Day 2 of work

Work was aight today. There was some creepy old guy who winked at me every time I spoke to him, but he eventually went away, so all good. I have officially done almost no homework. Crap. I have read MFAS and a few pages of my notes on the FR, but that's it. Holy cow, what have I been doing with all my time?! Well, besides gossipping and watching LOTR. Anyway, today was another fantastic day of do nothing-ness, although I did read a few more pages of Dr Phil and got a few more books out of the library. Hot. So...I really have nothing of interest to talk about, but I'm waiting for the washing machine to finish so I can hang up my uniform. See, I'm going to Mark's tomorrow, so there won't be an opportunity to wash my clothes before work tomorrow night. Thus, the washing now. You know, dad was going to bbq steak tonight and I was really looking forward to coming home and chewing on a nice piece of medium-rare protein. But they didn't have steak. *sigh* It's all very dissapointing. I love protien. It's so tasty and delicious. Just not for breakfast. Ew. All this talk of protein is making me hungry...HEY! I haven't had supper yet...awww. That sucks. And it's too late to have supper. *sigh* My favorite meal and I forgot. How sad. Oh well, I'll just have to eat extra breakfast to make up for it. See, that's why I hate these 4-915 shifts. It's too early to eat before I leave, and too late to eat by the time I get back. And I am incapable of eating supper in 15 minutes. Ergo, Mare does not get supper on nights that she works 4-915. Such as tonight. And tomorrow. Oh well, I'll get over it. Hmm...but I think I will have a snack before bed. I hear the Cheerios calling my name...

Update

Well, according to Dr Phil, I'm living in my fictional self. *sigh*. Oh, I got my res confirmation today, as well as my calendar thing for u of a. Not entirely sure what I'm to do with it, but Rabe will know, right Rabe? That stupid contract thing for res is very hard to understand with all that legalese stuff.

Mare's New Deal (not Truman's)

Truman does not get a say in my New Deal. So, my New Deal (or rather New Plan) is this: self-actualization. Definition: to develop or achieve one's full potential. You know, I'm not happy with who I am and looking back, I never have been. I mean, I'm sure this is quite common and this probably isn't a news flash to y'all, but I've decided that I'm quite tired of it. I'm tired of being what I am expected to be, or what other people (mainly my family) want me to be. I just want to be me. The sad part is though, I've tried to be what I think I'm suppose to be for so long that I don't know who I am. Thus the New Deal. I got out a book from the library (Dr Phil's Self Matters) and I shall endeavour to become self-actualized (or, as he puts it, find my 'authentic self'). Well, that's the plan anyways. We'll see how it goes. Probably not well, but whatevs. At least it's a start. I'll keep you posted.
Clare's last night was delightful. Lots of good gossip, so I am once more ready to face the world, armed with knowledge. Perhaps even armed and dangerous. You know, it's quite impressive how many topics we manage to get through in a couple of hours. We may not have solved the world's problems, but mine are getting better. Well, I hope. I just suck at problem solving. My plan has always been rather Descartes-esque (and way before I even knew of the existance of such a person): pretend there is no problem and it will vanish. But I've come to see this philosophy really doesn't work. In fact, it just makes the problem worse. Silly Mare, thinking she could doubt things out of existence. Oh well. Mare will do what she must, otherwise Clare and Rabe will kick her butt into it, right ladies? Right.

My daily quote email

"A chronic lack of pleasure, of any enjoyable, rewarding or stimulating experiences, produces a slow, gradual, day-by-day erosion of man's emotional vitality, which he may ignore or repress, but which is recorded by the relentless computer of his subconscious mechanism that registers an ebbing flow, then a trickle, then a few last drops of fuel--until the day when his inner motor stops and he wonders desperately why he has no desire to go on, unable to find any definable cause of his hopeless, chronic sense of exhaustion." - Ayn Rand, "The Voice of Reason"

This is what IB is doing to us.

Stupid blogger...

It ate my post last night! Grr. Suffice to say I watched RotK, helped daddy outside yesturday and then went over to Mark's. We watched Harry Potter (PoA) during which I was sure to point out all of the bits with hand-holding tension (and I must say, there are quite a few!). However, I wore my new shirt that Evan gave me, which has a cow and 'thirsy?' on the front. Ya, totally didn't get the connotation until Mark pointed it out. Quite embarrassing. And then as we had dinner with his parents, I'm sure they noticed and thought it was lovely. GAH! Anyway, I had to come home by 9, so that sucked, but whatevs. Oh, Clare and Rabe! I kinda did what we discussed, but I think it's all good. We can gossip about it tonight! lol. Oh, we do love to gossip.

