Something I've learnt about myself during spring break...

So we go back to school in less than a few days and something I've noticed about my self,

I can never manage my time seriously to accomplish an assignment. Might need my aunt to Fed Ex those booklets she made while she worked at UofO about time management @ University (She did workshops and suchnot for students.). I've spent most days going to bed really late, sleeping in, staring out the window wishing I could go out and ignoring my homework. Unrelated to school, I've sent a letter to a family friend, sent my CT pass rebate form (I get the cheques. Yay) and sent in the request to enroll in Immersion for the UofO. Those are pretty significant.

I suppose due to this procrastination of sorts, I have kind of jeopordized my applications for a few scholarships at the UofO. Well, I would've loved to have submitted an essay of sorts on why and on how important Bilingualism is but er-- due to aforementioned stupidity I can't. (Unless "being admitted in 2nd yr" means when these scholarships roll around next year I can apply in my 2nd yr? *shrugs* Or if I do end up going to Ottawa, I can apply for one of them later in my first year? Some of the awards made it sound as if you could apply for them later in your 1st year. I'll call up my aunt and ask about that.)

I'll browse about studentawards.com. I'm feeling a bit defeated but eh, it's not the end of the world, yet. I should be fine. lol :D (What? Should I be walking around feeling emo? I don't wanna. I'm not in an emo mood right now) If I feel really up to a challenge I'll enter that art scholarship contest at the Art Institute.

For some odd reason, I'm craving spring rolls. I like spring rolls. You know, there's a restaurant in Le Faubourg on Ste. Cat's in Montréal that serves really good spring rolls--- Ahem. (Le Faubourg rough equavalent now to Mac Hall as there are Concordia classrooms and galleries on the upper floors. It is, however, a really nice marketplace to shop at. There's a music shop, comic book store, clothing stores, a used bookstore, a 'cafeteria' market with juice in bottles shaped like bears, random kiosks, an indoor and outdoor food court with a nice view.(there USED to be a cineplex odeon but it closed) There's this boulangerie near the fruit/produce shop that has the most AMAZING bagels on earth and they have mini bagels and----- You know, without self-restraint like this I could go on forever about how cool bagels--montreal-style--are. I'm special like that, I know)

And my dad wants me to install our new ADSL modem and such he got from Telus. Bye bye Shaw. However, I'm a bit confused on the installation of the phone cable as we got like an adapter and I'm assuming I can use the two way adapter to connect the ADSL phone cable and our phone cable in this room.....

About grad,

Haven't gone looking for a dress since the last venture two/three weeks back. I did, however get kind offers from my guidance counsellor's daughter (Steph. She's so nice!) that if there's a big problem she'd give me her old dress and I got an offer from Mme Ouellet to come grad shopping with me (and my mom's friend). Haha. Grad shopping's tough for me, but eh,

I don't know if I want any relatives or family at the banquet now. Hm. (Note: I have to pay for their tickets. i'm a bit poor at the moment =X) And plus the more I think about grad, the more it brings down my mood. I kind of know why and I kind of don't. *scratches head* All that pops into my head after that is going to Montréal. I don't know why, but for the last few months, I've been wanting to go to Montréal and er---do some 'journeying'? I dunno. Last I went by Mount-Royal I wanted to avoid the site at all costs. Now, I want to go and sit down and talk...even though the person I want to talk to won't physically be present nor really respond. Hm.

I have no idea why. Perhaps I've gone mental?

Random: I think this little grey hair is permanent...I found it again as it had been buried and noticed it grew like 4 inches longer. I'm getting oooold :'(


Time to tackle my disaster-zone bedroom (It gets to that stage so easily because my room is tiny) *cracks knuckles* Or yoink my dad's library card to go get a book for social.

So I just sent off two letters in the post today, one a thank you letter and the other a "Yes, I want to enroll in the UofO's French Immersion Programme in the hopes that I can recompansate for the last 9 yrs of having learnt NOTHING and that I can save what's left of my francophonie" letter. My aunt says it's a good programme and suggests to bribe/recruit you all tell you all that you should sign up since a) Hey, you can finally learn more French past a Quebec Sec II level and b) it won't affect your average c) they have cookies?.

Ah I love my aunt. (and her baking ♥) :)

Now I should clunker down and write up why Bilingualism rocks/why it's important and another on why I have chosen to pursue learning French for scholarships. *nods*

I have come to the brilliant conclusion that I fail at writing letters. Especially thank yous. (This isn't a "Thanks for a present!" letter but a "Thanks for taking care of blablabla in Jamaica") This letter was pretty short and looks funny....although, this is giving me incentive to write letters more. But to whom?

BTW, I'm so French...

That I write monetary figures French-style ie. like this: 9,00$ as opposed to $9.00. Mind, that's not as bad as my adresse/adress/address mixups nor Danemark vs Denmark.

In other news, I get to finally fill out my T4s(?) sometime this week for my 400$.

My brother in LA; best brother ever

Of the only two I know out of...4 brothers? (and 3 sisters?) *nods* He called Saturday and we talked, poor guy had just gotten up (at 3pm!) and we had a good chat. I have to pity him though, he works at nights and he has to work all week this week (Mind, my brother in Vancouver has to do that AND travel). So we had this half-awake chat about what's been going on and such and he said he'd be coming up in July to visit again (yay!) and that he would also come in May for grad---that is, if I still feel up to going. Have been having doubts lately. Speaking of which, I should get in touch with my other half-brother in Vancouver and his wife and tell them the dates so they can plan ahead. Even if I don't go, it'd be insanely fun to go out for lunch with all three of them one day. Haven't seen Dereje (one from LA) in about three years.

Oh and I feel like ranting about people's after-grad drinking plans but I won't mainly because it's completely stupid for me to rant about such a thing and it'll just be irrelavant as it'll likely fall on deaf ears. Oh and MAINLY because it'll make me sound like I'm an overprotective, strange, scared person. Yep. Don't mind me, I've just been completely turned off from the wholedrinking alcohol thing. (that and red wine...it tastes like Benadryl Elixr that I had to have every single year during allergy season) Funny thing, and I said this in my report on Unconcious Civilization, you get persecuted for not following the majority and you're sometimes pressured to follow said majority of society. I tell people "I've been 18 for x-months, I haven't really touched any alcohol..." and it's like "WTF are you mental?". *shrugs* I'll stick to my ginger ale and ginger beer (which isn't really alcoholic because it's basically Jamaican ginger ale but really gingery). I don't think I need to go drinking to make me feel 18, I never really grew up with--or rather lost-- the whole "I can't wait to be 18 so I can drive, drink and be independant" mentality.

I think my learners' expires next year even. And no, I've never really taken advantage of the fact that I'm an oooooold person who's already going grey. Mind, with all the things I have to handle, it's really no surprise.

