in the interest of fresh content

I have the opportunity while Sean butt-heads (that's the verb of being a butt-head) to blog, so I shall do so. Yeah. So Sean's being a butthead. I hate it when we're both snappy with each other, as now. It is something that must be stopped. Or at least refrained from.

Today I worked my first straight-through, with Amay in the morning. and others in the evening. I've never worked with Amay alone before, and it was awesome! We talked of boys, and movies (big surprise), and I screwed up the popcorn many times. I don't know why I suck at it so. I think it might actually be the oil pump though, because half the time, I'm utterly positive I flicked the oil switch, and the oil bucket is full. But no-one else does it, so maybe I'm just a lunatic. That's cool, too!

Amay tried to teach me ice cream, but it was not to be. Customers kept interrupting, and you can't ignore the popper. When it beckons, you obey--or else! But at least I learned how to make a sundae, and a pretzel! Only a few more things to go, and I'll be able to be a full-fledged ice cream person!

It occured to me while ordering a wrapzel, how Gator cannot order a single thing at the ice cream stand at my work. If it doesn't kill her (ice cream, cheese), it'll send her to hell (meat). Or at least make her feel guilty, for all the poor slaughtered whatever-it-is-that-is-in-pepperoni's.

So yeah, I had a seven-hour shift, and I breaked NOT A ONCE! I am an industrious Pinto. There was also a screw-up on next weeks schedule, so I might be getting a scheduled break double! WOO-HOO! This week I have nine shifts, and if I get the break double next week, I'll have six. Hopefully, my budget will pan out for Sean's b-day present, and tuition deposit. I'll have ZERO spending money, though, and if I do, it'll be spent on augmenting Sean's gift. I'm so excited!

I was thinking today, how cool it would be if one of my sisters married a Jew. Sherayna was interested in a Witness for a while there. She's so prudish, I think she might as well date him. Though I wouldn't enjoy being told I was going to hell daily by TWO different family members. That would kinda suck. But yeah if one of my other sisters married a Jew, it would be sweet! But Tina married an agnostic who she's on and off with, and Trish had two kids with some black guy I've never met. He COULD be an Ethiopian Jew...but I seriously doubt it. lol!

Ok, I'm random. I feel like cuddling a certain pigheaded boy. I do love him so!

ack! I have become high maintenance!

that's right. income=vanity. Pinto is a'goin to hell!

In other news, I am now graduated and mature. ffff-ch, yeah right. but I am graduated, despite many grad fee problems and a missing text. I have to sort that out this week, cause I KNOW I returned everything.

Dry Grad was fantastic. Tim won many unneeded dollars, as did Taylor Kulai. Tim I can forgive, Taylor can go to hell. But on a lighter note, everything was super cool! I went swimming, and skating, and ate a whole ton of food. I tried a bunch of stuff, like minigolf, and the fun thing that shoots you backward on a bungee rope. SUPER awesome! I also got my butt whipped by boy Spencer on the inflateable duelling thing. There was foosball, but I didn't partake. I wish there had been airhockey. That would have been sweet! There was also a psychic who told me that my plans for the future with Sean, and my career seemed over-all positive. This came as good news to me, because I'd been unhappy with me and Sean's relationship lately. One of the tarot cards was about letting go of small problems, and since I've started doing that more often, I've been a lot more happy with Sean. (except for yesterday when he was an hour late meeting me, and we only had an hour to spend together. that kinda ticked me off.)

Other than that, I've been working like carazay, and wasting my money on eating out and makeup. I've got the bar-none BEST idea for Sean's birthday, though! I can't mention anything here, because of course, he reads this, but suffice it to say, I'm aiming on the best birthday ever, and now that I have an income, I can supply it! I'm sorry, Geoff, and Chris, for being poor while I dated you. That made our relationships much crappier while they lasted.

I'm still obsessed with getting married. And the bad thing that's encouraging it all is that once I get my ICBC settlement from the accident, I can make that dream a reality! Scary hey? I was reading something on Barbara's blog about how we're all growing up, and moving away, and how weird that is. Imagine if I got maried! Wow.

It still hasn't hit me yet that I'm gradded. I won't be coming back. NOT EVER.

It's been almost a year since I finally wrote Geoff off. I don't know why that came up, but I just thought of that. I hope one day we can be friends.

So today, me and Sean are going to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I am so excited to be in a different theatre! Although I know I'll be watching the way they make the popcorn all scrutinizing like! I'm such a psycho. So I better finish this up, so we can go do that! I'm off!!!

wow am I ever bored

and now I will post everybody I know with more than one blog. oh man...

1. me
   
2. Brianna
   
3. Laura (if she EVER accepts my Collective invite, which she will cause she has to!)
   
4. Barbara
   
5. Mel
   
6. Megan
   
7. Martha
   
8. Kevin Taylor
   
9. Stephanie
   
10. Glenn
    
11. Cora
    
12. Nicole
    
13. Llowyn
    

I think that's it...please someone, entertain me?!

it's a bird! it's a plane! NO! it's the Collective Blog!

yes that's correct. it had to happen sometime.

on to other news. I feel like getting married. As in within the next year. I've been obsessing over it long enough. I want it to happen. There is a small possibility of getting my settlement money (from the car accident) before I'm nineteen, and I'm supposed to be getting an amount somewhere in the two-three thousand dollar range. With a yearlong engagement, and monthly savings from now to when we actually need to buy the stuff, that is enough money to pay for a wedding. but, uh...I should probably discuss this with Sean first, hey? Well, if we spend any private time together in the next bit of forever at all, that may happen. It's funny, everybody thinks we're engaged, anyway. I think we should just prove them right. But that's me.

So, I know of a few people in the Theatre program at MalU next year, and I shall list them here. If you're in it, and not on my list, please tell me! I'm very curious!

1. me
   
2. Barbara
   
3. Geoff
   
4. Jen Schaper
   
5. Laura-Gator is in choir with me, but not in the theatre program
   

and I think that's about it. hmmmm.... I'm surpirsed that I can't think of any Dovers in the program, cause they're super drama. Laura McNought probably would have been, but she's going to CCPA, instead. And Mel, and Brianna never even applied. tsk tsk.

weird...my blog is all double spaced now...and not by my doing!

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huh. k, that's weird. ok, I'm gone! ttyl!

for megan

wow

Michael Jackson is scary

apparently he is innocent, which I think is crap. anybody that fucked up who has children is his bed at night is not *actually* sleeping with them. He's messed, and if Martha Stewart can go to jail, then he needs to, too.

Whatever, I don't really care about the whole thing. I am more concerned with my stupid blog troubles. The concerned posts have gone back to centre alignment! This is seriously going to make me scream!

I work tonight. Remembered my cup, this time, so I won't have to borrow Holly's. Yesterday, she told me that Tuula told her that she'd convinced Sean to buy me an engagement ring--but this was at the beginning of second semester, so something tells me, she didn't really convince him. Too bad. Bully for me.

I had really weird dreams last night, and this morning--right up to when my Mom woke me up with coffee. But I don't remember them.

I kinda wanna call Sean. But I use the Career Centre phone way too often. I would just leave, but by the time I got there, he'd be leaving for work. Damn work. Ruins everything.

btw, girls, I remember why I *ruined* Thanksgiving! It's because I waved my bra around, and manhandled the salad!

...yeah, I don't really get it either.

So this post is all over the place. It's because I actually have nothing to say. Some might think that that means it's time to stop talking. But me? No. Not me.

hum hum hum. I am going to go read other people's blogs.

irk irk irk irk irk irk irk irk irk irk irk irk irk

I really hope whoever did that is not my friend, because whoever did do it, is NOT in my good graces right now. Pranks like this really piss me off. It's like someone finding your diary and writing stuff in the last pages about who you like, that you only find when you get to those pages, and you know someone read your diary like six months ago, and has been reading it since.

The difference with this is, I like people reading and commenting, but I despise people messing with my shit. Tampering in my world is a capitol offense, and demands retribution. So I really hope whoever did this, did it out of spite, cause I'd really hate to be super angry at someone who did it as a funny ha-ha joke. Cause I am really angry.

I basically had to go into every single post displayed on my page, and change the font color, and the alignment. I couldn't figure out how to change the text, so the font is still messed, as are the titles, which are HTML crap which I can't do! Plus, I had to change my password so now Kevin can't help me even if he wanted to. And I was perfectly happy with my DAMN password!!! I DIDN'T WANT TO CHANGE IT!





grrrrrrrrrrr...

ok, whoever changed my font is going to get their testicles ripped off their body

I HATE THIS FONT! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!!

Ok, there was my big freakout. I swear if this posts stupid, I will kill someone. I hate it bad enough when my template fricks up. But this (I am pretty sure) is someone actually going into my account, and SCREWING with my settings. I don't care who it was, I am going to kick you. I hate it when people do stupid things like this.

Anyways, I used to have things to post about, but I don't really remember them. Ok, I'm just going to give up, and post this to see if it works, or not.

*rumble grumble, mutter, grump...*

um...I dunno about that. which one was the slutty one again?

jk! lol!

