Today has been exceedingly boring.
Exc-eeeeeeee-dingly I say.
I've just been sitting around, watching some t.v., cleaning my room, sitting around... Another of life's vicious cycles.
I've also been pondering the meaning of life, and I think I've finally discovered it...
It's that -
- no. I can't share that. It would destroy the search for meaning that so many embark on.
So I'll just share Brent's view, that many of you may remember from grade ten english.
Be born, procreate, and die. In Brent-ish terms, procreate was taken to mean "have sex".
Ahh.... grade ten. Gotta miss it sometimes...
I think that was some of the most pointless, useless, rambling I've done in quite some time.
Oh well.
What's your meaning of life?,
The Leafs vs. Hurricaines game (game 6! astounding!) was rather depressing, but at least I had Geoff and Jane to watch it with...
It was sad to see how the Leafs continued to progress by a series of near-misses, never cleared the puck out of their end, and were relying on a few players to support them with extraordinary plays.
But that goal in the last bit of regulation time - that had seemed so impossible that some people had stopped watching - gave me hope.
And if the Leafs had lost for any other reason than failing to clear the goal from their end I would have been pleased.
They tried though, so I s'pose that's enough.
I'll watch the finals, but the heart's gone out of it.
It's like everything with the Leafs, and if you're a fan, you'll know what I mean... You know when you're watching a game, and something good happens, and there's a chorus of "Oh!"
and something good follows immediately after, and there's another chorus of "Oh!"
and then the Leafs screw up... "ohhhhhh."
I'm not sure I captured the essence of the tone in those syllables, but I'm sure you understood, in one way or another.
Oh well...
,
Being the silly beast that I am, I didn't go to sleep tonight. I've been reading a book (The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory) straight through from last night, and now I figure that since it's almost done I may as well finish it, as I'm being woken up at six-thirty.
It's sad, how much I read.
I really like historical fiction.
Oh well, back to my book I guess... maybe I'm going crazy. I'm going to fall asleep in my history test, and hope that there's a question about how Gandhi united India. I could write on that no problem...,
I took the Emo quiz that you can see on Claire's blog, and it told me I was an emo kid. Well, actually, I first got the charlie brown answer Claire got, but I hadn't been sure about the last quote, and when I changed it it was emo kid.
But no matter, because I'm not posting the quiz.
I really enjoy being difficult.
Well, I suppose I should be studying for the make-up history test I've got tomorrow (I've been done school since the 14th, but no one seems to let that bother them). But I think I'd rather read. More Arthur Ransom. Peter Duck to be precise. I do believe this is the third book I've read today, in between sleeping and a shopping trip to Winner's with my mom and Jane-the-GAP-student. Wahoo!
Speaking of my books, my thirteen-year-old brother walked in to my room today, looked about at all my bookshelves, and asked "Have you actually read all these books?".
I thought is was a stupid question, and answered that I had, several times most of them. At this, he pointed out that the number of pages that he had read in his life were probably represented in about two shelves of one of my three bookcases, full of their double rows of books.
If that's anywhere near true, maybe I'm even more of a nerd than I thought. Ugh.
Oh well, what can I say. Books are friendly beasts. Off I go to read some more.,
Right, well down to business...I went to listen to Orchestra Toronto's concert at the Leah Posluns theatre, because of Jane who was playing the viola and wanted us to come. It was nice, I like listening to music, and classical music is always positive because it's universal... I mean, in the sense that most people have heard at least bits of what gets played, and therefore can enjoy the rendition that much more.
I'll stop blabbing now. It was good. That's enough.
Before that, Claire and I were sitting around, bored, and started watching O. You know, the pop-culture version of Othello? Anyway, we disliked it so much (maybe we weren't in the mood) that we deceided go ride the entire subway... both lines...
Okay, I was kidding. But we took a trip down to the Queen subway station, fully intending to walk down Queen, and ended up walking down Yonge instead. It was fun times. We went to the sketchy Rock t-shirt store that always smells of weed, and then kept walking for a bit. Because we never made it to Queen (the Orchestra concert was impending) we now have plans for next week. Which is good, because we can never seem to decide what to do. Now we have plans all set up!
