I have been swindled.

It’s true. But before I continue, watch Charlie McDonald’s Wine Gum Experiment video on YouTube, it’ll set you in the mood for what I have to say.

Wine Gums nomnom ;D

I’ve been kicking it back today, messing around with paper and glue (as you will soon see), and thought I would take a break from a break by breaking open a packet of Mini Eggs.

Opened it. Took a peak inside.

AND WAS SCANDALIZED TO SEE THIS!!

Do you see what’s wrong with this picture?

No. Pink. Mini Eggs.

How dare they. I CANNOT BELIEVE THE PERSON WHO FILLS PACKETS HAD THE CHEEK TO NOT PUT ANY PINK ONES IN THE –

Oh I can’t think properly.

Edit: I just put something pink in my mouth, thinking it was a mini egg, forgetting there weren’t any. … It wasn’t. It tasted kind of sweet and.. I just spit it out. LOLWOOPS.

Still, it’s a scandal!

Friday, May 15 2009

Last day of school today.

It was the best. <3

So my ResearchMethods essay on synaesthesia was due today. Even though I had already written it, I kept fretting over the small stuff and ended up working on it until 3h30 in the morning.

Woke up at 7h10 (an hour before the alarm) because MY BODY IS AN IDIOT. Worked on the essay some more, didn’t even bother studying for Brucie’s Religion exam. I completed a little over half the questions. Fae-yul.

BUT IT WAS ALL UPHILL FROM THERE. ♥

I went to help Sharna out with the free BBQ, so we set everything up, started distributing drinks and food… it was so much more fun than I thought. <3 Kinda makes me want to say SCREW JOURNALISM, I WANT TO BE IN THE CSA, hahaha.

English next: PLAYS! We were asked to put on costumes and act out scenes from Medieval plays. Most of the people participated, I think we were all surprised haha. I even did something (with Olivia Sharna Josh) from Twelfth Night. We were so underprepared compared to the rest of the teams – I hadn’t even read my ‘script’ before getting up on stage – but it was still so much fun. :P Josh and Stace had mustaches drawn on, Mass arrived in leggings and a blouse, Brault Chap Jo all put on the highest, girliest voices they could muster… it was fun all around. (:

Took so many pictures and videos today… I’ll put them all up on facebook then take a nap. So tired. I had been secretly planning on leaving after brucie’s exam, but I am so glad I stayed. One of my best days at Champlain… too bad it’ll be the last for the next three months! Vous me manquez déjà…. ):

&hearts<<

RFR : tune in to 88.1

I came across the last episode of Radio Free Roscoe on youtube, and I just had to see it – how did their stories all end? And it was funny to watch it, to remember the characters, laugh and squeal at the unexpected moments. But the credits go up.

And I suddenly remember being curled up on the couch, covered by a blanket despite the summer heat creeping in through the window. It is two in the morning, and the house is sleeping. I am supposed to be in bed, and that is only remembered once the half hour has passed and I can no longer peer into some fictional character’s life. Reality would always set in once the credits started, and I would become distinctly aware of how quiet everything was. Especially after turning off the television. And the lights. And padding up, as quietly as I could, running away from imaginary ghosts. And that was my summer – settling in front of the tv, encouraging the heat, getting caught up in disney-friendly story lines. Going to bed at two, getting up at 5 to see the sun rise. Fall asleep, truly wake up at ten.

What will happen this summer? How will I remember it, years from now? What will trigger it?

Who is the first person you call, when you have big news?

10) Get on track.

I am impatient to figure everything out. To know where I am going, and not have to rely on others to find out the answer to things. No more asking others for instructions on how to play the game of life; I will find out how the game works, and build my own world off of that.

So: discover my limits. What I do and do not like, outside of my comfort zone. Time to stretch them legs, and see what is hiding just beyond the corner. Because, yes, I enjoy reading. And yes, writing is okay. But realistically speaking, will I ever make an actual career out of that? Probably not.
You know, Lopes asked me what I wanted to do later on in life. And I didn’t have an answer. Only: “Well I’ve crossed out becoming a teacher.” Vivien asked me what I really enjoyed doing, and I didn’t have an answer to that either. The ignorance is saddening.

So this summer: no big leaps. Just small steps in any which direction. If a fire dragon blocks the path, I will try another way. And when third semester comes around, I will see a guidance councilor asap and we can discuss what I will do until I am seventyfive years old.

Good? Good. Great. :/

Parce que je suis tannée de vivre
pour quelqu’un d’autre,
qui ne le réalisera jamais,
et l’apprécira encore moins.
C’est ma vie:
c’est temps que je m’en rend compte.

Love

Writer’s Block
Our friends don’t always know us as well as they think, particularly when it comes to likes and dislikes. What would your friends be surprised to hear about you?

