So, by this week, I have to decide---Concordia or Ottawa? I've got too much of an emotional attachment to Montréal that there's probably a medical term for it and I love my auntie in Ottawa too much and my cousin in Hull (Gatineau, whatever...), he's cool too. He reminds me of tonton David sometimes. (I mean, ignoring the fact that they're both Francophone) You know, I was hoping I'd only get accepted to one of those two and I wouldn't have this kind of problem. Haha...
Went out today and finally found some clothes. Hurray. On the way home, it suddenly hit me that I have a Social project to do (Liberation of Holland) that's due tomorrow. I forgot which sections I'm doing. Boo. But hey, think I can explain to Poirier that I can't talk and therefore can't do my presentation?
And okay, I think to avoid the essay, I have to go to the Holocaust thingy but that's probably full so I'd have to do an essay on the Holocaust.
A question, what should one do when they see a friend of theirs from back in Elementary, now in Grade 10, suddenly chain smoking? I was treated to that lovely shock Friday evening when I was about to wave and saw her at Dalhousie smoke a cigarette and pass it to a friend. (Or you know, she was maybe holding it reluctantly for said friend and didn't smoke I think to myself) She's a fantastic athlete (soccer, basketball, field hockey, track etc. etc.) and a great kid and friend so yeah, of course heart sank, rocks fell and I was in shock. Yada yada yada. I do in fact know her mum (haven't seen her since last year) but I dont think I'll bring it up. I mean, for all I know she may not have been smoking. *shrugs*
Ah, life...
Random, my room is a disaster zone. Mind, it's pretty small enough to get messy really quick. I'm somehow going to find a way to clean it and try out this hair iron/straightener thingymabob. (I have had my hair straightened with heat before. My hair was just as thick anyway...which is why I find it redundant to get my hair relaxed)
dimanche, avril 30, 2006
samedi, avril 29, 2006
Even the TV's trying to influence my decisions for university!
Currently watching the Ottawa-Tampa Bay match on CBC. Behind the players' benches, there's scrolling ads that usually scroll every 2 mins or something. Usually the ads have something Ottawa-related on them. The last ad to scroll on was a Ottawa Citizen ad (thier equivalent of the Calgary Herald) the one that followed up next was one for the University of Ottawa.
My initial thought: "Ok, so they're trying to recruit fansor players to the University. Ok.". But then the ad kept staying on there for more than 2mins and I think it's been 5 or 6 mins and it was still on.
Geez...Crazy billboards at hockey games sending me encoded messages. Pff.
And my voice is kind of gone. Can't talk too well.
My initial thought: "Ok, so they're trying to recruit fans
Geez...Crazy billboards at hockey games sending me encoded messages. Pff.
And my voice is kind of gone. Can't talk too well.
vendredi, avril 28, 2006
Argh, my throat...
Finished the overdue project for Social today during lunch and spare. Mind, I ended up sacrificing what little study time I had for my Math midterm...80% of the questions were on Probability. Probability. (and Stats.) I took too much time (because, good god, Probability questions take a long time to do) and I guessed on the last 5 or 6 questions and 2 of the 8 numerical responses. Pff.
Should've applied the "look at all the questions and pick the questions that related to the units you understand best" strategy. Because I know Matrices as it was just...insanely easy and Vectors---but they were part of the last...3 numerical responses and 8 questions.
I'll be happy if I scrape a 70% on this. Boo.
Anyway, afterschool, killed time while on my way to Branton by walking very slowly and taking long routes to get to the school. Finally got there, said hello to Mrs. Lawrence, Mme Richardier, Mme Bouchard, Mme Bellehumeur and Mme Fosti oh and ran into some kids I know from way back in Elementary. SPeaking of those kids, I remember when they were in Elementary and I was visiting Banff Trail almost every Thursday I physically could (long walks + heavy heavy bag=lots of pain) and when I arrived and they saw me on the way to their next class in thier lineups, 3 or 4 would break from the line and litterally try and glomp-tackle me. Good times. Except their teachers --who were either subs, or new-- would look at them funny and yell at them to get back. Haha...
Oh and the Gr 7s were playing Bryce Canyon Overture. I was on my way out and I heard them start and began air-playing/humming the parts I had for it in Gr 7 and Gr 9. Ah, the good days of band I suppose... And on my way out I ran into a rollerblading Teale. That was fun. That makes 4 ABE alumni I've run into in a week/2 weeks. (Andrew, Nathan, Steph and Teale). Hm.
Should've applied the "look at all the questions and pick the questions that related to the units you understand best" strategy. Because I know Matrices as it was just...insanely easy and Vectors---but they were part of the last...3 numerical responses and 8 questions.
I'll be happy if I scrape a 70% on this. Boo.
Anyway, afterschool, killed time while on my way to Branton by walking very slowly and taking long routes to get to the school. Finally got there, said hello to Mrs. Lawrence, Mme Richardier, Mme Bouchard, Mme Bellehumeur and Mme Fosti oh and ran into some kids I know from way back in Elementary. SPeaking of those kids, I remember when they were in Elementary and I was visiting Banff Trail almost every Thursday I physically could (long walks + heavy heavy bag=lots of pain) and when I arrived and they saw me on the way to their next class in thier lineups, 3 or 4 would break from the line and litterally try and glomp-tackle me. Good times. Except their teachers --who were either subs, or new-- would look at them funny and yell at them to get back. Haha...
Oh and the Gr 7s were playing Bryce Canyon Overture. I was on my way out and I heard them start and began air-playing/humming the parts I had for it in Gr 7 and Gr 9. Ah, the good days of band I suppose... And on my way out I ran into a rollerblading Teale. That was fun. That makes 4 ABE alumni I've run into in a week/2 weeks. (Andrew, Nathan, Steph and Teale). Hm.
mercredi, avril 26, 2006
Spare. Hm.
Currently doing nothing and in a bit a low funk. That and I'm feeling tired from my throat (so it may develop into a sickness rather than a "I can't breathe too well" thing) Well, after this I've got Band practice which I suppose is something I could look forward to. Or well, it used to be something I would very much be excited about but it's not. *shrugs* Oh and marvelous news, I've got only today to write up something as a writer's workshop submission for English before the cut-off date which is Monday for report cards. Also, I have to make a decision as to where I want to go for University (Blah.).
And the Math mid-term that I should study for that's Friday. BTW Math is begining to grate on my nerves. Everyone talks while Mr Mcknight's trying to explain concepts. Then said ignorants whine about how they don't understand any of the material. Whee.
And I've fallen terribly behind in English that I'm considering myself lucky that my dad doesn't do wierd check-ins with the teachers and such that he used to claim he did. (Which he didn't because he used that as a scare-tactic on me lots. It got so bad that everyday I would ask a teacher if my dad had come in or not) And the brown van that parks itself on our street reminds me too much of how much I miss my brother in Vancouver and I either am forgetful or I'm doing it on purpose, but whenever it's parked on our street I automatically start thinking it's him and get really really happy and start speed walking/jogging home. Then I get up close and realize it's a Dodge not a Pontiac with an Alberta plate and not a BC one and then go to my house a bit crestfallen. Then I realize "Hey, our living room is clean, the dining area and kitchen are not. Hmm."
And my sandals make the "psh-psh" air sound now so as I walk my shoes go "psh-psh". Oh and was originally going to go visit my Elementary but it's 2:57 and so, school ended there 10mins ago.
Psh-psh!
Currently doing nothing and in a bit a low funk. That and I'm feeling tired from my throat (so it may develop into a sickness rather than a "I can't breathe too well" thing) Well, after this I've got Band practice which I suppose is something I could look forward to. Or well, it used to be something I would very much be excited about but it's not. *shrugs* Oh and marvelous news, I've got only today to write up something as a writer's workshop submission for English before the cut-off date which is Monday for report cards. Also, I have to make a decision as to where I want to go for University (Blah.).
And the Math mid-term that I should study for that's Friday. BTW Math is begining to grate on my nerves. Everyone talks while Mr Mcknight's trying to explain concepts. Then said ignorants whine about how they don't understand any of the material. Whee.