Ah, whoops, I'll stop there. That was a rant in the making...

I woke up feeling a bit, and unusually, worried (for my dad, whoelse?) so that's probably it. I did go to bed a bit late too. (because my dad decided to turn up the volume on the TV really, really, really loud at 12am for reasons unknown) Yay 12hrs of sleep!

Because I am special, I shall quote something I heard at provs:

"Canada does not have a Constitution ladies and gentlemen!"

And echoes of a horribly botched pronounciation of "Québec" danced in my head. Oh dear.

In other strange news, I had a wierd dream a while back that I still remember where a grenade was about to go off and the pin kept falling out and someone kept putting it back in out of panic and it would fall out and someone (me?) would put it back in out of panic. And the grenade made a wierd ticking noise when the pin waas pulled. Is that what usually happens with grenades?

Ah wierd dreams... I shall attempt to interpret it later.

Hey! After 4months, I've figured out the whole my-portion-of-payment-for-bills-and-the-house thing works now!

I feel as if I have accomplished a great feat. :D

Ah Infoman and it's mad antics...

Haha...There's a movie being made called Recyclage and it gueststars Premier Jean Charest and his wife in a random scene in a restaurant where they dance with this family, Pierre Bou--kekchose...as a random guy who halts said family as they're looking for a boss and Gilles Duceppe as a random drugstore/supermarket guy dressed in a white coat looking to help you with your shopping needs.

Oh and Jean-René Dufort, host of Infoman's in it too as a waiter. :D

And Chantal Lamarre suggests that the workers at CBC discuss how their stomaches are feeling via the Pepto Bismol song. *nods*

Ah Infoman....such a special show.

Wheee happy!

Except, having your ears randomly start plugging up (as they are still plugged up now) completely is not but hey, that pales in comparison as to how happy today was.

1st, missed the two busses that would've gotten me to Western to see Vanccie on time but I got there...with 10mins left in her lunch hour. Got jokingly smacked in the head, stared in awe at how amazingly HUGE Western's Art Room (one of them...there's two---and they're bloody huge). I could feel creativity from everywhere in the room. Did you know there's a good-quality printer in their art room? And omg, they had canvasses.

Canvases.

The last I saw one in a school art room was....when I was 10 taking ceramics at ACAD. And the canvases at Western weren't small...No. They were HUGE. Biggest canvases I have ever seen since ACAD.

Anyway, joined a small discussion as to if one of her classmates' shirts was really green. (It was turquoise...but, still kinda green) and got to meet some of her buddies which makes me happy because a worry for me was that she'd be lonely. Yes, I worry for my friends. :)

Anyway, I got to see my best friend and my inner artist was doing insane gymnastics after seeing the art room. (And their jazz band isn't too bad..but the Band Programme uses a room they share with Choir like us, but it's called the "Choir Room".)

Western is insanely busy. Like busy-you-could-get-lost-very-easily busy.

Went to the bank, deposited a cheque, discovered I couldn't withdraw from my savings which begs the question if I can pay my mortgage. I should be able to...dunno. Ah confusion. Then trekked to Winners and my inner soccerphile was doing insane gymnastics as I found official World Cup fan jerseys for Brazil and France. Naturally, I went with France as I like France's soccer team. (and the Brazil ones were only availible in Large.).

I wonder if I'll strike it lucky and find jerseys or the training jersey I saw =O.

Then went to Branton thinking "Rats, they have a shortened day" but it turned out they didn't so I got to hang out with Mme Ouellet in the Photocopy room and talk about fun stuff (one of the photocopiers jammed when Mr. Abbott used it but didn't with us...however, when we left it jammed) and then trekked about and said hello to some of the kids I know in Gr 7 while they played cards and talked somemore with Mme Ouellet. Fun convo. :D

And Mike's referring me to Pandora.com has me discovering a bunch of new artists and groups. Everyone should go and have a looksee :D

Oooh Infoman in a bit

I feel as if I've accomplished something...

I sent in all....5 enveloppes with my transcripts and letters finally. Hurrah.

I shall now sit and wait patiently for any word...which will take a while.

In other news, I'm going to be special and visit Branton tomorrow after I go to Western..That is, if I decide to go around there at their lunch or afterschool time. *shrugs* I like to visit and I'm curious to know how Mme Cox has been. I haven't been as 'in the know' as I'd like mainly due to personal fears. But hey, that's just me.

BTW, Gr 5s at Banff Trail know about how there's a group of druggies/smokers who hang out at that corner everyday...one asked me if our school was a druggie school. (However, after much explanining, said Gr 5 was convinced that our school was not a druggie school)

And the UofC's message that I have a "deficiency in Pure Math 30" makes it sound like being in Applied is a disease of sorts. Or something to that effect...I don't know, I've always viewed the term "deficiency" as a medical one rather than academic.

Well...

I had another confidence boost in Math with an 11/11 on the project (and with a 8/9 on the quiz it means that if i do fantastically bad in tomorrow's unit test mr mcknight will change whatever i get to an 89% because mr mcknight says that if between the quiz mark and unit test if one is greater than the other ---ie 80% on quiz vs 50% on unit test-- he will replace the lowest mark of the two with the greater mark so ie, the unit test mark will be 80%. It's really handy)

Matrices are incredibly easy and so far Unit 4's Vectors are incredibly easy as well. *tends to do better with visual maths than...scientific-y complicated maths*

Oh and I forgot to bring in my CD withs pics from provs. There were a good bunch that turned out blurry...most of the awards pics turned out blurry. Boo. I shall bring them in tomorrow.

If anyone wants me to send them some pics, IM me on msn :D.

And Montréal is a no. My brother's mom has offered us (er--me...my dad doesn't like his ex-wife that much and from my brother's ---Simon (his middle name as he's got...two other names...one my dad gave him and one his mom gave him and since both are uncommon, he just goes by Simon.)--- and my standpoint, they argue over really dumb stuff. ) a place to stay in Delta so I don't mind. *shrugs*

Is it ok to have cereal (albeit really tasty cereal) for snack?

I get to send transcripts tomorrow, hurrah!

*cues nuclear explosion*

Until I can find a picture, a sound effect/description will have to do.

*whistles*
KABOOOM.


Unlike most parents, my dad doesn't bother to give suggestions or ask on how I will improve my marks. The usual jazz is a barrage of er-- insults, occasional comparison to siblings, threats about how he will visit the principal (mind he's been doing this for a few years and it used to get to the point where i'd be paranoid for a day and be asking random staff if he had come) and other fun "morale boosting" things.

btw, thank god for interruption by phonecall from random ethiopian person.

Mind, the lack of motivation to doing well has been lacking. Hm. I've gotten a confidence boost from my recent Math quiz and Matrices is proving to be quite easy :D.
...time for homework.

