Mood swings are retarded. Cramps hurt like a bitch. Back pains piss me off. FEMININITY IS NOT FUN. Honestly. Ugh, great timing too. Tomorrow is civvies day and .... No, it's not that bad, but I dont know what the fuck to wear. This is so gay. TT-TT Fuck this, I'm just wearing clothes. Yes, I like it. Off-topic much?
Anywho, math is a piss off but I'm in no mood right now. I don't even know what mood I'm in. Fucking moodswings. Dumbshit.
Yogurt is good. I like yogurt. Vanilla yogurt pwns. But I'm still pro-fudgesicles. Just because it looks like crap on a stick doesn't mean anything. I just grossed myself out. Great.
Yeah, so course selections for next year. Definitely taking Media Arts and French. But I can't decide on my third electve. D: How depressing.

Help me now. :l

Labels: life, rambling, rant

kso, I'm sleepy, I'm tired, and I'm going to start feeling bitchy soon.
Dumbshit.

Labels: life, rant

I told you. This is my third update today. But whatever. Not the point.

I'm supposed to be doing science but I decided what the hell, why not update. But this is a rather tedious post. I just felt that I'd share other aspects of the day. Let's see, I think I'll point out the finer but insignificant details of my near-death experience. So yes, it's all true. I missed one or two steps while stampeding down the stairs and BAM. So I went down, almost in slow motion too. And I just started cussing my little heart out. It came out really weird too. Something like "Oh-shit-fuck-what-the-dumbshit-oh-crap-fuck." Yep. So there's me in agony and attempting to express my pain. Effective.

My TA Meeting went much better than I had planned. She was in a good mood and there I was, being the niner I am, all anxious and so close to pissing in my pants. Then again, I really had to pee. I ended up not going to yoga today, stupid ankle/foot. Oh yes, there is now a blue-green bruise on my foot. There's also an abnormally hollow area around my ankle. Funny thing is, that's where it hurts.

What else is there? I dunno, but the bass from my music always gets me paranoid whenever I sneak on like this. Makes me think my parents are coming down the stairs or coming up the stairs (basement). OH CRAP. I have dance tomorrow. Ugh. Oh boy, more rope/wall climbing tomorrow. Hey, at least I could move upwards when I was rope climbing. But I just about jizzed my pants when I was climbing down. Scariest shit in my life.

Labels: life, rant, rave

'kay so.

I'm at school right now and in approx. 25 minutes, I have to go down to the gym and change. My friend forgot to bring my uniform, so now I'm stuck wearing the skirt, I forgot to bring extra socks so now I'm stuck wearing fucking tights and basketball shorts. I'm gonna look so retarded. I've been walking around asking people for fucking socks okay. How desperate can I get? Ugh. Oh yeah, and I fell down the fucking stairs this morning and now my foot's all weird and it fucking hurts like a bitch.

Help me now. :l

EDIT: Yes, I'm aware I already updated 2:50 this morning, but I felt I had to share this morning's events with you all. I'm too kind. (: Don't be surprised if you see a third update tonight.

'kay so I'm actually supposed to be sleeping right now. Yes, it's 2:50 AM. What's your point?
Anywho, I was seriously planning on doing some extra math homework but one thing led to another. Sooooo I'm just going to finish it off tomorrow before PhysEd. I'm such a badass aren't I? Y'know it's true. B)

Whatever. Point is, we're doing Indoor Wall Climbing tomorrow. Or today. SAME THING. Gosh you people are picky. At first I was pretty panicky but now I'm psyched. It should be fun. Oh yes, back to the main reason I was oh so eager to update.

Yeeeeah, so Sunday, I went to Buffalo (Yes, Buffalo New York STATE. Not CITY. STATE) and we did our thing, go shopping and shit. I ended up buying four shirts. I wanted to by myself a new pair of Converses (Chucks if you will) but I didn't want to blow all my wonderful American money on one thing. That's why I think they should open a Converse store at STC or something. Better yet, at PMall. ANYWHO, we were driving back, using the 'hi-tech' GPS and the time of arrival said 6:15 AM. It was already 6:15 PM so we thought that there was something wrong with the GPS. Not until we reached some deserted highway did we realize that we were headed for New Jersey. So we turned around and parked at a little gas station and supposedly fixed the directions on the GPS so it was set for Toronto. So here we are driving again and we see a sign pass us saying "Welcome to Boston" or some random shiz like that. At this point I'm thinking What the fuck? How did we end up in Boston?. But now I can say that I've been to Boston. What now bitches. ;). Soooo we just ended up getting a free map Yes, those old custy paper maps. and drive back to Buffalo and just follow the signs saying "Peace Bridge (insert arrow here)".

Story of my life. (x

On to other matters. My generation is boooodmon. Drunkies & shit. Like what the fuck is everyone thinking?! GOSH. No, I'm not 'soft' and crap, I'm just stating the truth. I don't needa get wasted just yet. I prefer to have my personal sense of "dignity". It's a policy.

Still, whatever. Just think, Keito will be serenading me with his guitar someday. I gotta keep a clean record for the future. Can't end up a cyaaaattie. There are the odd few like JENNIFER. Haha kidding. Love you bitch. (:

Any-who. Me is exauhsted. So bye bye reality and hello sick fantasies.