What Beatle are you? Paul McCartney You have a soft heart. You love animals, nature & quite evenings with good friends. Thursday, June 09, 2005 Alumni Choir! ok, I know this is my third post in an hour. shut up! yesterday, I called Sean three times in an hour just to hear him say his own name in the voicemail introduction, then leave a retarded message. I seem to have backslided into a new degree of patheticness. OK. I have a proposition for everyone, and anyone who is, or has ever been in the Wellington Choir. For those of you who have been part of an amazingly awesome year (read: last year), then had to lower your standards for a new group of annoying grade eights (read: this year), you obviously understand how much Mrs. Sinclair hates it! So, we have been throwing about the idea all year of an alumni choir. No one is quite sure how this would work, and in fact, it's not *officially* even happening yet. But I'm sure with a good response, Mrs. Sinclair would do it. After all, look at the people she's lost to Grad in the past five years! Some ideas about how it would be, is that it would be a separate choir, not affiliated with Wellington (although, I hope we keep the name). We would practice probably at night, and arrange our own performances. Nobodys said anything, but I'm almost positive that for the first few years, we'd all have to pay something--a membership fee or something. And I'm pretty sure Mrs. Sinclair intends on making it audition only. At least she should. There is a tiny miniscule chance that has been brought up, but not discussed, that she would make it interschool. So anyone graduated who wants to join. But the basic idea is those who have been in choir with Mrs. Sinclair for a number of years. So, I'm not going to say that this is definitely happening. But I think that with a good response, it has a super good chance. So, Kevin, Geoff, Niki, Amanda, twins, twins' sister Sarah, this year's grads, anybody who has graduated in like the past five years (because I'm positive Mrs. Sinclair would LOVE people like Mike Olsen, and Wilson Pascoe to come back) you should ALL make multiple repeated HARRASSING phone calls to Mrs. Sinclair urging her to do this! Because the only way it'll succeed is with a large number of past students, and a tonne of commitment. Now I am going to die if I never have Mrs. Sinclair again, because honestly, I am just not ready to let go of her choral apron strings. So, all should come and talk to her about it! Spread the word! UP WITH ALUMNI CHOIRS! I'm in a self-pitying mood. My life sucks. I'm poor, and I live far away from the school. I don't work enough hours, I don't have enough time to spend with my boy. I wish I had more motivation, and discipline. I wish I could get up in the frickin morning. I wish I was in a play, and at the same time, I'm glad I'm not. I WISH I WAS IN ARTS ALIVE! In fact, I wish I was in Arts Alive, did a fantastic audition, got Gertrude McFuzz, and showed up everyone with my awesemity. Unlikely, and selfish, I know, but I miss having lines! And dances to learn! And feeling important! I wish I wasn't the super-ugmo-est (ugmost, if you will!) person at my work. I wish I hung out with more people. I wish I didn't have gigantic scars all over my face, and that my nose wasn't bigger than Laura's entire head, and that my teeth could at least pretend to be nice looking for ONE DAY. I WISH I HAD A PHONE AND A COMPUTER AND A FUCKING LIFE. I wish I didn't have to worry so much about my dog hurting something (Kirby, Nicholas; yes she started loking at him the other day as if she was going to attack him the way she attacks Tika. I am so worried that I'm going to have to put her down) I wish I wasn't so damn morose. I'm a whiny pathetic nothing. BAH! I am going to fail Biology, and it is the City of Nanaimo's fault! It is not fair! It is not fair! I look like a total slacker, and for the stupidest reason! It is eleven'o'clock AM, I have a (VERY IMPORTANT) class, which I am missing because I JUST got to school. What on earth could possess a public transit system to change an already pathetic system to one where half it's routes only run every 1 and 1/4, to 2 hours?! Honestly? If I have a class first thing, I MUST be out of the house by 7:05 to catch the 7:19 number 6 bus to the new downtown exchange which gets there at 7:33, where I have to wait for twenty minutes for the 7:50 number 1 (because retard number 2 just decided not to go to Country Club anymore! douche!) which gets to school at 8:19! An actual hour in bus travel time ONLY! WTF????? For days when I have a spare first, I have to catch the 8:14 number 6 which gets downtown at 8:53, or 8:55, or some such, to catch the 9AM number 1 to get to school at 9:30. And if I don't...well then! The very next bus after that is--9:39! Not to mention going to work! I live as far south as I possibly could, because my mother obviously wants to ruin my life, I go to school right smack in the middle of the city, and go to work as far north as I possibly could!!! Who up there HATES me?! It makes me look like a slacker, because I work evenings after school, which means I get home at midnight (exactly; 1 Downtown leaves Woodgrove at 10:50, arrives downtown at 11:34, the 5/6 leaves there at 11:40, arrives at my bus stop at 11:48, and it takes me ten to fifteen minutes to walk home), and I almost always fall asleep before remembering to turn on my alarm. That means that I sleep in every day, by accident until--quarter after eight. Which means the only route left to me is the aforementioned bastardly 9:39 bus. Actually that's a tad bit of a lie. I live close enough to South Parkway Plaza to walk there: but it takes a half an hour to walk there, and the buses don't go up to Country Club half the time. The only one that is remotely convenient means I have to leave at ten after seven to get to Country Club by ten after. The next one that actually makes it up to Country Club gets there at ten after nine. For those of you who think that I'm whining, or actually am lazy, go here, and then tell me I'm wrong. I defy--no I INVITE anyone to prove me wring, because I will only appreciate it, if you can show me an easier way to get to school! The whole system is retarded. Whoever wrote it is retarded. And I don't a rusty fuck if the drivers don't like it either, and shouldn't have to deal with our bitching, because they don't actually have to deal with it. In my opinion, the only person who should ever write a bus schedule, or devise a route is a person who takes the bus. Anyone else is NOT QUALIFIED! That is my decree, and when I control Nanaimo, it shall be so. Tuesday, June 07, 2005 they wear great big platform shoes, on their nasty little feet! don't walk on short people... don't walk on short people... don't want no short people 'round me! (what a wonderful world) short people have nobody... short people have nobody... short people have nobody to love (what a wonderful world) don't walk on short people! don't walk on short people! don't want no short people 'round me! short people have no reason... short people have no reason... short people have no reason to live! (what a wonderful world) another post, because I am a slacker I just mistakenly typed post as poast, as in toast. I quite enjoy that. Anyways, I just wanted to say, I am STILL reading old posts, and I think all verbs ending in I-N-G should have an eight inseted in them. Such as "kill;" that should be kill-8-ing. Or "roll" should be roll-8-ing. Actually scratch that: only verbs ending in double L's. :) I hate the word 'scald' it sounds like a mixture of bald which is icky, and scalp which is icky. what an evil word. just a thought. anyways, work is super montabulo-wonderful. I don't know where that word came from, but I enjoy it. certainly more than the word, 'scald.' According to one of the oldest girls there, I learn super quickly, and because of that, she trained me on till, three shifts earlier than you're supposed to! I was so excited! She also taught me how to make wrapzels, and I got to make one for Jon, one of the guys I work with. He didn't die, so I assume I'm not too bad at it! So, now I know how to make popcorn, serve popcorn, clean the popper, serve drinks, clean the drink machines, serve nachos, make Wrapzels, use the cash register, ring up people's orders, and fill up the ice buckets! Aren't I a good little worker?! The other day, this other guy I work with, Garrett, who talks about doing drugs all the time found a corn plant growing underneath one of the tills!!!! It was hysterical! I wanted to put it in a little pot, and keep it as our mascot, but I think he threw it away, instead. bummer. I don't have to work until tomorrow night, so yesterday, I spent the afternoon with the girls plus Mel learning more on Mr. Sandman, which is turning into a debacle. Brianna doesn't want to learn the other parts for the other verses, and just change the words, and sing the lines we already know, but it requires changing keys oddly, plus it feels slacker to me. Then we tried actually learning the lines, and they are super hard. So I dunno what we're going to do about that. But at least what we know sounds super good! We're learning it for testing in choir, next week. If it works out, it'll be really really awesome! We tried to sing the bum-bums (you heard me) for Jen Porteous (sp?) yesterday, and she said, and I quote, "that's the most fucking awesome thing Ive ever heard!" or something along those lines! I thought that was cool. Afterwards, I went to Zellers to look for a purse, didn't find anything, and then deliberated over spending my grad money from my grandparents on makeup or not for a half an hour. I was planning on taking the bus up to WalMart to examine further, but I missed it, and just went home. There, I watched Pocahontas 2 (joy upon joys) while Sean worked night shift (eleven AM to ten PM; it sucks bean poles!), and then read a book for a long time. It was a very relaxing day. Today, I neglected school, and bought some Asiatic hybrid lilies at Buckerfields, whilst missing bus upon bus upon bus. Mom's truck broke down in the very CENTRE of an intersection (it flooded) and wouldn't start again until she'd made a fool of herself to no less than two different Good Samaritans, and pissed off no more than three bus drivers. It really sucked, so once it started again, we went and got coffee. The Career Centre is quite loud, currently. I won an award of excellence for Career Prep! How cool is that? I get to get out of English this Thursday for the celebration! That's pretty cool; I'm assuming Mr. A nominated me, cause he's who I used for Work Experience hours. Today, I feel ambivalent. About everything. Ambivalent is a word that describes Mr. Poppy's attitude towards ghosts in the Bastion. Equivocal is, also. I read an article about haunted Nanaimo buildings around Hallowe'en. It talked about the Occidental Pub, the Bastion (where Mr. Poppy was quoted; he's the bagpiper there every summer), and Beban House. The Oxy is the coolest pub ever, because it has a frog painted on the wall. I am le random. Anyways, I'm off, so Brad can visit my newly updated blog. goodbye! Friday, June 03, 2005 in the cookies of life, you're my chocolate chip! oh, Alana is so cheesy! But I think it's cute! I love watching her and Brad in Bio, they are so adorable. Moving on now, I was reading my old posts from July of last year (wow almost a full year!) and I was such a loser. My writing style was annoying (I said "haha" after EVERYTHING!), it was all about Geoff, I swore a thousand times more than I do now, and I posted like fifteen times a day! No wonder he broke up with me, I was incredibly uncool. I hope I have changed. So this post was for the sole purpose of writing that title, because Alana is a sweet nerd :D, but now I am going to resume reading old posts. I wonder which month I posted the most in...? PS: if Geoff reads this anymore, there's a conversation I posted of ours in July, and some of the things I said were truly brutal. I'm sorry. Lyrics suck I know I've posted about this before, but I just have to say it: I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE POST LYRICS! I know that some people find it a release, with words they maybe couldn't find themselves, but still! They're still words written