I'm Dying! Dying a Thousand Deaths!
Sorry for the drama, but I think I failed my minor. It hurts me inside to know that I screwed up...please....let there be a miracle...let me pass!
Anyway, gotta go, I gotta be up later.
Schnickerfritz didn't come over this weekend *sad face* but she's coming over at some point, so help me God! If I have to drag her here, so be it! She will meet my fish!
Musical Quote of the Day
"I can't see the thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed"
-Our Lady Peace CD: Kitty-Chan Ultra Cute Death Mix Track: 10 Title: Thief
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Something Smells Fishy...
...most likely my new fantail fishes. They are uber cool. One of them is a Black Moor fish, with big buggy eyes. I named him Othello, and the little calico one is named Desdemona. Their love is not as fiery nor as passionate as the actual characters, but I'm sure once they get to know each other, they'll really hit it off. And have fish sex. Ewww.
And thanks to Kari for burning that CD for me. It is entitled "Kitty-Chan Ultra Cute Death Mix" and it makes me happy. Except I labelled the cover wrong and so now, I am confuzzled.
Big test tomorrow, wish me luck!
Musical Quote of the Day
"You're all or not
I don't need what you ain't got"
-Goo Goo Dolls CD: Kitty-Chan Ultra Cute Death Mix Track: 3 Title: Big Machine
...most likely my new fantail fishes. They are uber cool. One of them is a Black Moor fish, with big buggy eyes. I named him Othello, and the little calico one is named Desdemona. Their love is not as fiery nor as passionate as the actual characters, but I'm sure once they get to know each other, they'll really hit it off. And have fish sex. Ewww.
And thanks to Kari for burning that CD for me. It is entitled "Kitty-Chan Ultra Cute Death Mix" and it makes me happy. Except I labelled the cover wrong and so now, I am confuzzled.
Big test tomorrow, wish me luck!
Musical Quote of the Day
"You're all or not
I don't need what you ain't got"
-Goo Goo Dolls CD: Kitty-Chan Ultra Cute Death Mix Track: 3 Title: Big Machine
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Daily Events...
Well, I was running late, as usual. Went to choral, went to english. Then there was a fire drill, and because I had not had time to put my coat away, it was with me in class, so I was warm for the ten minutes or so we were out there. I went and annoyed Kari's little brother, the Brotherling. T'was a stupid electrical malfunction. Anyway, I was glad, because we were doing something stupid in class. And then it was further interrupted for the tutorial on how to use the computer for the diploma (Friday, eeek!) so before I knew it, class was over. Joy! What then? Um...drama. We teched. It was my first time teching and I was very excited, although the booth was rather chilly. I did sound, and it was fun, except the cues were uber-weird, and at first I didn't understand the little dialey thingys...but now I do! Yeah, Rene, it's a really good script, and you are all doing very well, but whatever happened to K.I.S.S? Keep it simple, stupid. No, Rene is not stupid. Everyone is cool.
So then I had a delicious lunch consisting of nothing. Drama again, and the announcements kept coming on, so Matt and I were like "Fuck!" Then art. I've decided that although I don't like the art teacher that much, she seems to rather like me and lets me get away with stuff. Not that I'm abusing the privelage. I mean, I work hard on all my art. I got 90% on the Jasper John's piece, which is the lowest mark I've ever gotten, so I'm not complaining...my surrealism piece is on display in the hall. I really am tremendously proud of it, I got 100%! No, Kari, you cannot have it. It's going on my wall.
Speaking of the Karikins, I wonder if she can download music and burn CDs? I have a blank CD I can give her, and I really want a new mixed CD, with the song "After the fall" by October Project, because it's amazing! I don't like any of there other music, but this song makes me happy. I want to get it on CD and sing it really loudly.
Musical Quote of the Day
"In a city of faces
That never look back
Where doors never open
And eyes never meet
Someone behind me was tracing my steps
As I ran
Through the fog down a cobblestone street"
-October Project CD: Falling Farther In Track: I have no clue! I read about the CD on the internet Title: After the Fall.
Maybe I'll sing it for choral one day...