Easter

Having declared myself too old for the Easter Bunny, I did not recieve any chocolate. This is hot, because this way I won't be tempted into eating loads of candy that I really don't need (as shown when swimsuit shopping). Easter Vigil went aight last night, especially considering that James and Justine weren't there. So hot. So what did i do today...hmmm. Oh yes, I watched The Littlest Rebel (Shirley Temple) and the first two LOTR movies today. I was thinking about watching the third one also sometime today, but I don't know. I then went out to help my dad fix some stuff on the tractor and got grease all over my hands. So I figured, what the hey, and jumped in a few mud puddles and got very dirty. I was also threatened with a beating if I splashed daddy. I tried to wash all the muck off my hands, but they seemed to be stained. Not so hot, but oh well. And then I took a nice long, hot, bubbly bath. So nice. I enjoy bubble baths immensely. Anywho, I'm going. I'm hungry.

Shopping = Horrible!

I went swimsuit shopping today. I should have known better, but I decided that I needed a swimsuit, though god knows when I'm going swimming next. I shopped for an hour and then got fed up and just bought one. I look horrible in it, but I really don't care. I look horrible in all of them. I hate shopping for swimsuits. It just brings into rather sharp relief everything that I dislike about the way I look. Gah! The suit I settled on is a bikini. Ew. The bottoms are shorts like my old ones, but the top is a halter style that requires tying two sets of strings. Which I was incapable of doing myself, which means my mum had to do it for me. It was just embarrassing. So yes, revealing, but I give up. And I refuse to pay $100 for a square foot of cloth that hardly covers the essentials. Just no. Instead, I paid $50 for a square foot of cloth that hardly covers the essentials. Great. And apparently, I require two different sizes for the top and bottom. That just makes no sense to me. So yes, today's shopping expedition was quite aggravating. Anyway, I'm hungry. Perhaps I'll just eat away my annoyed-ness.

Rambles

You know, I'm really quite bored. In consequence, I was looking through some of my old posts, and boy am I boring! Not that this post is any better, but I thought I'd let you know that I know. I also have discovered that I have not kept one of my New Year's resolutions. *sigh* But then again, I never do. Hmm...so what can I talk about? Oh, I watched the entire disk of Alias tonight. It was just that awesometastical. Poor Hope, just waiting for it, and it's sitting here all alone. Poor me, sitting here waiting so I can get the next disk! lol. I'm not sure who I feel the most sorry for...I'll ponder it for awhile and get back to you. Oh I tried to bake an upside down cake tonight. 'Tried', of course, being the operative term. I follow the recipe and what do I get? A partially cooked imitation of a cake. It was horrible. Next time, no more reciepes, I'm on my own! But I had steak for supper, which satisfied my manly craving for red meat. I really enjoy red meat. I know it's not very girly of me, but I can't help it. Red meat is just oh-so-good. Hmmm..I have to remind Mark to make an appointment for his tux fitting if he hasn't yet done so. Where does one do that? I've never had the opportunity to rent a tux so, ya know, I'm not 'down wit that'. How's my gansta language usage Clare? Evan tells me I should talk all gangsta more often, but I feel like a tool. And Willis, before you comment, yes, I know I AM a tool. lol. But yes. Anyway, I have nothing to talk about, so I'm just going to go play piano. Or watch tv. One or the other.

SLEEP!

Ok guys, guess how much sleep I got last night...8! That's right! 8!! It was quite exciting. So Evan came over this morning and we watched a couple of films and whatnot. It was quite fun and not at all as awkward as I expected. But yes. I was thinking of reading a Man for all Seasons sometime today and get it over with. I figure I might as well get as much homework done as I can now. Following the meeting of my support group Wednesday night (or Thursday morning, depending on how you look at it), I thought about it, and I think I have decided on what I shall say. Hot. Thanks support group! So today has been a good day, other than the sun being abominabley bright. I swear, I've become completely photosensitive. AHHH! NEGATIVE PHOTO-TAXIS! Oh well, I'll get over it. Hey Rabe, POUR ME SOMETHING TALL AND STRONG!

Wednesday & Thursday

Wednesday: School was stupid. I found out I failed the math exam quite spectacularly. I think the Chem exam went aight though. Clare's partay was loads of fun. We certainly had some good stuff to gossip about after we finished cleaning up and got into bed. It was great fun. Well, kinda. Mare has some things to do, but she shan't procrastinante like she usually does. Clare and I decided at 3 that we had better go to sleep (Rabe was a gonner by this time).

Thursday: Mare has been awake since 7 because school has made it so she can no longer sleep in. Curses! But shopping was loads of fun! We found Clare a dress and it is bee-you-ti-ful! Huzzah for Clare! I'm tired though, so I'm going to go and maybe have a nap. Or just watch tv and sink into a stupor. yay.