by somebody else! I think the clearest you can get is when you describe what you're feeling the best you can in your own words. I feel mean by saying this, but when people post lyrics, I just don't even read them unless it's really worrisome. In my opinion, when you post somebody else's words to express something you are feeling, if you mean it to be a message to someone, that someone never picks up on it. Or, they're confused by it, and don't know what it means. I never know what people are trying to convey when they post song lyrics, especially because to me, a song is meant to be listened to, not read. But anyways, that is my rant for today. I missed Bio today, and went to the bank to open an account. It took forever, and the lady enunciated everything she said as if I were a drooling retard. T'was bothersome. I now have a bank card for the first time ever! All I have left to do is get my driver's license, and I will be a real, live, documented person, and my wallet will prove it! Last night was the District Awards night. I won a $600 bursary from the Canadian Federation of University Women. Yay, having ovaries! Laura won the same thing, but for $1000. Brad Durvin from Welly won the biggest award, the $2500 one from Superpages (yes, the phonebook) for writing an essay on wheelchair junk. I wasn't really listening! *blush* There were lots of people I knew there, like Laura McNought, and Barbara, of course, and Tim, Steven, Lisa Vezina, Matt, my Spongebuddy, and others. It was long and boring, but super exciting when I recieved my award. Just before mine was called, there were a ton that called up like seven or eight students at a time, and then mine was called, and it was awarded to only me! Which made me feel special! And the lady even almost pronounced my name correctly! Woo-hoo! Anyways, tonight is work, and before that I need to go to Value Village, and buy black pants and shoes. I don't have appropriate shoes, and my choir uniform still has blood all over it. I have to write my thank-you note now, so I'm off! Kirby is adorable, good bye! Thursday, June 02, 2005 urgfh--less than Brianna I am worth $1,736,570 on HumanForSale.com ok, this is really super bothersome as you all probably know, my profile pic has not been working for some time now. I just changed it, and it's still not working! How irksome! If anyone can help with this dilemma, please?! anyways, last night was our Spring Choir Concert. I cannot believe it was my last. At the end, we gave Mrs. Sinclair roses, and I forgot about this tradition, but then she turned around and offered all the grads roses. I was so happy! I love long-stemmmed roses, and it just about made me die. Laura was coming unglued at the beginning of We Rise Again, our last song, as was Mrs. Sinclair. For some reason, even though I'd never really thought much about the song, while singing it that last time, all of a sudden it just made so much sense, and suddenly, my throat closed up, and I had a hard time singing. We got a standing O, that was completely unhesitant. Everybody just stood right up. So, we did Hold Me, Rock Me as an encore, but from around the audience, instead of onstage. Laura sang only like half the song, cause she was crying the rest of the time, lol! And of course, Sean brought the puppy! He caused such a stir at intermission, and after. Everybody was coming up, and gooing over him. His name is Kirby, and he is just the most adorable thing! You set him down on the grass, and walk away from him, and he just waddles right after you, wagging his tiny little tail! He is the most adorable thing on the planet!!! I love him so! rs. Sinclair nearly had a hernia over him, and came as close as she ever will to resembling me. And Kirby was a little scared by all the attention, terrified of the applause, but took to people petting him really well. When you set him down, he just ran right up to everybody for pets! He's so friendly! Anyways, tonight is the District Awards Night, which I am so excited about! You wouldn't think I'd be looking forward to sitting on the stage of the Port Theatre for five hours, listening to other people's name get called, but I am! I get to get dressed up (albeit, in an old dress, NOT a new one; *sigh*) and I recieve $500 minimum in educational cash! How cool is that?! After that of course, I start working in earnest. Friday night, I work evening, and matinees on the weekend. I am working concession at the Avalon, as you know, so I expect you all to come to a movie this weekend, and buy popcorn from me, ok? btw, my first training session went really well. He was fine with me missng Wednesday, and Thursday, and in fact, almost all the girls had to miss a couple days, which made me feel better. There's three other girls who are new, one of whom may or may not have been in Bye Bye Birdie, but I can't remember her...strange. We watched this movie with Rodger Lodge from Blind Date in it, that lasted for a million years! It had all this random stuff in it, like it told us not to arge with a customer, and for an example, it had this guy, after he got his Pepsi, wanting to change it to a root beer. The girl was like, "Are you sure? Pepsi's better," or something like that. And the guy was like, "Yeah, but I'm George and I want root beer," and it made me laugh so hard! There was this other guy who was acting the part of a kid, and he was basically wearing a beanie, leaning against the counter, and fingering a pile of change, while asking the price of EVERYTHING ON THE MENU! It was amusing in its absurdity. The same guy played someone else who spoke a different language, but all he said was, "Queak?" Suffice to say, it was rather amusing. So I have no other news, other than that I am incredibly behind in English, and haven't been there for almost two weeks. According to Brianna, I'm getting away with it too, cause he thinks it's because of the accident! Also, I finally called MalU, and I AM in the theatre program! With Barbara, Jordan, Geoff, and others. I am excited! And finally, I am going for my L test, hopefully in the next two weeks. Wish me luck! ok, I'm done. buh bye! Tuesday, May 31, 2005 guess who's NOT an unemployable Welfare bum?! that's right! it's Glenn! no, I'm just kidding, it's ME! that's right, my unending quest has finally been realized! I am now a proud concession--um--person at the Avalon Cinemas!!! Fancy, eh?! I work with Amay now. Too bad Bethany has moved (I think) or I would work with her too, which could only end in buckets of fun! this is so super ultra fantastic! You know what this means, right? It means long-awaited financial freedom! No more begging for scraps at my mother's table of moooooola! (sorry, the o beared repeating) I can now buy myself an eighty dollar pair of jeans, a three hundred dollar dress, a twenty dollar lipstick, AND NOT GIVE A DAMN! How fantastic is that?! I can take Sean out for dinner, or up to Parksville for minigolf, on a whim! For that matter, I no longer have to absent myself from activities from a lack of cash! Have you any idea how happy that's going to make me??? My mood just went up for the next hundred years, and you have Kelly from Avalon Cinemas to thank for it! For some inexplicable reason, I have started jonesing over X-mas shopping. I started a list of things I would like to buy eventually, and at least half of them were for other people! Like a stone mortar and pestle set I found at a kitchen store that Mom would love and this t-shirt I found at Woodgrove for Brianna. I'm so silly that way. Wow, this keyboard sucks, I'm making a million mistakes. Other than that, Sean may or may not be actually buying a weiner dog! They have them at Paws & Jaws in Rutherford, and I should have pulled Sean away while I had the chance, but I didn't, and now he has his heart set on the little boy! We got to go into the back room, and hold him. He was just the sweetest little darling ever! His Mom is opposed to it, and my Mom isn't too happy because the puppy HAS to be at our house, which means Sean HAS to move in, which means Sherayna HAS to move out. I'm scared of it, simply because between where to keep him, how my dog will react to him, and all the other problems inherent with a new baby puppy, it could very possibly not work out. And I don't want that to happen, for Sean's sake. He deserves something he wants this much. I don't know what to do about it, other than just try to keep out of it. I'm not opposed to it, but I know how much trouble it's going to be. Instead, I'm going to let Sean, his Mom, and eventually my Mom work it out on their own. I'm tired of being the go-between. Anyways, I'm getting picked up in about ten minutes. I work tonight, hee hee!!! I am so excited!!! Even though, I know in a week and a half, I'm going to dread it with a passion. But at least right now I'm looking forward to it. Wish me luck, all! Tuesday, May 24, 2005 WOO-HOO! The internet is working again! JOY! Ok, it is ridiculous how much I have to blog about, because the internet has been down at Welly for over a week now, and so much has happened!!! First of all, I won third place in the Folk Song Festival--although, I think I may have already blogged about that...oh, yes I did. Well, the Honours Concert is extremely newsworthy, and I KNOW I didn't post about that. Here goes. After the day of the Folk Song Festival, I just got really sick, and I hoped it would be gone by the Honours Concert, but it wasn't looking like it. So Wednesday the 18th, (interestingly enough, what would have been me and Geoff's two-year anniversary), I stayed home from school, and administered two doses of something called Friar's Balsam, which is an herbal liquid that you boil on the stove, and breathe with your head under a towel for fifteen minutes. It heals your vocal chords right up, and it worked so well on me. So I basically spent the day resting up, drinking tea, and water, and using my Friar's Balsam. By the end of the day, my throat had almost completely healed, and with a good warm-up (which I would have gotten, because the choir was performing at the Honours Concert, too), I would have done really really well. Yes--I said "would have." Mom left to drive me up to MalU, and we were rushing because I was late. I hadn't done up my seatbelt yet, as I often forget to do when I'm distracted. We had just left my house, and literally at the very first intersection we came to (Park, and Ninth; Park Avenue has right of way there, and Ninth has a stop sign that people ignore because Park is a no-exit about there, and there isn't much traffic), we saw a car pull up to the sign. He slowed down to a rolling stop, we saw him, he saw us--and the he tried to keep going. We would have hit him, but Mom slammed on the brakes, and swerved, avoiding him, but losing control on the wet pavement. Initially, we started to go into a spin, but Mom over-corrected, and pulled out. Then she started fish-tailing down the road, and finally turned suddenly. We slammed into this embankment on the side of the road. Remember, I wasn't wearing my seatbelt, but Mom was. She hit her face on the steering wheel. I flew into the windshield, impacting with my face; my knee slammed into the dashboard. The force of the trunk hitting the bank on an angle (most of the force was on the driver's side) made our truck slide around, and bounce out of the ditch, back onto the road, where we coasted backwards until the backend of the truck hit the other bank on the other side of the road, and that's where we stayed. When my face hit the windshield, I broke my nose, cut up my face pretty bad, and split my lip. My hand hit the door, and my right ring finger was strained. My knee ended up with this blunt force impact burn, and bruising so severe that I was on crutches for three days. They thought it was broken, but when they x-rayed it, it was ok. There were a few dings and scrapes on the rest of my body, and my neck had whiplash. Mom came away with gashes on her forehead and nose, and a pretty bruised ankle. She never got checked out thoroughly though, so it's possible there's other stuff wrong with her. When the truck finally stopped, people ran over, and opened the door. I was freaking out, screaming about my knee and nose. I tried to get people to call somebody's cell from choir to tell them I couldn't make