Well, I was running late, as usual. Went to choral, went to english. Then there was a fire drill, and because I had not had time to put my coat away, it was with me in class, so I was warm for the ten minutes or so we were out there. I went and annoyed Kari's little brother, the Brotherling. T'was a stupid electrical malfunction. Anyway, I was glad, because we were doing something stupid in class. And then it was further interrupted for the tutorial on how to use the computer for the diploma (Friday, eeek!) so before I knew it, class was over. Joy! What then? Um...drama. We teched. It was my first time teching and I was very excited, although the booth was rather chilly. I did sound, and it was fun, except the cues were uber-weird, and at first I didn't understand the little dialey thingys...but now I do! Yeah, Rene, it's a really good script, and you are all doing very well, but whatever happened to K.I.S.S? Keep it simple, stupid. No, Rene is not stupid. Everyone is cool.
So then I had a delicious lunch consisting of nothing. Drama again, and the announcements kept coming on, so Matt and I were like "Fuck!" Then art. I've decided that although I don't like the art teacher that much, she seems to rather like me and lets me get away with stuff. Not that I'm abusing the privelage. I mean, I work hard on all my art. I got 90% on the Jasper John's piece, which is the lowest mark I've ever gotten, so I'm not complaining...my surrealism piece is on display in the hall. I really am tremendously proud of it, I got 100%! No, Kari, you cannot have it. It's going on my wall.
Speaking of the Karikins, I wonder if she can download music and burn CDs? I have a blank CD I can give her, and I really want a new mixed CD, with the song "After the fall" by October Project, because it's amazing! I don't like any of there other music, but this song makes me happy. I want to get it on CD and sing it really loudly.
Musical Quote of the Day
"In a city of faces
That never look back
Where doors never open
And eyes never meet
Someone behind me was tracing my steps
As I ran
Through the fog down a cobblestone street"
-October Project CD: Falling Farther In Track: I have no clue! I read about the CD on the internet Title: After the Fall.
Maybe I'll sing it for choral one day...
Monday, January 10, 2005
Ugh...I Know I Know....
I skipped english today, which was probably a majorly stupid idea, but I have enough pain in my face without Ms Stevenson barking into it. Maybe she'll take pity on me...
Shit...need to do cue cards. I'm so behind in my homework. And I can't remember where I left my bloody script.
Going now. Homework.
I skipped english today, which was probably a majorly stupid idea, but I have enough pain in my face without Ms Stevenson barking into it. Maybe she'll take pity on me...
Shit...need to do cue cards. I'm so behind in my homework. And I can't remember where I left my bloody script.
Going now. Homework.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
I Don't Know What To Say...
I guess I'm just uber-tired. I have nothing to do. And tomorrow will be the first time in...four days for me to leave the house. I do not look forward to it with great anticipation, I can tell you that.
Anyway, I was kind of thinking about the past. About an old friend. If, indeed, they were a friend or not. From junior high. They seem to have forgotten about me completely. We used to be rather close. Maybe I should bridge the gap, and email her or something, but I mean, I don't really feel like it. What is in the past is better left there, on the empty ground were my junior high once stood, before it was obliterated into nothingness so that they could expand Crowchild Trail. The ghosts of my 11-14 year old self will haunt it, I'm sure.
Guys, I'm really rather happy. No, in fact, I'm great. Apart from my jaw, I feel fine, and I suppose it will be good for me to get outside tomorrow. I will be wearing a turtleneck, so I can pull it up over my swollen cheeks and glare at people. Glare!
There are things I can't say here. Because they're too personal. Good things, but secret things. Let's just say that I am jovial exactly where I am in my life right now. Well, mentally. Again, stupid painful face is driving me nuts!
I feel much better, can you tell?
Musical Quote of the Day
"Come with me
I'll take you now
To a place that you fear
For no reason why
Your heart has turned away from me
And I will make you
Understand
Everything will become clear to you
When you see things through
Another's eyes
Everything will become clear to you
Whatever's meant for you you will find
Come with me
I'll take you there
To a place where you'll see
Everything you need
To be the one you need to be
And all of those things
That you fear
Will disappear
From you
In time
Everything will become clear to you
When you see things through
Another's eyes
Everything will become clear to you
Whatever's meant for you
You will find"
-Phil Collins CD: Brother Bear soundtrack Track: 9 Title: Transformation
Yeah, I've done it before, but it's a fantabulous song, and I really hope that it applies to all of you. I hope I can help the someone I love more than anything find what's meant for them. I'll do my best.