The Day of Hell

Ok, I know I've said this before, but today was THE day of hell. It all started out with me not being able to drive today. Ok, so whatever, that I can handle. BUT, mum refused to pick me up = no yearbook = HORRIBLE! So I tried to argue my way into being able to go, but to no avail. Mum and I just ended up shouting at each other and as soon as she left I had myself a nervous breakdown. I was this close to crying all history,and then I failed the math test with flying colors, I'm sure. Lunch was ok other than being told that mum didn't have time to think about whether I was allowed to go to Clare's and being hung up on, but spare was just boring as I tried unsuccessfuly to learn physics. Then I failed the physics test impressively. Then I had to go on the bus home, but just about had another breakdown in the hallway before even leaving my locker. The other transfer bus was half an hour late getting to the high school, but that was ok because it just means I got home late. YAY! Sadly, it's just me an mum tonight, so I plan to barricade myself in my room after supper and TAR.
Today's test: Which Romeo and Juliet Character are You?
You scored as Juliet.
Juliet - romantic and naive, you have perhaps never been in love before. But when you do fall in love, you would risk anything to ensure the happiness of your relationship. You are often oblivious of your own charms and others' attraction to you.

DUDE!

Yes, I should be studying. No, I am not. BUT, I am MacBeth! How hot is that?

An ambitious person, material and social wellbeing are important to you. Although you would rather not get your hands dirty, you are not above playing dirty to get what you want. Your sense of morality all comes down to what best benefits you. You look out for number one, and that's about it

(pg 16, what shakespearian tragic hero are you)

For the girls.

This is for all you nice girls.

Last Week of Crap for Awhile

Before I get on to today, I thought I'd share today's quiz: What Piercing are You? I think you'll all be glad to know that I (along with Clare) am Earlobe Piercing.
You scored as Earlobe Piercing.
Awwww aren't you cute with your little goody-goody attitude and what not. Maybe you should stop being so freaking nice and go and burn something. I mean seriously.
Earlobe Piercing: 100%, Cartilage piercing: 90%, Belly Button Piercing: 80%, Nipples: 70%, Tongue: 70%, Nose: 50%, Dirty Piercing: 50%, Labret: 50%, Lip: 20%
So yes, interesting that. Perhaps I'll go burn something later, such as my textbooks. Clare, are you with me? Anyway, today was crap. I was really tired for some reason, even though I didn't stay up late at all. Hmm. Wierd, that. Tomorrow is going to be really stressfull. *sigh*. Sometimes, there are really days I wish I was a smoker. Anyway, tomorrow is another day and I'm going to figure out who my LOTR alterego is...have a lovely study time!

The Sunday of Blah

Well, at least I'm not the only one to die by suicide lol. Go Clare and Rabe! So today has so far sucked. I tried to read Vadney and failed miserably. Mind you it could have been the fact that I was reading it in bed...which was warm...and smelled of Downy since that's what I washed it in yesturday. Anyway, I gave up on history this morning, so that's tonight's job. I did math instead. But I think I'm really regretting the not doing much homework Saturday. Mind you, in my defence I was doing laundrey all day and then had dinner. I hate laundry. Anyway, because of my laziness I'm going to have to stay up late tonight. *sigh*. So if I start complaining tomorrow, feel free to tell me to shove off because it's my own fault. Choir sucked majorly today. I'm sorry to mrs kyle's mum, but she's kind of nasely and it throws me off when I stand next to her. And I don't think I'm going to be able to sing some of Litany by myself. I'm just not strong or on key enough. Anyway, I've gotta go call Evan, so have a study-rific time guys!

more test

You scored as Slut.
Haha..your a hoe! Enough said.
Slut
100%
Dishonest
67%
Bitch
67%
Shy
50%
Controlling
33%
Jealous
33%
Push-Over
17%
Disloyal
17%
Rebellious
0%
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var result_str=" You scored as Slut. "+result_str1+"Whats your personality flaw? Answer Honestly!created with QuizFarm.com";

}

well woot.

RABE! You got me hooked!

You scored as Suicide. Your death will be suicide. What more can I say? Suicide 93% Bomb 73% Posion 53% Eaten 27% Dissapear 27% Stabbed 27% Accident 27% Drowning 13% Suffocated 13% Disease 7% Gunshot 0% Cut Throat 0% Electric Chair 0% How Will You Die?? created with QuizFarm.com

Well, at least bombing is a close second.

Easter Dinner

We had Easter Dinner early this year because my grandparents will be in Navada gambling for Easter. Way to prioritize. Anyway, we had dinner this evening, to which I brought Mark for the very first time. To meet basically my entire paternal family. It really went quite well. Everyone was on their best behavior. Even uncle Don didn't act quite as drunk as usual, although he was quite clearly tanked by the time we got there (at 5 30). Anyway, dinner went good. I didn't even get the "Eat I don't want any leftovers!" that is usually followed by "how can you each so much and stay thin? If you keep eating like that you'll get fat like me!". It was quite pleasant. My family has an unhealthy obsession with people's weight. Their own, another family member's, a stranger on the street; it doesn't matter who. Anyway, dinner was good. Yes, that was the point. So. Yes. Sorry Theb, Sally has gone away until I have time to write. So basically, until spring break.

So, yes.