And I've fallen terribly behind in English that I'm considering myself lucky that my dad doesn't do wierd check-ins with the teachers and such that he used to claim he did. (Which he didn't because he used that as a scare-tactic on me lots. It got so bad that everyday I would ask a teacher if my dad had come in or not) And the brown van that parks itself on our street reminds me too much of how much I miss my brother in Vancouver and I either am forgetful or I'm doing it on purpose, but whenever it's parked on our street I automatically start thinking it's him and get really really happy and start speed walking/jogging home. Then I get up close and realize it's a Dodge not a Pontiac with an Alberta plate and not a BC one and then go to my house a bit crestfallen. Then I realize "Hey, our living room is clean, the dining area and kitchen are not. Hmm."
And my sandals make the "psh-psh" air sound now so as I walk my shoes go "psh-psh". Oh and was originally going to go visit my Elementary but it's 2:57 and so, school ended there 10mins ago.
Psh-psh!
mardi, avril 25, 2006
So, I JUST woke up (and boy do I hate the world :D)
Believe it, or not!
Yeah, I did. My throat feels dry and blocked and it's making me feel sick and I missed 2 phone calls somehow. Somehow. Two cents says our humidifier's died again...So I promptly went downstairs to try and "give a piece of my mind" to dad as the TV was on CNN at 46...decibals? I doubt it but some unit of measuring they use for TV volume. And that, is pretty loud and I didn't see him around and I opened the curtain and saw he was gone.
That group project Drama happened again. I got told via MSN late at night whilst talking to Vanccie, Chris and Kat---she doesn't go to ABE--- (while at the same time attempting to sleepily finish my remaining 18 definitions for Social it was 11-ish and I was falling asleep) that if I didn't do the remaning 3 definitions by tomorrow that the two would go off on their own and tell the teacher that I basically did nothing. I tried to justify that I had re-written about 5 or 6 definitions (which were orignally short and I had been asked to re-write and elborate on them) and that that was something but was told that was essentially nothing. Anyway, being the person I am as I get racked with guilt for failing my group, I stayed up till 1 finishing these 3 remaining definitions trying to remember the play how they related to it and such.
Funny thing was, we had Band not English today so I'm confused why I got such an ultimatum.
I had Wind Ensemble which I missed due to exhaustion (4hrs of sleep...I barely work on 6), again so...
Either way, it's renewed my hate for English and my hate for group projects. Honestly, I wish we didn't have them...or that some of my peers were less callous. Really, fuck English and group projects in English class. Social, I can handle. English, no. And you know what? Since I have basically the same classmates for English as I do for Band, fuck Band and the Gr12 Small Ensembles project. Perhaps next year's Gr 12s will enjoy it. I was seriously looking forward to Small Ensembles having helped the Gr 12s last year who had Oliver in their groups (he played Bass Clarinet too.) but since all of this happened, I absolutely *HATE* English and Band. The majority of the Gr12s can't play, nor practice, nor do they care about band. I mean, in my half-awake state I wanted to say how terrible we played (I forgot my instrument in the car, which dad drove to go swimming at 7am) because we suck. It's sad.
Geez, I had no idea I would call my only favorite class that. But due to the circumstances, I am. And since this is the class that has kept me from utterly loosing it.
Mind, me and Vanccie talked to each other for the first time at...the odd hour of 10 (we usually talk at 5 or 6pm). So we talked till past midnight using our speaker phones because I could not hold my phone up and progressively speaking in "blabbles" rather than coherent English until we were like : "Abelh...mydadiscomingupstblairs..." and "Goodbljnightb...". That was fun.
So right now, I'm felling sicker, eating supper (eggs and...potato things...), listening to the CGY-ANA match, thinking about how much I hate English and attempting to focus on my remaining 18 definitions without drifting off. I told my partner that I would finish them tonight so...
I would more than love to know what my English mark is so if I can start panicking or not.
Oh and my dad is interpreting the "Your child in Gr __ was not present for his/her period ___ class" messages that have become frequent as "Your child has not been in at all all day" messages and explaining to him what the messages usually say is difficult and, surprise, hell breaks loose and since I'm the resident "liar" of the family none of what I say is considered truth by him. So it's basically a loosing battle for me to reason with him. Bah.
Why, hello world...
Yeah, I did. My throat feels dry and blocked and it's making me feel sick and I missed 2 phone calls somehow. Somehow. Two cents says our humidifier's died again...So I promptly went downstairs to try and "give a piece of my mind" to dad as the TV was on CNN at 46...decibals? I doubt it but some unit of measuring they use for TV volume. And that, is pretty loud and I didn't see him around and I opened the curtain and saw he was gone.
That group project Drama happened again. I got told via MSN late at night whilst talking to Vanccie, Chris and Kat---she doesn't go to ABE--- (while at the same time attempting to sleepily finish my remaining 18 definitions for Social it was 11-ish and I was falling asleep) that if I didn't do the remaning 3 definitions by tomorrow that the two would go off on their own and tell the teacher that I basically did nothing. I tried to justify that I had re-written about 5 or 6 definitions (which were orignally short and I had been asked to re-write and elborate on them) and that that was something but was told that was essentially nothing. Anyway, being the person I am as I get racked with guilt for failing my group, I stayed up till 1 finishing these 3 remaining definitions trying to remember the play how they related to it and such.
Funny thing was, we had Band not English today so I'm confused why I got such an ultimatum.
I had Wind Ensemble which I missed due to exhaustion (4hrs of sleep...I barely work on 6), again so...
Either way, it's renewed my hate for English and my hate for group projects. Honestly, I wish we didn't have them...or that some of my peers were less callous. Really, fuck English and group projects in English class. Social, I can handle. English, no. And you know what? Since I have basically the same classmates for English as I do for Band, fuck Band and the Gr12 Small Ensembles project. Perhaps next year's Gr 12s will enjoy it. I was seriously looking forward to Small Ensembles having helped the Gr 12s last year who had Oliver in their groups (he played Bass Clarinet too.) but since all of this happened, I absolutely *HATE* English and Band. The majority of the Gr12s can't play, nor practice, nor do they care about band. I mean, in my half-awake state I wanted to say how terrible we played (I forgot my instrument in the car, which dad drove to go swimming at 7am) because we suck. It's sad.
Geez, I had no idea I would call my only favorite class that. But due to the circumstances, I am. And since this is the class that has kept me from utterly loosing it.
Mind, me and Vanccie talked to each other for the first time at...the odd hour of 10 (we usually talk at 5 or 6pm). So we talked till past midnight using our speaker phones because I could not hold my phone up and progressively speaking in "blabbles" rather than coherent English until we were like : "Abelh...mydadiscomingupstblairs..." and "Goodbljnightb...". That was fun.
So right now, I'm felling sicker, eating supper (eggs and...potato things...), listening to the CGY-ANA match, thinking about how much I hate English and attempting to focus on my remaining 18 definitions without drifting off. I told my partner that I would finish them tonight so...
I would more than love to know what my English mark is so if I can start panicking or not.
Oh and my dad is interpreting the "Your child in Gr __ was not present for his/her period ___ class" messages that have become frequent as "Your child has not been in at all all day" messages and explaining to him what the messages usually say is difficult and, surprise, hell breaks loose and since I'm the resident "liar" of the family none of what I say is considered truth by him. So it's basically a loosing battle for me to reason with him. Bah.
Why, hello world...
lundi, avril 24, 2006
Oh VIBE 98.5...
An updated 'In Da Dome' theme and a new song for the first Round against the Ducks.
http://www.vibe985.com/fever
I'm very much certain the "Dorks vs Anaheim" is an intentional typo. :)
http://www.vibe985.com/fever
I'm very much certain the "Dorks vs Anaheim" is an intentional typo. :)
Finished Mom's Cancer, I'll talk about it tomorrow. All I have to say, is fantastic book. Definately merited the Einser Award.