So my purchases were not exciting, but I suppose I'll share them, to make all you shopaholics happy. I got two patches, a necklace that I'm going to wear as two bracelets, and a vintage Mickey Mouse tee to replace the one I have, that I got from my mom because she's had it since before I was born, but that's coming apart at the seams. The new one's a tad big, but that's never bothered me before!
Right, well my music seems to have stopped in an untimely manner, and I think it's telling me to go to sleep. Which I believe I will do, after I read this book... (Missee Lee, by Arthur Ransome. Arthur Ransome rocks.)
Today was another lazy day, tacked on the the end of a series of lazy days I've passed lately.
I swear, as much as I appreciate the time off, I really don't know what to do with myself, and I refuse to "just get on the treadmill... just for 20 minutes a day" as my mother suggests. My knees have finally stopped collapsing regularly, after eight years of trouble, and I don't intend to treat them like that. And I'm not going to spend two hours on the stationary bicycle so that I break a sweat. Why should I care if I'm out of shape, or overweight, or not-especially-attractive? Or, better yet, why should my mother care?
I'm introverted, and like my books better than I like most people, and the way I look doesn't especially bother me.
Whew, that made me sound depressed and bitter. Must end the tone, and go on to happier things.
I went to see The importance of being Earnest today, with Claire. It was decent, but with a cast like that it could have been better. Also, there were some uneccesary bits (the tattooed ass, the added "a" in the title), but I can sort of understand it. When a grade twelve has the names Richter and Richler confused, and doesn't seem to know who Oscar Wilde is, there's got to be some sort of culture deficiency. I suppose I've escaped it, at least partially, because of all the books I read, but that's left me with a complete cluelessness when it comes to pop culture. Even in regards to music, which I love, I'm sadly deficient.
I also watched Dawson's Creek tonight (must get my fill of teen angst... mmmm) and had a great discussion over the name of the show, and how sad it is that they can never get rid of Dawson, although he certainly isn't the most entertaining character. I thought it was funny.
I'm also planning to go up to a friend from school's cottage next week, for a couple days (two days, one night, more or less)... so that means ROAD TRIP with Claire. Road trips rock. The only problem is my parents' hesitance with me driving on the highway (my mom's never done it, so she's nervous, and my dad's seen way too many fatal accidents). I've more or less got them over it, but I think I'm going to be sticking to secondary roads. And it's probably a good thing that it's just Claire in the car with me. I don't think they'd be too happy if there were to be a bunch of people in the car.
Right. Well that's my life.
As usual, nothing super exciting, but before I go I'd like to discuss the brilliance behind the spork/foon. Sometimes I eat rice with a fork, sometimes with a spoon. If there's chicken on top, I'll often use a fork, but depending on the kind of rice, the grains just fall right through the tines. And eating chicken with a spoon? Absurd! So I often then revert to chopsticks, because I enjoy them, but then my brother laughs at me. But with a spork/foon, everything is so easy! Think about it!
Well.. I suppose that'll top off everyone's quotient of confusion and insanity. I think I'll go read a book or two, then fall asleep. Sounds like a blast, doesn't it...,
I spent most of today making funny little awards for the softball team, that they will undoubtedly not appreciate, and then went to graduation rehearsal. It was seriously one of the stupidest things I've ever attended, and they told us some bad news. No mortar boards. We have to wear the damn robes, but we don't get any hats.
They also told us that until we give them the piece of paper they want with the university we're planning to attend written on it, they won't give us the PIN numbers we need to get our grades in July.
It's very mean.
And I'm really tired, because even though I'm on vacation I don't sleep properly. But that doesn't really matter, because I have to babysit late tonight, and so won't be able to catch up anyway.
The softball tournament today was... impressive. In fact, I'm surprised I haven't lost my voice entirely from yelling out instructions, encouragement and condolences.
The games were limited to forty five minutes, and we could play as many as four innings. Short games.
But somehow, we still managed to let the other teams beat us.
First game, vs Branksome, 3 - 7. What had been our most impressive game all season.
Second game, vs Havergal, 0 - 12. Back to the usual.