Today was hot, if only because we never ever have to revise another copy of IA again. Actually, I think that might have been the only hot part about today. I fell asleep in math and did some review, so it wasn't a complete waste of a class. Woot for me. I actually almost finished the lab in physics for once. After school, I made a delightful trip to Rutherford (my last for a while) and returned both my and Willis's books. I also now have a cell phone. woot (<-- as sarcastic as possible). While it's nice that I didn't have to buy it myself, I hate cell phones. So, it's staying permanently in my purse. I'm soooooooo tired. No ranting tonight. Need sllleeeeppp.

Oh my, how embarrassing.

So today absolutely, positively, completely, and utterly sucked. It was going aight, but then it took a nosedive. Cookies in the morning for St Patty's day: HOT! Falling asleep in history: not quite so hot. Being woken up by someone flicking me in the forehead: less hot. Getting 47/50 on the m/c test in English: SO HOT! Dogeball at lunch: somewhat hot. Disecting a fetile pig in bio: NEGATIVE HOTTNESS TO THE MAX! Ohhhhh my goodness. It was going ok. Mrs Rose's descriptions before we got into the lab were revolting. There are some food I will no longer eat. Actually seeing baby piggies floating in formaldehyde was beyond revolting. I managed to stop my gag reflex however while simultaneously avoiding looking at people disect the pigs too much. Of course, hearing Alex's description of giving the piggy a bath was quite disconcerting. And accidentally seeing Mrs Rose stick her finger into our pig and squish the organs around was absolutely the last straw. I had to get out of there. However, I maganged to keep from crying until I got out of the lab. Lovely. However, on my way to the math room (to see Mark) I met randyhere coming out of his classroom on the way to the math common, and he saw me crying. Oh my, how embarrassing! I absolutely hate people seeing me cry. It's like I've shown my weaknesses to someone and then they know how to hurt me. I just hate it. And I know how absolutely silly it is to be crying over disecting an already dead fetus, but I couldn't help it. It was just a baby. So, after, Mark told me to go to the library, which I did. Chemistry was much better. Coma-inducing, but when isn't it? At least there was no disecting. *sigh*. Bus tonight was less than thrilling. But hey, no one pinched me tonight, there's a plus. I was complaining to my dad tonight about how I didn't want to go to school, and he says "Well, you have 12 hours until you have to go back." My response: "Ya, but half of that is spent doing homework". And you know what, alot of nights, that's true. Doesn't that suck uberly? Almost my entire day is spent doing things school-related. Going to school: 2-2 1/2 hours. At school: 7 hours. Homework: 4-6 hours (usually). That's like, roughly 14 hour a day homework. Plus an hour for supper and an hour to get ready in the morning, that leaves me a total of 8 hours a day to sleep and do something fun. Oh god, I hate my life.

5 more tests until spring break!

Today was aight, as days go. History has been a little boring, but Lam kind of spiced it up today. When h.ro said "oh dear", I though he was referring to our notes and I was highly confused, but then I heard Lam talking, so it was all good. I was afraid our notes were screwed up for a second though. It was quite scary. I was so looking forward to the math movie today! Quite sad that it didn't go through. Once again, though, randyhere was picking on me. *sigh* How many times do I need to say "I don't know" before he believes me that I have no idea what is going on? I really can't be that amusing. OOO! I finished my Vietnam worksheet at lunch. I was quite proud of myself. And I finished SND during spare, so HAWT! Physics was kind of odd today, but Rabe and Clare and I had a good talking session about church. lol. We're such gossips. The bus this afternoon was absolutely unbearable (rabe can attest to that). Seriously though, we have a bus..uh..ahem, harlot, who was allowing males to drop coins and other paraphernalia down her top. Not only allowing, but practically encouraging it with her laughing and returning said paraphernalia. Quite innapropriate, but hey, if she wants to make a ... brazen hussy...of herself, then by all means. Although I would prefer it if she do so at a location at which I am not. However. Daddy and I made fajitas for supper. MMMmmmm, fajitas. It was quite tasty.
So, once again, I was noticing the amount of rather skinny girls in our school today. Rabe and I were walking behind this one who was about the size of Micha Barton and still managing to find jeans that were so tight that her ...well, I'm not sure what, but it certainly wasn't fat hang over the sides a little bit, with an absolutely huge ring protruding from her lip and (apparently, I didn't see) rather odd eye make-up. Damn Micha Barton and her anorexically skinnyness! Honestly, I heard they have started making jeans with negative sizes due to the large influx of really tiny teenage girls. Has the world gone mad? It's just not fair. I'm sorry that I don't have the will power to starve myself until I'm too thin to fit into non-existant sized jeans. Why don't you just stick with regular sizes and start feeding those girls lard?! Because you know what, they need it! Grr. stupid. Anyway, I'm leaving. In my NORMAL sized jeans and NON-MICHA BARTON figure! SO THERE!

Well then!

