.j.
04. read? last thing I finished...? NP
05. watched on tv? Wyatt Earp. Cowboy movies rock.
WHO DO YOU WANT TO...
01. kill? Many people. Myself included. Man I'm obnoxious.
02. shag? I'd rather keep that to myself
03. slap? Erm... for lack of any real answer.... Liz
04. hear from? Sean, about next weekend dealie.
05. get really wasted with? No one. Not by myself either... fuck.
06. tickle? Elmo
07. look like? "I wanna be a super model, with hair that...." Oops. Um... no one.
08. be like? Somebody really cool.
09. avoid? Skinny people.
FAVOURITE...
01. color? Blue
02. clothing store? Don't have favourites.
03. chocolate bar? Sometimes Crunchie, sometimes Aero.
04. season? Summer and its suburbs (i.e. late spring, early fall)
05. TV show? Gilmore Girls!!!
06. Movie? That really isn't the kind of question you can ask me.
07. kind of music? kind? Everything!!!!!! To a certain extent.
It's late. Especially since I've gotta wake up to go to the barn for my last riding lesson ever, which was delayed because of the break. We'll see how fat I get without even that one form of exercise. Should be entertaining to watch me inflate like a balloon. So I'm talking to Cavan (from camp), which is entertaining, because I think I scare him a lot of the time. Even though he's the scary one. Have him grin at you, seriously, you'll consider running away.
Nah, I'm just kidding. Well, sorta.
So I have an ice pack around my neck right now, and one waiting to be put under my hand, and there's none left for my head. The one around my neck is the "because I feel ill" one, the one under my hand is the "my hand is infected" one, and the one for my head would be the "I have a headache" one. But not a migraine. Which is definitely positive.
Right, well that's probly enough "pity me 'cause I'm a mess" stuff. And I won't mention the last, "I'm a fucking screw-up" thing because, well, it isn't necessary. So Claire, you keep your mouth shut. Everyone'll know soon enough.
Well, Matt (from cancun) is online, so I'm going to go be the harassing beast I love to be.
And for some reason, the theme to the flintstones, mixed with the theme to the Simpsons, is going through my head. Lovely, really.
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I've been meaning to make a long, rambly entry, but hadn't gotten around to it. But here it is. In a moment, it will have all the necessary characteristics (read: length and rambly-ness).
I've been sitting around a lot lately. I s'pose it isn't very good for me, but that's okay. Everyone seems to be trying to get me to exercise, and I could take the hint, but I'd rather not.
Last week was pretty good, and this one, in comparison, sucks. It was good because I wasn't with my parents though. That's honestly the main reason. I guess it's kind of sad that I'd generally rather be around people I don't know, but too bad. It's going to be sad next year. I'm going to be so antisocial. People I see every day will have to read this blog to figure out what's going on. Muah ha ha ha ha.
I wonder what would happen if I really lost 20 pounds. Other than me being sickly. Hmm... I don't think I'm willing to try though. Target, "healthy" weights are for tools. Yup, you heard me, tools.
I just realized that after I'm finished this, I'm going to delete the preceeding entry. It's a little bit much, I think.
Because it will be deleted, here's the gist of it:
My mum wanted me to exercise. I got on the bike (in my jeans and polo shirt, because I was mad serious about it), and my knees got sharp pains in 'em. So I stopped. How nice for me. I got off, my mum told me off. The end.
Lovely, isn't it.
Yes, and now I will ramble, to fill the rambling component.
I am an odd duck, although not a duck, just odd. I think.
Only I don't think at all, really.
And I have no friends who's houses I can flee to to avoid my family, without taking the car.
Which sucks.
Rather alot.
And now I will go delete that other entry.
La la la.
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Okay... I'll now outline the happenings of my last few days through various ICQ status messages. Why? Because I'm a freak, that's why.