it, but nobody ever picked up. I was freaking out about that, so much that I made the paramedics yell at me. They put a neck brace on me, and got me strapped down on a stretcher. They took me and Mom to the hospital in the ambulance. In the ambulance, they tried to put an IV in, but they couldn't find a vein. I complained that I hadn't lost enough blood to put an IV in, so they just left me. When we got there, they unloaded me onto a bed in the Emergency. I asked the nurse if I could use the phone, and called Sean. I told him I'd been in an accident, and asked if he could swing by the college and tell Mrs. Sinclair. I guess he kind of freaked out, cause he told me later, that the minute he got off the phone with me, his Mom ran right out the door, and got into the car without her keys, or purse, and he had to run back in to get them, wearing one shoe, and putting the other on as he went! After that, the nurses put a medication IV in my hand (which hurt like a bitch) and took my blood pressure a thousand times. They took my pants, which sucked, and made me take off my jewelry. In the Emergency bed, my memory is kind of crappy. I was basically drifting in and out of consciousness, and I remember events, but not the period of time that they entailed. Like for instance, I had thought the entire amount of time we'd been in the hospital was maybe an hour and forty-five minutes, or two hours. Actually, it was four and a half hours. I was pretty doped up, I guess. A doctor came in, and checked me for broken bones, and internal bleeding, but I was fine, so all he did was send me to X-ray. They took a million pictures, on this really cold bed, and then sent me back. After a while of lying around doing nothing, they let Mom, and Gramma and Sean see me. I was ucky. They never even cleaned the blood off my face entirely, and Sean spat on a towel a million times and cleaned my face as best he could because he is the most incredible boy on the planet. Eventually, the doctor came in and told me that my nose was broken, but my knee was not. He prescribedTylenol 3's laced with codiene for the pain, and crutches, but didn't put anything on my face, and told me it would heal up on it's own. He also made an appointment with an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist for me, which happened this morning. After that we could go, but I still couldn't leave, cause Mom had to go get the crutches for me before I could walk. They put me in a wheelchair, which was creepy. Finally, at 10:30 at night, we were finally allowed to leave. Sean's Mom drove us home, because, of course, we were stranded. There, I was falling asleep on Sean's lap before his Mom pried him away. That night totally sucked. The T3's did NOTHING. They didn't help my pain, and while Mom told me they'd knock me out, they didn't at all, and I laid in bed awake, and in pain until the wee hours of the morning. Of course this came at such a wonderful time, too, with MusicFest two days away. The next morning, I got up, and got to school, but neither of my teachers would let me stay for their classes, even though I had a test in each. There was nothing for it though, I HAD to go to choir, because I was NOT going to be left home at MusicFest time. So, I sang the entire rehearsal with a broken nose, and a scarred-up face, which truly hurt, but apparently my voice wasn't too bad. So Mrs. Sinclair said I was allowed to go to MusicFest! Thus ends the car accident story, and thus begins the MusicFest story!!! The next morning, I got up super early, and Bonnie came to pick me up (Mom still hadn't rented a car yet). Along the way, we picked up Megan, and headed to the ferry. I was on crutches, and it was tiring, but we got on the ferry, and all was good. On the ferry, me, Brianna, Laura, Mel, and sometimes Nicola and Sasja sat together talking and reading on the floor by a bank of windows. It was awesome, especially cause Brianna gave me a bite of sausage roll! Life is good as a cripple! lol! That was pretty much entirely how we spent the ferry ride to Vancouver. We got off there, and headed straight onto the buses. The bus ride to the church where we were to sing was about forty minutes, and boring-ish. We talked and laughed, which was good, and ate food without fear of Bus Nazi! We got there, and listened to a thousand and one choirs, some really really good, some not as good. They included the Pacific Christian School! They're the "Short People" choir of awesemity. We were at the end of our section, and because of that, the clinicians decided to make us, the demonstration choir for the clinic! That extended our clinic from a half an hour to forty five minutes of pure fantasmicality! Our warm-up sucked because we were in the littlest, horrid-acoustic-ed, hottest room on the planet, and I was right next to Lee (the ball-picker), which threw me off, and pissed me off. He looks at his watch three times a song, and sings downward, not opening his mouth, while scratching his hand obsessively. It made me want to pick up a chair and throw it at him! I actually told him to pay attention during a song, which I wouldn't do normally. Usually a look does it. Not with this kid. Anyways, then we were on. The church was crazy! It wasn't that huge, or anything, and the acoustics seemed ok, from when we were watching choirs. But singing up there is like trying to sing harmony from a hundred feet away. The altos sounded so far away, and I couldn't hear a single other soprano other than myself, and I was in the middle of the section. It was scary! It was a space to throw choirs off, that's what it was. One more thing for the judges to look for, and base a mark on. I may be wrong, but that's my opinion. So our clinic was right afterwards, and the clinicians were AMAZING!!!!!! The one was little and funny, and outrageous, and goofy, and everything point he made was accompanied by an allusion. And the funny thing was they all made sense, AND entertained! He was the most fabulous person ever, I am going to capture him, and lock him in a box to train every guy singer I ever work with. THAT'S what I shall do. The other was soemone you knew you;d really respect if you had him by himself. Unfortunately, he was kind of overshadowed by the little one (irony!) but he was still really super good. They even paid us a compliment while we were up there! The little one, turned around and said to Mrs. Sinclair, "I love how easy to direct this choir is, everywhere I take them, they just follow right along!" and I was like, 'Score!' AAAAH! The bell just rang, I'll try to finish up quickly! On Hold Me, Rock Me, they did this really effective rythmic excersize with us, to make us feel the rythm of it, by making us walk around the room in time to the song (which is HARD when you're going down stairs with a limp!) The clinic ended like that, and it was seriously the best one I've ever been to! I'm so glad I got to go to MusicFest! Ok, now I have to go to choir. Those were my crazy big news things for the week! I should like comments!!! Friday, May 13, 2005 multi-tasking First of all, I wrote WAY TOO MUCH in the last post for only ONE comment! COMMENT OR I SHALL SMITE THOU!!!!!! And on to the next item of business, Laura, I'm not going to audition most importantly because I'm not prepared. I never did go to Mr. Anderson, and ask him for good monologues, so I don't have any that I'd like to to do actually prepared. And while I could whip a song up pretty quickly, it wouldn't be doing justice to an audition as important as CCPA for me to just prepare something in three days. Plus it's today...! The other reason is, even if I did get in, I don't know if I could make it my entire life. It used to be like that, but I can't ask Sean to leave his job here and move with me down to Victoria, and I don't know if I could handle a long-distance relationship with him. I wouldn't ever ask him to wait for me, because it wouldn't work number one, and number two, it's rude and selfish. Plus, every single great performing accomplishment of mine has been as part of a group. And with the deterioration of Collective as a singing group, or even as a trio of best friends, I've been coming to realize how truly inadequate I am by myself. It is massively discouraging to think that all of your accomplishments have been because of other people, and that is not the kind of attitude you want to go into a place like CCPA with. Besides, who knows? Malaspina will give me two years of theatre, while retaining my comfort zone. If Sean and I don't work out (God forbid) then maybe I'll have an opportunity to run off to Victoria at a whim. Even if we are still together then, maybe by that time, he'll be ready for a change of scenery. I'm just not ready for a commitment of that magnitude to the performing arts. And because of that, it's possible that I never will be. Ok, that's done now. I shall now finish up my post for the original reason! I was checking my email, and I got this forward about 101 fun things to do in WalMart, and some of them were truly genious! Only the best shall I post here now, and I expect some of you to be h-core enough to do them with me!!!! 1. Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations. 3. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at ten minute intervals throughout the day. 11. Tune all the radios to a polka station; then turn them all off and turn the volumes to "10". 20. Put M&M's on layaway. 21. Move "Caution: Wet Floor" signs to carpeted areas. 31. Take up an entire aisle in Toys by setting up a full scale battlefield with G.I. Joes vs. the X-Men. 32. Take bets on the battle described above. 35. Run up to an employee (preferably a male) while squeezing your legs together and practically yell at him " I need some tampons!!" 38. Attempt to fit into very large gym bags. 39. Attempt to fit others into very large gym bags. 42. Two words: "Marco Polo." 46. When someone steps away from their cart to look at something, quickly make off with it without saying a word. 58. While handling guns in the hunting department, suddenly ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are. Act as spastic as possible. 60. Fill your cart with boxes of condoms, and watch everyone's jaws drop when you attempt to buy them. 69. Get boxes of Condoms and randomly put them in peoples carts when they don't realize it! 78. Spend all your money riding on those little rides for toddlers. Fit the character; if your on a horse, then pretend that your a cowboy, etc.. And If a little kid comes over wanting to use it, start barking at them until they run away crying. 80. Excessively use anything thing that says "Try Me". 90. Put lingerie in the men's department. 91. Put super sexy lingerie in old men's carts when they turn around. 97. Walk up to a guy and say "Oh my god, is it you? Oh my god it is!!! I haven't seen you in so long!!!!" Then kiss him. Then slap and him say "Why didn't you ever call me??" Then walk away. Much more affective if you're a guy. 99. Start singing oldies songs in to megaphone. **BONUS Attempt all of these in the same visit! Ok, are those not fabulous?! If I ever see one of you in WalMart, and you don't notice me, expect a random box of "Her Pleasure" condoms in your cart when you go to the checkout!!! