Haha....

I love philosophical "Make you question life and all aspects of it" manga. Always fun and intriguing.

So I'm semi-sick (sore throat, plugged nose---wait, blocked now, 3hr fever). So today wasn't particularily enjoyable.

Mr Poirier also announced that we will only have to hand in Part A of our Reports Tuesday. Don't know...I'll have to speed-read through the break and I'm busy.

Tomorrow- Anime-thon thingy with Amy. Yay.

Friday morning- help at Teacher's Convention.

Saturday I was hoping to spend with Vanccie since, we like never spend time together (Though, I have taken some of my double spares and run downtown like mad to her school during her lunch hour and hung out with her). Anyway, heartfelt friend-friend stuff ensues. You have been warned.

You're still reading?! This is long. Filled with memories stuff and friendship sappy stuff. D=



So me and Vanccie have been best friends since...forever---9 or 10 years this September. Yes. 10 long years. She's about 2 yrs younger than me and we're still hanging out like wow. We haven't been going to the same schools or anything for ...5 years I think. It's funny since the only time we ever talk is on msn or on the phone....daily *cough* (What?! 2hrs a day? You've never heard of that? SHAME.) we only ever see each other....*thinks*...uh--

Er--

Hmm....

Once....every 3-5 months?


I know. Long. But hey, recently, that number has gone down to 2-3 months. That's a good thing (The only time we hung out was at her birthday parties in October and at Otafest and the one or two random weekends where we weren't overloaded with homework) though, when University comes, it'll be hard I think. I'm dead, dead, dead set on going back home to Montreal even though I know I will never see Jordan, Bistra, Tanzeo, Pierre, Louis (the guy who got me into Star Trek when we were kids) or Zoe or run into them and expect them to remember me from 10 yrs ago. It's sad too since we were tight (though not intelligent enough to trade phone numbers. The true failiure of my life so far). I just feel happier there. I mean, Ste Cat's, smoked meat, REAL Montreal-style bagels (the ones here make me cry), the insane amount of festivals, the transit, the metro, my old apartment (I still remember where! 4685 Rue Clanranald. and I have our old phone number too. *fails*), super-clingy relatives . I know that when I'm back there, I'll feel relieved. Kinda've been angry that we got transferred all the way out here. (Some friends in Montreal have gone far enough to say that had we stayed in Montreal, my mom would still be alive)

So, let's get it straight, Montreal = HOME to me.

End, off-topicness,

Anyway, I know that Vanccie'll be sad once I leave and that the time we spend acting like total dorks and geeking will be limited this year. Eh, we've got Otafest to er-- "party hard" I suppose? And we can totally sacrifice our report cards and hang out during exams. Haha...maybe not a good plan. For sure, I'll run up a pretty big bill on phone calls. GUess it'll be Msn-restricted in terms of communication....

Since we got each other in Japanese cartoons as kids, we kinda vowed that we'd go to Japan someday. It's still in the planning stages. :)

Back to Montreal, a fact,

Apparently there was always the option of going back to Montreal after what happened 4-5 yrs ago but apparently I had to finish school here before doing so. (Well, transition from Gr 8 to Sec II or III would've been awkward but easier than say Gr 10 to Sec IV, second last year before CEGEP. Actually, my friend did that. He was all "WTF" for a bit.)

I'll frankly admit, I've had a harder time here than anywhere. Things pretty much were bad from the get-go when we moved here. Not financially mind you, but I suppose psychologically (I was grump for the first year here.). I had no friends, some of my mom's close friends quit and my dad was just as friendless as me (I mean, dude, there are NO Ethiopians here.). Soon I was going "Where's all the other people" and "Why is everything so brown" a couple days later. It wasn't fun.

Actually, another fun story. It happened a few days before we were moving.


I was being a sulky 8 and a half yr old sitting on our window sill looking at the balconies of the apartment beside ours (they weren't that far apart. I used to talk about stuff with the old couple in one of them) and I saw a kid staring at me from the other apartment window. Like any other 8 and a half yr old, we hid and pulled a sneaky move and snuck back into each other's view. Then I remember running off and then running back out onto the balcony as he followed suit. So we had our water guns (I loved water guns. Wanted a Super Soaker but never got one. Boo.) and we spoke in French and asked who we were.

"Who are you?"

"My name's Andrew, you?"

We had a mini water fight for a bit and we met a bunch of times at our balconies and asked "Comment t'était ta journée?" and all that. Then one day, he told me this;

"Maman told me that we're moving to a place called Europe"

I think I remember being shocked at that. Mainly because, I thought I was the only kid on the planet moving from the place they called home. I think I remember telling him that I was moving to Calgary but I told him I knew where Europe was (kid me= geography geek.) and he told me he was moving to a place that spoke French and I don't remember confirming where.

What I remember from our mini 2-3 day encounter, was that we traded items---our toy water guns.

So how do you suppose two 8 and a half yr olds have enough power to through little water guns across a 7ft-10ft gap? I don't know either. But, being a scardey cat I refused until he threw his and I caught it (proof of my goalie prowess perhaps?). I was tentative at first but with all my might, I threw my tiny little water pistol to his end and it landed safely. (I think the initial idea was to try out each other's water guns. But in the end, we decided to keep each other's water guns) We had a water fight, a neighbor below got mad at us. lol (my earlier troublemaking.) and we had fun.

I think the last I saw Andrew was when we planned to meet again before we left. When he had said that, his mom came out and ushered him inside and they waved bye to me.

I never saw him after that.


The next day, was our moving day. Terrible day, EXCEPT, when we got to the hotel downtown, the day after I was in the elevator with my dad when lo and behold, my "cousin" from New York appeared with her mum who promptly hugged me and me and my cousin went "OMG U!!" ala 8 and a half yr old style. My mom was pretty happy (and I think it was purely coincidential that they checked into the same hotel with us). We got to hang out and everything in downtown Montréal. It was a fun, yet bittersweet and a bunch of other things.

Nope. Haven't seen my cousin since then either. Her mom calls but I've lost their number (and I need to thank them for the christmas gift.).

Yay deep insight posts...er---relavatory.

Yeah, this post was supposed to talk about friends. I think. I guess? I don't know. I've got a complicated mind and this post was long.

I promise, no more SUPERMEGA lengthy posts like this EVER.