Apparently, according to Evan I'm "hooked" and "obssessive". Well then! When I have some time and a good comeback, I shall phone him and give him piece of my mind. Willis, I need a good comeback (and not "your face" or "your mom goes to college" or "your mom's face goes to college" or any variation thereof). Anyway, I'm pretty much just trying to avoid my homework here. I was going to do my chem lab, but then when I saw how much work it was going to be, I decided to leave it until tomorrow night. Nothing like waiting untill the last minute to add some spice to life. Not that life really needs spice at this particular point in time. In fact, it's quite spicy enough in my opinion. No, instead of the chem lab, I shall work on my history worksheets and try and start some math. Key word being 'try'. Alot.

The Tuesday That Was

Today was rather meh. It wasn't particularly horrible, but it certainly wasn't facinating. H.ro looked over my paper for me again. As with pretty much everyone else, I have some serious revising to do. My theory is, he doesn't want to overwhelm us with our stupidity on the first go-round, so he waits for us to hand in our paper multiple times so he can give us our corrections in managable chuncks. That way, we don't see how incredibly stupid we really are. Or it's just me. English was soooooooooo boring. No offense to anyone who presented, I just hate listening to orals. In my boredom, I tied Mark's shoes together and hit on whoever was presenting. It's quite fun, but I think I may be going a little overboard. It seems the the more tired I get, the more crazy I get, thus the more I hit on people. It's a vicious cycle. Grad committee was pretty stupid and inane. But Alex was sitting behind me, so I just talked to him. Was it just me, or was bio incredibly stupid today? Maybe it was just me. It rather annoys me that Wiersy constantly uses abbreviations that are somewhat less than standard. I can't handle it. I loved chem today though. Brings back the days of the triangle of smartness. *sigh* Oh the days of no teaching, but fun working with others. Yearbook was alright today. Theb and I have declared ourselves Team Red Leader (otherwise known to Willis as Team Ugly) and we finished the football page. Huzzah! Even if Mark thinks his and Diana's and Nick's is better, ours so rocks! In fact, it rox my sox! So, today was aight. Clare (in reference to the previous post (and others)) is my psychologisy/dear Abby person. Thanks Clare! I don't think I'd be able to make it without you! HAWT!

Mare's inner private thoughts

I've been trying to sort some things through in my head, but unfortunately it hasn't been working and I don't have Sydney's gift of compartementalizing, so I thought I'd work it out here, as this has basically become my diary anyway. Ok, so last week mum tells me about Cody and Amy, and how Cody's changed and all right? Well now I can't get it out of my bloody head. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not as if I wish I was still involved with him or anything (because I really don't), but I can't help feeling weird about the whole thing. And I couldn't stop staring at Amy in church the other night and I think she noticed. I know, I'm psychotic, but I can't help it. I'm sure Amy's a nice person and all, but I've never really heard that much about her that wasn't well, nice, and she always looks so angry. *sigh* I don't know why this is bugging me so much. I should be happy that he's happy. But the truth is, I don't think he is happy. His grandmum says he barely speaks to her anymore and is always moody and stuff, which is never a good sign with Cody. Obviously something is wrong, but I certainly can't talk to him about it. My goodness, last time I talked to him I nearly fainted from shock, so clearly it wouldn't be a good idea. Besides, he's all grown up and can deal with his own problems. Right? Grr, this is so stupid. I just wish he could find someone that could make him happy. If Amy's that someone, then great. But if she is, why is he acting so different? Ok, enough obsessing for one night.

TITLE?! WHO NEEDS A TITLE?

Certainly not I. I, I am beyond titles. I am way too cool for them. That's right, I said it. TOO COOL! So today was boring. I think I zoned out for most of history. I really don't remember what happened. Math was equally boring. Lunch consisted of Clare and I singing whilest Rabe played the rather odd-sounding piano. Is it out of tune, or is it supposed to sound like that? During spare I actually did work! It was amazing. I worked on some IA stuff. After spare, I had to go ask h.ro about one of my sources, but I had to wait in line as other people got there first. Whilest I was waiting, I noticed I was in the *gasp* IB 20 class! The dude that I think looks like Brady from Days of Our Lives is an IB 20! It was quite shocking. Anyway, I was stared and pointed at for my big stack of books, and then on the way out I overheard someone mention that that was what it was going to be like being an IB 30 (pointing at me yet again). Excuse me?! How do they know I'm in grade 12, let alone IB? I look like I'm 10 years old. I mean really. The nerve of some people's children. Physics was boring. I think I was pretty much zoned out for that too. When I got home this afternoon, my mum felt the need to ask me how school was (to which I answered, "it was school, how do you think it was") and if I had a lot of homework (to which I answered "I always have a lot of homework"). I hate those questions. No matter how many times I answer with the exact same phrase, she keeps asking! I hate school, I don't need to be reminded that I am forced to go there everyday the minute I get in the door from the aforementioned circle of hell. Grr. Anyway, the plan tonight is to get some chem done, some history worksheets, and my IA. Rather ambitious, but there it is.