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! Thursday, May 12, 2005 bad (but victorious) Pinto I really need to start going to school. *blush*! Since last week, I've missed Friday on. I went to half of A block on Monday, and nothing after that. Friday, and Monday I had a good excuse, I was moving. Tuesday was me being horridly lazy. Wednesday, I also have a good excuse for, I was at the Folk Song Festival, which is quite the tale! Today, I came to school, but I kept missing the bus (which only runs every hour), and so ended up missing C block; AGAINST MY WILL, I swear! And the worst part is, I ended up in a fight with Mom again this morning (she was driving Sherayna, who know owns a car I might add, to a place that is right around the corner from my school, and she still wouldn't drive me), and forgot to get her to write me a note. So now I'm in super trouble, especially in Bio, where I missed a big fat test, pl;us I have no note, for what was almost entirely excuseable absences. Anyways, on to the fun stuff! The Folk Song Festival was interesting...! Pretty much none of us went to any school today even though we sang in the pm. I met Laura and Brianna right when they were arriving, and we walked up to the theatre for registration. Nobody was there, so we investigated the new building that the seniors were singing in. Then we came back to the theatre, and registered. There was a small bit of interest there, as Barbara weas marked down as non-vocal training, even though she entered the vocal training category. So she mentioned that to the registrar, and she said she'd pass the message along. So that was taken care of. (...) So we headed up to the coy pond to practice. That's our tradition; it is so calming, and relaxing there that it totally boosts your confidence. Plus people are always wandering by, and being impressed by the singing, which is an ego boost for sure! Anyways soon after, we went back to the theatre (AGAIN) for the opening ceremonies, which were--meh. Except for the adjudicators forming a choir and singing Shanendoa (sp?), which was super great. I was a little confused though, because I kind of thought they went off time a couple times, which is crazy cause of all of them are super-trained, and super-awesome. But it's possible if you're not used to singing choral. After the opening ceremonies, we all went to our rooms. Our section started with the senior groups, of which there were two. Of course both of them won in the end, but I have to say, the group who won second--the ones with the angel costumes-- they SUCKED! They forgot their words, they forgot their harmony, they were truly awful! They should not have won! The adjudicators are supposed to place awards only if they deserve it, and this group (in my opinion) didn't deserve it. The other group were these two girls from Dover with trained American-Idol-voices, but in spite of that, I actually really enjoyed their song. They sang Eliza Jane, and had some really super good harmonies. It was almost jazzy in a way, and I was happy they won first. The solos were long and boring, because the only people I cared about hearing (excepting Mel, who went near the beginning) were all in the middle to the end. There were some really good ones that surprisingly didn't place, like Monkey's, and Megan Bayliss'. I do know why she didn't place though: she seemed to be nervous, and her voice was shaky because of that. It also made a few of her notes creaky, instead of pure. Her song was really great though. Mel's went really well, I don't remember anything bad about it. I feel bad about Nicole's performance; she missed the interval from the verse to the chorus of Green Sleeves and it threw her off badly. Her presentation was really great, though. Laura's was awesome. She blushed during her introduction, I'm assuming because it was so cheesy, and Mel and I giggled. Brianna's also went good, and I actually heard the English this time. With me, everytime I hear a song in a language I don't understand, I tend to just tune out the words and listen to the melody as if it's an intstrumental. It's just one of those weird things I do. But this time I actually caught the English, which was good. Barbara's was so great, I couldn't stop grinning throughout it! It was about gypsies, and whatnot, and made me dance in my seat. Her voice cracked once, but she recovered well. Unfortunately, during Monkey's I had to pee incredibly badly, so I ran to the bathroom. I heard most of his song from behind the doors, and it was good. Right after I got back, it was mine, and I suppose it went well. I kind of blanked it out, cause I was so nervous. I'm really weird that way; I never get nervous when singing with a choir, I don't get nervous when I'm singing with the girls, I don't get nervous when I'm singing a solo. But if I'm auditioning, or if I'm singing completely all by myself, I get paralytically nervous. I was so nervous about doing a solo, that I didn't even decide to actually attend the Festival until ten-thirty that morning! Besides which, I'd only practiced it that morning, and the day before! But I went up there, and I suppose it went okay. I remember wishing the high notes had been better, but other than that, I didn't really make any mistakes. According to my Mom my phrasing and depth were super good. But she's biased. Sasja's was super awesome!!! She picked the absolute perfect song, and she carried it off incredibly well. I swear she was the only performer there with any kind of stage presence, and hers was the only performance that actually entertained anyone. She was really great. Other performances of note were Crystal Cashmore's and Samantha Dubinski's. Yes Crystal has Marion Smith's 'tude, but I have to admit, hearing a classically trained voice was really nice. And Samantha I've always liked. Her voice is really low, and almost skritchy, but in this really good way. I love listening to her, and I'm actually really surprised she didn't place. So then after our section was done, I called Sean a couple times, then headed back to the theatre to watch a million and one crappy little intermediates and the family groups which were TOTALLY FANTASTIC! Mel and her dad went first and I was so impressed! It was so super good. There were only a couple parts where I felt their harmonies could have been tighter, and their voices didn't blend as well as you'd think, them being family. But that's because they had different ways of pronouncing their vowels. Her dad's vowels were much wider than Mel's. They sang Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies, and it was just great. Niki and Sasja went up then, and again were super super great. For some reason, I can't remember if they sang She's Like the Swallow, or Shandendoa (somebody correct me!), but they were great! Their harmonies were really tight, and their unison was the most fabulous thing I've ever heard! Their blend was incredible! It was like they were one person; I was so impressed. Laura and her dad went up, and didn't do as well as expected. He forgot the words, and she hated the song. You should have seen the look she gave him when she gave him the note! It was like, "You have the note right, cause you don't have the note, I'll never speak to you again for the humiliation." Me and Barbara cuckled (...I meant chuckled but laughed too hard to change it). Then of course there was Jacqueline Jensen and her dad Jack, who are the most irritating people on the planet, for one simple reason. They sang the same annoying song, with the same annoying harmonies that they did last year. And they were arrogant about it, and dropped names ON STAGE. They were all like, "Oh, Jane Aspen asked us if we could whip something up for this" as if they were invited, and not just another entry. I suppose my irritation with them is a bit irrational, but please. If you're going to have some pretention to musical ability, at least learn a different song! If you're going to saturate an event with your person, at least make it interesting! ...bah Anyways, on to the IMPORTANT part of the story; the awards ceremony! All the little kids won, and scampered across the stage, and Barbara thought it was cute, and it was all very nice and boring. The senior groups predictably won their predicted places (ooh, alliteration!) and I hate the group that won second, and I refuse to change my mind. Then came the debacle. For Senior Solo without vocal training, Brianna won third, Mel won second, and Barbara won first. The problem is, Barbara has vocal training! So poor Barbara had to go up their and try to refuse the first place trophy (which must have SUPER-sucked). They gave it to her anyways and said they'd sort it out later, which I personally think was dumb of them. They should have stopped and figured it out. Anyways, for the time being, it was Barbara in first, Mel in second, and Brianna in third. No me. Bummer. Then in vocal training, Gator won third (crazy!), Crystal Cashmore won second (crazy!) and Sasja won first! (CRAZY!!!). Sasja totally deserved first, she was great. I'm still slightly blown away by Crystal, and Laura's placings though. After the ceremony was ever, we all waited for Barbara as she talked with Mr. Roszmann. Finally she came back,a dn she was crying, and I felt horrible for her. She said they were going to get the scoresheets to figure it out. Finally it turned out, that because Barbara got the exact same score as Crystal, and it turned out she was in vocal training, they tied for second! That meant that the winners in non-vocal training all got bumped up a place. That meant that Mel was in First, Brianna won second, and the person with the next highest score won third, which was-- ME! When Doug finally said my name, Cindy (Brianna's Mom) just grabbed my shoulders and started shaking them, and everybody started shrieking! It was a really great feeling! I truly do wish the whole debacle had never happened though. All the stress poor Barb went through, and I have to admit it sucks to not have your name called up in front of everybody. Plus it would have been so much better for Brianna, and especially Mel to have been called for their actual placings! Hearing your name called for first, and having everyone applaud is ten times better than what actually happened. But at least it all got sorted out. So that was my last Folk Song Festival. I'm kind of glad that there will never be another one. In the years I've been in it, I've won each place, and the manner in which I won them really shows me my place in life as far as performing goes. I don't think I'll audition for CCPA this Friday. Anyways, I'm out! hope you like my renewed posting habits! Tuesday, May 10, 2005 catch up post it has been far too long, much has happened. but don't expect much coherency from me, nor interestingness because I am bone-tired. Since Friday, my life has been taken up with finally moving. Mom found a house way down south at the very end of Park Avenue. There are many trees and we have two acres, which is sweet. Also, the best thing of all is that Sean is moving in with us!!! :D No, don't be too scandalized, anybody, we have separate rooms on separate floors, and since he works and I have school we'll never see each other. And his parents (surprisingly) condone! The shitty thing is, my retard sister sucks far too much at life to be able to take care of herself, and is living with us until she can find a house. That's right. In a two-bedroom house. Right now, we're living there wih me, my mom, my gramma (who is here to help us move), our two dogs, plus Sherayna, her four kids, and her dog. Sean isn't moving in until this weekend because Sherayna is taking up his bedroom right now. That means she has to be gone by Saturday. Basically, the only time his family has in the next couple of months to help him move is this weekend. I don't know what will happen if Sherayna is still there, which she will be, for no other reason than to simply piss me off. Today was the first morning we were all in the house together, and I lasted twenty minutes before we got in a fight. And it was about Sherayna trying to tell me what to do with my dog. I have a job interview tonight. The A&W lady never called back, so that pretty much means I didn't get it. So tonight's interview is at McDonald's (please don't make fun of me!). After we finish moving, I have to go out resume-ing again. I also have to update my resume, cause I now have my Foodsafe. Other awesome things about our new house is that it came with a couple of sheds that the landlord said we can do whatever we want to. So I claimed one of the for myself, for my crafts. The problem with mine is that it is set up on this rocky slope, with no path up to it. So I am going to gouge out a part of the hillside and put in stairs. Should be fun! Also, I have my lily garden to put in, plus the dog run has to go up post haste. Me and Sean will probably do that, because Mom and I fight constantly about materials, design, and everything else. So hopefully, while she recoveres from working forty-eight hours straight, Sean and I will quickly fence in the one part of the yard for the dogs. I also have a couple of tables my Mom wanted me to refinish with mosaicing. Those have to go on hold a while though, until I can afford the materials. I have the adhesive, but nothing else. So I