I guess I'm just uber-tired. I have nothing to do. And tomorrow will be the first time in...four days for me to leave the house. I do not look forward to it with great anticipation, I can tell you that.
Anyway, I was kind of thinking about the past. About an old friend. If, indeed, they were a friend or not. From junior high. They seem to have forgotten about me completely. We used to be rather close. Maybe I should bridge the gap, and email her or something, but I mean, I don't really feel like it. What is in the past is better left there, on the empty ground were my junior high once stood, before it was obliterated into nothingness so that they could expand Crowchild Trail. The ghosts of my 11-14 year old self will haunt it, I'm sure.
Guys, I'm really rather happy. No, in fact, I'm great. Apart from my jaw, I feel fine, and I suppose it will be good for me to get outside tomorrow. I will be wearing a turtleneck, so I can pull it up over my swollen cheeks and glare at people. Glare!
There are things I can't say here. Because they're too personal. Good things, but secret things. Let's just say that I am jovial exactly where I am in my life right now. Well, mentally. Again, stupid painful face is driving me nuts!
I feel much better, can you tell?
Musical Quote of the Day
"Come with me
I'll take you now
To a place that you fear
For no reason why
Your heart has turned away from me
And I will make you
Understand
Everything will become clear to you
When you see things through
Another's eyes
Everything will become clear to you
Whatever's meant for you you will find
Come with me
I'll take you there
To a place where you'll see
Everything you need
To be the one you need to be
And all of those things
That you fear
Will disappear
From you
In time
Everything will become clear to you
When you see things through
Another's eyes
Everything will become clear to you
Whatever's meant for you
You will find"
-Phil Collins CD: Brother Bear soundtrack Track: 9 Title: Transformation
Yeah, I've done it before, but it's a fantabulous song, and I really hope that it applies to all of you. I hope I can help the someone I love more than anything find what's meant for them. I'll do my best.
When I Give An Order, I Expect It To Be Followed!
Ahem, Dad! When I specifically asked no one to come and see me, early this morning, my dad turns up at the door. I was so embarrassed! I look like I was beaten up...by very big people. But, it was very sweet, because he took time out of his busy work schedule (he's a tow-truck driver) and brought a...well, I think it was a care package. In typical Adrian Malcolm Long-style humour. It was a Safeway brown paper bagel bag, which had "RED CROSS AIR DROP" scribbled on it. It contained the following...
1. The Sunday comic section of the Calgary Sun.
2. Colourful toothpicks, for when my mouth feels better.
3. Jellybeans, which I can't eat unless I mush them down into a delicious jellybean smoothie.
4. A new hot water bottle with a plaid cover. Plaid!
5. Glow-in-the-dark Spongebob Squarepants band-aids, for inside my mouth. No, Dad.
6. Chocolate mints.
7. A get well card scribbled on a Safeway application form. He also wrote "El Cheapo Cardo Company" on it.
8. Tylenol, which won't work because of the antibiotics. Grrr.
I was very embarrassed about my face, but he did make me laugh. It hurts to laugh. Anyway, yeah, so he obviously wasn't paying attention when I told him not to visit, gar!
Thanks, Dad.
Ahem, Dad! When I specifically asked no one to come and see me, early this morning, my dad turns up at the door. I was so embarrassed! I look like I was beaten up...by very big people. But, it was very sweet, because he took time out of his busy work schedule (he's a tow-truck driver) and brought a...well, I think it was a care package. In typical Adrian Malcolm Long-style humour. It was a Safeway brown paper bagel bag, which had "RED CROSS AIR DROP" scribbled on it. It contained the following...
1. The Sunday comic section of the Calgary Sun.
2. Colourful toothpicks, for when my mouth feels better.
3. Jellybeans, which I can't eat unless I mush them down into a delicious jellybean smoothie.
4. A new hot water bottle with a plaid cover. Plaid!
5. Glow-in-the-dark Spongebob Squarepants band-aids, for inside my mouth. No, Dad.
6. Chocolate mints.
7. A get well card scribbled on a Safeway application form. He also wrote "El Cheapo Cardo Company" on it.
8. Tylenol, which won't work because of the antibiotics. Grrr.
I was very embarrassed about my face, but he did make me laugh. It hurts to laugh. Anyway, yeah, so he obviously wasn't paying attention when I told him not to visit, gar!
Thanks, Dad.
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