Last game, the crowning joy, for which we cheered along with the mad twelve and thirteen year old girls running about, 2 - 3.
I didn't say we haven't improved this season!
Well, I can't seem to find anything to do since Gilmore Girls has ended, and I can't choose a movie to watch all by my lonesome... so I guess I'll go to sleep.
Oh yeah, and we have graduation rehearsal tomorrow at one. WHY?!? Why can I never escape the hell that is high school!,
It's (shocker) almost four o'clock in the morning.
I've just finished part three of my big writer's craft project, which is now a whopping eleven thousand and seventy seven words.
Seriously.
I'm not kidding.
I may have doube spaced, and typed in arial, but I still think that's quite an accomplishment.
ME, who can never seem to write more than one quality paragraph of any story has just finished three. Not that they're quality, or anything near it, but it's still something.
Now, I'm off to bed. I'm getting up in 2 and a half hours. Not for any good reason, mind you, as I'm on holidays.
I am coaching junior girls softball at their fun tourny at CDS, but that's not 'til one tomorrow afternoon.
Oof. too many numbers. Sleep time.,
This is something I've thought for a long time, in the back of my mind. But today I have proof. I will present it herein as exhibit A, and hope that it helps to prove my point. If not, I hope at least that others are entertained by my negative attitude.
Because it's fun.
So I went to try on a dress today, because my mom made me.
It fit wrong, as is usual, but also made me look really fat. I mean really fat. Which made me sad, and gave me an idea that I should maybe lose some weight, which is depressing because I know that I can't lose weight, it's not in my character. Exercise makes my knees collapse, too.
Anyways, that was sad, and when I'm sad, I eat.
Which will make me fat.
And then I'll be sad, and I'll eat more (for lack of anything better to do).
See? Vicious cycle. I win.
Right.
That came out more depressing than humourous.
I s'pose that means I should go read and watch t.v.
I like t.v.
And books.,
Oof.
Long day.
I'm not feeling so ill anymore, which is a definite positive, but there's a headache nosing around the edges of my consciousness, trying hard to get in.
Since I'm still avoiding codeine, I've taken a preventative advil, which is not working.
I think I'll be up late though, because I am (taa daa!) going to make a final push towards finishing this writer's craft crap once and for all.
So that I can shut myself in my room. Pour out my books, and re-organize them in something resembling alphabetical order. I think I'm going to have to throw out quite a few....
Well, night, I guess.,
I haven't been sick in a while, so I guess (in a way) I had it coming to me.
No Promise Ring for me. Liz took my place.
I'm going back to the t.v. now, so I can sit with an ice pack, alternating between my stomach and my head, avoiding codeine like the plague.
Oh well, at least I've stopped shaking uncontrollably, and can sit in one place for 20 minutes without feeling physically ill.
But it'll be back.
It's hitting me in waves.
Fun.
,
Why am I still up?
Oh right. I bought books.
Oh, how I love my books.
Did I mention that I bought so many books, and am going through them so quickly, that I've decided to update my list even less regularly? (I usually update when I'm reading something new at least). But I'll update now I s'pose, just for kicks.,
Entertaining day, it was.
Went to the Eaton Center to buy Promise Ring tickets, (as forgotten we had) we did.
Went to see spiderman we did.
Attractive Tobey Maguire is.
Mixing up my movie imitations on purpose I am.
Can anyone guess who I am? (In a describing-Catherine's-activities kind of way)...
C'mon! It should be easy!,
Or today it seems... (continuing anti-hand-in-writer's-craft sentiment).
I went to see Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones with a fun-filled group of six. Fun-filled but for the fact that one of them's mad at me, one fell asleep, and one I don't think is a big star wars afficionado. But it's okay, because it was mini-TFS, even down to the presence of a teacher (the one that looks like a serial killer. Y'know.)
It was good. Better than the reviews had led me to believe, and I (unlike some others I could mention, but won't) am basing this opinion on the qualities of the movie, rather than being biased by certain "other" elements... *ahem* Natalie Portman in a leather corset *ahem*. Not that Hayden Christianson isn't attractive, and the lying-in-bed-with-no-shirt shot wasn't interesting (tho' very sketchy), but I don't think it influenced my outlook too much.