have many projects to keep me busy after school ends. If anyone wants to come see the place, let me know, and I'll organize a small cocktail thingy soon, ok? alrighty, I'm out. goodbye! Tuesday, April 26, 2005 CCPA post...plus MORE! CHORDGASM!!!! Actually, there is no music playing so I am having no chordgasms. However that is the only word that comes to mind when thinking about the crazy CCPA field trip of AWESEMITY!!! ok, so yes, Me and Jen had ridiculous amounts of fun the whole day and were like we should hang out more. Which we totally should. On the bus ride home, we were playing charades with Gareth, Julia, and this random guy from Woodlands named Josh Madge. His new name is Dr. Zoidberg. Because we decreed it. He took the news surprisingly well, despite non-theatre-ness... This guy was super good at hip hop dancing! He told us he'd never taken any lessons anywhere ever, and yet, when we looked in on the hip hop warm-up, led by the studly one, he was basically doing the whole dance perfectly after seeing it once! Granted it was easy stuff, but I definitely couldn't have picked it up that fast! So he was super cool. I suppose I should answer some of the questions posed on the last post about this field trip...Jen the fact that Dr. Zoidberg rides a motorcycle is TRES COOL, and would make me want to jump him, except for the fact that my boy ALSO can ride motorcycles, and would if he owned one. Amay, I don't have a job yet, but I have a job interview on Sunday at A+W, which is cool. However, if you feel like tickling your boss until he calls me, that's ok, too!!! And that's all I can say until D block cause I have a class now, but suiffice to say, THERE WILL BE MORE TO READ!!!! I promise you... Thursday, April 21, 2005 supah tired. yep. So I have found the place where I am going to go when I die. Yes, I have found heaven. It is called The Canadian College of the Performing Arts and it is held in a church. That's why it's heaven. Yesterday was the super-incredible-mondo-fantabulouso field trip to CCPA in Victoria. It's right smack in the middle of Oak Bay, just a few blocks down from Oak Bay High School. CARAZAY! I swear the students were--breath-taking. Absolutely awe-inspiring. And the most incredible thing is that this is something I could aspire to! I could be THAT! So we got there, and watched a ballet warm-up, which was crazy. There were quite a few grerat girls, a few meh ones and quite a few studly boys who weren't that fabulous. But it was ok, cause they were in a ballet class. That makes it ALL better! Then we went upstairs to this gigantically wonderful studio that looked like a freaking gym. It was huge. There, we watched a warm-up hiphop class with a very attractive teacher. There will be more about this attractive teacher later in the post...hee hee! They were super great. The guy was practicing this combo, and then once the class had the combo down, he just kind of busted out for a couple seconds, worked more of it out, then taught it to the class. I swear, they were doing it perfectly after five minutes. SUPER CRAZY!!!! And the best thing was, it was SUPER EASY HIP HOP! Like easier than what Welly dance used to do! crazy crazy crazy! Then we had a huge discussion led by Morganna! Yay! I can't remember if it was before that, or after, but we went downstairs to this lounge and watched a movay about the CCPA. Then we went back upstairs and watched more practice, but this was actual practice for their show on the weekend. They were doing a review of a bunch of different shows, one of which was West Side Story. They were doing this fantastic couples dance. Halfway through the director "freezed" them, and they all froze in this position with their arms above their heads and their hands kind of hooked out and downwards. The guys were supposed to have their heads tucked against their right arms, and super-excellent hip hop instructor was in a position right in front of where I was sitting. He was scolding the guys around him to tuck their heads in, and somone was like, "He looks like he's smelling his armpit" and I couldn't control myself, I was like, "He likes it." And he turned around and glanced at me laughing. It was great! Then we had lunch, where I went with Gareth Jen Schaper and Julia from Musica Man and Copa and we wandered the streets of Oak Bay looking for munchies. We found thi8s cute little deli where they ordered bagels, and breakfast croissants, and I made messes with my pita from 711. It was tres fun. Me and Jen had this great time all day long. On both bus rides we were just hanging out the whole time, and making each other laugh hysterically. She was like, "Why don't we hang out more" and I honestly didn't know. It was great. ....the bell just rang, so I'll continue this later. Friday, April 15, 2005 blub This period of time is unhappy. Very unhappy. First, all my good news. My interview with the Theatre Diploma program director is on the 21st during B block. exciting! The other day, I went and applied for a job at nine different places. Today, I might print off a ton more resumes and go job hunting up at Woodgrove, cause I didn't the last time. I pretty much went jobhunting from Country Club south. So there's a whole other end of Nanaimo still to apply at! Carazay. I shall go and harrass the places I've already applied at tomorrow. Anybody got any ideas about how to do that, cause I'm not exactly sure. I'm getting a B in Bio, and I think a C in English. Film and TV isn't even worth talking about. I may be dropping it. I won't lower my GPA because Mr. Sinclair is too lazy to mark things, and leaves the burden of determining student's marks with their group evaluation. Mom's convinced that she should go on the rampage, but frankly, I don't care. I want to be out of that class. Bad news now. It is so fucking difficult to find a house with a nine hundred a month maximum with two dogs. Yesterday, (in the midst of finding out I was getting kicked out of Film adn TV) I pretty much broke down in the counselor's office because we're getting evicted on the 22, Mom is too busy fighting Moni for the damage deposit to spend anytime looking for a house, which puts that burden on me, plus I HAVE to find a job before we move out, because I have to share rent with Mom. Literally, there is no getting around it. A lot of parents say to their teenagers, you have to start paying rent soon, just to get them to move out. But Mom didn't even ask. I actually, literally have no choice. Paying rent is in my near future, or I will be homeless. I am trying to get Sean to come share a place with us, cause he's making some considerable coin at a place he really enjoys working at. I think it's a great idea, but he's gonna have a job convincing his Mom of that. For that matter, MY Mom isn't too impressed with the idea either. There is one place in the paper that has three bedrooms and allows dogs, but it's a grand a month. I dunno how likely it'll be that I can afford five hundred a month just for rent, which is why I am trying to convince Mom to let Sean move in with us. Anyways, I am sick and tired of complaining, so I'm going to go check my email. Or...something. Tuesday, April 12, 2005 I don't know what to do... Ok, I had assumed my grad fees were paid for, right? Sherayna was nice enough in the beginning of the year to write out a check for the full $233. For some fucked up, only-could-happen-to-me reason, the fucking check just decided not to go through. Mrs. Peace wouldn't tell me if it bounced, or what, but apparently it didn't pay for what it said it would pay for. Which mean, I have to come up with $233 before the end of the year. Now, that isn't the end of it. Yesterday, my Mom's truck got broken into, and a bunch of stuff was stolen. Right after that, we were served with a fucking eviction notice from Moni's pathetic little worm of a property manager, who kept trying to insist that he had nothing to do with us, and that he was only doing Moni a favor. Lets just say I expressed my displeasure with him to his face, and with NO doubt of my true feelings. Basically, the jist of it was that despite no communication between Moni and my Mom as to what rental arrangement we would take for the month of April, they just assumed we would pay our rent, and because we didn't cause we didn't know what to do, they are evicting up, PLUS slapping with an unspecified $300 utilities bill, which is BULLSHIT. I shall explain. We have to pay our own hydro, andour bill is run enormously up, because Moni has heavy machinery, AND computers running everyday in OUR basement, which is not only against the terms of our rental agreement (that the basement would be retained for storage purposes), but is also harrassment of us, because our guard dogs go insane at people coming in and out of our house all the time, and they leave things on, that are so incredibly loud that I can hear it in my room, disturbing our sleep, plus they leave the lights and computer running allt he time, which means we are paying for their employees laziness! So basically, we are getting thrown out of our house on the twenty second, and the only rental properties we would have any hope of being able to pay for either will not allow dogs, or have already been rented. And you wanna know why they've already been rented? Because everytime I call that fucking company (Ardent Properties) they either have turned their phone line off, or are using the fax machine. It is just about impossible to get ahold of that fucking company. And God forbid, they should call back any of the millions of messages I left them. So I ask you, how much worse can my fucking life get? I Wish I wish I was still a part of you I wish I didn't say "What?" to every inside joke. I wish I wasn't told I couldn't laugh, cause I wasn't there. I wish I knew what your plans were. I wish I was included in those plans. I wish you hadn't changed. I wish you didn't think the things about me you do. I wish you would acknowledge my right to have other friends, too. I wish you would stop making fun of me. I wish you would stop making excuses, and tell me the truth. I wish you still wanted me around. I wish you supported my goals. I wish you liked me more than people I barely know. I wish it was still the truth to call you my best friend. I wish I knew what you were thinking when you read this. Friday, April 08, 2005 holy crudmuffins, Batman! wow, take a look a these! Brad is insane, and now I want to go to Hawaii more than ANYTHING! Why I Want Prom to Die I am not looking forward to prom. Despite the lovely yellow dress being made for me, despite my mom finally spending some actual money on me (buying my make up, paying for my hair), despite how gorgeous my wonderful boy is going to look. If you read Barbara's blog, she is having a hell of a time with her Barsby friends (or not-so-friends, you might think, if you consider their views) and her prom after party. It's looking like they are going to boycott it simply because Dovers and Wellies will be there. Which I am starting to see a major debacle in, because as you prolly know, Laura McNought is also having a prom after party, which is Dovers only. But the remainder of Collective plus Gareth are all attending Dover prom, which means they'll prolly be invited to Laura's prom. Which means they probably won't attend Barb's. So Barbara won't have her Barsbies, won't have Collective, and I will have seen no one who I really really want to spend prom night with (save Sean, Barbara, and Llowyn) all night. So this is making me worried for Barbara's feelings come prom night, and also feel majorly sorry for myself. I don't want my senior prom to be awful, but that's the way it's looking. Not only all of that, but I feel majorly unprepared; my dress is not even close to finished (the actual satin panels haven't even been cut out yet), Mom can't buy me any make-up until the twentieth, which means a minimum of practicing, I don't even know if she can afford the rest of the cost of my hair ($40; how sad is that?), I don't have a ride, I haven't bought Sean's ticket yet, I have no money for after-party goodies. There is no way I'll find work, AND get paid before prom. I am super fucked. I'm prolly gonna end up carpooling to prom in a minivan just like last year, with no friends to hang out with the