I would think Elebert would give Report Cards two thumbs down

EDIT On my way home today, I saw police cars, yellow tape and what looked like a CSI van outside the Madison Cafe in Brentwood. They've been there since this morning.

Anyone know what's up? (That's like, my favorite resto in Calgary! Don't tell me there's a murder there or something.)

EDIT

CTV NEWS Article here.

Not much info but christ, that's not good. That's not good at all.

Dad's in a bad mood that I didn't say "Good bye" to him this morning so that doesn't help with the whole 'give parent report card and quickly hide self in bomb shelter' thing. Perhaps later this evening...which isn't good either because that begs the question of why I didn't give it to him earlier. Quelle dilemme.

Le report card:

English: 50%. So somehow, someway, somepossible (that's a new word.), after handing in a writer's workshop and a conference piece that i doubt was looked at, my mark did not budge. Alrighty.

Social: 66%.

Math (Applied): 59%. Sats and Probability are insanely hard units. However, since the end of Probability, Mr McKnight has encouraged we use cheat sheets on quizzes and unit tests and that helped me muchly when I did my Matrices quiz this morning and got 8/9. Yay for that.

Perhaps next time I should strive for an average higher than 58.3%. Brr. (says that the average for this year so far is 74.5% which makes no sense because I keep getting 72.3% on my calculator)

In even worse news, my transcripts i printed out Friday have ALL my marks so far. Whee. That was not my original plan. Well, I still have to print out the adress for my extenuating circumstances enveloppe (thanks to benson, who repaired the diskette with the letter. I nearly died.), buy stamps, white out the return adress on the letters because i put mine instead of where Mrs. Mura would stamp it and send them tomorrow morning.

In other news, I'm thinking of dropping Chem 30. Should be starting Unit 2, finish Unit 1 and do the Unit test by this week...or something. Well, I won't loose any money as I didn't have to pay. Going to double check if I really need it anywhere for University.

Although, I will do as much of the Lab and the written part of the quiz as possible and submit them Wednesday.

Oh and my average is a beautiful 8,1% in Chem 30. Hm.

Mike, I think you gave me your cold =(

hobbling around all sleepy-like can be...fun

So headache somewhat dissapated. (I feel a throbbing pain on the right side of my head now...this thing like to migrate lots) I think it's more a combo of eye strain meaning new glasses for me--yay, edmonton's elevation and...lack of food? I dunno. Either way it's not as painful as it was in Edmonton so that's good.

Woke up at 11:30, did the whole walk-in-to-various-walls thing, (More last-minute dodging than actual walking smack into a wall) Finished Mi-5 season 1 and it ends with a scary cliffhanger. BTW, there's an interview on one of the discs with Hugh Laurie and his role as MI-6 head Jooles Siviter...something I shall investigate further and lend MI-5 to Sean tomorrow as it turns out he's seen one episode.

So, seeing Edmonton for the first time in years was interesting. It wasn't exciting, however the debates were. Holy crap. Me and Mike took care of video and photo duties (some of the pics of Kees and Sean make them look very politician-like *nods*). 40-something photos is alot peoples.

DAY 1
We get to Edmonton, no headache. We watched "I ♥ Huckabees" which had me raise an eyebrow or two. It was...interesting. (Save for the display of colourful language from the movie in front of the Jrs who were all I hear in gr 7-ish) Filmed Jason's and Ryland's round which was wtf'd (which we later found out they lost...when they pretty much pwned the other team.....), got back to the hotel, was in the hall going to our room when I ran into a longtime friend Anika! Who was part of the contingent of soccer clubs/players in Edmonton for a tourny (Not Cities). Had a rather interesting convo with Ian, Anika, Erica and Georgeanne.mainly about soccer and how evil the Eastside SC is. (which it seems no matter which division or Tier or age group anyone faces, they're all vicious and evil.)

Oh yeah, party in our room. Lots of discussion. *nods*

DAY 2
Oooh! Blizzard. We were all doubting we'd return. Headache began after breakfast i think...No wait, I had kiddie's chewable tylenol (because I can't swallow pills without my tongue gaining a life of it's own and gagging me.) thought it would subside, didn't. I filmed Erica and Georgeanne's debate (it's shaky. No tripod :( ), watched Jess and Courtney and headache basically got from bad to worse so during lunch I was half-blind and sightly grumpy but I ate lunch, had two cookies, some milk and when Quarters were announced I plopped myself down onto a gym bench and slept until I was awoken by Miranda, Mike and Cong, briefed on what happend and lugged my headachy self to the semis after another kiddie's tylenol.

Then we watched Kees and Sean's debate against a team I watched in bilinguals as they won and we all filled into Courtney and Jess' room to hear the results and some of us migrated to watch Sean and Kees vs Jess and Courtney's final and some watched Kelci's and Caitlin's final in bilinguals.

Head still hurts. It would get 1000x more painful during awards but that's ok. I think. Sure!

Won a bunch of awards, congrats to everyone too. :)

We went for supper at Burger King but everyone migrated to A&W and we all had supper and then we went home while we watched 'Lord of War'. Er---I kinda watched the Blurry Edition (tm) of 'Lord of War'. Hahah...still had the evil headache but my ears began to slowly stop popping as we got near Red Deer/Airdrie-ish. It was a good busride back and an overall good trip.

In other news, I sent my final application to the UofC after much putting it off and suchnot. Now tomorrow I have to go and mail transcripts. Yay.

I think this headache could've been caused by a number of things. Ah well, more kiddie's tylenol.

Dad has given the Montreal -for-spring-break thing a maybe......even though it's going to be a last-minute planning thing more than anything. Hm.

I guess I could always go and visit my brother and his wife in Vancover (actually, I should clarify they live in Langley but they lived in Vancouver for quite a while)...but it totally depends if they're really busy which either of them could be. Hanging out with his wife can be fun too. I love hanging out with her.

Eh. I shall now wait for dad to return, neglect my math (though I have a quiz tomorrow morning) and put a cloth on my head for the headache.

am feeling less emo-overwhelmed-sleepy. well, i'm feeling a bit tired.

save for the fact i have a slight headache at the moment. Boo.

Went to the university during spare with steve to go to the comic book store where we both bought manga. I got the second volume of this insanely cute series called Yotsuba. The volume pretty much had me laughing.

Another manga I got was #5 of Trigun Maximum....and there's a random doctor who looks as if he's really Patrick Stewart but in a labcoat. I'm not kidding. (I wouldn't be surprised if the author said he based him off of Stewart...he's been to the US before.)

Rats. I missed Infoman tonight. I'm not used to it being on on Thursdays.

And I forgot to tell Mr. Mcknight that I'd be missing math tomorrow...and I have to mail my transcripts out tomorrow too.

I feel like making myself scrambled eggs and taters for supper. yum!

