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.

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.

Yom Kippur/Ramadan

so it is currently 10:49pm and I have an essay due at 11:59 tonight and I am currently at 524/1250 words so I have more than half left to do and I am thinking that jumping off a bridge is looking very appealing right now but taking a shower is more tempting would be the saner way to go.

So.

Shit.

typetypetype. typetype. type. typetypetypetype.

for one more day

Had a toasted bageul + nutella and fried bacon this morning. Mmm. Baconnn. I have a theory that, as other kids go out and destroy their bodies with alcohol&drugs, I am causing my own slow annihilation by eating unhealthy food at unhealthy hours.

This makes me feel like I should be taking much better care of my body, which then leads me to think that I should be doing something more with my life. I’m not waiting for something amazing to happen, but that wow factor seems to be missing from it, right now. What do I have to look forward to right now? … nothing, really. Summer? But then what?

I’ll figure something out. Occupy my brain with summer jobs. See people grow up. See the world pass by through a scratched bus window. See if I can get out of this hamster cage. Figure out what my values are. Rummage through my room, clean out all the things I should have thrown away a long time ago.

It’s 12h15, and I should already be at the library. I need to get ready and outta hurr. (:

Morning, world.

It’s 9h52.

Guess who woke up at 9h35 because her cellphone was ringing?

Guess who was texting her from class?

Guess who was texting her from a class I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ATTENDING?!

Oh. Shit.

Went to bed at 3h30. Hadn’t finished doing my Compte Rendu of Oscar et la dame rose because… well, no. I will not make up excuses. I had it all written in my essay exercise book, but for some reason, I didn’t write it up when I got home from work.

OH YES WORK.

It was my first day hier soir. Pas si pire… Placed a lot of clothes, did a lot of cash, so I didn’t mind. Ma gérante m’a dit que samedi, I might be really stressed because the other girls might ask me to do this&that during the rushes. Pas pour faire chier, but because they need a helping hand. Lilian: don’t fuck up/be a tool. lol

So shleepy. I’m going to… finish Oscar? Argh. OUANT. MOAR. SHLEP.

Where the hell does she get all that energy from!?

21:03:38

Ark. Je suis que trop découragée. Problèmes chez moi. Des fois ça arrive que je pense qu’ils n’apperçoivent pas à quel point ça me dérange quand ils s’engeulent. Même après, quand ils ne sont plus dans la même pièce, j’arrive à penser qu’à ça. Des injustices dans le monde. C’est trop drama mon affaire, mais je n’y peux rien. Juste comme ça, j’ai soudainement le goût de revoir François. Pas pour lui raconter ce que j’ai sur le coeur, mais justement pour parler de d’autre chose, de n’importe quoi, pour faire distraction. J’aurais donc dû rester au IGA.

… En tout cas. Ca change pas grand chose, vivre dans le passé.

J’ai un essai à écrire et à envoyer pour minuit, et je l’ai pas vraiment fini. En fait, je l’ai pas commencé, mais c’est seulement un first draft donc c’est pas si pire. Je suis très fatiguée, et mettons que ça me dérangerais pas du tout d’aller me coucher toute suite parmi mes draps et coussins.

I have stopped counting. Minimacrotiny update!

I went into my computer to work.

I am procrastinating.

I am icon shopping.

I am suddenly craving…

a photoshootage. (:

Can’t wait to get my camera tomorrow!

(Just have to get money out of the bank. Who cares! I went Easter Egg hunting for two hours today with my dad and my sister, and I will be doing another one at school on Tuesday! YES, YES, TRIPLE TIMES YES!! I can not wait. <3)

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