Woe is me.

yesterday was Rutherford Day, which wasn't actually too bad. Well, it kinda sucked for a little while, but he left and then it was all good. Let me explain. I had to go up to fourth floor to get a book. When I opened the door from the stairwell, all I could smell was this thirty-something year old guy who had bathed in his grandpa's aftershave. And he was a good three meters away from me. Actually, the entire time I was on fourth, this guy is all I could smell. Thankfully, after finding my book I was able to escape back down to third and my delightful little cubbyhole of work. Or was I? NO! I WASN'T! A little while later, creeper guy comes down and sits at the cubby in front of me. And, yet again, all I can smell is his disgusting aftershave. You would think he would be able to smell how disgusting it is, but APPARENTLY he either can't, or enjoys it. EW! And he was there for like, fifteen minutes! I swear, I though I was going to die. Where is my stupid olfactory fatigue when I need it?! Evidently not there. Seriously though, this guy smelled like the old, disgusting uncle that no one likes because he smells like he's soaked in some old aftershave for half of his life (and very probably has). EEEEEEEWWWWWWW! Other than that, and leaving my library card at home, it was a good trip. Church was boring. I wasn't actually listening, so I don't know whether or not Father Stanley lectured us or not. Hmm. I guess if you really want to know you can ask Rabe. She listens in church. I also completely and utterly murdered the one song I played. I feel rather sorry for it, but as it's church, not many people really listen or care, so it's all good. I also tried to sing a descant ALL BY MYSELF. I suppose I did a half-decent job, but was still quite off-key in some parts. Oh well. That's what I get for attempting to reach the Es. I did absolutely no work when I got home last night, choosing to watch XXX instead, which I enjoy. In consequence, I had to get up extra early this morning to try and get a start on my bio lab. I have realized though that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Damn bio...*mutters*. But as I really don't need bio for anything and am just taking it for fun (why did no one try to stop me?!), I guess it really doesn't matter how well I do. However, I still would like to get a half-decent mark. Preferably over sixty if possible. Anyway, today is bio and history, other homework if I have time. hehehehe. hhaaaaaaaaaaahhahahaa. time. *maniacal laughter*

OMG! I HATE SCHOOL!

So yes, school this week sucked uberly. In fact, one might say it 'vacuumed', if one wanted to be mr charchun-esque. Chem lab was a failure and a half. But our poker/gossip/save-the-world night was enjoyable. To the max even. Although I ate way too much and must wiegh an extra five pounds lol.
So Clare, you know how we were discussing the Gustav thing last night and who it could pertain to? Well, it really does. I've actually started getting rather uncomfortable lately. I mean, we're close and I'm me, so I tend to borrow Churchill's biography more than I probably ought to, but sometimes, he creeps me out a little. And this is just over e-mail! It's kind of odd. Mind you, I suppose I brought it on myself, eh Rabe? My new resolution: move on to a biography other than Churchill's. Say, Roosevelt's perhaps. lol.

Title of insignificance

Today was pretty darn crappy. Not much I can say about it, so that's all for today's recap.

"Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtaxed." - Oliver Wendall Holmes

I'll take 5 cc's of caffeine, please.

And now comes the day when I seriously consider whether caffeine pills or an IV drip of caffeine wouldn't be easier than trying to consume enough coffee to jolt me awake. I wonder what h.ro puts in his coffee...He always seems awake...Unless of course we want to be like Mr.T and have "water" in our waterbottles. But really, that doesn't wake you up at all. I felt kind of bad asking to go to the bathroom in history today, because h.ro had to move the overhead and all, but I really had to go. However, I was thinking about other things on my walk to the washroom and involved in reading the sign on the bathroom door, so I didn't notice until I was partially through the door that it didn't really look like the little girls room. Hey, guess what. It wasn't. In fact, it was the little boys room. And then, as if I wasn't embarrassed enough, I turned around and there are two people snickering at me. *sigh*. I mumbled something about "wrong door" and hurriedly made my escape to the correct washroom. Next time, I look at the sign on the door. Today had way too much stress. I seriously just about started crying multiple times today when thinking about all of my homework and when trying to complete that stupid chem worksheet. I know it's a stupid thing to get upset about, but it's due to lack of sleep. Well, that's my excuse anyway. And I really needed a hug this afternoon and my significant other was away skiving off. Well, he was getting an exam, but he skived off the rest of the day. But Clare was a good substitute, so thanks Clare! Oh, note to Rabe and Clare: I emailed Justine and told her we wouldn't be able to make it to choir practice on Sunday. I just assumed that since we would be at Rutherford y'all wouldn't be making it. If you are planning on being back in time though, give me a holla and I'll email her back. Dad just about took his finger off at work today, so as a result he spent the afternoon waiting to see the on-call doctor in the hospital and is exempted from doing dishes for a while. They were out steaming culverts and he jetted some high-pressure water into his hand which tore through his glove and broke some veins in his hand and finger (which then swelled up and looks cool!), so not life threatening, but enough to hurt a lot. But hey, anything to get out of dishes. Gilmore Girls was totally awesometastical tonight. I enjoyed it immesely, and Logan gets hotter with every episode. Although, I could do without seeing Kirk naked multiple times in one episode. *shudder*. Ew. Anyway, I have to get back to my IA revision. Happy homeworking!