And I got 21/30 on my essay in social (but a 22, 23 and a 28 on the peer marking. huh) and a 9/16 on the act 5 quiz for english on othello. I seem to always be gettin 9pts on those quizzes lately.

Oh and what sucks is that Alberta Learning can send official transcripts to McGill and Concordia but not to the Université de Montréal. (yet you can specify---though mainly for FSJ---that your transcript be in french or english) Pah.

btw,

recently, i have been stereotyped through my jamaican roots. to this one fellow, apparently to him jamaicans are all ganja (pot...that rastafarians smoke) smokers so not a day goes by where he's saying I should try pot and that when I go to jamaica i might go smoke pot. today was no different--wait, i lie, this time he said that my relatives in jamaica smoke pot. *cough*

ok, every single one of my relatives in jamaica (and my brother in van's relatives in trinidad--yup we're both half ethiopian half-west indian. pretty neat imo), are middle-upper-class, bible-following (not imposing anyway), reggae-listening, patois-speaking, churchgoers, community-involved, cultural...people. far from that rasta and ganja smoking biz.


in other news, i really wish i wasn't in an english math class. a bit of me dies everyday i step into that class.

that and for me, math taught in english is insanely difficult....especially when all the not-so-smart people feel it their god-given duty to shout out stuff and insult mr mcknight.


end of story. i have wind ensemble tomorrow and i'm going to be just as tired. Perhaps I will visit mme ouellet during double spare or my elementary school.

a good friend told me today...

...that i shouldn't do things for my dad, but for myself. funny thing as my brother on countless occaisions has told me to do my own thing with my life and not bother whether my dad is pleased or not. (i mean my dad is still fuming that i'm doing something he dubs as worthless---sociology..or am hoping to) it sounds so easy, but it's actually pretty hard with this guy. my mom's friend nearly got into a heated discussion with him about how well i am doing at school. meh. being the cadette of a family like this sucks sometimes.

it's good advice though.

(FRENCH VOCAB. LESSON DU JOUR: cadet/cadette is the title given to the very youngest sibling so frère cadet or soeur cadette. aîné/aînée is the title given to the very oldest sibling)

and i vote we get digital cable so my dad gets hooked on BBC and not CNN as CNN has me convinced that my dad has become more paranoid than he was previous.


in more bad news, it seems there's money missing that should've been given to me. i am not amused...

in somewhat good news, i may have to go to jamaica to handle the property thingymajiggy. it totally depends what happens from here on in. so I may go or i may not.

however, i want to go to montréal.

and i don't want to go to wind ensemble tomorrow morning.

and the sheer thickness of this fog boggles my mind...

and i might try and ask for an ipod nano/new MP3 player as my benQ has been flashing 'charging' (and sometimes even 'Charge complete!') when it's not actually charging since octobre and has been switching to chinese or a chinese-japanese-english hybrid alot more frequently now.

lack of sleep=iznogood

Is today Monday?...wait, no it's not. it feels like one though.


I'm slowly wishing that instead of Wind Ensemble every Tuesday and Thursday morning, I was going to swim practices for the Swim/Dive team. Not only do I want the funky orange coats (might talk to moe...she's a coach now...and mrs. everett probably forgot me) but i feel like swmming and i haven't done much of anything releated to sports for a while now (a year.) and I miss playing soccer.

Did I mention I still have my swim meet cap from gr 10 when I was on the team? Good times.

Oh and I'm not really pleased we gong-show'ed our Social presentation today. A part of me died a bit inside during our presentation.

And apparently to some people, laughing to ourselves in Wind Ensemble at the fact we're playing the can-can tune in one of our pieces is bad and should only be done once. Apprently they have no sense of humour/enjoyment..

again, les cowboys fringants are incredibly awesome (so's corneille and stefie shock) and i'm really tired yet i have things to do and myself to organize as i'm in total disorder imho and I realized the only place I can find "alot" of French CDs is at the librarie monette down in Britania. HMV has only French-Canadian and a very scarce amount last I checked.

i wish i was in montreal
oh and due to sheer forgetfulness and sleeplessness, it seems that spring break is coming up soon...and here i thought it was in April. Pah.

I wonder if it's not to late to ask dad to let me go to Montreal for spring break. I am suffering from extreme homesickness I think. Here's hoping that he won't make me pay my way there.

random facts about japanese politics

all five major parties in the Diet (Japanese Parliament...funny name, I know.), except the Japanese Communist Party, were all formed from various party mergers.

And the Joseitou (a feminist Party in Japan) 's slogan, from what I can understand, has to do with thinking of the children's dreams and their futures. (I got something roughly along the lines of "For the sake of the children, for the sake of their dreams and their futures---the Joseitou"...dont remember now)

and I still have to make a spectrum (I'm doing the five major parties...the like....7 or 8 small ones i can't find a thing on and their names don't help either...for all I know the small Liberal League could be conservative (Like how the party in power--Liberal-Democratic Party--is actually really conservative yet Liberal and Democratic are found in their name).

ohoho...at this time, I can guarantee 5hrs of sleep plus 1 hr during spare (actually, no i can't guarantee the extra hour...might have to finish putting together project with other group member) Yay for wind ensemble and screwy sleep times.

...and yes and no i'm better compared to earlier.

damn.

so, I'm doing not so well across the board in terms of this semester's marks, I think I did pretty badly on the essai today and I'm feeling guilty about a spat I had earlier when I got home.

All in all, it was a bad day.

And I need to get myself to sit down and organize myself with school and get serious about school.

In other more happier news (?) I set up the TVand our small stereo in the new case/shelf/entertainment centre thingwahtever it's called earlier during the spat. Living room looks bigger but that's because the coffee table isn't back in there yet and I think to deter dad from messing it up again and keeping his papers to the coffee table, I'm going to try and move the table to the basement or something.

Whee...

BTW, i recommend that no one buys hot chocolate from Starbucks. EVER. (it tastes disgusting.)

in french music...

I found out Mes Aïeux is what's known as a néo-trad group (New Traditional)...as are Les cowboys fringants whom I've heard quite a bit about.

Nevermind....Les Cowboys Fringants are awesome.

All my French songs are on the WinME that I think I should burn off sometime because I have some very good ones on there.

Social projects are fun, but when your entire group never discussed who was doing what and spent most of the time discussing politics when the project is due Tuesday, then it looses it's funness.

Okay. Bedtime beckons...'night

EDIT Corneille (click on the rolls of film->Photos Officiels>2005) almost looks exactly like my older brother from Vancouver with the hairstyle and beard...

*silence*

*cues some wind*


The good thing is, he doesn't sound like my brother and my brother forgot his French (even though he did all of High School and CEGEP in a French-Immersion setting.). Or, so he claims...*raises eyebrow* But geez, I never noticed the resemblances until now. Alright, I'm off to bed now.