Called my mom's friends yesterday--Pat (there's two. one here, one in Montréal. Mind, before we moved both lived in Montréal. ha.), Jennifer and my godmum and my godfather too. Told them the news and many of them await my visit and/or return to Montréal. Found out Jennifer is not only an English Secondary teacher but an IB English teacher. (...hm.) and if I live with my Godmum, I'd need a car. Turns out she's further out than I thought. Aie. (I mean, St Lazare is far/close to Hudson, but you'd have to drive to Hudson to catch the commuter train...see map. Hudson is on the Dorion-Rigaud line which goes out to Rigaud, Qc...near the Ontario boarder) However, she's going to call a friend of hers whose daughter is coming out here for her Law degree to see if I can stay with her or if she has other people to recommend. Other than that much talk involving "Omygoodness, I can't believe it's that time for you already!" and how proud mum would be and such and how it would be nice for me to visit. And judging from what my godmum told me, mum was a much greater writer than I initially thought.
Oh and I had an interesting conversation with my godmum (who surprise! Is also a Secondary-level English teacher *laughs*) about Alberta's Immersion programme as she was curious about my practising my French still and such. She had a good laugh about how there's only one French bookstore in Calgary and explained that if I decided to go back to Montreal, I'd be in for a shock with the spoken French and that I'd have to re-adjust and such.
Also, my godfather Uncle 'Kingston' (totally not his name as Kingston was what I thought his name was. But after 15 yrs he's used to it) wins. :D
Since I was in a bleh and moody all weekend, I neglected my homework and just remembered after listening to the Flames game that hey, I have 30 definitions to do for Social tomorrow. So, if I finish 20 or 25 tonight (I have 3 done), I can do the remaining 5 during spare. Procrastination...I hate it alot. And I'm at a 65% in Math...and that's because the Unit test was weighted 12 instead of the usual 6. Should talk to Poirier about where my mark is in Social because I bet it's autrocious right now too. And I must talk to Ms Espevidt(?) tomorrow about CALM online.
And my dad's at it again.
He's trying to influence where I go now. He's been pushing for Ottawa (well, because my auntie's there.) and saying for me to send in my reply now and suchnot and told me to tell friends that I was calling yesterday in Montreal that I was going to Ottawa and not Concordia. He's justified, yes. I mean, Ottawa has my aunt, who has a house, who worked at the UofO for 20-30 years and my cousins in Hull visit often but the whole "Tell them you're going to Ottawa" has gotten old and terribly annoying. Plus, I think he's maybe jinxed any possibility of my going to Ottawa by continually saying "You're going to Ottawa". I usually don't make decisions when I'm being forced to choose one without having thought of which to choose beforehand and if I'm being told to choose B over A I look at A more than B usually.
In interesting news, I installed the new ADSL....It's insanely fast! (50+KB/sec to about 100KB/sec or more sometimes. Compared to 10KB/sec to 20KB/sec with Cable) But we need a new wireless router. Eh. I'll use the cable for the wireless until we cancel it.
Called my mom's friends yesterday--Pat (there's two. one here, one in Montréal. Mind, before we moved both lived in Montréal. ha.), Jennifer and my godmum and my godfather too. Told them the news and many of them await my visit and/or return to Montréal. Found out Jennifer is not only an English Secondary teacher but an IB English teacher. (...hm.) and if I live with my Godmum, I'd need a car. Turns out she's further out than I thought. Aie. (I mean, St Lazare is far/close to Hudson, but you'd have to drive to Hudson to catch the commuter train...see map. Hudson is on the Dorion-Rigaud line which goes out to Rigaud, Qc...near the Ontario boarder) However, she's going to call a friend of hers whose daughter is coming out here for her Law degree to see if I can stay with her or if she has other people to recommend. Other than that much talk involving "Omygoodness, I can't believe it's that time for you already!" and how proud mum would be and such and how it would be nice for me to visit. And judging from what my godmum told me, mum was a much greater writer than I initially thought.
Oh and I had an interesting conversation with my godmum (who surprise! Is also a Secondary-level English teacher *laughs*) about Alberta's Immersion programme as she was curious about my practising my French still and such. She had a good laugh about how there's only one French bookstore in Calgary and explained that if I decided to go back to Montreal, I'd be in for a shock with the spoken French and that I'd have to re-adjust and such.
Also, my godfather Uncle 'Kingston' (totally not his name as Kingston was what I thought his name was. But after 15 yrs he's used to it) wins. :D
Since I was in a bleh and moody all weekend, I neglected my homework and just remembered after listening to the Flames game that hey, I have 30 definitions to do for Social tomorrow. So, if I finish 20 or 25 tonight (I have 3 done), I can do the remaining 5 during spare. Procrastination...I hate it alot. And I'm at a 65% in Math...and that's because the Unit test was weighted 12 instead of the usual 6. Should talk to Poirier about where my mark is in Social because I bet it's autrocious right now too. And I must talk to Ms Espevidt(?) tomorrow about CALM online.
And my dad's at it again.
He's trying to influence where I go now. He's been pushing for Ottawa (well, because my auntie's there.) and saying for me to send in my reply now and suchnot and told me to tell friends that I was calling yesterday in Montreal that I was going to Ottawa and not Concordia. He's justified, yes. I mean, Ottawa has my aunt, who has a house, who worked at the UofO for 20-30 years and my cousins in Hull visit often but the whole "Tell them you're going to Ottawa" has gotten old and terribly annoying. Plus, I think he's maybe jinxed any possibility of my going to Ottawa by continually saying "You're going to Ottawa". I usually don't make decisions when I'm being forced to choose one without having thought of which to choose beforehand and if I'm being told to choose B over A I look at A more than B usually.
In interesting news, I installed the new ADSL....It's insanely fast! (50+KB/sec to about 100KB/sec or more sometimes. Compared to 10KB/sec to 20KB/sec with Cable) But we need a new wireless router. Eh. I'll use the cable for the wireless until we cancel it.
vendredi, avril 21, 2006
Life throws you the strangest signs...
So, I went to Chapters to avoid becoming insane from staying in this house and I picked up a book that perhaps a few years ago I never thought I would go near even if my life depended on it. Hell, go back a few years and had this been out and I even touched it, I'd be questioning my sanity.
I decided to woefully trek to the graphic novel section and I looked, spotted V for Vandetta then, another, small, book with a 'Eisner Award Winner' stuck up in the corner.
It's called Mom's Cancer by Brian Fies.
I don't know what compelled me to buy it but when my eyes kinda fell upon the book it's like my body shut down and I was reaching for it without actually reaching for it. (subconciously?) I don't know. I just picked it up and read it through and walked to the counter to pay for it. (19$) And so now it's sitting here staring back at me and it's like...
It's about a family dealing with a family member--the mother--having cancer and the effects it has on them all with a bit of odd humour here and there.
In other odd news, while at chapters, I had something to eat at Starbucks and I saw a lady walk by in red open-back shoes. Shoes that my mom had purchased years ago from Winners and only wore a few times and I think we gave away not too long ago or something.
I don't know what's up but if this is some sort of 'Show Amlaké signs of all sorts' day it's done a good job of putting it in my face.
So far with what I've read, I'm curious a bit what it was like for everyone else. Most of the stuff in here parallels what happened here...to an extent. I wasn't as involved as this family was. Everyone else was, but for personal reasons I chose not to know the rest.
Perhaps because grad's coming up, I'm feeling lonely. In my naïve "All will be well and she'll live" state as a kid, I talked to mum about Jr High grad and High School grad and she told me we could go out and look at dresses and shoes and jewlewry, and all that stuff my friends have been doing with their moms, together and such not and that she'd be at grad and such.
Wow.
While every other Gr 12 stresses about if their dresses will come in, if they've got that hair appointment, that nail appointment, that makeup appointment booked, if they've got a date, aftergrad, grad itself; I'm sitting here asking myself why am I so alone? How come I have no mum anymore? Who dealt me this hand and can I knock the wind out of him/her? Why is it the ones I'd like to talk to are busy with thier own lives, or are just too busy to pay attention to what I have to say?