So trust in me, and believe me when I say it's worth seeing.
Even though Jar Jar's still around.
And even though they've pushed the everybody-loves-Yoda bit as far as it can go.
All together, it was close to how the story was meant to be. I think they learnt their lesson in deviating from it for Episode I and sticking in Jar Jar. Please! Can't someone just kill him off?!?
Some people thought there was too much between Anakin and Amidala (not I).
Some people thought some of the scenes got a bit long (I).
But, all together, it was worth seeing in theatres, even for the exorbitant price of $13.50.
Well.... off I go!
(Jane's leaving, must see her out, and see that the scary monsters of the dark don't get her),
Well, I'm not done my writer's craft project.
Not nearly, not at all.
And, as we all know, I can't for the life of me work during the day, so here I am, not working.
Oh well.
I think it's t.v. time.
Sad, Mr. Wickers isn't going to get his work today.
I'm in the most extraordinary mood.
I think I know why, information which I will now proceed to share.
I took two no-name painkillers for my migraine this morning, each with a nice quantity of caffeine to balance the drowsy-effect of the codeine.
Of course, they didn't work, and I've had ice packs on my head all day, slept a bit, and then took another painkiller around six.
More caffeine.
And then I read a really kid-oriented, happy-ending book, and my headache's almost gone, and I get to procrastinate over my late OAC work. So I'm going to stay up all night.
But I'm still in a good mood.
Hmmm.... I think I should go celebrate with an ice-cold...
I have one exam left, la la la la la!
And that's not even the most positive of my rejoice-ful news!
It's a history exam! (yes, I know you're know looking askance, wondering what I mean.)
Here's the deal: I had two history exams today, and I got through without having studied.
What are the odds that I'll fail tomorrow? (hope I didn't fail today!!!)
Oh well. A little bit of early celebration is in order, I think, because I really don't intend to study for tomorrow either.
WAAAAHOOOO!!!!!!!!
Almost no more IB. Ever.
Then I just have my OAC work to rush through and I'm done with TFS.
It'll be such a relief.
Oh, and by the way, since I've just been re-reading books over and over again that have most probably been up on my booklist in the past, I haven't really been updating it.
So for now, until I go on a book-buying extravaganza after I'm done, I'm going to list the books I studied for IB english that I'm not going to pick up again. Well, for a long time, anyway.
And Waiting for Godot shouldn't feel left out, but rather remember that it wasn't IB, and that I like it. I do like A Man for All Seasons too.... and Chronicle's okay...
oh, I give up.,
I just got back from a trip in googlewhacking land, (y'know, you go onto google, and search for a word combo that'll only get 1 search response, and once you write it out, it no longer only generates one response and you WIN!)
Anyways, my newest google whack is:
"chivalric prigs",
Does anyone know what's wrong with me?
I mean, here's me, with three exams tomorrow, not having studied for any of them, and off-handedly writing in my blog instead of studying.
I'm going to FAIL. It's scary. For all off my incredible bursts of stupidity, I don't think I've ever actually failed anything before. I think I can get through the English without any dire consequences, but History is going to be a disaster and a half. I don't even know what's on the papers for tomorrow.
Just get me out of writing these exams. Please.
One pink-and-purple-striped-feather-tailed-poison-tipped dart to the eye oughta do it.
Oh, and if you don't mind, aim for my right eye.
The left one's the good one.,
I had the weirdest dream last night.
It started with a sleep-over party at my house, involving alot of people I would never invite to a sleep-over, and some I would invite.
Anyway, the best part about the party was the quality cupcakes that were sitting on the kitchen table ready to be eaten. During the party, someone began to feel ill (can't remember who it was, but one of my friends that I would have invited in reality), and we had to take her into the hospital. They took x-rays and stuff of her, and Brendan Fraser (who I s'pose was there because of the last episode of Scrubs) told me that they were going to have to operate. Other scrubs guy nodded. I was a bit nervous because of the fact that no real doctors were about, but when they showed me what they were going to insert in her stomach I felt better.