Haha...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHnF-dmymBo&search=Quebec

*laughs* The video is special. (I've heard the audio so many times) Though, if you're not from Quebec, 90% of the parody of the I Am Canadian stuff won't make alot of sense. (Wait...that's all of you...ahah...whoops.)

BTW Erm, there's a scene with le Bonhomme Carnavale, if you know who he is, that scarred me slightly. (I read a story about him where he has to get to the Winter Festival to be in the parade and find Madame Carnaval. He bords a Canada 3000 plane to get to Quebec City too....yeah, I somehow remembered that. What sucks however is that I've never gone to the Festival but I know so much about it. *wants a ceinture flêchée just to feel special*)

Abitibi-Témiscamingue is a region in Quebec (where Val-d'Or is) along the Ontario-Quebec border. It's real tongue twister if you've never heard of Abitibi-Témiscamingue. (I think during elections, since there is a riding of the same name, the English networks just call it 'Abitibi' which is also the name a tiny country-town......aka the setting of Blanche)

And Roch Voisine's got good music though I personally prefer Stéfie Shock. Still am greatly amused by his video of L'amour dans le désert which features him wandering around Montréal. A Montréal that's been buried by....I'd say 30ft of sand? Maybe 50 ft? I had fun going 'HEY! That's the Queen Elizabeth Hotel! So then...he's near the old Windsor Station where CPRail's HQ used to be' (the old timetables for when it was a station are still up but since we moved all the shops closed and the nearby Place Bonaventure's shops shut down from lack of revenue from the thousands of CPRail employees and visitors.) and 'HEY! That's 100 place René Levesque' and 'HEY! It's the Jaques Cartier bridge!!' and 'HEY! It's the search-light building!'. It's a very amusing video I say.

Here's an interesting fact I realized while surfing through Wikipedia, Mitsou Gélinas from CBC's au courant is the grand-daughter of the late-Gratien Gélinas. AKA, the writer of Tit-Coq and Bousille et les Justes. Interesting.

I think I need to start waking up at 7 again to watch French Kiss on Much Music. I'm curious what other French artists exist with good music these days.

So I went and did grad dress shopping/looking/trying on with my mom's friend. Made intersting discoveries:

1. Strapless gowns look better on me than ones with straps (or the ones we looked at)
   
2. Red, orange and blue don't suit me at all
3. Dark peach-orange-red and turquoise/grey-ish toned green/cyan suits me

Spent alot of hours in Chinook. *nods* On the way back, I asked if we could look at glasses and she enthuastically said yes. Tried on like...10 different pairs and concluded, I need new glasses. (I'd like to get new glasses) Plus she was all mother-like and went "Well, you need to look nice when you go to University". Reminds me of the times my mom used to hassle me about the first day of school and made sure no matter what I was wearing, I looked neat. :O

Incredibly tried now and over 2 weeks-worth behind on Chem 30. Not good.

EDIT I just did my second quiz. I have a chance to pass it by doing the written question and getting all the points. =X

*is not doing too well in Chem 30 online*

contrary to popular belief, my name does not equal 'i am lucky'.

Not at the moment anyhow.

So, computers are refusing to properly open my really important letter for McGill on this diskette so I can print it and I've lost the key for the desk so I can't try again on our WinME. (hence why i'm always using this laptop)

In other news, anyone planning on purchasing the newest Maclean's Guide to Canadian Universities? I don't think I will but I wouldn't mind flipping through someone's copy.

bed!
'night

Argh.

Currently in English wanting to hurt my diskette with my super-important Extenuating Circumstance on it as it will not open in Word. (And I kind of really need to get it printed out)

There's something wrong with it... As what, I have no idea. (data corrupt? Doubt it. I mean, the computers can read what the document's about and such but Word can't open it even though it's a .doc.) I am not amused.

Other than that, went to the Office of the Public trustee, had my ears plug up on the way up and nearly lost my balance when I got off of the elevator (that went from G before stopping on the 18th, 19th and so on. It's one of those elevators that starts on the G floor and the next floor is like the 20th). Sat around. Waited. Got the process done. Left.

Okay, so everything was done but as our executor tried to say bye to us my dad walked off and I was trying to get my dad back and at the same time tried to say bye to her and she left and yeah...My dad was trying to find out something I could've easily told him had he asked. But yeah, kind of feeling guilty and mad for having not stopped my dad sooner as he was mad that she had left for raesons he thought were unknown.

Oh and the car ride there involved lots of conspiracy theorizing and accusations from my dad about our executor...bah

Document still not opening...me getting slightly more frustrated *uses mad disk repairing abilities to open the document*

guess what?

My brother from Vancouver finally called and I feel immensely happier.

'cept the phone puckered out or something and our convo kinda stopped. Le boo. Eh, I got to talk to him after....2months? Talked about stuff. The whole thing reminded me how lucky I was to have him as a brother. (technically we're half-siblings....(2 of...7 or 8 half-siblings?) but whatever, I never refer to him as half-brother.)


Homework? Huh? Wha--? Oh, that. No, haven't done much of it. (I've glanced and done part of the quiz in the Key and corrected my Math quiz)

Currently avoiding math, right fingers are all slightly swollen from the job my dad had me do to move the huge dresser (i had to put my hand in his spot with a door) and when it moved the door thingy closed on my hand so they hurt. Ow. Actually, my pinky and ring finger are swollen. (as if i hadn't done enough damage to my fingers during my one-year go at soccer...)

And RIP Dana Reeves. ='(



*eyes math* I have a unit test tomorrow...hm. yay avoidance of homework! :O (But Mr McKnight's let us have cheat sheets.)

EDIT (8:40pm)
I've been drawing. Aaaaah!

Random...

I was browsing about and found out about my two old schools in Montreal

École Roslyn School

• Was near the sites of many of the FLQ bombings in the 70s (Well, it's smack in the middle of a residential area. A pretty residential area. Westmount, Qc=Rich...as is Outremont where a HUGE private school is located...and I'm not kidding...that school is HUGE.)
• Was originally protestant
• One of three schools built/spurred from Westmount High (as they had too many students)--King, Queen and Roslyn
  
• Built in 1907/09

Westmount Park Elementary (2)

• 'Built' in 1960
• Almalgamation of King's (1896-1960) and Queen's (1899-1960) in 1960
• Originally Protestant
  

Wish I had photos but both are old and castle-like almost. I think the main entrances to both were giant gate-like doors made of wood. And at Roslyn, some entrances still had the 'Girls' and 'Guys' signs carved in. (They demolished the amazing playground though!....Actually, alot of schools in Montreal had their playgrounds demolished.....no idea why) Plus, both were pretty darn big. I think Westmount on the top most floor there was a science lab/museum...mostly biology stuff. Oh and we had a big theatre too. Don't think the second level of seats were or ever have been used. Oh and there was a big cafeteria. Roslyn was big too. Gym was giant, music room was big too and the science lab (I loved my science classes...too much fun. Oh and there were stained glass windows too), oh and in the gym there were a seperate level of seats high up.