All this from a book and thensome. People, I shouldn't be resorting to typing this all up in a blog you know. Last I checked, I was supposed to talk to humans verbally not via bits of HTML and CSS. I should get an F in communications.
*munches on Lemon-Raspberry cake*
I decided to woefully trek to the graphic novel section and I looked, spotted V for Vandetta then, another, small, book with a 'Eisner Award Winner' stuck up in the corner.
It's called Mom's Cancer by Brian Fies.
I don't know what compelled me to buy it but when my eyes kinda fell upon the book it's like my body shut down and I was reaching for it without actually reaching for it. (subconciously?) I don't know. I just picked it up and read it through and walked to the counter to pay for it. (19$) And so now it's sitting here staring back at me and it's like...
It's about a family dealing with a family member--the mother--having cancer and the effects it has on them all with a bit of odd humour here and there.
In other odd news, while at chapters, I had something to eat at Starbucks and I saw a lady walk by in red open-back shoes. Shoes that my mom had purchased years ago from Winners and only wore a few times and I think we gave away not too long ago or something.
I don't know what's up but if this is some sort of 'Show Amlaké signs of all sorts' day it's done a good job of putting it in my face.
So far with what I've read, I'm curious a bit what it was like for everyone else. Most of the stuff in here parallels what happened here...to an extent. I wasn't as involved as this family was. Everyone else was, but for personal reasons I chose not to know the rest.
Perhaps because grad's coming up, I'm feeling lonely. In my naïve "All will be well and she'll live" state as a kid, I talked to mum about Jr High grad and High School grad and she told me we could go out and look at dresses and shoes and jewlewry, and all that stuff my friends have been doing with their moms, together and such not and that she'd be at grad and such.
Wow.
While every other Gr 12 stresses about if their dresses will come in, if they've got that hair appointment, that nail appointment, that makeup appointment booked, if they've got a date, aftergrad, grad itself; I'm sitting here asking myself why am I so alone? How come I have no mum anymore? Who dealt me this hand and can I knock the wind out of him/her? Why is it the ones I'd like to talk to are busy with thier own lives, or are just too busy to pay attention to what I have to say?
All this from a book and thensome. People, I shouldn't be resorting to typing this all up in a blog you know. Last I checked, I was supposed to talk to humans verbally not via bits of HTML and CSS. I should get an F in communications.
*munches on Lemon-Raspberry cake*
To sum up this week,
I fear I might be sick, I'm a terrible daughter and I want my mum back and I dont think I want to go to grad.
That is all.
I'll go and make myself some eggs and spring rolls now.
That is all.
I'll go and make myself some eggs and spring rolls now.
jeudi, avril 20, 2006
Infoman's season finale was gold. Except for MC Gilles' music thing...
Still reeling a bit from this earlier. But I suppose it's legit for me to worry that had this not been a rumour my best friend's life could have been in serious danger. Worse-case scenario she could've been dead. Pah. I'm going to go grey again, just watch. I'm such a mum/worrywort. Alright. Happy non-my best friend could've been killed today or her classmates killed thoughts. None. Nope.
*faceplants into laptop* ahem. Actually, it's pretty darn difficult to get rid of the thought that "Hey, my best friend could've been shot and perhaps killed today". Bloody hell. I can feel my hair going a shade lighter.
Question: Should I be worrying over this so much?
And I need to gather about 6+ other people to help ressurect this Music Yearbook. Geezus. We scheduled meetings on days people said they could make and only 2 Gr 10s ever showed up and we never talked to the Gr 10 class. I honestly wanted to say that two classes ago. Mehr. I'll talk to KT. Sammie, Meghan and the bunch of us that had per 4 spare last year all hoped that this could continue for a while.
Props to KT for her bringing it back to the table. (Considering she and I were the two Gr 11s working with the Gr 12s on it extensively)
FACT ABOUT DEBATE: Unbeknownst to me for the last year and a half, I'm actually one of the (minor) assisstant coaches for the Debate Union.
I honestly did not know that. I was filling out the Citizenship Award nomination form and I asked Poirier about hours and if I should put down 'camerawoman' or something and he said to put down 'Asst. Coach' and I went 'What?'.
And er-- Will (or 'Wyll' is it now?) half-stoned/high today, not very...captain-ish of him. But that's just me and I think 90% of my Math Applied class was missing because of that 4/20 thing.
Still reeling a bit from this earlier. But I suppose it's legit for me to worry that had this not been a rumour my best friend's life could have been in serious danger. Worse-case scenario she could've been dead. Pah. I'm going to go grey again, just watch. I'm such a mum/worrywort. Alright. Happy non-my best friend could've been killed today or her classmates killed thoughts. None. Nope.
*faceplants into laptop* ahem. Actually, it's pretty darn difficult to get rid of the thought that "Hey, my best friend could've been shot and perhaps killed today". Bloody hell. I can feel my hair going a shade lighter.
Question: Should I be worrying over this so much?
And I need to gather about 6+ other people to help ressurect this Music Yearbook. Geezus. We scheduled meetings on days people said they could make and only 2 Gr 10s ever showed up and we never talked to the Gr 10 class. I honestly wanted to say that two classes ago. Mehr. I'll talk to KT. Sammie, Meghan and the bunch of us that had per 4 spare last year all hoped that this could continue for a while.
Props to KT for her bringing it back to the table. (Considering she and I were the two Gr 11s working with the Gr 12s on it extensively)
FACT ABOUT DEBATE: Unbeknownst to me for the last year and a half, I'm actually one of the (minor) assisstant coaches for the Debate Union.
I honestly did not know that. I was filling out the Citizenship Award nomination form and I asked Poirier about hours and if I should put down 'camerawoman' or something and he said to put down 'Asst. Coach' and I went 'What?'.
And er-- Will (or 'Wyll' is it now?) half-stoned/high today, not very...captain-ish of him. But that's just me and I think 90% of my Math Applied class was missing because of that 4/20 thing.
So someone at Western decided to try and pull a Columbine
Worth watching the 6pm News guys. (If they cover it, which they should. Because, this is pretty serious)
EDIT: Western's site. (here) Click the notice.
Talking to Vanccie and there was a rumour flying that someone was going to shoot some students today. However, said rumour was false and as the rumour spread pretty far most of the school was absent today and the school admin was made aware of the threat and police and ivestigators and the whole shabang came and happened. Students interviewed, suspect site hacked etc. and checking for the supposed hitlist of those the suspect would go after, parents were called and such.
Needless to say, I my heart sank and I was worried but I'm so glad nothing happened. I'm so relieved.
Hm. I think that shaved a few years off. Like...8? 10?
In other news, I'm in trouble for grad from dad. Hopefully to save this house from going kablooey and destroying everything within a 3-mile radius, I'll shelve out another 55$ (spent 220$ already) and try and buy another ticket tomorrow. Doubt it's possible...And yes, I've been buying all my stuff for grad. *shrugs* Not expecting to be paid back by anyone really.
And my dad had told me previously that he was not going to be involved in my grad nor come at all and he's done another 360 and is back in hate-hate mode claiming he never said any of that and calling me stuff in foreign languages and since my glasses were off he was either pointing at me or...something...my vision's gotten progressively worse I can't see much without my glasses.
Anyway, I'm going to attempt to start homework after all of this. *sigh*
EDIT: Western's site. (here) Click the notice.
Talking to Vanccie and there was a rumour flying that someone was going to shoot some students today. However, said rumour was false and as the rumour spread pretty far most of the school was absent today and the school admin was made aware of the threat and police and ivestigators and the whole shabang came and happened. Students interviewed, suspect site hacked etc. and checking for the supposed hitlist of those the suspect would go after, parents were called and such.
Needless to say, I my heart sank and I was worried but I'm so glad nothing happened. I'm so relieved.
Hm. I think that shaved a few years off. Like...8? 10?
In other news, I'm in trouble for grad from dad. Hopefully to save this house from going kablooey and destroying everything within a 3-mile radius, I'll shelve out another 55$ (spent 220$ already) and try and buy another ticket tomorrow. Doubt it's possible...And yes, I've been buying all my stuff for grad. *shrugs* Not expecting to be paid back by anyone really.