the hottness that is IB

Hmm, tuesday, what can I say about tuesday? Well, today was certainly not fun, but is wasn't crap either. Was it just me or was history super dull today? Maybe I just have an aversion towards "Nam"? H.ro's talk today was slightly disconcerting. Yes, if we have to stay up all night to get IA written, then stay up all night. What does he think we do? Sleep? I mean really, what kind of IB kids would we be if we spent all of our time sleeping? Math was super dull. And what was with randyhere picking on me again? I'm fairly sure that it is glaringly evident I have no idea what is going on. I would have thought all of the "I don't know"s would have tipped him off. Apparently not. Or he just likes terrorizing me. Either way, both are stupid. I love how we all take up so much room at lunch. lol. It amuzes me to no end, and I have no idea why. Hmm, quite the pickle. The gummy-candy run was enjoyable. Christine and I 'bonded', if you will, over our mutual lost-ness trying to find the candy aisle which was moved. Yearbook was aight today. Beth and I almost completed our football pages. Mrs Williamson had her little girl with her today and she was so cute! I asked Mark to steal her for me, but he wouldn't. So someone (I suspect Willis) suggested Mark just go have an illegitimate child that I could raise. So, I told Mark to go have an illigitimate child. I wonder how that is going to work?

After a discussion I had today, during which I got very confused, I have decided to discuss a certain behavior known as 'flirting'. Now, I know I am an oblivious idiot when it comes to noticing such things, but I think I have figured out why. "WHY?!", you may ask me, waiting with baited breath for my answer. Well, wait no longer, still your beating hearts, because here is the answer: I consider this normal behavior and not out of the ordinary. It's quite odd really, but I think it stems from the fact that I have always associated more with members of the opposite gender, and thus any contact/behavior between me and the aforementioned members of the opposite gender I have considered 'normal'. And this contact/behavior, I have been informed, can quite often be construed as 'flirting'. It's kind of strange when you think about it though. Obviously this behavior is natural, otherwise we probably wouldn't do it. Do people consiously 'flirt'? Or is it something that you just do? It's just all so very confusing. *sigh* One day, I will enter the mind of a determined flirt and perhaps gain some perspective. Until then, however, I NEED TO BE INFORMED OF EVERY DETAIL DUE TO THE FACT I NEVER NOTICE ANYTHING!!!!!!!! Okie dokie?

blogthings

I will die at 79.
I am 60 % extrovert, 40 % introvert.
I am in a decent mood.
I am the Los Angelas Air Brown rejected crayon.
My seduction style is 'the natural'.
I belong in 1962.
I act 17. Hmm.

YAY.

yay!

quiz

Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

Poser Monday

So today was poser monday. It was aight, as Mondays go. Not quite as crappy as the past few Mondays, but I was kind of in my lack-of-sleep zone, so I may just not have noticed the crappiness. Anyway, todays English class was certainly one of the more inane classes we've had. That 'pop-quiz' (if it indeed can be honored by being so-called) was absolute crap. I mean, I did fairly well, but only because I have amazing retention when I read novels and such. But those questions were absolutely way too specific. But hey, anything to bring down our marks. I mean really, obviously the point of being in school is to do as crappy as you can, right? Anyway, point being mrs williams is a prat and her class is a pointless waste of brain cells. I seriously think my IQ drops a few points everytime she starts talking. And I can't affort to lose any more point! Chem was pretty good today. Amazingly enought, neither Rabe nor I blew anything up. However, I think I may have spilled some acid on my finger, but I really don't need that finger anyway. I have nine more, after all. Alias is getting super good! I'm so excited! I won't say anything more, due to Rabe not knowing much yet and I don't want to spoil it for her, but it is (in the words of Willis) ABFAB! Anyway, I gotta go do those stupid english questions.

The Poser Purse

Today has been...aight. Not coo', but aight. (Am I gansta or am I gansta Rabe?) So, I got up early to get a good start on my IA, which I worked on for an hour before breakfast. And then I ate and got dressed and went into town for 8 30! AM! In the morning! I was suppose to talk to Pam, my supervisor, but she wasn't in, so I went and visited my grandparents for awhile. Then over to Rabe's for bio-ness (which took until afternoon) and then back to Sobeys to talk to Pam! I'll probably be getting a few shifts for spring break, so huzzah! I like money. *Apprentice theme song plays*: Money money money money, MONEY! lol. Then home to finish IA, which nearly is! Anyway, on the highlight of today, which is the 'Poser Purse'. My grandparents brought me home a tan-colored, slightly sequined cowgirl shirt, and an equally tan-colored, slightly sequined cowgirl purse. But not just ANY purse; a POSER purse. It's similar to Lindsay's Marilyn purse, in that it is one of those little purses with the little straps that sits uncomfortably under your arm. You know, one of those popular girl, oh-my-god-I-broke-a-nail purses. Thus, I feel like a popular-oh-my-god-I-broke-a-nail poser, hence POSER PURSE! It's pretty darn hot, eh Rabe? Anyway, I have to go do some english. blah!