Ju-jubes.
I got to beak the news to her, and eat some along the way (they'd given me a bag of them). I remember the lime ones being really good, and when I told her, I sat down on the enormous bed in her beautiful red and gold decorated hospital room.
Then, I had to go buy a pair of shoes, because I didn't seem to have any on. At the first store I went to, they had a pair of shoes I loved, but not in my size, and they told me that their store on Queen had them. So I went to Queen, and at this point my mom appeared to come with me. I bought some black and white (silvery-grey white) striped boot/sandals, by a brand named vacuum that had vacuum embroidered on the side.
And then I woke up to the phone ringing, and I remember thinking it was curious that I was carrying my home phone in my purse.
Right. I'm an odd one.,
I can't believe it's about ten o'clock, and I've basically done nothing all day.
And I've got 3 exams to write tomorrow.
Oh well... I s'pose I'll have to comfort myself with my talent in bull-shitting, and hope the history examiner appreciates it as much as the french examiner did last year.
Nothing super interesting to say tonight except:
Don't forget your moms tomorrow.,
Everyone missed out last night, it was crazy fun and entertainment.
First I watched that sketchy show about picking the new playboy playmate (the centerfold for July and two other girls) and taped dawsons. I also flipped back to the hockey game every couple minutes, and watched the Sens win, slowly.
Then, Jane came over, and we walked over to the set to watch them film Crime Spree, with Harvey Keitel and Gerard Depardieu.
It was fun. We talked to Gino Morocco (sp?) -- the guy that plays Harvey Keitel's bodyguard -- about his acting career. He so looks like a mob guy. He's little and italian. We also met some sketchy Crescent boy and talked about funny things (Grade 9s are funny in general).
We came home for a bit, took a Dawson's break (watched the first episode and had hot chocolate) and went back to the set. I guess it was about midnight.
Gerard Depardieu and some of the other actors were laughing at us.
How many people can say that!?!
Right. Well. I'm off to shower, and make myself clean.
Waahoo!,
In April, we had a french kid staying here. My little brother was part of an exchange with Saint-Érembert in France, and they stayed at each other's houses for two weeks. (my brother was there in March).
Anyway, the french kid (Geoffroy) left us a story on the whiteboard, because we'd all been drawing very sketchy pictures and writing confused anecdotes. So la la la. Here it is, just to present exhibit a of my family's detrimental influence on people:
"Il était une fois, dans un monastère, un petit diable qui tuait les moines, un par un. Lorsqu’il ne resta plus qu’un moine, ce dernier eu vent de la combine. Il se mit alors a courir, poursuivi par le petit diable. Il arriva dans une grange, essouflé, et vit alors un petit vélo vert et un petit vélo rouge. Il prit le petit vélo vert et se mit à pédaler de toutes ses forces.
Le petit diable prit la petit vélo rouge et poursuivi le moine.
Le diable ratrappa le moine et le tua.
Moral de l’histoire: Le petit vélo rouge allait plus vite que le petit vélo vert."
You all know I'm crazy, so I'll now share the additions I made to the board (while Geoffroy was still here).
"D'autres morales... Le moine resta si longtemps au monastère qu’il ne savait plus pédaler.
ou
Le vélo rouge était une motocyclette."
I have mad skills. Mad...
[If you want a literal translation, just ask. I wrote one for Taylor, so it's now floating about in insanity land, available to all who ask...],
7 papers left to write, 6 of the papers I was most worried over to begin with.
Oh hurrah, things seem to be looking up... Really... I mean that...
That's quite enough of that, I'm sure. Anyway, I've been doing quite a few quizzes lately, and not posting them in my blog, because I'm lazy beyond belief, and just didn't feel like it. So tonight you're going to get a trickle, a selection of the best of a possible outpouring along with my words of insanity, as tomorrow should be devoid of a post (if I study, which is unlikely).
They're all via Blogatelle, who has quite the extensive quiz archive, although some of the fun-looking ones have broken links (the page is down, has moved, etc.).
So I'll begin with a quiz, and then continue my senseless ramblings, which may or may not be more ramble-ish than usual today.