And my dad had told me previously that he was not going to be involved in my grad nor come at all and he's done another 360 and is back in hate-hate mode claiming he never said any of that and calling me stuff in foreign languages and since my glasses were off he was either pointing at me or...something...my vision's gotten progressively worse I can't see much without my glasses.
Anyway, I'm going to attempt to start homework after all of this. *sigh*
mercredi, avril 19, 2006
I was going post an insanely novel-esque length rant about life but I deleted it upon re-reading how...mleh and blegh-stupid and just how perhaps no one would understand my terrible and dying English. So,
I need to sit down and write down a list of all the things I still need to hand in for Social and English and debate how I should tackle them all. Speaking of English, I hate it and I'm begining to hate Band too...a class I usually can barely wait to get to.
Had a Unit test on Vectors in Math this morning and I think I saved myself from bombing it by asking Mr McKnight if I had to give the compass directions for the bearings too. (Bearings - N56°W.)
And I saw a brown-ish van parked across from our house and for a brief moment I thought it could be my brother! But sadly, it wasn't and I just went in and sat about thinking about how lonely it is in my house is 95%/all the time. (The last time my brother pulled a SUPRISE! I drove 9hrs to come and see you! stunt was in 1999. Needless to say, mum was not amused but later was all 'Pah. w/e' and let him stay a bit. )
Oh and Mike, I'm listening to my crazy Japanese music and I'm a bit happier. :)
EDIT
Apparently my name is so illegible that on the receipt I got for the grad tickets it says 'Amlailé Tedlia-Digaf' under "Received From". My 'k's don't look like i-l hybrids...the Tedlia is beyond me...
Is cursive handwriting that illegible?
I need to sit down and write down a list of all the things I still need to hand in for Social and English and debate how I should tackle them all. Speaking of English, I hate it and I'm begining to hate Band too...a class I usually can barely wait to get to.
Had a Unit test on Vectors in Math this morning and I think I saved myself from bombing it by asking Mr McKnight if I had to give the compass directions for the bearings too. (Bearings - N56°W.)
And I saw a brown-ish van parked across from our house and for a brief moment I thought it could be my brother! But sadly, it wasn't and I just went in and sat about thinking about how lonely it is in my house is 95%/all the time. (The last time my brother pulled a SUPRISE! I drove 9hrs to come and see you! stunt was in 1999. Needless to say, mum was not amused but later was all 'Pah. w/e' and let him stay a bit. )
Oh and Mike, I'm listening to my crazy Japanese music and I'm a bit happier. :)
EDIT
Apparently my name is so illegible that on the receipt I got for the grad tickets it says 'Amlailé Tedlia-Digaf' under "Received From". My 'k's don't look like i-l hybrids...the Tedlia is beyond me...
Is cursive handwriting that illegible?
dimanche, avril 16, 2006
dumdeedum
I have spent the last few hours working on English, taking naps and being ambushed by the decision-making process of which University to actually go to. It's pretty hard to be one minute trying to type up a good way to describe knavery in Othello then being bombarded with thoughts like: "Montréal or Ottawa? Ste. Cat's or Mrs. Tiggy-Winkles? Mont-Royal or Parliament Hill? The Métro or the O-Train*? Festival Internationale de Jazz de Montréal or the Ottawa Jazz Festival? The Décarie Expressway** or the Queensway?"
Ok. So maybe not all those questions but hopefully you guys get the idea.
*O-Train: Ottawa's LRT system. The cars look like bullet trains and they're red-white...and they're using pre-existing rail lines. *nods* I think I remember hearing that they were trying to expand the network towards the VIA Rail station. Either that or it was the airport...Or something. The University of Ottawa perhaps? Carlton?
Mind, the AMT's commuter trains' in Montréal front engines FINALLY got replaced to much much much more quieter engines that have bullet-train-like fronts. I remember whenever the trains came in it'd be like: "(Insert LOUD LOUD rumbling noise here)" when they left the platform. Incredibly loud and earth-shaking almost. I remember that they were loud enough that you couldn't hear the person trying to speak to you because the engines had a low-toned and very loud sound The other LRT-esque commuter trains have always been quiet.
Well, not earth-shaking but they were pretty loud and rumbly.
**The term "Expressway" should be used loosely here. During rush hour the below street-level (6-7 or 8-10ft?) highway is just big long....clog. (Well, people going to the bridges that lead off the island) However, post-rush hour, it is considered an Expressway because on street level, on either side of the expressway pit there's Rue Décarie and on a street there's lights. On the Expressway there isn't. :)
I'll need to put some time aside and write out the pros and cons of each city. Oi.
And apparently the new Métro cars' engines don't do the incredibly awesome 'doo-doo-dooooo!' sound anymore when they leave the station. I am not amused. (Though, it's just a rumour *shrugs*) The cool old-style seats were replaced with "graffiti-deterrent" colours which would make Jean-Drapeau -if he liked the M73's colours- roll about his grave---
I dislike English projects btw. Actually, English is my least favorite course now. Dumdeedum
BTW, should I seek medical attention if I've been browsing about the Métro de Montréal site too much? :D
Ok. So maybe not all those questions but hopefully you guys get the idea.
*O-Train: Ottawa's LRT system. The cars look like bullet trains and they're red-white...and they're using pre-existing rail lines. *nods* I think I remember hearing that they were trying to expand the network towards the VIA Rail station. Either that or it was the airport...Or something. The University of Ottawa perhaps? Carlton?
Mind, the AMT's commuter trains' in Montréal front engines FINALLY got replaced to much much much more quieter engines that have bullet-train-like fronts. I remember whenever the trains came in it'd be like: "(Insert LOUD LOUD rumbling noise here)" when they left the platform. Incredibly loud and earth-shaking almost. I remember that they were loud enough that you couldn't hear the person trying to speak to you because the engines had a low-toned and very loud sound The other LRT-esque commuter trains have always been quiet.
Well, not earth-shaking but they were pretty loud and rumbly.
**The term "Expressway" should be used loosely here. During rush hour the below street-level (6-7 or 8-10ft?) highway is just big long....clog. (Well, people going to the bridges that lead off the island) However, post-rush hour, it is considered an Expressway because on street level, on either side of the expressway pit there's Rue Décarie and on a street there's lights. On the Expressway there isn't. :)
I'll need to put some time aside and write out the pros and cons of each city. Oi.
And apparently the new Métro cars' engines don't do the incredibly awesome 'doo-doo-dooooo!' sound anymore when they leave the station. I am not amused. (Though, it's just a rumour *shrugs*) The cool old-style seats were replaced with "graffiti-deterrent" colours which would make Jean-Drapeau -if he liked the M73's colours- roll about his grave---
I dislike English projects btw. Actually, English is my least favorite course now. Dumdeedum
BTW, should I seek medical attention if I've been browsing about the Métro de Montréal site too much? :D
vendredi, avril 14, 2006
Video games can be fun
So video games can be quite fun, I've concluded.
Kingdom Hearts II is pretty much a fantastic game. The story's mind boggling (and it goes from happy-happy to progressively sadder and darker) and the characters are fun and cool and it's fun to play. (Oh and Kingdom Hearts is also co-done with Disney so there's alot of Disney characters who appear throughout the game. Your main two party members are Donald and Goofy and Mickey gets his coolness factor rising a hundredfold. He's like, a King and he fights etc.
Some worlds are based off of disney movies, others are totally original and I think there's one based on Pirates of the Carribean and you get to work with one of the characters from the movie. The level I'm at, you work with Mulan who's trying to be a soldier and such like in the movie. There is an original story, with original characters not made by Disney too who are also a part of the main group of characters. Yup.)