Oh and at Westmount Park, it's right in front of a field and beside the Westmount arena and pool (that was fixed =O! When I lived there, I never remember it being open...)...There was a path, a gazebo, another small field, trees, a football field (for the cegep? the other private school? McGill or Concordia??), a circle of the provinces' and territories' crests, paths, paths, oh there was a 'creek' but I remembere there was a fire when I was a kid (a bunch of us noticed it) and when I last visited there weren't any ducks or water...oh a big willow-like tree, greenhouse, Westmount Park itself, Westmount Public Library (now referbished), giant floral 'VILLE DE WESTMOUNT' clock arrangement (It was an actual BIG clock and there were floral arrangements for the hours and on the clock's hands....man I wish I had photos!), some old cannons, trees...and the Westmount YMCA.

That's Westmount Park. It's bloody huge. So many paths and trees and such...good times of yelling "KETCHUP!" aka "catch up!" to the slowpokes. And the gazeebo. There were always artists painting there. (Oh forgot, lots of steep hills.)

Oh i lied, there was a creek, a big flowing 'river' that I think still had water....Hm. No ducks though =(.

Speaking of which, Roslyn's centennial is in 2007/2006/2009 (I'll email the school)...I vaguely recall leaving my name, address and phone number in a book the asst-principal directed me to during my impromptu visit 5 yrs ago.

...I wonder if it's at all possible to convince dad to let me go to Montreal during Spring Break. I'm really tempted to drop by Westmount.

Random again: My afterschool care at Westmount was a programme offered for students from my school (Roslyn), this one school and another called F.A.C.E. (French Academy....college educatif? I have no clue...I honestly don't...there's a school called M.I.N.D. too.)

Anyways, this is what I do to further procrastinate....I reminisce or draw. Or watch tv, or pace...or...surf, or stare aimlessly around for a bit...etc. etc. *ahem* Don't be surprised if on Tuesday I look like I'm close to collapse....

This coke taste like it's been mixed with club soda...blegh.

If only...

The amount of homework I did was the same as the amount of doodling I get done.

*has been sketching for the last few hours*

Motivation? What is this "Motivation" you speak of?

Your Birthdate: November 7

You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy. And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you. Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights. You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice! Your strength: Your self sufficiency Your weakness: You despise authority Your power color: Maroon Your power symbol: Hammer Your power month: July

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

....Eh? *eyes the part about psychic inner voice*...Not only is it suggesting project a better sense of insanity, but I will have to admit I think I have "psychic'-ish powers. It's quite scary actually. Mainly since I've been having déjà-vu issues since...for a while now? Maybe I'm not psychic and am suffering from wierd memory lapses...which isn't good either. But yeah, this year, I've had more déjà-vu occurences it's bothering me a tad.

I realize these quizzes are far from being 100% accurate but some of the things you get can be eeriee.

Perhaps this is the first time I've noticed it or that I've become more involved with debate filming and suchnot, but is the animosity/tension/stress just more onmipresent than it was in previous years or is it just me? I mean, last two years the animosity/tension/stress factor was less visible (and if there were "Oh snap! I need a partner!" or "Oh snap! I need a case!" there was no big explosion over it) and usually solved quick. Mainly because, IMHO, everyone the last two years and not this year were really open and friendly and egoes didn't go spladooey so sometimes an advanced Sr Open would go with a less advanced Sr Open debater.

This year, it seems there's less of that and that everything's teetering on the edge more than usual.

For me, stress takes ages to hit...or well, in academics. I usually see classmates go nuts about the gazillion tests and labs they have due the next day. Then you've got me who's perfectly aware that so and so lab is due soon and so and so quizzes and assignments are due the next day and I just don't explode over it. I dunno. My outlook on stress is that if you let it get to you, then you'll just be in a complete mess.....oh wait, stress got me once this year but it was more annoyance than stress over financial stuff that will hopefully be resolved over my double spare Thursday.

Or you know, I could just be simply oblivious to stress as I am to many things...ie when this one worker at a shoe store was talking to me and my mom's friend said at dinner he was flirting with me and I went "Huh?". Again, keyword here is oblivious. Serious things I'm not oblivious to those but teenage-stuff I am. So if you waved a flag saying "So and so's flirting with you/that person" I wouldn't notice.

Again, simple observations of a filmer. (I've got the er--- Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insight part down don't I?)

Did I impress?

/end random post of the century.

Cleaning! :D

That's what I've been doing all day since yesterday. Today I cleared up most of the junk in the computer room, vacuumed it (looked at the box where the vacuumed stuff goes. cringed at the dust load.), assembled a new chair after dad came back and dropped off the wheels that he forgot to give me, dusted the new TV cabinet, moved some boxes and shelves that were lying in here to the basement and then some.

Still have to move the desk and such so that the new sofabed (dad says it'll be delivered tomorrow) can go in.

Oh and my dad replaced the drapery downstairs and it looks really nice. Kitchen's still a maze of living room funiture. I have to probably wash all the dishes that are overflowing in the sink. Oh boy.

Homework time? What homework time? *hasn't done her Chem lab or quiz yet due tonight, nor studied for math test tomorrow, nor touched social....rather, I haven't done much related to homework all weekend.*

I still have to move some wood and boxes....Hey! I found an old poster of a lion and of these waterfalls my dad bought.

Oh about the amount of dust this house has, I think all the moving stuff that was sitting on the floor with dust got all over my hoodie....it looks a shade lighter than it was earlier on this morning...Hm.

EDIT (8:51PM) Nearly two hours later, the computer/guest room....is clean. My hoodie, closer to light grey than black. :) (My bedroom however is still as messy as ever. Not cleaning it tonight. )

Still have to clear out the narrow hall of the junk cluttering it at the moment....maybe, hoping I won't tumble into anything in the morning, I can take care of it tomorrow evening.

Now for homework that I don't want to do because after all of this, I'm exhausted.

Or, well, I'll try to do homework. BTW, I have blisters and a paper cut and bruised/rashed knees from the whole cleaning thing. :O

Okay, here's a non-emoey-angsty-society-is-le-dumb-the-world-equal-stupid post

as well as the post with the longest title ever.

So, I ignored my "Disconnect old PC and move desk to corner" chore (after dad said that I should stay home and move funiture) and went out to Long & McQuade to buy some reeds. Spent 30$. Enquired about the price of Contrabass reeds. Nearly went "GAHWTF" (44$ for a pack of 5). Saw Mrs. Diegel and Diegel on my way to Chinook. =O

Then I stopped at Futureshop and bought MI-5 Season 1. Great series. That cost me 46$ after I used up my gift card. (I wanted Due South...but that didn't happen. Season 1 costs 67$) So I've decided that I need to budget myself or something.