The Day That Only Partially Sucked

Today was aight. Well, aside from the fact I got practically no sleep because CJ woke up every couple of hours and I had to get up early. And CJ and Cheyenne were still here when I got home and they make a lot of noise. And my dad tried to guilt me into seeing my grandparents. And all this crappy homework. But other than that, today was aight. Clare, Al, (OH! OXFORD COMMA ALL THE WAY!) and I went into Rutherford today and I actually got quite a bit done. Granted the super-creepy guy on drugs on the LRT was kind of scary, but he decided to talk to other people about his problems, so I was only half-way creeped out. Woot. I would just like to point out that 5th floor is creepy, and the government documents section is creepier. Then when I got home I wanted to start acutally writing the paper, but Cheyenne was on the computer, so I was forced to write on PAPER! *gasp*! I was also relegated to baby-sitting CJ because mum was tired and all CJ was doing was screaming. Well, I sure fixed that in a hurry. She and I now have an understanding that just because she is in her playpen, doesn't mean she can scream and cry. It all turned out very well. She sat down and played nicely, I got on with my paper. Then mum comes in and as soon as CJ sees her she starts screaming again. *sigh*. As soon as mum left the room though, she quieted back down again. Do I have a way with children or what? lol. I just think she doesn't like me. And then after refusing to go to my grandparent's on account of I have too much homework, I did somehomework, talked to Rabe, made supper, and here I am! Wow. Thrilling day.

So Evan called me last night. It was kind of awkward. He keeps wanting to see me, but I keep telling him I can't because I have homework (which, pathetically enough, is true), so he tells me just not to do it, which we all know I can't. It's kind of sad that he doesn't understand that I need to do my homework and at least try to get good grades (even though we all know that doesn't happen all that often). We used to be so close that he understood everything. Or maybe I was just fooling myself into believing that. I never really realized how many girl friends he has, and it's kind of disconcerting. I guess I'm a little jealous too, but I can deal with that. It's just, I used to think I was special, you know? And really, I'm not. I'm just one of like, 30 who think they're special. I don't know how to explain what I mean. I mean, this is what I mean, but not exactly it. Ya know? I dunno. I'm probably just making too much out of this...and drunk. lol.

armed and dangerous

So, sorry for the lack of update yesturday. I was studying and there really wasn't much to discuss. Onwards to today. Hmmm...Oh, the history test wasn't really all that bad. I think I did well, especially on the germany question, so booyah for me. I got to miss most of math, so that was exciting. The blood donor clinic was good. Dave was in front of me and Beth was behind me, so I had people to talk to. Apparently I have a lot of iron in my blood. mmmm, tasty. So guys, have you been to Chad since 1977 or had sex with someone from Chad since 1977? Or have you had sex with a man who had sex with a man since 1977? *sigh* What lovely questions. I got a blue ball to squeeze. I think. It was either blue or red. And Theb had yellow. D had the color I didn't have, so we all decided we're going to form a primary colors group. It would be lovely. In order to communicate this to each other, we were forced to shout, which brought some very amuzed looks from the clinic assistants. And h.ro came in whilest we were there. And 450 mL of blood drained out of me in 6min and 30 sec! That's 1.15 mL/s ! How hot is that? They had very good refreshments, I have to say. Quite tastey. Physics was aight, aside from my feeling a bit sick and dizzy, but I'm a big girl and it was all good.

Have you noticed the number of anorexically skinny girls around our school lately? I'm disgusted and at the same time incredibly jealous. It takes an amazinf amount of willpower to be like that. I know it's unhealthy, but really, I am quite jealous of the thin-ness. *sigh*. One day perhaps.

Anyway, for those of you who watch Gilmore Girls, do you remember last episode when Rory anounces that all she has to wear is her "Give Bush a wedgie" t-shirt? Well here it is (along with a few others)! I tell ya, that show has all the good shirts! It makes you wonder where they discover them all. On another note, here's another good site. Check out C47 down the page. And for Willis, C52. OOO! and here!

dun na nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh BATMAN!

So yes, today was another day. Nothing extroadinary happened, so I'll not bore you with the details. Yearbook was ok. We typed. Nick was disallowed from typing due to abuse of power, and I was instated in his place. That was basically all we did. Wow, how usefull. You know what I hate? Shoes. Shoes suck. They are so uncomfortable. Who honestly enjoys wearing shoes? Certainly not I. *sigh*. I'm boring. I'm leaving.