I can't believe how wonderful my life is going to be. My mom figured out my art problem, and my art career still has hope, although I am going to have to work my ass of. On the plus, I get to do C.A.L.M online.
Okay, back to my major point. My mom's credit is good enough to get a mortgage. She is going to look at showhomes this weekend, which is wonderful. The fact that this family, my family, can go to being bankrupt and not having any credit at all, to being able to purchase a new car and house.
I don't think I know anyone who has quite experienced what I remember happening when I was about eleven. We lived in the shittiest neighbourhood in Calgary Housing, and I had a tiny bedroom with a bed and little else, with a small narrow North facing window that never got any sun. It was just outside of Edgemont. It broke my heart to walk home from the bus stop, past the enormous houses and see the two car garages and thinking that would never be me, and soon it will be!!! I remember in grade 9 design class, Mr Sanden told us to draw the front of our houses, and I couldn't really do it because the front of my house is a door and a window.
And mom agreed to letting me get a dog. I love my cats, but I have the insatiable need for my house to be a managerie, and Mom wanted a dog when we first moved, but the apartment only allowed cats and little rat dogs. Like the evil chihuahua's next door. One is healthy, but yappy and snarly, and the other is sickly and groaney and evil. I want a Basset hound, but any mongrel from the pound will suit me well.
So, in short, my happy future is in the distance, and I can almost touch it. Finally, when I have friends over, I'll have a house I can show them, not a tiny brown apartment next to a cemetary.
Mom, I am so proud of you. You got us through the rough times, and when Meagan and myself were scared when we got evicted, you told us that one day, we would have a house of our own, and now the dream is almost realized. I love you.

He failed me in art. HE FAILED ME IN ART! Fuck, now they're saying I have to repeat art 10, even though I only failed the 3D part. This sets be back a whole year. Plus, I'm going to have to take math 20 and science 20 next summer because I am almost positive I failed science and I'll be in math 10 next year. Then I'll have to take Art 20 sometime, and still fit in social, english, two choir courses, two drama courses, and C.A.L.M. Career and life management my ass! If I don't figure out this art thing, the only thing I would ever consider taking up as a career, I won't be needing C.A.L.M. Somebody make all the idiots in the world go away.

I didn't mean to wince in pain. I didn't mean to let out that involuntary whimper. I'm such a baby.

Aaawww, Finding Nemo was absolutely adorable. Bubbles!

What shall I type about this fine day?
Firstly, Happy 19th Birthday to Lisa Brown...you old, old person you.
Secondly, I want to congratulate Mick and Clare again on bringing a beautiful baby girl into this world. I mean, of all the baby animals, I would say human babies are the ugliest, but Niamh is really cute. No, Anthony, you cannot eat her.
And last but not least, I would like to make a request for all you people in cyberspace taking the time to read my blog. I have an important message for you.
FOR GOD'S SAKE, BE HAPPY! LET THE SADNESS OF THE WORLD MELT AWAY! EMBRACE THE WARMTH, DON'T WALLOW IN SELF-PITY! ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY, BUT OTHERS CAN BE BROUGHT DOWN BY YOUR OVERWHELMING DARKNESS. YAYAY FOR HAPPY!

Yeeha! Happiness is oozing out of my pores!
Mick and Clare had a beautiful baby daughter on June the 9th. Well, when I say Mick and Clare, I mostly mean Clare. She did majority of the work. Her name is Niamh Ella Gumley. It is pronounced Neve, and it is a beautiful Irish name. I'm going to find out what it means right now.
....Okay, it is a myth name. I think she was a princess of the Isles.
Yayay! Congrats, Mick and Clare.