I was about to buy Sigur Ros' Takk CD but didn't. I might next week. They're just incredible.

I feel like building the new big swivel chair my dad bought but I think I need to move everything in here first for room for a potential new bed. Then all the funiture that was moved to the kitchen needs to be moved back to the living room.

Bahmerde...This place is messy. And I need to finish a Chem lab by Midnight tomorrow. =x


So, how'd regionals go? (Note to self: Talk to dad about offer to go film provincials....)

EDIT And so, procrastination prevails again.

Ar, seems being emoey is hard. =X

Also, it seems the people I want to talk to are married/are getting married. Thus, making it hard to get a hold of them....the main culprits are my brothers. Beh. I'll kill the phone bill if I have to. My brother in Vancouver hasn't answered my messages (or txts) in months and my other brother in LA works during the nights and sleeps during the days and has a life and hangs out (as does the one in Vancouver). And my mom's friend stays at her finacé's alot during the week. bah. I'll live. I just havent talked to either of them in months. =X

~_~

Ah part two.

Firstly, got a confirmation of the reception of my application letter from UofO.

Secondly, not doing too well in Social or Math at the moment. I am seriously thinking of sending in my transcripts now rather than after the report card at the end of the month. Who knows, maybe I'll somehow do fantastically well by report card and it'll be good enough to get an answer. Beh

Okay, onto part two.

There will be mentioning of events. No names. Just, be vocal if you don't like what I have to say.

Yesterday, while on my way to the band room i ran into a rather angry individual and was complaining about how an alumni was back and visiting. (Mind, I had pointed out the obivious reason why said alumni came---for experience/visiting and she snapped) She wanted to talk to the other person who was walking with me (I had originally wanted to talk to him but eh. It's rather difficult...perhaps this is why I talk to adults more?) so I just turned and made my way for the band room. Unethical of me, yes. BUt due to my own personal problems that had nothing to do with a big overreaction of an alumni visiting because supposedly so-and-so hates the alumni, I just made my way for the band room. Chatted with some great gr 11 friends and the alumni and such. Good stuff.

Got to library, did English, explained to someone that choir would be filled with hate-talk. Got a reaction from another person who was there that I didn't expect. Was basically mad for the rest of the evening since I basically took it as a direct insult. The reactions to the alumni's constant visit grate at me and infuriate me to the Nth degree. So what if you don't like him? What right does that give anyone to say that he shouldn't or can't visit? That's so bloody hyprocritical. I know a great deal who are annoyed with this alumni's visit, would go ahead and do the same thing too if they could post-graduation.

I mean, seriously.....maybe I'm naive, maybe I'm too goody-goody, maybe I know this area of life but personally when I go to Banff Trail or Branton I get this feeling of happiness. I love those schools to bits. The staff from my years there who helped me are still there to an extent. There are kids from both schools that I've known for 5-10 yrs now and I've watched them grow up and when I visit I get greeted by kids I've seen mature, go through phases and grow up. I don't go to those schools with the thought that "Oh well, what if so and so don't like me to be there". I mean maybe it's the fact that I know first hand what it's like to be forgotten or to be so homesick you wish you could take the next plane out.

The feeling of coming back to a place you perhaps miss or enjoyed can sometimes be the greatest --or worst-- feeling you can have. I hear how alot of people wouldn't dare go by their old schools or their current high school post-grad. They never sound like they mean it either.

Especially said individuals who say that alumni shouldn't visit. That's saddening. It really is. Society's gone down into this mentality that visiting the past is a stupid thing to do. Or so I've been observing. I mean, some individuals say that so-and-so shouldn't be visiting yet they go on on some days about how they'd love to see some of the alumni back.

(LONG STORY)
The last I when into my old Elementary and the school which I attended for daycare and kindergarten was 5 yrs ago---when everything had happened and we had flown out to Montréal. I had asked if we could stop by École Roslyn and Westmount Park and we did. Roslyn was closed for the day but I talked to an Assisstant principal and she directed me to my old Grade 1 and 2 rooms and showed me a collection of photographs that they'd found and were compiling and putting up on the walls (Like the grad photos but with all the Gr 1-6 class pictures). Mine from Gr 1 was up there. It made me happy despite what we had gone to do and attend earlier that day. I think I could point out at least 80% of my fmr. classmates. None of the teachers from back in the mid-90s were teaching there anymore but the Assisstant principal had told me that Mr. Hogg---the principal while I was there-- left only recently and had retired.

Next stop was my old daycare--- Westmount Park Elementary. Westmount was great. We stopped by and I was somehow guided by my memories of those times to where the afterschool program I went to and my Pre-Kindergarten room were. I like stopped at the end of this stairwell and litterally had a scratchy movie of my childhood replay in front of me. I remembered where my coat hanger was in Pre-K, K and afterschool and who was with me.

I hoped that the Chair of the afterschool program was still there so I knocked on the door and was let in and as I got a puzzled look when I said "Ms. Colleen, it's me" I took off my glasses and she ran and hugged me. Hadn't seen her in over 6 years. She practically abandoned her work and we talked and talked. She knew what had happened, asked if i was okay and such and I asked her who was still here. Ken, Rae and Christine were still with the Ks as was Fatima from Pre-K and Szabo and Luigi from afterschool. Save, it was evening so they weren't in. So I got to revisit some places like the cafeteria. Same tables were there. Same yellow metal stairs that led down three flights to it. The wood in the Theatre still wasn't replaced. The second floor of the Theatre looked as abanded/unused as it did while I was there. I actually saw Christine who recognized my name the moment I said it and she hugged me.

I went outside to the "front" of the school and looked. Nothing changed. Same 100-yr old castle-look. The "T" in Westmount my friend and I accidently knocked down playing Suey (or something...like Bums up) was replaced. It was shiny compared to the rest. The little basketball court was still there. The steel doors on the site and the giant wooden/metal-wood doors still there.

Finally, I looked out at the field and saw the lights, the Oratoire, Mont-Royal, parts of Westmount Park sticking out in the night. It was beautiful. I wish I had taken photos!

I like going back.
(END LONG STORY)

When one of the alumni comes to visit or I see them on the bus or train, it's like special. It's great to talk to them. Especially when you don't see them for months or even all year.