Oh and I got a nice little gift from Vanccie and her friend Christina of my favorite character from a really neat series called the Fullmetal Alchemist. So that was nice of them to give me that. I shall put it on my bookshelf along with my other figures. :)
Basically, as I have not played a video game in eons, I feel happy after this pretty much disasterous week of drama, drama and more drama which was still, a pretty bad week. (Save for the "You've been accepted to OTTAWA. Celebrate!" news)
Kingdom Hearts II is pretty much a fantastic game. The story's mind boggling (and it goes from happy-happy to progressively sadder and darker) and the characters are fun and cool and it's fun to play. (Oh and Kingdom Hearts is also co-done with Disney so there's alot of Disney characters who appear throughout the game. Your main two party members are Donald and Goofy and Mickey gets his coolness factor rising a hundredfold. He's like, a King and he fights etc.
Some worlds are based off of disney movies, others are totally original and I think there's one based on Pirates of the Carribean and you get to work with one of the characters from the movie. The level I'm at, you work with Mulan who's trying to be a soldier and such like in the movie. There is an original story, with original characters not made by Disney too who are also a part of the main group of characters. Yup.)
Oh and I got a nice little gift from Vanccie and her friend Christina of my favorite character from a really neat series called the Fullmetal Alchemist. So that was nice of them to give me that. I shall put it on my bookshelf along with my other figures. :)
Basically, as I have not played a video game in eons, I feel happy after this pretty much disasterous week of drama, drama and more drama which was still, a pretty bad week. (Save for the "You've been accepted to OTTAWA. Celebrate!" news)
Hey 100 posts. Yay.
I'll probably speak about this week later...first interesting news du jour...
Harper's writing a book about the history of hockey? What?
Or well, due his duties as PM it'll take a while to publish because he's super-busy, but eh? BTW, I'm liking his little theory on the playoffs. Except, the Senators have been so riddled with injuries that their chances of going far have dimmed quite alot...unless the huge chunk of their team that's out will be coming back soon...Anyway, here's the article:
I'll probably speak about this week later...first interesting news du jour...
Harper's writing a book about the history of hockey? What?
Or well, due his duties as PM it'll take a while to publish because he's super-busy, but eh? BTW, I'm liking his little theory on the playoffs. Except, the Senators have been so riddled with injuries that their chances of going far have dimmed quite alot...unless the huge chunk of their team that's out will be coming back soon...Anyway, here's the article:
PM's hockey book shut out by job duties
Prime Minister Stephen Harper, who is writing a book on the history of hockey, indulged his love of the sport Thursday by attending an NHL game in Calgary.
Harper, accompanied by his nine-year-old son Ben, watched as the Calgary Flames secured a playoff spot in the league's Northwest Division.
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| Prime Minister Stephen Harper and his son, Ben, watch the Calgary Flames defeat the Colorado Avalanche on Thursday. (Jeff McIntosh/Canadian Press) |
He said his book, which details "aspects of early professional hockey in the city of Toronto," has suffered since his Conservative party won the federal election in January.
"My original plan was to have that published by the end of this year, but I have to admit, that since Jan. 23, I've been spending a little less time on it than before, so we'll see," he said.
- FROM CBC SPORTS ONLINE: Flames blank Avalanche; clinch division title
Harper said he's written about hockey for years now, using it as "an escape from the pressures of the job."
"I've had an interest in hockey history for some years, since I was a boy," he said.
The Prime Minister refused to predict which team might win the Stanley Cup, joking that hockey predictions could get him into more trouble than politics. However, Harper did say he likes the chances of both Calgary and the Ottawa Senators.
mercredi, avril 12, 2006
So, er--
I think group projects have become my enemy again. The drama seems 'solved' at the moment, I'm not going to go into it now however, the drama did bother me enough that I wish I had...laser vision to burn up the Small Ensemble music and the aspect of group projects and that I ended up skipping most of Band.....and me=not a skipper. (Even though since the Gr 12s showed me last year I had been quite excited to start but er---the events in recent days have somewhat tarnished my excitement. Meh. It's like Jr High all over again being the odd-one out. Oh well. Bass Clarinet player for hire! Will play any Small Ensemble music. Perhaps I should make a sign like that) Actually, I'm still confused why people were mad at me today too. *shrugs*
Then again, group projects are like a core part of the learning experience in University.
And yay Vanccie's on Friday~! Yay happy outlook on future! :D
*ahem*...
I shall go make myself some supper.
I think group projects have become my enemy again. The drama seems 'solved' at the moment, I'm not going to go into it now however, the drama did bother me enough that I wish I had...laser vision to burn up the Small Ensemble music and the aspect of group projects and that I ended up skipping most of Band.....and me=not a skipper. (Even though since the Gr 12s showed me last year I had been quite excited to start but er---the events in recent days have somewhat tarnished my excitement. Meh. It's like Jr High all over again being the odd-one out. Oh well. Bass Clarinet player for hire! Will play any Small Ensemble music. Perhaps I should make a sign like that) Actually, I'm still confused why people were mad at me today too. *shrugs*
Then again, group projects are like a core part of the learning experience in University.
And yay Vanccie's on Friday~! Yay happy outlook on future! :D
*ahem*...
I shall go make myself some supper.
mardi, avril 11, 2006
Emo? I know not the meaning of the word...
SO, that emoness I mentioned earlier? Gone. Kaboom. Woosh. Poof. etc. etc. etc.
So I did a similar thing like what I did with Concordia and went and checked my infoweb account and it says that I've been accepted to the University of Ottawa's Sociology programme. Very happy.
Now I have some long deliberation to do. Haha...should be fun...
*spins around in swivel chair*
Ah- wheee :D
So I did a similar thing like what I did with Concordia and went and checked my infoweb account and it says that I've been accepted to the University of Ottawa's Sociology programme. Very happy.
Now I have some long deliberation to do. Haha...should be fun...
*spins around in swivel chair*
Ah- wheee :D
Emo? Me? Nahh.
SO,
Skip over the blah-terrible-and-need-not-be-repeated stuff to the good stuff!
Okay, I'll start with semi-bad stuff.
I think someone broke into our car in broad daylight yesterday evening because yesterday my dad came upstairs and asked for some scissors and tape and I went out this morning and saw that the passenger side window was covered with a plastic bag. So...hm. That would be the second time this has happened too. Last time it was some teens who broke into three cars on my street (I have a sneaking suspicion who they were) and one smashed the entire back window or front window of our old Oldsmobile (...no pun lol) and our CD player system was stolen and our neighbour two houses up got her driver's side window smashed in and another fellow got two windows smashed in.
So now, my dad has a courtesy car. Toyota (?) Echo I think...It's pretty...short. Length-wise. (Our Intrepid's long) And today's DOSE is interesting "IF THE FRENCH CAN DO IT, SO CAN WE! How to topple a government in under 5 steps".
The good stuff after all the bad-terrible-stuff-that-I-wont-talk-about I got the paper Conditional Acceptance form from Concordia and I'm slightly happier. I would like to hear from Ottawa even though I've got my mind set on Montréal, Montréal, Montréal. And since I don't want to go use an outdated Calendar (Mind I doubt the new 2006-07 version has many changes), I'll give my dad's friend --the Assistant-Prof--- @ Concordia a call to see if he's willing to send me over a copy of this year's calendar....mind, I suppose it'd be better to use the one in Guidance. They just gave me a "Show this card to get your Calendar please" card which is pretty useless because I'm here and Concordia's over there.
I think I'll give the Montréalers a call starting tonight with...my cousin (we have the same godmum). And then work my way from there.
Oh and Jamaica and the USA are having a friendly (soccer) match right now...I think we(Jamaica) will get pwned....unless the US sent a low-par team. Maybe the Reggae Boyz will stun them and I'll be happy. (US is ranked 6th or 7th in world for some....really really wierd reason.) And for the sake of the African teams during the world cup in June/July who got seeded into tough tough groups, I'll cheer for them too because the African teams are the underdogs and France...because I like France (Les Bleus) and Holland (the Oranje) and if the US make it to the Quarters again I will not be happy. With France in reconstruction mode, I'll be happy if they make it to the Quarters. My dad's just going to cheer for Brazil like he always does...
Speaking of dad, his mood's done a 360°. He's in happy-happy mode. Hm.