Wednesday... - Sitting with a purple mongoose, named Bill (Occupied)
- Bill the purple mongoose has run off with another girl, how sad. (Occupied)
- The purple mongoose has decided he wants to read my book, "Pigs in Heaven". He's attached to it like a snapping turtle. I'm going to get some hot water to pour over his head. (Away)
- I've gone to bed, and the purple mongoose has gone for a swim in the dirty on-top-of-pool-cover water. yum. (N/A)
Thursday... - Reading a new book. "Pigs in Heaven" has been handed over to Bill. (Occupied)
- Cleaning, and trying to keep Bill the purple mongoose away from the eggplant. (Occupied)
- Bill the purple mongoose and I have gone out to babysit some difficult children. We'll be out quite late. Maybe the novelty of having him around will distract them from being dificult. (N/A)
- SLEEP (N/A)
Today... - Bill has his purple mongoose tail wrapped around the mouse. (Occupied)
-Mongooses of rainbow appearance everywhere. (Away)
- I've given up on the purple mongoose. (Occupied)
- Gone somewhere far far away: To get Liz's G1. (N/A)
- Back. Must wait for painters. Damn mongoose is stuck in my hair. (Occupied)
- Gone. (N/A)
- Heh heh, ministry of transportation closed for strike. Poor non-G1 Lizzy. Sad. (Occupied)
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I hate my brother. Sad, and oh so true.
Lets take today as a shining example: Tried to call Charles to wish him a happy birthday, seeing as how it's his birthday today, and Robert wouldn't get off the phone. I told him my life was none of his business, and he said that was okay then, because I don't have a life so we must be talking about somebody else's (bordeline true). Anyways, I had to go fight him for the phone, because he wouldn't get off, and then when I got it he came down and banged on my door until he figured out a way to break into the lock. All of this, might I add, while I was still talking to Charles. Now, had Robert not been being a pain in the ass, it would have been a nice, short, happy birthday. Instead, it was dragged out for 10 minutes, and Charles had to go.
Damn brother.
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I was sitting today, and thinking that rather than trying to figure out ways of getting CDs that are really difficult to get, I may as well not, and go get a few CDs I've really been wanting to buy.
So I did.
I now have gorgeous new copies of Simple Plan's No pads, no helmets... just balls (which only came out yesterday! waahooo!), and Juliana Theory's Music From Another Room. I'm happy. And that's about all. On that note, I'm going to go off and waste my break reading more of my parents' books that are lying around that I hadn't gotten around to reading. I was actually considering Gorbachev earlier... scary, eh?
Soundtrack to my day: No pads, no helmets... just balls, in particular, The Worst Day Ever. Don't pretend you haven't heard it. Or if you haven't.... shame on you!,
Hmm... so... First of all, I decided to keep the amusing quizzes I did, such as the pirate name quiz(I was Red Charity Kidd) to myself. Just because I'm a weirdo, and realized that I was going to write randomly for a while and therefore didn't need to fill space. So no pretty little pictures today, even though some of them were pretty cool.
Firstly I wanted to mention the fact that I'm rather bored. I mean, it's break and I've spent the day cleaning my room and reading. A little too much like a normal weekend for my liking, except for the fact that I'm not at school. So I was thinking of starting my homework (that is, writer's craft assignment from before break), and my brain drew back in horror. In fact, it pulled back so hard I think it may have done something to my neck but... no matter. It was just sort of a shock that I honestly had nothing better to do than homework. I mean, I have friends, right? Where are they! (Claire, why aren't you here!?! You're the boredom relief!).
Oh well, I'll just comfort myself with the fact that I don't have school 'til next monday, and even then I have the friday off. (whoo hoo easter!)
I am madly looking forward to any chocolate that may be collected during easter. I intend to eat it all at once, get even more disgustingly fat, and then remember that I should have shared. Or maybe I'll even share first, seeing as all I have to do this week is sit around and eat. I may be full before I even get to the chocolate.
Right, well my mum should be home in about 10 minutes, and I haven't really started cleaning, so off I go, like a whirling dirvish.