whole night. And I'll look like crap because Estetica will probably refuse to do my hair cause Mom won't be able to pay, plus I'll have done my own crappy fucking make up. I am NOT looking forward to this. This was a big self-pity trip. But honestly, I don't know what to do, given that half my friends have no intention of seeing me prom night, plus I am entirely unprepared. Tuesday, April 05, 2005 twould seem I have been on a prolonged absence, twouldn't it? so I have. and I actually have no idea what I'm going to write in this post because in addition to not having a computer, or much access to one, my life is also super boring. I do have opne or two things to say, however. Firstly, my life in a respectably interesting home is coming to an end. We were supposed to be out of the house by April 1st--and it's the fifth. So, we're kind of living in our house illegally right now! lol! but whatever. Mom may have found a place we could rent if the facking service would ever return our calls. Unfortunately, it's a dump. Worse than our old place somehow... Put it this way it's like fivehundred feet square, it has a kitchen, two teeny bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living--space. Not really even a room, except that it is. I just don't consider it big enough to call a room. It's like two feet wider on each wall than Quinn's famed mini-house. How pathetic. Thus comes to an end, the era of the Pinto-parties. On a happier note, I am the smartest person EVER!!!! I missed every class of Bio in the first week back from Spring Break, and all of that was like this major section of the DNA unit, which everybody (except Courtenay) is saying is the hardest ever! So, yesterday, my first day back at Bio, I got all the material I'd missed. And it seriously blew my mind! I copied all the notes from Gator, and I understood NOTHING! It was a bunch of black and blue gibberish on a photocopied page. I was doomed! But then today, I got Courtenay to explain as much as she could before class, and then copied down quite a bit of the review sheet answers first thing. After reading a bunch of that stuff over and over again, I started to get it! So I did all the old quizzes, I'd missed, and had a minimum of trouble with them!!! By the end of the class, I was mostly able to complete the quiz that the rest of the class was doing at the same time with NO trouble!!! How cool is that? There's like three things that I need to read up on to be completely ok with the subject matter. I'm missing the test day because of a choir trip, so Mrs. Rodgers said that I could do the test Thursday after school, with study periods during lunch today and Thursday. By that time, anything I DON';T knwo now will so be understandable by Thursday!!! Awesome! I have nothing else to say. Actually that's a lie. I still have SO MANY errands to do by the end of this week. It totally sucks, cause everything I've had to do so far, I've completed pretty easily, but I still have so much to do. I have to set up an interview with the Theatre Diploma program director at Mal U, which terrifies me, I have to somehow prove to Mal U, that I'm getting at least a C in English by Friday, without having had gotten a single report card. I have my teeth bleaching appointment tonight, which sucks cause I hate trips to the dentist. It's made easier by Andre, who is awesome, and Sean's Mom Bonnie, who is also awesome. But it is stil;l not the most pleasant activity. Ok, I am boring. I am going to go talk to Mr. Johnson, and find out how many theory hours I need. To not continue failing CAPP. buh bye. Friday, March 18, 2005 long email of lifeness Ok, I wrote this email to my ex-sister-in-law, because she was kind of out-of-touch with me, and wanted an update on my life. I thought it was actually a really good summary of the way things have been going lately, so I've decided to post it. Sorry, things get kind of redundant, cause I know all of you know all lot of the things I've talked about in there. Perhaps this just explains it better. I know, I'm really sorry about that. Getting on computer has been really difficult lately, because Sherayna dislikes paying bills (*eyes rolling*), and we no longer have internet. I've really been neglecting my emails, and what I've been concentrating on, when I'm on computer is turning into a huge debacle. And by debacle, I mean Blogger can suck some major ass. Especially when people you don't know post hurtful spiteful things. For the past couple of months, there've been these really awful people posting cruddy comments on everybody's blogs, among my circle of friends. It's created a really stressful tone on everyone's blogs, which I hate, because it's almost like a form of censorship, in my opinion. We no longer feel like we can post about anything anymore, because if we do, we'll be persecuted for it It's really discouraging. And the kicker is, these people are so morally undeveloped that they don't evwen have the balls to leave their own name. It's really pissing me off. Of course, they probably aren't leaving their names, because they know that my boyfriend will, undoubtably kick the ever-living shit out of them. But that's another subject. And for once, I condone. I despise people who are4 so blindly cruel like that. They are so unbelieveably needing to be killed in their sleep, and removed from the gene pool. People of that moral caliber Are what's wrong with this world. So that is one reason why I have been so neglectful of things lately. Another reason is that, graduating is KILLING MY BRAIN!!!!!! I have applied for every single scholarhsip I possibly could, plus I have been goiung crazy catching up on documentation stuff. I am now the proud owner of a brith certificate!!! :D lol! I know, I am a loser, but it seriously took me so long, and so much hassle to get the fucking thing. I swear, DO NOT go through Welfare,if you need to get any documentation of existence at all. It is too important to trust to those jerk-offs. And if you do, insist that they fax it before your very eyes, if only to insure that it gets faxed. Because I am NEVER EVER EVER EVER goin to wait nine months for a document imperative to my living ever again. I swear, it's just easier to not eat for a couple days and pay the twenty bucks and send the application yourself. Because Welfare is USELESS. But I finally did get it,. adn I sent off my application for a SIN card the next day. So within four weeks, it ought to be legal for me to work in Canada, finally! Every single plan I've ever made just seems so much more reachable now, and only for having gotten one document. It's sad how much it encouraged me. Speaking of which, I don't think I've told you about any of my big plans lately! But I think I shall, because although I know you'll have some good constructive criticism for me, I also think you'll support me in this (which I'll admit, almost none of my firends here, do, seriously, go here: http://funwithpinto.blogspot.com/2005/02/charlotte-mantta.html#comments; 71 fucking comments on how all my plans are useless, and I'll be on Wlefare for the rest of my life. this episode was crazy! btw, The True Anonymous, and em-eukal, and Sun-Rape, are the cruel assholes I was telling you about). Ok, my crazy plans are these: Sean and I were talking, and hetold me about this idea, his mom had about what she would think my career should be. And according to Sean's Mom, she thinks me and him should open a Ma and Pa pet store!!! We both love pets of all kinds, and I swear, since her saying thatm, we've spent at least half our time together in a bloody pet store!!! We both are now the proud ownewrs of one dog (Ahrodie), one cat (Charlotte; she's a beautiful long-haired Himalayan) and two lovebirds (VeeVee, and Cocoa). We love them all so much, and we are planning on getting more. We've discussed the idea of the pet store, and one thing that we would both really enjoy doing, pertaining to this business plan, is breed our own dogs, and birds for it. So that spawned the idea of having a breeding farm, but we agreed that we wanted it to be on our own property. We wanted to live with the animals we raised. So we were discussing what kind of house we'd need, and Sean mentioned really liking the house we live in now, but it would need to be modified, and built somewhere out in the country. So, I drew up a set of plans, of our house (the one that you stayed at at Hallowe-en; same one), and incorporated everything we wanted to change about my house (eg, addition of a sunroom, off the living room, bigger basement, nicer master bedroom, and extend the outer walls a few feet, so we had more room), and we've discussed it. I'll probably change a few more things about it, but Sean has the plans, so I can't until I get them back. So, pertaining to everything, we'd need to start this business, we made a list of things we'd need to do. These include getting bredding, and kenneling licenses, a business lisence, and a loan to cover start-up costs. We started thinking about the loan (and quite a few in-depth financial conversations with my mom, the queen of budgeting), decided that we needed much collateral for this loan. Now Sean already owns a car, which is considered collateral by most banks, but the problem is, it's a liquid asset, which means it's hard to sell, plus owning it doesn't make you moeny, it costs you more money that you might earn in selling it. So we decided that we needed lots more collateral. Enter the most exciting moment I've ever had in my entire life, lol! Me and Mom were at the Sally Ann, one day, cause they werehaving a fifty percent off sale. While we were there we saw Andrew, and his new girlfriend (you remember Andrew; used to date Yanci). Well, they were buying a couch, and since we had the truck, they asked if we could run the couch up to his house for them, so we agreed. We got to Andrew's house, adn he gave us this tour. He lives in these townhomes down on ninth street (WAY WAY WAY south, in the southern-most part of Harewood) called the Highland Wood. And his house was really really cool, and townhouses go. You entered on one level, which was this mudroom, with closets, and spaces for freezers and such. Then you went up a few steps, and you were in the living area. There was a living room, dining room, kitchen, powder room, and entrance to a back patio. Then you went up another few steps to a storey above the mudroom. This had a nice spacious hallway nook type thing, and two bedrooms on either side. These bedrooms had fiteen foot ceilings, and one had a balcony. Then you went up another few steps to the storey above the living area, and it was another two bedrooms, with lower ceilings, and a full bath. So it was quite a nice townhome, and I cold see myself living there. So I asked Andrew what he was paying for it, and he said: $800 a month. So that's pretty good, but then--oh man! Then he was like, "guess what? that's MORTGAGE, not rent!!!!" and I was like WHAAATTTT????? You freaking own this place for eight hundred a month!!!!! Jeebas!!! I was so incredibly excited!!! So then I just went nuts, I started figuring a monthly income, with me on minimum wage, and Sean working minimum wage in roofing (which is nine an hour), and even on minimum wage, it is possible!!! For me to go to college, pay off a student loan, and us to be mortgaging this townhouse for eight hundred a month!!! It would take us ten years to pay off the house! I figured a bunch of the contingencies, and such, but the great thing is, the mortgage on this place is the collateral we'd need!!!! So halfway through our mortgage, once we're making good money, NOT just minimum wage, we'd move out, rent it out (which basically pays off the mortgage all by itself, with revenue if we charge more per month than the mortgage is), move into another place, and get our business loan right there!!! We could own our own business, and home by the time we're thirty!!!! Isn't that insane???!!! Well, those are my plans, anyways. We aren't focusing on them right now, but they are lying in stasis, just waiting for some significant income. btw, I forgot. On minimum wage, with NO help from any of our parents or loans, we can make a ten thousand downpayment in one year, each paying four hundred a month to save for it. So that's basically our plans right