I found that quite amusing, for no reason in particular, but it could have been because I had just read this, which isn't necessarily funny in itself, or for the reason of the publication of the article, but because of the cause that is being brought up.
Or I found it sort of ironically funny anyway.
I Am Fachea Celtic Goddess of Poetry.
I'm a freaky writer type that doesn't like to leave the house. I'm probably a lot smarter than you.
Also, it seems that the "monthly curse/little visitor/crimson wave..." may no longer be such an imposition. Don't expect me to explain with any more clarity. All I have to say about this is WAAAAHOOOOO!
You are The Smiths: You were a peripheral player in the eighties, people thought it was cool to be your friend, but they never really wanted to spend time with you. Go watch Twin Peaks reruns.
and then there's the slightly less cool, but still entertaining suv quiz, because everyone loves cars!
I'm Hyundai Santa Fe GLS!
Your buyers would like to buy a more upscale SUV, but are limited by a lack of formal education or any identifiable job skills. The other SUVs laugh at you.
And to top off what has just been said (and not said, la la la), here's the lyrics to new found glory's Boy Crazy, because it's one funny-ass, pick-me-up song. Summer music, just jump right on in to my CD player.
some girls are crazy
just listen to what i have to say about it
you've gotta watch out for the beautiful ones
they'll twist your head right off your neck
and laugh about it with their friends
that's just one night for them
they target you with their eyes
and move with their lips
and it pulls you in
she shuts you down with her voice again
and now are you listening?
this song goes out to girls
that we haven't met just yet
this song is for stupid girls
who think that every boy is all about them
these girls are crazy
just listen to what i have to say about it
you've gotta watch out for the younger ones
they'll tightly wrap you around their fingers
and brag to all their friends
it's nothing but a game to them
they target you with their eyes
and move with their lips
and it pulls you in
she shuts you down with her voice again
and now are you listening?
this song goes out to girls
that we haven't met just yet
this song is for stupid girls
who think that every boy is all about them
you think you're on top of the world
when all the eyes are on you
just wait until your heart breaks
and you'll know how i felt when i wrote... this song
And that's all for today folks. Except that I will mention that the math exam today was not horribly horrible, except for a couple questions, one of which asked you to find the values for a, b and c in an equation that had no c. Either that, or I read the question wrong and I'll have to kill myself. (Depression! I'll live!)
Bio's tomorrow, so I have to go find some other way to procrastinate and not study. Because studying is for pussys.
And I'm not a pussy (flashback to "mittens are for kitten and I'm not a pussy!").
Heh heh heh
Bye bye!,
So everything positive having a negative (or two, or three...) is definitely coming into play.
I got a letter from UBC today (although I'm not going there) that offers me a 2,500 dollar scholarship, renewable every year if I keep up my grades.
But, as said, I'm not going there, cause my parents decided they don't want me to ( I gave them free rein, I'm fickle).
And for the negative: my math exam, paper 1.
Everyone else thought it went well.
I didn't.
Let's just hope that my other grades are okay, because that's a four.
I think I'll go cry now.
,
comforting phrase when you've just told your guidance counsellor you're worried about exams:
"You didn't get accepted on your IB scores, did you?"
Feck, feck, feck. I'm so screwed. AHHHHHHHHH!
I'd use stronger language, but I won't as a token of my good intentions towards my best friend, who may find it mildly objectionable.,
Today was the last free day before a series of incredibly hellish exams.
I (of course) didn't study, unless you count going in to ask my math teacher why I don't understand anything.
Such is life, I suppose.
Anyway, I've basically established I'm screwed, because I know myself, and even if I do study I'll forget everything as soon as I sit down to write.
My math teacher says to trust my logical instincts (only in french) and I'll do fine.
I'm not quite sure I believe her.
Then she also told me that she was depending on Courtney (smart-ass) and I to do well. I thought that maybe that was a bit of undue pressure, that isn't going to help me at all. (And that doesn't mean she isn't depending on everyone else to do well too!)
Oh well, I suppose if I'm screwed anyways, there's no use in starting to study now. I doubt I'd learn anything anyway.