EDIT about the match, it's 1-1 and it's apparently total carnage out there ( with 'bodies all over the field' whether that means players on their mark or players getting tackled left right and centre is a total mystery) and the Jamaican goalie is bad in that the blogger says 'kids, this is not how you should goalkeep' (...i'm curious now because I'm a goalie and I'm pretty good) and the US aren't doing as good as they 'usually' do.
Skip over the blah-terrible-and-need-not-be-repeated stuff to the good stuff!
Okay, I'll start with semi-bad stuff.
I think someone broke into our car in broad daylight yesterday evening because yesterday my dad came upstairs and asked for some scissors and tape and I went out this morning and saw that the passenger side window was covered with a plastic bag. So...hm. That would be the second time this has happened too. Last time it was some teens who broke into three cars on my street (I have a sneaking suspicion who they were) and one smashed the entire back window or front window of our old Oldsmobile (...no pun lol) and our CD player system was stolen and our neighbour two houses up got her driver's side window smashed in and another fellow got two windows smashed in.
So now, my dad has a courtesy car. Toyota (?) Echo I think...It's pretty...short. Length-wise. (Our Intrepid's long) And today's DOSE is interesting "IF THE FRENCH CAN DO IT, SO CAN WE! How to topple a government in under 5 steps".
The good stuff after all the bad-terrible-stuff-that-I-wont-talk-about I got the paper Conditional Acceptance form from Concordia and I'm slightly happier. I would like to hear from Ottawa even though I've got my mind set on Montréal, Montréal, Montréal. And since I don't want to go use an outdated Calendar (Mind I doubt the new 2006-07 version has many changes), I'll give my dad's friend --the Assistant-Prof--- @ Concordia a call to see if he's willing to send me over a copy of this year's calendar....mind, I suppose it'd be better to use the one in Guidance. They just gave me a "Show this card to get your Calendar please" card which is pretty useless because I'm here and Concordia's over there.
I think I'll give the Montréalers a call starting tonight with...my cousin (we have the same godmum). And then work my way from there.
Oh and Jamaica and the USA are having a friendly (soccer) match right now...I think we(Jamaica) will get pwned....unless the US sent a low-par team. Maybe the Reggae Boyz will stun them and I'll be happy. (US is ranked 6th or 7th in world for some....really really wierd reason.) And for the sake of the African teams during the world cup in June/July who got seeded into tough tough groups, I'll cheer for them too because the African teams are the underdogs and France...because I like France (Les Bleus) and Holland (the Oranje) and if the US make it to the Quarters again I will not be happy. With France in reconstruction mode, I'll be happy if they make it to the Quarters. My dad's just going to cheer for Brazil like he always does...
Speaking of dad, his mood's done a 360°. He's in happy-happy mode. Hm.
EDIT about the match, it's 1-1 and it's apparently total carnage out there ( with 'bodies all over the field' whether that means players on their mark or players getting tackled left right and centre is a total mystery) and the Jamaican goalie is bad in that the blogger says 'kids, this is not how you should goalkeep' (...i'm curious now because I'm a goalie and I'm pretty good) and the US aren't doing as good as they 'usually' do.
lundi, avril 10, 2006
news flash, " Life's good, I swear!"
life, kind of sucks and it looks like my grad is going to join the 'things about life that suck' pile soon and I was hoping it wouldn't.
It seems to be a reoccuring pattern these days;
I find something to be happy about, something or someone comes along and ruins it. Repeat as many times as humanly possible etc. etc.
comme la vie se complique...
C'est écoeurant...oi. Oh and back is still in pain. Ow. I'll be happy when Friday rolls around. Apparently Vanccie and Christie got me a little gift. Yay.
And I think things would be infinitely better if one of my brothers came...but they're both busy. He gets along better with them than me.
It seems to be a reoccuring pattern these days;
I find something to be happy about, something or someone comes along and ruins it. Repeat as many times as humanly possible etc. etc.
comme la vie se complique...
C'est écoeurant...oi. Oh and back is still in pain. Ow. I'll be happy when Friday rolls around. Apparently Vanccie and Christie got me a little gift. Yay.
And I think things would be infinitely better if one of my brothers came...but they're both busy. He gets along better with them than me.
dimanche, avril 09, 2006
Oh joy...
My dad seems to have the maturity of a 6-yr old.
And it's not doing wonders for grad. *fumes*
In a nutshell;
Telling your parent that "They have been chosen/invited" to come to your grad is blasphemous and therefore you deserve to be told off and called stuff and be accused of being a racist and not be allowed to have your say........or so, that's how it works with my dad.
(Being accused of being a racist because supposedly I don't want him "around my rich white friends"....'What the hell' is right because a) I'm 99.9% of the time the minority at school, which is fine b) my best friend is chinese c) everyone I know and have met in Calgary isn't black and d) though I do know a girl in gr 10 from 9 yrs ago who's black, the other two black guys at the school are gangstablingbling types and e)....am i supposed to be concious of what ethnicity my friends are? I thought that only happened in the US or something....oh and f) the only 'rich white person' i know insults mr mcknight and is a spoiled brat and expects everything to be handed to her spoonfed to her mouth. She says she doesn't understand the material taught but that's because she doesn't take notes and talks all the time...pff.)
How I can tolerate this is a mystery. A total and complete mystery. So mysterious not even the great Sherlock Holmes could solve it. And no, getting a word through to him through his barrage of words is next to impossible as he's established to himself that I'm a liar so I can tell him the truth but he won't believe it.
Wait, mum was super-tolerant...maybe that's why. ok. fine with me.
And I have a back pain that nearly has me as doubled over as those wooden figurines in the Motrin MD commercials....aaand I'm hungry and want to make eggs. However, there are no eggs. I could make tortilini but I would like eggs instead. I'll come up with something.
Essay is far from finished. Er...life is good?
I'll go call my brother in LA to tell him I got into a University. Maybe my inner-child can out for a bit before bedtime.
And it's not doing wonders for grad. *fumes*
In a nutshell;
Telling your parent that "They have been chosen/invited" to come to your grad is blasphemous and therefore you deserve to be told off and called stuff and be accused of being a racist and not be allowed to have your say........or so, that's how it works with my dad.
(Being accused of being a racist because supposedly I don't want him "around my rich white friends"....'What the hell' is right because a) I'm 99.9% of the time the minority at school, which is fine b) my best friend is chinese c) everyone I know and have met in Calgary isn't black and d) though I do know a girl in gr 10 from 9 yrs ago who's black, the other two black guys at the school are gangstablingbling types and e)....am i supposed to be concious of what ethnicity my friends are? I thought that only happened in the US or something....oh and f) the only 'rich white person' i know insults mr mcknight and is a spoiled brat and expects everything to be handed to her spoonfed to her mouth. She says she doesn't understand the material taught but that's because she doesn't take notes and talks all the time...pff.)
How I can tolerate this is a mystery. A total and complete mystery. So mysterious not even the great Sherlock Holmes could solve it. And no, getting a word through to him through his barrage of words is next to impossible as he's established to himself that I'm a liar so I can tell him the truth but he won't believe it.
Wait, mum was super-tolerant...maybe that's why. ok. fine with me.
And I have a back pain that nearly has me as doubled over as those wooden figurines in the Motrin MD commercials....aaand I'm hungry and want to make eggs. However, there are no eggs. I could make tortilini but I would like eggs instead. I'll come up with something.
Essay is far from finished. Er...life is good?
I'll go call my brother in LA to tell him I got into a University. Maybe my inner-child can out for a bit before bedtime.
I just realized something...
We didn't go for dimsum! *GASP*
...hm.
Mind, me and my mom's friend barely had time and I think we both forgot but that's ok!
We now bring you back to your regularly scheduled programming.
...hm.
Mind, me and my mom's friend barely had time and I think we both forgot but that's ok!
We now bring you back to your regularly scheduled programming.
