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Oh journal how I've neglected you, we used to be in love and spend hours together for oh so many times, and now I have ignored you constantly. Will you ever forgive me? Will you ever feel for me? Will you ever have feelings?

Probly not.
I won't worry about it.

A new journal for the new year. ianmacrae, put me on you're friends if you're interested.
That means anyone who is interesting and doesn't mind if i read about you're life.
And if you're reading this, that means you qualify in all of the above categories.

I feel like such a philanthropist...

...I'm actually proud of myself!


Although, it looks like the lady had a difficult time copying names from one box to the other.


Ahhhh... I love fall. I've loved the cloudyness.

I actually woke up this morning for a few minutes at about 9am, and my room was light. I was so confused, and kept looking around to see if there were any lights on. Turns out, yes, it was the sun. Crisis averted, time to go back to sleep for 6 hours.

I've also managed to sublimate my rage towards teh teachers in a productive way, MCGROOVEdance CRAZE (DDR for Gamecube). Yes, its also quite a good workout!

Eurgh. Timing isn't worth my time

Is there anybody in there?
just nod if you can here me
Is there anybody home?




So all the people who have given me exteremely nice comments about how I looked at grad, I am absolutely in love with you.

Andddd this morning I got my N =D. Driving is seriously the best thing since sliced cars. It makes like like a finity times easier.

Not only that, when your car has amazing speakers with even better bass, it makes it a finity plus one times better.

So, lets see how the entire KSS grad class of 2005 and their parents take open displays of homosexuality.

I absolutely love my life.

And how things just always work out so easily and perfectly.




Of course, there are bad thigns too, some huge, some frequent. But hey, great things make up a million times for awful things.

There are some undeniably simple pleasures in life that can just make you me smile big.

Its true.

Most memorable quote of last night...

It was Lindsay and Erin's but Mandy poured it out, in vengeance.

We wanted to prank call someone. Mandy suggested Jeff Ingram on two conditions. One, I don't call him Fingram. Two, that I don't mention her name. Since they had the whole dating thing and she still likes him.

So I think he is used to being prank called, because his sister picked up the phone after I asked for Jeff, and she asked who is calling. The only name that was in my head at the time, I had to say, because I knew it was someone Ingram knew, and someone he might talk to? Besides. I really could not think of any other name. So I say

"Mandy."

Mandy was none to happy, and started pouring. So when I called Lindsay later and retold the story, she laughed at said... "But why is the rum gone!?" Which is the same thing Erin said before after we watched Mandy pour it out.

It actually kind of made it funny.

Ahahaha. Just so much happened last night. I even wrote a big long poem, after I got home from walking Lindsay home. But I guess I closed the window before posting it.

The shot glasses are washed, and the vodka is in the freezer, the house is clean, which won't last for long.

Just like every weekend.

Ohhhhh today was interesting.

I know the school has rules about such things as these, but who really listens to the school anyways?

Ick. Terrible things just keep happening.

We are out of raspberry jam. You don't even understand how much I love raspberry jam. Now I had to use strawberry jam for half of my morning bagel.

I still ate it of course, but my heart wasn't into it.

I. Am. Going. To. DIE Bed.

Want to hear something funny?

Remember when my brother burnt our shop down?

Well everything in it is being replaced. But not exactly replaced since thats where we stored some of our old stuff, or just had some old stuff, like a Super Nintendo.

Well, since the old computer moniter was too old to replace, and they don't really sell Super Nintendos anymore, the computer moniter is getting replaced with a flatscreen one =D Which I will thouroughly enjoy since this one is just too big and ugly.

Also, I'm not really much of a gamer, but the Nintendo is getting replaced with a Gamecube, and all of our old games (like... Chuck Rock... you are a caveman... and can throw rocks at things). Are getting replaced with new Gamecube games.

Not only that, now the horrible atmosphere that that shop used to have because of the overweight nerdy teenage boy that used to smoke hash with his creepy friends is completely gone because its all nice and cleaned up! ANd since he always made such a mess in it before, its being considered that he's not getting it back as "his shop" which would make me very happy, because he couldn't uglify it again.

Anyways. My recommendation to everyone, make sure you have insurance, and a stupid younger brother with access to power tools and a dirtbike with a full tank of gas.

Want to hear the funny thing?
The dirtbike was the only thing that wasn't insured.


PS.

I just remembered something while I was reading someone's Xanga that mentioned Math a story from a distant Math class. I think I absolutely must type it out, just to show how very much I love Mrs. Cowen and her horribleness. I think without her, I would kill myself before each and every math class.

So it was this big long equation that she was doing, and since she frequently omits details, and doesn't really tell people what she's doing she manages to lose people quite frequently, thinking everyone can just go through the formulas, quickly and just soak it up and remember it (Which works perfectly for me, there is nothing I hate more than a teacher that drags things out). So this time, she is doing and equation, and someone asks, "Where did you get that four from?" The lovely and talented Mrs. Cowen, in her infite wisdom states quite calmly "Two plus two equals four." Of course she didn't think to explain which part of the equation it came from, just what was going on her own mind. I laughed so hard. I was nearly killing myself laughing, because it just sounded so funny. Especially since we are in Grade 11 math, and the answer to someones question is "Two plus two equals four."

I think it made taking math this year complete. And Mrs. Cowen just keeps spewing more of those out every day.