I don’t believe in true love. I don’t even know if I know what ‘love’ is. Every person’s definition of the word is either

a) a reflection of what they wish for in a relationship – which we all know is tainted from the beginning, because we often wish for the impossible, or the improbably

b) a reflection of what the person defines as their relationship, as if they are trying to justify that what they have with their current boyfriend or girlfriend is ‘true love’.

In reality, who knows what it is? Does it mean anything more than ‘care’? Are we giving too much importance to one word? Or are we throwing it around too much, lessening its significance?

Maybe all it is, is a chemical imbalance.

because I’ve been away for so long: something for your pretty eyes to gush over.

M E M E O N E : good things come in three’s.

3 bathroom products you love

- CHI conditioner
- Old Spice body wash (Aqua Sail)
- Aussie Shampoo (Mega Instant or Miracle Moist)

3 favourite types of videos on Youtube
– Rove Live episodes
- Nerimon
- Jimmy0010

3 things that confirm gender stereotypes
- I do my nails every week
- I believe finding the right bra = muy importante
- I change my mind often, and quickly

3 random/diverse/little-known songs from your iTunes
- Royksopp – What Else Is There (Thin White Duke Remix)
- Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Zero
- Ghostland Conservatory – Sad Sad City

3 things you look for in a guy
(be specific!!)
- ability to laugh at themselves
- sure of their future
- honestly, honesty.

3 favourite TV shows
– Planet Earth
- Whose Line Is It Anyway
- QI (with Stephan Fry)

3 minutes in a drugstore. You check out three aisles:
- shampoos
- face treatments
- lip balms

M E M E T W O : nightlife

Profile
Lilian | 17 | Between jobs

Passion
Literature

Style
Layers. Always, layer.

Clothes
Jeans, Sirens. Earrings, Le Chateau. Tank top, Forever 21. Shirt, Zara. Gilet, Smart Set.

Make-Up
Maybelline Waterproof eyeliner, Innocence eggplant eyeshadow.

Shops
Forever 21, Smart Set

Club
My iPod.

Drink
watermelon juice, hold the alcohol.

A NIGHT OUT IS NEVER PERFECT WITHOUT…
a freeze-frame moment of heightened senses

YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT…
a shower a day

WHAT DID YOU DREAM OF WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG?
disney land.

WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BECOME?
a librarian. a cook on tv.

YOU LOVE MONTREAL BECAUSE…
In the summer, at night, you just feel like you’re in the heart of it all.

THE SONG OF THE DAY
Kanye West – Streetlights

FREE TRIP, WHERE DO YOU GO
New Zealand

HIDDEN TALENT
I can sow?

YOUR GOAL IN LIFE
happy.

SOMETHING FEW PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT YOU
If I am by myself and passing through Archambault, I will look through magazines and take down names of designers or artists I like, to check out later.

$2,000 TO SPEND IN THE NEXT HOUR
nine tenths of it in the bank; blow the rest on tshirts, chocolate, a pair of shoes.

PET PEEVE
selfish, whining, disrespectful little kids.

SECRET WEAKNESS
strong hands.

First meme: made up,
Second: collage of Nightlife’s profile questions.

I am that rabbit in the moon.

I look at
place and how it affects our sense of self. Place being somewhere we travel
to as well as something we carry with us from one geographical location to
another. Place as a means of ordering reality, a way of understanding new
spaces and locations; place as an imposed notion of space, a way of
identification and organization. 

- Annalise Rees 2008.     

credit; carlo van de roer

I’m just not there, in the streets.

I am in a cut&paste mood.

Seems like, streetlights, glowing, Seems like moments, passing

Feel like going out with Cristina. Being who I am when with her. Who is not someone different, just… someone who… can flip out and be crazy and we’re laughing all the time, and talking in funny voices. The type of person I would go stalking some random person with, or imagine a whole life for a stranger, or put eyeshadow on when going out with. All downtown.

Or feel like dancing with Sharna. And her friends, none of whom I know. Maybe Nita? Was that her name?

There must be something more out there. I want to see it, before I no longer have time to grow. What if I run out of time?

Wish I had my scrapbook. Wish I could go out, and get one. I’d walk, even. Feel like ripping my way through paper, and creating something else. Saying: Your art is nice, but; here, look – you just take this, and if you do this to it, and add it on to this – see?

And it was funny to go back to Antoine, and see Lopes&Nica. It is funny, how much those two know me before I do. Even Nica: she is like Lopes, but on mute. She sees just as much, but chooses not to tell the students as much. And Lopes introduced me to another teacher as a ghost, as a friend. “Yeah… a friend.” I always feel guilty when I see Lopes, or talk to her. She always asks about me, and even if I ask about her life, she never says much. What kind of friend is that? Friendship is not meant to be lopsided.

Je sais pas.

J’en finis là.

suited&booted, m8.

Boomting = what you say when you see a hot girl. BOOMTING! ;DD

Bang-a-rang = INCOMING/THINKFAST!!

When you wear jean pants and a jean jacket = texan tuxedo

Well you know what they say…

You can’t always unscramble eggs.