Or, well, something to that effect.,
Right, well I'm being really sketchy today. No fault of my own, (read: completely my damn fault) but that's just the way things are.
As soon as I got home, Haddon was there, harassing me about the trip. It's nice to have something like that, something you can always depend on as a constant.
Anyway, Rob's home from France, which is super weird, but it's nice to have a brother again, because Liz sure as hell isn't going to play Tony Hawk with me. I feel like going outside and squishing something, possibly something that doesn't squish too easily, like an apple. That way I could really jump on it... because, you know, that's the thing to do.
Before everyone decides I've gone mad I'm going to go. I took a bunch of quizzes, but I think I'll save them for tomorrow.
Off to play Tony Hawk!
oh, and the soundtrack of the day is: Men with Brooms sountrack.
Qualité...,
So I'm back from Cancun. I'm going to keep this minimal, because, well, although it was great fun, there wasn't anything super-out-of-the-ordinary. I'm also going to keep this minimal because I haven't typed anything for a week and my fingers seem to have half forgotten how. Anyway, the place was gorgeous: beautiful beach, pools and grounds, with everything right near the room. There were also some really sketchy shows in the evenings, like the one on friday, where this mexican guy was signing a whole bunch of micheal jackson stuff, while costumed and powdered. Cherry and I, for once, didn't have any major arguments, probably to do with the fact that although we were, together, it wasn't all the time. Oh, and then there was the fact that Caley (from Canoe and Kayak) and his friend Alex were there. Or, as Caley put it, rather drunkenly, on the first night: "As if you're here!". Entertainment, that was, but we really only saw him the first night. So I sat around, got tanned/burnt, but not enough to be super noticeable, and made some friends at the sketchy disco. Heh heh heh. Well, that's probly enough, so I'll now come to a screeching halt. Oh, and how were your vacations?,
Today was a lazy day. I went to the mall around one, and got the Men with Brooms soundtrack, and then went for my bikini wax, which was quite scary, but not as bad as I'd expected.
When I got home, I talked to Cherry, and quite forgot to say anything about her dance dealie.
Then there was this evening, which was... interesting. Jane came over, because she's Jane, and she comes over, and then Andrew came over, because I'm not feeling very well and didn't want to go anywhere. Jane, as she is apt to do, got along with Andrew. She's a very get-alongable type, she is.
Anyways, I hadn't seen Andrew since a year before last October, when we did our NLS, so that was a little bit weird, but the fact that we watched Mallrats makes everything okay. Because I like Mallrats.
And that was it. My entire day. Because I know you all care. Care so much it hurts.
Oh, and my philosophical thought of the day is: If mittens are for kittens, and I'm not a pussy, what does that say about me wearing gloves.
Nonsensical rubbish, that's what.
Oh, and I'm off in a bit. Be back in a week from my sunny holiday.
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Scene: Three girls in their early teens, walking slowly down the street, wearing private school uniforms. Two wear jean jackets, one a pea coat.
Girl 1: You know why I think older guys date younger girls? I mean, guys that are like 18 and girls our age?
Girl 2: Why?
1: I think it has something to do with the fact that, we're, well prettier than them. *giggle*.
Girl 3: Sad, but true. I swear, some people are so ugly I just don't like looking at them. * giggle*
2:You gotta feel sorry for them though...
1: Well some of them, yeah. But there's two kinds! There's the ones that just grew up ugly... know what I mean?
2, 3: yeah
1: and the ones that just don't try. I mean, no make up, ugly clothes... ugh.
1, 2, 3: *burst out giggling*
Older Girl has overtaken them, as they are walking slowly, and goes by. Pause
1(whispering): I mean, look at her.
3: Ewwww.
Here's a little hint to the world, the older girl was me. Yes, my self esteem is soaring.,
Ahh, you are "Velveta Shells and Cheese". You are expensive, no denying this, but its the price you pay for quality. You don't even require other food supplies. Water and a pan is all you need to get by. That silver bag your cheese comes in looks like something out of the 23rd century, but it's cool! And those crevices in the shells hold the cheese so well... You Rock!