now. Even if we moved out at the end of my school year,and were both living on minimum wage, we could pay rent, and save up six to eight hundred dollars a month for downpayment. It is so incredibly possible!!!! And I'm loving it!!! Well, back to my actual life (lol!), that is where all the blog stress has been coming into play. Somehow, my incredible plan has just knocked the socks off of everyone I know,l and some people I don't, and motivated them into trying to shoot my dreams right the hell out of the sky. On the link, I gave you, there are sventy one comments on MY lfe plan. How sad is that? And the whole thing has just escalated into people I don't know leaving cruel, and pointless comments, on every single post I wirte. It is very depressing. That is what sucks about lately. i;VE BEEN SUFFERING FROM SOME SERIOUS DEPRESSION, AND EXHAUSTION TO BOOT, JUST FROM EVERYTHING i'VE BEEN DEALING WITH. bOTTLING ALL OF MY FRUSTRATON AT STUPID BLOG WHORES, (OOPS, Caps lock!!! meh, I don't feel like changing it, lol!), plus the stress of graduation, and applying for college, and scholarships, plus prom is com,ing up, adn I'm stressing about paying for all of that, plus I have all this dental work to get done. (Sean's Mom is a dental assistant and she has this huge plan to whiten and fix all my teeth before prom--which is in LESS than two months!!!) And because of all this dental work, I have to go to the doctor's. I am just incredibly overloaded. And of course, there's school. (which BTW, I am doing AWESOME in!) and all of it has resulted in depression, and serious exhaustion. Thank God, Spring Break starts tomorrow! I really need it... Well, I have to go now, I hope that was a good synopsis of my life right now. Feel free to post one of equalling magnitude back, April! I hope you're life is ok, and say hi to Lily and Quinn for me next time you see them. Love you lots, see ya later! Thursday, March 17, 2005 Survey from Laura, Brianna, and Barba's Blogs I AM: sickly and weak I WILL ALWAYS: hate mushrooms I MISS: all my friends I SMELL: not at all. I CRAVE: laughter I WORRY: that I'm going to end up losing touch with all my friends in the next year, even the ones who I trust absolutely. I REGRET: many things I did during May 11 to July 29th of last year, and even some things after that. I LOVE: Sean I DANCE: naked I SING: constantly I CANT STAND: up right now, or I'll fall over and die. I LOST: foosball twice in a row to my wonderful wonderful boyfriend. I LIKE: hugs. puppies. sleeping. I LISTEN: to to Celine Dion, and I don't care who knows it! I CAN BE FOUND: in Bio doing a stupid test. I NEED: to sleep. really really badly. I KNOW THAT: God loves me. I HOPE: that I won't fail at life. I WANT: to get my SIN card. I AM ALWAYS: loud, except when I'm not. I CRY: at school when I am super depressed. Like two days ago. I FELL: in love with a boy. I WILL: get off this computer soon, so I'm not late for Bio. I WONT: get mad as often. I WON'T I WON'T I WON'T! I THINK: that all people should think about hypocrisy more. I SHOULD: go to sleep earlier I COULD: get off my ass and go to Bio. but I won't. I WOULD: keep Charlotte the Cat, if it was possible. I DIDNT: want to hurt anyone, and I'm sorry if I did. I LOOK: like death. today, anyways. I HEAR: white noise that means nothing to me and I wonder if it should. I HURT: constantly I HATE: myself often I FEAR: SPIDERS! I DONT: want to lose Sean, or any of my friends. I FEEL: melancholy I CARE: about trying to be a better person I AM ALWAYS TRYING TO: be better at what I'm good at. I HIDE: my hatred I WRITE: finacial plans, and to-do lists. how boring. I PLAY: with dogs .I LEARN: well. when I try that is. I WILL BE: good. I will be good. I will be good. I SAY: don't worry. Be hapy. But I am a hypocrite so don't listen to me. I DONT THINK: that I'll be on time for Bio. I LOVE TO: be with people and laugh. I ALWAYS: am striving to accomplish something. I HAVE: serious depression and I am sick of it. I BELIEVE: that people suck I AM: lonely I NEVER: will hurt someone consciously if I can help it, and if I do, I will hate myself until I die. I WISH: Sean were here. Tuesday, March 15, 2005 ok, so this is interesting I finally figured it out!!! I thought that when I changed the addy of my blog, it didn't work! But it did! So now I know how to post! Oh happy day! Actually today is a super-mondo-fantabulous day! Yesterday, after school, Mom picked me and Sean up from school, and we went off and did a bunch of errands. I made a doctor's appointment for the thirty-first to look at my heart murmur. Then we went up to Rutherford, and I made a consulation appointment, and prom appointment at Chatter's formerly known as Estetica for hair, which is all well and good. Then all we had time for before everything closed was to get my birth certificate photocopied at a bank, which was good. Then today, during my spare block, Mom picked me up, and we rushed downtown to put in my SIN card application, which is now done. And then we went to the Access Centre to get a BC student loan application! And now it's Eng;lish where Mr. Perrett loves me, which is cool, and in Bio, I found out I got 46 and a half out of fifty on my last test! I am feeling very good about life today, which is really good because yesterday I was so depressed, and you'll get more about that later in English class. Yesterday, I broke down in tears in the middle of every single class. Life sucked yesterday. Anyways, goodbye. Oh, don't forget! You have to get Mr. Perrett to sign your choir field trip forms, and find out what is due for today as far as Act 1 crucible questions go! Plus get Sean to give me prom ticket money, fill out prom guest form, and return it with cash, and prolly other things--OH YEAH! You have two scholarship appies due in by March 31, plus you need to talk to Johnson about theory hours, plus you need to talk to Dean about work experience, plus you need to talk toMr. A about scholarship references. ok, bye. Friday, March 11, 2005 so, Blogger's a peice I wrote a huge post about me and Sean's six month but the World Wide Web ate it with it's gluttonous--shit...the bus is coming, I gtg. let's see if it'll post! bah I think I've had that title before ^^^. meh, whatever. Last night was me and Sean's six month. It was really nice; it began when he came to choir. I sometimes feel bad when he comes to choir because it must be so boring for him. There isn't exactly anything I can do about it though; it's his choice to come or not. I won't mind either decision. After choir was done, I wanted to drop off my pack at home, which was inconvenient. He didn't want to take the bus cause he had his bike with him, so he ended up racing me home on his bike! And you know whta: he won! I was so surprised, I thought I was going to have to wait at City Centre for him, but actually by the time I arrived, he'd already been waiting ten minutes, and was ready to leave, lol! After that we went home. Sean was super thirsty so we both grabbed something to drink (!) and left a little while later. His mom came to pick us up, and she was really enthusiastic about the gift we gave her for her birthday. There's a huge story behind that too, but all I feel like saying about it is, everyone forgot her birthday, and we felt awful, so we ended up walking to my house and I finished up a tray I'd started painting, and we wrote her a card. When she saw it, she said she just loved it! That made me happy. We drove up to the church, and I met the bishop, which was interesting. Then we went to Wendies, and had our six month anniversary dinner (LOL! fancy, hey? nah, it was great; I loved it!). We got into this huge debate about religion and religious morals concerning homosexuality. I was really enjoying the debate, but Sean was getting frustrated and I was sad about that. I don't want to make him angry, and feel bad when I do because of stupid debates. After we decided to just drop it, and we walked over to Brad Neilson's where we'd heard there was a get-together of some sort. We got there, and it turned out to be only Brad, and Alana! Apparently there'd been huge miscommunications, and some offense being passed around that circle, so it wasn't on anymore, but Alana, Sean and I never realized that! So us four ended up hanging out in Brad's kitchen for a while talking about--religion! lol, poor Sean! just got off the topic, and then we started it again! April was on speaker phone, cause we were trying to convince her to come over, and abandon her laundry, but she wouldn't. Then we got into another theological debate of sorts, and April had been completely silent, until all of a sudden we heard this little cough-sound from the phone, and realized that we'd forgotten ALL ABOUT HER!!!! lol! We felt bad; Alana started stroking the phone, and I laughed. Then we went to Rogers to rent a movie we didn't end up watching and just hung out and talked about everything under the sun for the rest of the night. It was great. And Brad and I got into debates every twelve seconds! lol! It was a lot of fun. Sean gave Alana a ride home, cause it turns out she lives really close to both of us, and I ended up getting home at half past midnight. And this ought to show you just how pathetic I am, this morning I woke up burnt because of it! I'm so pathetic! I'm getting old. Anyways, the only other thing to say is that this week is a milestone for me! It's the first entire week of this school year that I've been to every single class! lol! Man, I'm so sad! Ok, I'm done now. Have fun, all. Thursday, March 10, 2005 rebuttal Ok, for all the people convinced I am uncouth, insensitive cretin, allow me to say this: I at no time talked to Strachen about anything other than NOT blocking Blogger because I needed to get on it because of my English assignment. For the privacy of the person who did, and to ensure that you all don't go witch-hunting THEM like you did to me, your friend, I'll just say that they did it to protect their friends out of a sense of loyalty that I sometimes doubt with other friends. Next time make sure of your facts before you judge something you think I did. Also, before you consider me insensitive, consider what exactly it was you all just did to me. In conclusion (lol, Mrs. Rodgers, Brad!), I'll say thanks to Alana. Your unconditional support is appreciated. Wednesday, March 09, 2005 ok, there's no longer an excuse. not for many things. One of them being my no longer posting on my blog. At first I wanted to milk all that controversary as far as humanly possible, but for the sake of the losers, screaming their ignorance oall over the internet, methinks I should just stop. I was also planning on posting a financial breakdown just to prove that it was possible, which would satisfy Gareth, but probably incite more mockery from computer junkies who have nothing better to do with their time. So I have decided, I just don't give a crap anymore about it. I know my plans, I know they'll succeed, and I DON'T CARE what anybody says about it. Today, I am sad. The entire day just seems made for sad. I wish I could just go home and sleep, but life just doesn't work that way, I'm afraid. You know, I have just realized that I have spent way too much of my time thinking about comment controversy of late, and now I have nothing to talk about. That's so sad on my part. bad me. Today, I wrote an English test that actually made me pant in effort! It was BRUTAL. How can a short story unit test on six measly stories be worth a hundred marks? And WTF is cause and effect???!!! I'll tell you what it is: it's the bane of my existence, THAT'S what it is. However, the new unti, The Crucible play is interesting. I enjoy morbid death units, and learning about witchcraft. I even started an English blog for it! How geeky am I, hey? I feel responsible for everyone shutting their blogs down. And because I feel responsible I feel like slapping each and everyone of those Anons who caused this controversy until they fall down and cry. It's borderline censorship! Who the hell thinks they have the right to torment people until they just stop blogging? This is a sad world, and karma is alive and well, and I am thankful for it. k, I'm done with this. Maybe I'll have more to say tomorrow. 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