And just because my guidance counsellor has presented me with the nagging worry that my acceptance may be revoked is no reason to study...
Really!
Why can't I be the sort of person for whom studying has some effect? That, or maybe I should have listened in class.
I really hope that math exam isn't as hard as the november paper was. ,
Now that I'm drinking this, I've begun to wonder just how long that can of "rich, chocolatey, Ovaltine" has been in the cupboard. I seem to remember it having been there as long as we've lived in this house, and maybe before.
And I've never had Ovaltine before, so it may be the same can.
I feel ill...
Oh, and as an update, my mom's response to "How long has that Ovaltine been in the cupboard?" was "Well it doesn't go bad!"
Not reasurring.
I'm hoping everyone (no matter how bogged down they are with exams and the like) watched the playoff game between the Leafs and the Sens last night.
It was crazy!
The game went into triple overtime, and to be completely honest, I thought it was just going to keep going, as all the players were so tired. You could tell they were tired, they were reaching for the puck and falling on their faces, and the weirdest fights were almost getting fought.
Anyway, I'll stop talking, because those of you who care can go read about it, and those who don't probably want me to stop.
So on to the trials and tribulations of recent life.
You all know I'm in the middle of exams, and it's one paper down, nine to go. Hurrah!
To think about it more positively, if possible, I've finished the IB exam for half a subject, and have three and a half subjects left to write on. Sounds better?
Possibly not, but where I live (in IB hell) the difference seems quite significant, although knowing both is pretty depressing.
And now for a tribulation, caused by this excess of exams.
My bed is covered in books and binders.
Everything I have to study is laying on it. (But the floor is clean! YEAH!)
I can't sleep on my bed.
I had to sleep on the couch, which meant putting all my laundry away. Thank God we have and extensive family, and much use for pull-out couches. The fact that I have a pull-out in my room rocks.
Only I'm too lazy to pull it out and make it up, and so just slept on the couch, which is quite short, shorter than me.
But I didn't fall off, and intend to sleep there all week.
Until exams are over on the fourteenth.
What's a good night's sleep worth, when compared to the pain of putting everything away at night?
Not much, in my eyes.,
Now, before you start screaming out in disgust, let me clarify one thing.
This was not studying in the most general of senses, but rather just doing the May 2001 IB exam (papers 1 and 2) for practice.
If the exam's like, I think I could pass.
There's still stuff I don't understand though, so everyone who's good at math will be harassed monday morning until they reveal to me the secrets of their brilliance, because I sure as hell can't figure it out!
So that's enough math studied, and I give bio the same 2 hours that were alotted to that 3 hour exam.
Except I actually need to learn stuff for bio.
And history...
Oh well, I have my OAC average, and as long as I hand in my final assignments, my overall average should waver arould 85%, with my top six about the same.
And that's good enough for me.
By the way, if anyone cares I think I'm going to get my geocities site back up, and link to it from here, because I want to be able to upload pics and stuff.
But that's just an eventuality, so for now you're going to have to put up with this.
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What an exciting night.
Seriously.
I made the trip down to "happenin' " Yonge and Eglinton to see Spiderman, with the lovely GAP student Jane and my sketchy little brother.
Since that particular silvercity is so very busy, I ran into two people from school that I didn't particularly want to see (because high school's OVER... WAHOO!) and exchanged pleasantries.
I also got a look from some odd guys that were smoking in a wall (I'm tired, and permitted oddness) who said something that involved the word "hot", but in a decidedly mocking tone. Well screw them, because I don't give a damn.
Not particularly important, or interesting. I know.
We got into the theatre at about ten to seven, to buy tickets for either the 7:30 or 9 pm shows. We'd figured on walking about, going to Game o rama for Rob, who wanted to look at some used SNES and new XBOX games, but directly saw the dissapointing flashing line across the bottom of the sign above the cash, which read " All spiderman shoes sold out until 10:30".
Yes, shoes.
They have skills at that theatre.
So I came home, and watched a really horrible movie with Johnny Depp, a really heavy Rikki Lake, Iggy Pop and others, called Cry, Baby.