Labels: life, life r

Well guess what today is.
Valentines Day. Yes, that accursed day. So, people have renamed it. So instead I'd like to wish you all a


You know you're single when:
1. Your date consists of food, computer and/or the tv, and the couch.
2. You loudly proclaim you're single but secretly wish you weren't.
3. You loudly proclaim you're single and love it.
4. You did not go out on this day with a boy/girl.
5. You personally do not like this proclaimed day of love.
6. You spent your time reading this post.

Labels: life rave rant

'kay so. This is a short and sweet post because I just had to promise myself that I'd post up something. Even if it was random shiz. Ooookay. I'm tired and soon, I'm going to become bitchy if I don't get sleep. School's a bitch as always. But I'm slowly moving along.

Yeeee so. I'm bored and tired my back aches, I feel like a fucking 80-year old saying that, and I'm having a sudden urge to write a fanletter. Is that so wrong?

Units are fucking gay. They deserve to be buried and burned. They cause breakouts that never fucking go away. Ugh.

'kay so...

I'm obviously supposed to be doing units but I'm not. Instead, I'm going to rant or rave or whatever. Just need to focus on something else other than units because units give me a fucking migraine.

ANYWHO...

The French Exchange Program is amazing. French guys. French accents. Daaaayum. But apparently those guys are rude. Hm, finally a chance to ask voulez-vous coucher avec moi? without getting weird looks or a slap in the face. No I haven't tried it myself, but I've done those reactions. (: What can I say? STILL. TWO weeks. Two WHOLE weeks, they're going to be here. They even joined our PhysEd class. Played a little bit of volleyball with us niners. Shit. I have PhysEd tomorrow. TT-TT But I actually enjoyed myself. Not bad. (:

It is exactly 12 A.M. right now meaning I'll be waking up in exactly 6 hours. Oh damn. It's 12:0] now. No matter, as long as I started this right at Midnight, I'm conetent. Yeah so what? I'm satisfied with the smallest of details, deal with it. Units are still hell and I don't think that that will change anytime soon. I'm planning on handing in about 5 units on Monday alone. I'm also handing in a unit next week Wednesday. This is just so Blaaaaah.

Enough about accursed units, I'm depressing myself at the thought of them now. And, I just realized that majority of my posts express my deep hate for units. How sad. Okay on to something I'm more interested in hm? How's about...Photography.

It's something I'm passionate about without even knowing the slightest about proper photography. I'm sure it's much more than the scenery, setting, conetrnt and what not, but so far thats what I do know. I'm pretty sure that angling and positionning falls into it as well, but what about the raw stuff? Meaning the content of which you look for in a picture? The non-edited goods? [I]That's[/I] what's drawing me into this specific form of art. Luckily, MW offers Photography as a course which I am going to take advantage of. However, I'll have to take advantage of it in Grade 11. Before then, I need an art credit. No I don't mean an art credit from Drama or Instrumental/Band, but I mean like Visual Arts. So, I've decided to take art up as one of my chosen electives for next year in order to get the sufficient credit for Photography in Grade 11. Sounds like a good plan to me! ><

Enough about school talk. I'm supposed tone steering myself away from it, but yes. Photography will (I hope!) become one of my greatest passions because the art of it is different from visual arts where you project what you see through various materials. Different from drama, where you project your message through actions and well-toned words. Even different from Band where you express yourself through the music you play. Photography is a whole category on it's own which intrigues me. It'll be an interesting experience for sure.

I'm in a strange mood to write an extra long post just because I feel like it, even though it's past midnight. What else could I possibly talk about? Oh yes, dance. Well, I'm not what you'd call an amazing dancer, nor will I ever claim to be one. Thats too much of an over statement and basically one big lie. Dancing is definitely not in my bones but I still do it. Ts extremely fun and hopefully with more practice, I'll be able to pass off as a decent dancer. Nonetheless, dancing isn't a passion of mine but I admire those who do make it their passion. I have a girl in my dance class and she does just about every dance my teacher teaches. Well, I'm not too sure about hip hop but I know she does ballet, lyrical, folk, traditional, and tap. Amazing dancer and so graceful. I'm jealous of her skillage. But she obviously has a passion for it and that gets her through 5 days a week, dancing her ass off. Dedication especially.

I want to be able to find something I'm willing to put my dedication into and I'm not completely sir if photography satisfy me at all once I join it. After all, who's to say what I'll like or dislike in tv future

I'm currently sneaking this blog post in because I technically only have 5 minutes left of "computer freedom" as I like to call it. Yes, that basically means I'm depriving myself of what makes me a happy child. No, it's not because I'm turning emo and shit, but it's because school's a bitch. You all know it's true. But what can we do, it's fcking mandatory if you want a good life. Do I want a good life? Yes, I do. But at this rate, I'll soon be saying "Screw life. I just want to get out." I'm on the brink of that anyway.

So I have a monologue to present tomorrow and I don't know how the hell I should present it. Should I be happy? Bitchy? Mad? Sad? I don't know!