Well, I'm back. In writer's craft, once again. It seems that my best posting times are in writer's craft, when I have absolutely nothing else to do.
Here's why:
I'm not gonna hand in my big writer's craft assignment. The 22 pages. I'm just not.
Basically, that means I'm screwed, but, well, that's life. It has something to do with the fact that I can't write cohesively, and can't write anything that has any sort of conclusion. Unless, that is, the main character dies. Suicide... hit by a car... fatal illness. The easy way out. It's the easiest way to end a story. It's not that I have no imagination. At least, I don't think it is. I think it's more the fact that I have no life and therefore have trouble trying to conclude any given series of events. Oh well. Too bad, isn't it?
Right, well that's all I really have to say. Sorry I haven't been posting much. I'll try and post a bunch before I leave, so that everyone has some stuff to do. (Heh heh, maybe even a couple of my wonderful Catherine games). Because you know me, I'm here to help.
Oh, and by the way. Aimee still isn't talking to me. It's like some kind of record. She hasn't talked to me since the musical. Too bad for her, I say.
Well, I'll leave on that note. The note was, in case you didn't realize, that I'm a evil bitch. So bye.
And a muah ha ha ha ha ha ha for good measure.,
I'm reading fairy tales.
Don't ask me why, I just am.
Oooh... now I'm hungry.
Let's see how inane I can make this.
I am cat.
Have a hat.
Sat on mat.
Mat had rat.
Rat was fat.
Cat got bat.
Silly cat.
Heya. In writer's craft, thinking about the meaning of life. Well, actually, about a bunch of stuff, but not that. Something I wrote last night (for writer's craft) made me think, or get really scared by my thought processes, so I think I'll go ahead and post it. It's from my big w.c. project.
"A universal question: why are rose coloured glasses meant to make everything seem good? I mean, if you look at a dead squirrel on the road, and then put on the rose coloured glasses, it’s still the same squirrel, and it’s still dead. (Although I did just have an image of a dancing squirrel with a top hat and cane jumping up and reinflating – cause it was run over – when the glasses went on). The only thing that changes it that the road gets a pink tinge. Right?
Think about it."
Yeah, so I'm crazy. And a little bit sketchy, too. Oh well.
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Yes. I know.
Long time no post.
Not my fault though. I'd written this great, angry post about how my sister doesn't appreciate the fact that I drive her everywhere but... my blogger ate it.
Big chunks. Chewed, swallowed. You know. The way it does, every once in a while.
So I really don't have much to say, because, well, I've spent the day riding, reading and chatting with my "posse" (heh heh heh).
Just one thing: Tengo una problema. Mi espanol no esta muy bueno, y fue a Cancun en una semana. Espera que puedes decir que piensa. Cosas como.... Holo, me llama Catherine, yo soy canadiense y hablo solamente una poca de espanol. Perdon.
Con buenas esperas, (that's fr-anish --> french/spanish)
Catherine
Oh well, at least I can make up words. Hmmm. adding "a" and "o" to the ends of french words...,
I'm tired. Tired enough to yawn, but not tired enough to go to bed. I've just started the fourth of the pile of books I purchased the other day... Sad, isn't it.
Anyways, I really just wanted to present the world with a quote that I think is so true that it should get more recognition. ' "Too handsome to be any good when he was young. That always spoils a man." ' Man, L.M Montgomery Rocks. That particular snippet is from A Tangled Web One of her only books I hadn't read. Weirdness. Anyways, I thought it was apt. Explains the uselessness of the very attractive guys.
Speaking of very attractive guys, I'm meant to find myself one in Cancun. But, seeing as that's an impossibility, I intend to find one for Cherry. I'll look like a blimp next to her and Liz, and everyone will notice how gorgeous she is.Silly Cherry, she doesn't get that by her going on a diet she makes my purpose redundant. Skinny people shouldn't diet.
Right. So that's enough deep, insightful thought for today. I think.
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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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