But before that, I noticed that the picture on the silverstein web site front page is from the CD release show. If you look, I'm there. Behind the girl in the red sweater, who's name I've forgotten, but will put in later [it's Miriam. Thank you Claire!]. Beth and Taylor are there too. It's like a big party.
Anyway, I have to go be crazy now, and go to bed without having picked up a book.
Please don't remind me of the mass of exams I have next week. I know. I'm going to fail.
But at least most of the OAC stuff is done!
Oh yeah, I sent in my acceptance to Queen's, for anyone who cares. I'm sort of sad I won't be going to UBC, but at least a decision's been made, and it doesn't involve U of T. You couldn't pay me to stay home for university.
Well.... I'm still a freaking psycho, who needs an instant study pill, and a date to formal.
Volunteer yourselves you fools!
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It's such a nice day.
But then, any day off, even if it's intended for studying one's butt off, is a nice day.
Yesterday afternoon was also nice, as I am comparatively confident about how that english exam went (wahoo paper 1!) and didn't really have to do anything at all.
But then I got a migraine, and felt really ill.
And the leafs lost to the sens 5-0.
And now there's a dull pounding in the back of my head, joy of all joys.
And now for a blow by blow account of this wonderful day, just to make everyone feel better about themselves.
I woke up late, with the remainders of my headache still there, threatning me at the edge of my consciousness. I thought to myself "hurrah! No more headache!" and then remembered that I was meant to be studying.
I quickly gave up on that idea.
I did a little bit of reading of some "detrimental to my education" children's books, and then decided to go into the school and pick up some papers.
I drove to school (because I'm lazy) and parked the car.
I went to my locker, carried out an unweildy stack of papers (some of which I'll need if I study) and dumped them in the trunk. And looked up. And there was a schoolbus parked behind my car.
I went inside, and asked the attendance office how long it would be there, and they said "until lunch".
I figured "hey! I can waste an hour!"
When my hour was up, the bus was still there, and I'm much too nice to ask it to move.
While I waited, I made hesitant plans to see spiderman tonight.
And I waited until it left, and came home.
And had nothing left to do, as reading too much would hurt my head.
So I went to the tevelision in the furnace room, turned it on, and watched two A Makeover storys in a row, while cycling on the stationary bike for 45 minutes, and looking at the pretty pictures in my history book. (Damn useless Haberman!)
And then I was still bored, so I watched one episode of A Dating Story, did some super fun Ab-doer exercises that I'm sure have very little effect on anything, and came over here.
And sat, and sat, and logged on to Utopia, and sat, and started to write this blog (which has taken me much too long).
And I picked up the phone, and got some addresses for my mom, one of which had my dead uncle's phone number still next to it (it's been a loooong time).
And got a crooked fax from my doctor, to staple to my university application.
And then... surprise surprise... I posted this, because life is weird.,
Does anyone know the point where you've seen a movie so many times you know exactly what's happening without looking at the screen?
It's great, isn't it.
I was watching Anne of Green Gables today, the first two tapes, reading a book, and making a bracelet (out of appreciation) for my sister. My brother came in at some point, and asked me what was going on in the movie, because he couldn't remember having seen it, and without looking up, I said:
"Well [gasp heard from television] Anne just found a mouse in the topping for the bread pudding, because she left the cheesecloth off because she was daydreaming. But, she's afraid to tell Marilla and right when she's about to tell her Ms. Stacey's going to walk in to talk about Anne joining the Queen's prep class, and then Marilla's going to ask her to dinner, and then right when Ms. Stacey's about to put the pudding to her lips, Anne'll yell 'Don't eat that!' "
So you may not care, but it was quite a tirade, and I was proud. Now I could go on, and on, and on, but I choose not to.
Because I'm a nice girl at heart.
And back to my not-studying, in preparation for IB exams. I'm a bright one...,
And that was one hell of a hockey game.
That last Toronto goal coming in in the last minute, just when I was starting to worry New York might put one more in...
Quality.
Also, as one of my favorite closing moments, there was the camera zooming in on the fans, and those two signs being seen:
"How's the golf in Long Island?" and "Canadians invented hockey!".
My sentiments exactly.
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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