Argh. It makes me so mad.
Life is all around everyone, and they either wallow in hole, asking stupid questions like "Why am I here? What is the meaning of life? My mind is a metaphor." or they throw it all away. And what really annoys me is that when I hang around with people who don't seem to care about their education or whatever, and I feel like I'm out of the loop for actually giving a damn about what the future has in store. Ok, I don't wear black, with dark make-up under my eyes, or wear pink with frilly socks and a shirt from the GAP. Why should I have to feel like I need to look a certain way to hang with certain people? I don't want to hang out with girls who only talk about tripe and gossip, but if I try and make little conversation with them, they look at me as if I've got a third eye or something. And then, when I try and hang with some of my friends, it's like I am a prep just because I attend classes and don't smoke and wear clothes that are run of the mill, instead of being this "I don't care" kind of person. I do care. I do. And just because 17th ave isn't my favourite place in the world-although I heartily enjoy it in small doses-doesn't mean I don't have unique ideas and a commentary for my feelings. I'm had it up to my eyeballs with feeling two different ways around two different people. I'm tired of not being-emo, is it?-enough for some people, and being too weird for the rest. Screw you all. I wash my hands of you. Good ridance to you all.
Except you...you....and you. I like you.

Wow. Just wow.
It was most beautiful, scary, exciting thing I have ever seen and ever will see.
Allegria, Cirque du Soleil, was incredible. I cannot even describe it. All I know is that during the encores, the "Panda Guy" looked right at me, and I waved. He gave me two thumbs up, and I gave him two back. It made my night.
It will live forever in my dreams, and I thoroughly believe in Cirque du Soleil's motto;
Impossible is only a word.

Let's talk seriously for a moment.
Actually, let's not.
Yeah.
That is better.
I am void of you.
I am void of everyone.
I am glad.

God damn it, Anthony! Arrrgh!
Anyroad, tomorrow I am going to my Dad's which is great, because I saw him last Wednesday and I miss him. And on Thursday....*drum roll please*..........CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!!!!!!!! It is going to be an amazing show! Buahahahaha! I can't wait!
Mui. Mui mui mui.

Muahahahaha! I am the cunning Master of Doing Half-Assed Projects and Making Them Look Interesting and Unique. Yes, for all of you internet stalkers who-hopefully-do not see me on a day to day basis, I went around at lunch asking people for hair. And not just for fun! This was for an english project!
I decided to make an attempt to finish a Jane Eyre project for my scrapbook, so I would only be one project behind. I decided that something that happened back in Victorian times was that young ladies would take hair and braid and twist and weave it into intricate patterns of flowers and wreaths. No, really! They have some examples at Herritage Park! Good Hairy Family Fun!
So anyway, I got hair from myself, Karlie, Erin, Lisa, Jon, Ben, Mike, Kathryn, Dillon-who I barely know, but was kind enough to donate to my cause-, Marina, Caitlin, and MRS SEAMAN! A teacher! I was so happy...although, admitedly, the conversation at lunch did start off rather strangely...
"Hi guys. You are all my friends, right? And as such, you want me to get good grades, right?"
"What do you want, Kat?"
"Hair. Please. Um...project with hair."
It was fun. But the people downstairs in the drama pit were not as so kind to help me. Oh well, who needs their stinky drama hair anyway?
Well...I do. It's an ugly hair collage! I mean, I obviously couldn't make flowers out of the stuff, so I just stuck it with masking tape in big clumps. Coolest Jane Eyre project evah.

I have three projects and a book to finish by......tomorrow....
Well shit.
Oh, and my choir project is due on Friday. Ugh. Why, God, why?