Maybe there was something that happened, I know I'm basically the most uninformed individual amongst my "friends". I'm never told things. Never really have been all that much this year. Everything's news to me. I frankly, after the rough start to this year have begun to no longer care. SO this entry is kinda based on observation, knowledge and pure ignorance. So maybe there is something that happened. And? It was in the past. Do I gripe about you-know-who's vicious comments everyday? (okay. bad question. but to an extent I only speak of it if that's the topic everyone's discussing)

Hey, my childhood was different. I never have had friends my age so I have friends who are either between the ages of 9 or 20 or 21. My best friend is even 2 years younger than me. Perhaps that's why I enjoy visits. I get to see old teachers and kids that have grown up so much. Some come to me and tell me about how Jr High's a pain and ask what High School's like. It's great.

Looking into the past you lived and seeing how much the future will change is interesting to experience. You see how much things you thought were restricted to the older age group have come on with the younger kids, how much their world around them has changed. Alot of them in Elementary are more aware of current events than I ever was at the age. It's interesting.

I'm different. I know. People are entitled to their opinions, but hypocrisy i hear... it's just...distressing? (Mind, people are hypocrites all the time. Just this one touches a nerve? Ah. I forgot I'm semi-wierd and am around more 30+ yr olds than people my age. I mean my half-siblings are all 30+yrs old. Again, I'm semi-wierd.)

I don't know. I just don't like those things....again, I was furious beforehand. Even if I wasn't mad at what happened in part one, I would've still typed a rant like this.

Buh.

Dad's brother is coming on Monday now. Time to organize papers and decide when to dismantle the other computer.

Oh and a great show, Fullmetal Alchemist is premiering in Canada on YTV tonight at 11. Suggest you watch.

Sorry for the rant and the long story, but it had relevance :)

In spare right now...craving my ramen as ramen just tastes really good.

As to what's happened, I'll try to make this as long as possible. Or as short.

So yesterday I was supposed to have gone down to the Office of the Public trustee. Was not told why by our executor but I suspected it had to do with the transfer of the funds left for me to my account as the secretary called before our executor did and explained what I had to bring (and I was thoroughly confused when she asked 'electronic or cheque?').

Dad said that I had to cancel the appointment. He said it was for some reason or another but that our executor hasn't finished other things taht need to be règlée---er---solved. And he's right. There's still some stuff in Jamaica that need to be taken care of.

So that wasn't the main reason why I was emo-y. There were two reasons. One which I'll go into now about the transfer matter and the second which I'll address later tonight.

I called up my dad later that day to find out what was happening and he explained that he formally cancelled the appointment. He then went on to explain some stuff about what he thinks our executor's been doing with the money I should be getting. As I don't think I can go into super detail (legalities? I dunno. I won't reveal specific amounts of money..I'll er--censor it with XX$) I'll cover the basics.

My dad told me yesterday that apparently the amount I'm told I'm getting isn't the full amount that was put aside for me. He went on to say that the XX$ I that I should be receiving have dwindled greatly as he suspects our executor has been using the funds allocated for me to pay off lawyers and pay herself for her services. A scary thought, yes. True? I don't know. My dad has a tendancy to tell things that'll have me worried or angry for days and will turn out to be not true.

So I spent most of yesterday being mad and emoey at the fact that this just won't stop having bumps and dead ends to it. That and it's been going on for a while. I was kinda convinced that it would be clear sailing and that it would all be over as of yesterday. (Or well that the major part would be over) And if what my dad said yesterday is true, that'd make me angrier mainly because our executor is a friend of my parents. (Who knows, perhaps it is legal for her to take money from funds that were supposedly allocated by my mom for me and use them to pay off lawyers who are handling the situation here and in Jamaica. Who knows, maybe it's not. I'm not law-savvy.)

But yeah, once the XX$ is transferred, it'll be used to pay my partion of the mortgage. Beh.

Random but, I love my mom. I got a statement from the Canadian Scholarship Trust Fund people yesterday and I just wish I could go hug her and thank her. But due to certain circumstances, that's not entirely possible but hey, if she were here I'd glomp her.

If I read the statements right, I have more than enough money to pay for all 4-yrs of University. Books and tuition.

If I read it slightly incorrectly, I still have more than enough money to pay for 4-yrs of University. There've been deductions that I'm curious about so I'll run them by dad if he understands them.

I'm still going to apply for scholarships and such but that statement made my day.

My dad's further suspicions of my mom's older brother and sister taking money is not. (They haven't. That money I know is seperate which is why i'm skeptical. Ah financial family wars are so le fun /end sarcasm. I love my auntie, my uncle's strange but I love them both.)

*hits head against desk*

So that's part one. I have a lab in Chem 30 due Sunday night as well as a quiz =X. It also looks like I'll be at Pearson tomorrow. Guh.

*goes to prepare ramen*

Society fails.

As do other things...Anyway, the world fails and i'm feeling emo. Rant to come if i feel up to it.

The amount of procrastination I'm doing makes me want to cry. Bawl even.

Stupid Chris lent/gave me a DVD with some anime on it (ie. Trigun...26 episodes. The pic is of Vash the Stampede. Main character. Really cool, really goofy etc. etc.) and hmm...I've been uh--watching it? (Okay, so I dont hate Chris. I've been hearing about this series for YEARS and this is the first time I'm watching it)

Okay, mainly resorting to watching anime because I'm slightly out of it and I can't concentrate on my work. That and motivation is lacking. However, it seems my creativity has returned...Probably cause I got OpenCanvas 4 working again so I can draw...what's wierd is that I have massive amounts of creativity when I'm avoiding homework than when I'm busy with school and schoolwork.

Dad got the carpet cleaned as his brother is coming Friday/Saturday. The floor's wet. My socks are wet. The upstairs bathroom is being a pain as we suspect it's leaking. (the toilet rather.) No new bed yet...should try and start dissassembling the other computer and moving it so that when/if he gets the bed. (And I've told dad that we need to re-arrange the living room)

Oh and I get to spend my double spare downtown at the trustee's office tomorrow talking to them about financial stuff and all that government jazz...or something....May be getting money towards my portion of the mortgage. Slight jump for joy etc. etc.

Guh.

Sorry for sounding cynical/non-enthusiastic, but this thing has been going on ever since I turned 18 in november and it's been nothing but that. It's quite annoying and a right pain. Everyone, consider yourselves lucky you're not dealing with fun financial biz and mortgages and such. (Oh and it's not over tomorrow. I have to talk to my dad about if I'll be for sure staying here or not and about some stuff that's been going on in Jamaica that's mine. Complicated future stuff but about 10000000 times more...complicated?)

So yeah, you guys are all very lucky. VERY.

........
I'll tune back into Trigun. It's getting more and more interesting.

/endsemiemorant.

I want to make supper but the kitchen is inundated with funiture as the carpets were cleaned as I mentioned earlier and the stove is blocked so I'm snacking on juice, pockey and some cookies. Sitcking with juice now as cookies have prooven to be non-edible until stomach settles. And yeah, the microwave is blocked by an impasse of sorts. Mainly consisting of part of a shelf, cushions and a chair. *nods*