(By the way in case you noticed my "two plus two equals four" and it didn't look mathmatical at all, its my deepest secret for understanding subjects like math and chemisty. I put as few numbers in as possible, especially when I'm taking notes. Numbers are stupid, and words make sense. So, if I convert numbers into words, it gets rid of all of those stupid technicalities that math and sciences contain and make them more abstract and understandable =D

So, I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth etc before I go to bed, I take my hat off, that I have had on since I left the beach about six hours ago, and as soon as I take it off, a spider promptly falls into the sink.

We arent talking one of those little ones either. It was one of those huge ones with the hairy legs.

I'm ever so glad I'm not scared of spiders. I mean, I did experience I sharp intake of breath, but it was quite surprising. But I'm sure some people would have been screaming their heads off. And I think I took it pretty well!

Of course, if a clown or a jellyfish fell out of my hat I wouldn't have taken it so well. But that would be alot more unlikely! =D

Today feels like its been about three days for some reason.

So I wake up this morning and get all my costume ready. I liked it, I thought it was very good, especially since it was almost like an extention of something I might wear any other day, just taken to an extreme. I actually got alot of compliments on how good I looked. I enjoyed it =D

At first I had decided that I was in no way taking part in the United Nations, I mean hey, if we get a day off to sit in the gym, I'm not doing any work. But then, I see lovely old young Miss Mrs. Scarcella Clarke walking around with her marking clipboard. Then I realized that she was giving us participation and costume marks. And although I had nothing to worry about for my costume, I did not want to lose those participation marks.

So, during all the speaches for the first issue, I decide to write a speach for the second. Now, when you get up in front of everyone in your grade, you have to make sure you don't say anything stupid or embarassing. And since, I really don't like to show personal feelings or emotions to the general public, I decide there is a perfect way around anyone getting the message of what I was saying (even if I was in character).

I write an entire speach in Spanish. Now, I wouldn't want to make it seem like I was just trying to show people that I was overly intelligent, or overly into it, so now I must make it funny.

So, since alot of people just made up foreign words and then had other people "translate" them, I decided thats what Erin and I should do.

So I launch of into this bug long speach into Spanish, usually all of my speedy talking abilities that I have, so it sounds like one of those Mexican soccer football announcers. It was about a paragraph, but really didn't take very long, and at the very end Erin translates,

"we disagree"

But the thing was, it was all Spanish, all real words all very nicely put together, although I did have to do a South American accent (because of the whole Uruguayness) instead of a Castillian one, which is unfortunate because I like the way the Castillian one sounds alot more.

So afterwards at my locker, Clarkscella tell me how great and funny she thought me speach was, with a big smile. Which I was extremely pleased about.

Then, I went to the beach to work on my nearly non existant tan and catch up on some of the latest gossip. I got some good stuff. Although, my tan still needs aloooot of work, but if I work hard, I should have one by September. Of course during the winter I always saw (and do) hate tans. But comon its the winter, winter skin should be paler to match winter style. And generally this is a relatively pale summer too, which makes me happy, but I am still behind, and I won't lower myself to lying in a cancer tanning bed.

I know suntanning is bad too, but I don't plan to overdo it, just get moderatly darker.

Then, I went to McDonalds to get some unhealthy tasty food, and to visit, since my Nicholas boycott ended last night!

Then home, and now, I should do my Math homework. Icky.

So I have come to a conclusion about the pressing United Nations costume dilemma.

My group wanted something authentic.

I wanted something hinting of my country, but something that looked at least moderatly good.

I wanted militant socialist soldier.

They wanted goucho (basically a badly dressed cowboy with a poncho).

We went back and forth, and I kind of disagreed with what they wanted. They are girls, they get to look pretty in their bright skirts and flamboyant clothes. And hey, I don't want anything flamboyant, but I would love something that looked good. Or at least made people look.

So, how do you make an outfit that looks good/interesting/creative out of a militant socialist cowboy. Well, I'll tell you.

Lets start from the ground up.

Bulky Combat Boots.
Grey/black camo pants.
Chaps.
Black Dress Shirt (just a backup, in cause my militaryish looking jacket doesnt show up)
Necklace that many people have commented looks alot like dogtags.
My Fidel hat.

The best part is, I don't need to buy one article of clothing. Of course I would have loved to if I had more time, but hey, I'm rather proud of myself for it being a last minute solution.

Well, recently everyone seems to be stressed and/or depressed about something or another.

Its like something is in the air. Or possibly water. Maybe an overstressed Dasini employee fell in the tank and got ground up into the water. Of course there would have been a massive cover up, and this would probably have been years ago, and because of the secrecy of the Coca-Cola company, this water is only now getting to us. Therefore, we are drinking, literally stress in a bottle, and completely unaware of the fact.

Although, it could be something far more serious. Like Sam

My solution, is just avoid the stressors! Like... Dasina water. And Sam.

Of course, it may not be the best decision. But hey, if I was known for making the best decisions, actually I don't know what would happen, because I tend to not always make the best descisions. But, my plan is complete and absolute avoidance while I wait for something amazing to eliminate all thoughts of stress.

But until then, I'll just stick to my healthy repression, and overly optimistic perspective, everything is just so much more enjoyable.

Besides, I still can put subliminal messages into a seeminly innocent and inane entry.

=D

Beach tomorrow last block with Erin?

Derfinatly.

Besides. I absolutely must have darker skin for the UN project.

So really, I would be irresponsible not to go.

Busses are not my friend.

This entry is dedicated to my very very favourite Ryan.

Now that I have your phone number right, we definatly must hang out sometime soon.

Because I am deeply in love with you your music!

Seriously. Not joking.



You have to send me more music =D


I could listen to this song about ten hundred times. Except that I have to get through all the other music you sent me!