So, has anyone's parents' gone and overreacted and treated the phrase "I'd like to live on residence" and promptly conclude that the fact you want to go to a University far away like you're denying that you're their kid and you want to be around them? (and other complicated banter)
Here I was thinking it would be smoother sailing from here till August. Guess not. And I think my grad's been slightly ruined but that's fine. Anything can happen from now till May so it may not all be lost I guess. *shrugs*
Oh and I got my grad dress today. It was a neat deal and it looks very nice.
BTW, I dislike English essays where the topics are purely...dumb? And I'm alright, just wishing it was easier to explain things to some people without them taking it the entirely wrong way and blowing it totally out of proportion.
In interesting news, my mom's friend suggests during the summer we go shopping for "University clothes" so I can look like a Montrealer at least. The first item we got yesterday was a neon-ish pink raincoat and it's really nice...just neon-ish pink, but nice. :)
Here I was thinking it would be smoother sailing from here till August. Guess not. And I think my grad's been slightly ruined but that's fine. Anything can happen from now till May so it may not all be lost I guess. *shrugs*
Oh and I got my grad dress today. It was a neat deal and it looks very nice.
BTW, I dislike English essays where the topics are purely...dumb? And I'm alright, just wishing it was easier to explain things to some people without them taking it the entirely wrong way and blowing it totally out of proportion.
In interesting news, my mom's friend suggests during the summer we go shopping for "University clothes" so I can look like a Montrealer at least. The first item we got yesterday was a neon-ish pink raincoat and it's really nice...just neon-ish pink, but nice. :)
jeudi, avril 06, 2006
Oh wikipedia...
- Calgary Transit also has an effective system of buses, with routes stretching over the whole city. It has won several prestigious awards for its efficiency and its environmental responsibility. It consists of over 160 bus routes and three C-Train lines (two routes), stretching over 4,500 km.
....
So, quite obviously this fellow(s) must've never taken a C-Train or a bus before...Hm.
And where did that efficiency award come from and when was it awarded?
BTW on Infoman tonight, Jean-René was looking for possible political figures to replace Paul Martin in the show's opening video (Martin is seen holding a sign---replacing Chretien who did the exact same thing in the earlier seasons---that reads "OTTAWA" and he hitchikes a ride from Jean-René in the Infomanmobile). First candidate was Michaëlle Jean who refused, then John Gomery who also refused and finally one of the finalists, péquiste leader André Boisclair agreed that if he was selected he would gladly do so as long as he didn't have to do the same thing Charest does in the video where he's hiding behind a door from Jean-René. (Oh and Harper's in the video too. He gets a mic dropped into his glass of water)
(And apparently someone collapsed during the discours du thrône.)
And Jean-René explores how biathalon can be made into a more exciting sport....by er---showing a video of the biathaletes not shooting the targets but uhm, shooting each other? It gets to the point where one of the biathletes grabs a bazooka. I think it's one of those internet joke videos. It's a bit "What in the world--?!" but I found it, a bit...amusing and crazy.
mercredi, avril 05, 2006
So, being the person I am, since I got the confirmation email I've called my brothers, my aunt and my mom's friend and have gotten a call from her son who's also at Concordia (...3rd yr I think) and a call from my brother in BC's mum. To think, I still have to call people back in Montreal...
However, dad is going around chest-thumping that his parenting methods and yelling and blahblah are to thank for my current success. *sighs*
My apologies to anyone who's getting annoyed with my joyfulness. I'm still way too happy for my own good and have been skipping about the house and earlier I managed to click my heels jumping up the stairs. Had no idea I could do that... And it's wierd, I tell friends about it and somehow this BIG grin appears across my face out of nowhere. It's like an automatic reaction thing.
btw, I don't like English and I don't think it likes me. but, I will attempt to do this essay tonight. I just feel like going out and standing in the drizzle right now. I love rain. :)
However, dad is going around chest-thumping that his parenting methods and yelling and blahblah are to thank for my current success. *sighs*
My apologies to anyone who's getting annoyed with my joyfulness. I'm still way too happy for my own good and have been skipping about the house and earlier I managed to click my heels jumping up the stairs. Had no idea I could do that... And it's wierd, I tell friends about it and somehow this BIG grin appears across my face out of nowhere. It's like an automatic reaction thing.
btw, I don't like English and I don't think it likes me. but, I will attempt to do this essay tonight. I just feel like going out and standing in the drizzle right now. I love rain. :)
lundi, avril 03, 2006
CONCORDIA~
I'm in so much shock right now, I've got this insane-looking grin stretched across my face. (click the picture!)
I'm so much closer to home now! I got Conditional Acceptance to Concordia and I can't stop giggling and crying....it's just so....incredible. This is just the happiest thing to ever happen to me in the last 5 years. It's just....incredible....beautiful even. I just, there's ....no word for it.
None.
Never in the last 5 yrs....never, never, never, never, NEVER have I been this happy.
Mygosh.
(BTW, I know it's conditional. BUT IT'S STILL AN ACCEPTANCE!)
NOTE: I haven't gotten the letter or email yet, (I did get a late 'we're missing documents' letter today but that's late because two days after they're like "Oh, we have them!")
Mygoshmygosh.
:D!!!!
EDIT: Aha! I got the email.
So:
"Successful completion of the requirements for the diploma and maintaining a scholastic level which continues to meet the minimum entry requirements (65% or C+) of the University prior to the commencement of the above-mentioned term"
Wow. *still in shock*
EDIT 2 (7:59PM)
I went to check my McGill account. I got refused. MIND, I was kinda expecting it so it's not as "KABAAAAM! REJECTION" (It's McGill). Actually, it's barely fazed me. ACTUALLY, 3 hours after finding out Concordia and I'm still grinning like an idiot and talking like I was a 6yr old all high pitched and happy-happy like. :D
BTW, I'm going to the Flames game Friday (!!!!!) and having Dimsum and doing more grad dress shopping Saturday. :DDD
dimanche, avril 02, 2006
'There will have to be constitutional changes,' Harper says
Prime Minister Stephen Harper is willing to re-enter debate over the Constitution in order to address concerns across the country, he told CBC News as legislators prepare for Parliament to resume Monday.
*raises an eyebrow*
Should be er-- interesting...I hope he's not going to go around saying "I will not use the non-withstanding clause (NWC) blah blah" again because if he wants to change or ammend the Constitution (by removing or adding something to it etc.) he kind of needs to, no? Unless he's going to try to pass a bill to remove the NWC which would be...absolute bonkers....
*further reads*...CBC's making it seem like he wants to change the constitution. Hm.
Could a minority gov't pull something like that off I wonder. Something to watch I suppose then.
BTW, I woke up at...2:30pm today...I should install the ADSL and finish English. Oh how I'm not liking English right now....(Though, upon further thought, I've never liked English...)
My mom's old Sociology textbook (circa....late-1970s i think) is pretty interesting. And a few months ago I was searching about the basement and got drawn to this box and found a grad photo (b&w) and my mom's diploma from Concordia....before it became Concordia (from Sir George Williams). And my dad has an old Concordia ID card and I found some Concordia cup holders lying around the house...
Could this all be some wierd, yet freakishly prophetic sign of sorts?
Aaaaah!
http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/04/01/klein060401.html
As if tonight's hockey game against Edmonton wasn't enough to nearly endanger my eyebrows from being permanently raised all "w-t-f" like.
Manning...my goodness... Alberta Premier Preston Manning. It's too wierd to think about...
Though for a split second before I read the entire article, I thought "Manning wants to run for the Premiership" was talking about the English Premiership League---the soccer version of the NHL but for England. (That and salary cap is a foreign term. I think most players get 6-figure salaries and up in professional soccer in Europe.)
As if tonight's hockey game against Edmonton wasn't enough to nearly endanger my eyebrows from being permanently raised all "w-t-f" like.
Manning...my goodness... Alberta Premier Preston Manning. It's too wierd to think about...
Though for a split second before I read the entire article, I thought "Manning wants to run for the Premiership" was talking about the English Premiership League---the soccer version of the NHL but for England. (That and salary cap is a foreign term. I think most players get 6-figure salaries and up in professional soccer in Europe.)
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