Whoa, I'm doing homework! I mean, not now, but I do plan to finish my physics homework within the hour and I've already done my chemistry homework. I only put it off until 7:30; how cool is that? I feel a renewed sense of a work ethic. One thing I've learned this year is that the less work I have to do, the less likely I am to do it - so taking two spares to try to counteract my procrastination probably wasn't the best idea. Still, I get to work in the library - which I'm strangely still enjoying - and go home early every four days. I'm up to four university offers - I found out about York sometime last week, and UTSC came in the mail today.

However, I'm really, inexplicably tired, and it's affecting school. I mean, I've slept since the debauchery of not-sleeping that was last week, but I haven't been alert since then. Maybe school has just been boring lately? It's not unthinkable.

It's 9:35 now. As a procrastinator, I've set a deadline for 10:00 to finish and I'll reward myself with the playing of old Gameboy ROMs on that emulator my brother found in his files if I do it. But you know what's going to happen? I won't finish the homework, and I'll play the games anyway. That's what always happens.

Toronto is a heckhole compared to Vancouver. For one thing, Vancouver has fresh air; for another, Vancouver doesn't have garbage blowing all over the place. They have green grass in the middle of winter. The Rockies are often visible. And most importantly, they think 2 degrees Celsius is cold. I want to go back to Vancouver.

I'm trying to write a French dialogue with subjunctive uses... my group members took care of all the grammar criteria and I'm supposed to pad it up now. You know, give it a story. The thing is, we chose the premise because we knew no discernible plot could come of it: it's three people waiting at a bus stop. I think it might be kind of interesting for us to carry on a pointless skit for a few minutes, then come out of character and proclaim the badness of the skit. And then walk away, like that Monty Python sketch.

Who am I kidding, I got home at a quarter to four this morning. I'm in no condition to write Monty Python sketches. Other than hanging out in Vancouver, this week is stupid.

Heh, cool:

Which Website are You?

That's probably kind of insensitive, after the tsunami. "Natural disasters are your bread and butter" ... huh.

My dad and brother went to Vancouver this weekend. Yesterday, my mom was working and my sister was "studying" at the "UTSC library" (no, I think that's actually what she was doing) so I, home alone, threw the greatest house party ever. Some kids down the street crashed it.

But what I really did was play 104.5 CHUM FM and clean my room. Man, my room was... well, not filthy, but generally untidy. Remember the university fair? Way back when it was warm enough to wear t-shirts outside? I still had all that free junk in the corner.

Ryerson is harassing me. I never so much as asked them for an info package, and they're sending me letters and e-mails thanking me for expressing interest in their Contemporary Science programs.

Thinking about the university fair is depressing me. T-shirts outside? That's paradise. Thankfully, if there's one thing I've learned in my entire life, it's that Wiarton Willy and Punxsutawney Phil rarely agree, and when they don't, Willy's right.

Man, did anyone know that TBS shows Captain Planet on Saturday mornings? I watched it yesterday, it was the one when the evil spirit, Yarg or something like that, made the planeteers mean and competitive and told them to blow up a missile base. Of course, Ma-ti, the South American planeteer with the power of Heart, didn't fall for his tricks and alerted Gaia. But the rest of the planeteers were too far gone, and Gaia became mortal because of their acts of violence! And oh yeah, Yarg trapped Captain Planet in a block of ice. It all worked out in the end, though - I don't remember how, because I was marvelling at the fact that Whoopi Goldberg voices Gaia and I never noticed it before.

Exams are a nice change of pace. I made some fudge today, but it's too sweet. The recipe said 4 cups of confectioner's sugar, and that's exactly what I used. In fact, probably less. And what do I have? Too-sweet fudge.

I have to study for my chemistry exam. I mean, I really have to study for it. It's the only one that has material on it that I've completely forgotten. But instead, the Internet. And making inedibly sweet fudge. I've been walking on air, recently, though: another offer! This time from stinky Waterloo, that smells like a farm in the summer. No, I'm just kidding, but to show joy about it would be conceding to my sister - completely inexcusable.

The cool thing is I submitted my Admissions Information Form (the supplementary application) one week and three days later than was recommended. All these applications and confirmations and offers are throwing me off, see, so I've taken to looking at stuff as it comes in, and then stuffing it into drawers in my room and folders on Thunderbird named "University". And I'm still winning! This university stuff is easy.

Western sent me an offer! Thick envelope, express post and everything. I didn't think they would send anything this early. I'm not sure why I was doubting that I would be accepted anywhere, but it definitely was a relief. Especially after a day of confirming how bad I was at English - man, my ISU outline was wrong. Not bad, but wrong. I was out of it and used a method of development completely different than what she wanted, but my teacher's cool and she's letting me redo it. The exam was possibly worse, what with my not quite using any method of development in the essay-writing section.

I got the thesis, though.

And only maths and sciences are left. After yesterday, I have a newfound appreciation for maths and sciences. They're so easy. Everything should be easy like maths and sciences.

I have my first in-car driving lesson today. I'm not sure what to expect... should I, like, review my driving course notes? I took the most notes in the class. You should see it, it's great. About ten pages of the most obvious stuff ever. I got everything. My favourite video was the one about highway driving, with Disney characters. Actually, they were all various forms of Goofy: shy Goofy, who went too slow to merge and stopped in the acceleration lane; lazy Goofy, who didn't watch the road and had to stop quickly and the guy behind him crashed into him, and also never maintained his car so it broke down on the road; mean Goofy, who actually kind of won - he cut in front of other cars and they collided with each other while he drove away; and fine, upstanding Goofy who did everything right.

So... Todd wasn't touching the ground. And I figured it out! Right at one of the times she said there were two minutes left. I think I aced that test. The tension force in the rope between Todd and Steve was 5.5x10² N, and Box B travelled 1.7 m in 2.0 s.

What I didn't ace was the English test. Strangely, though, it wasn't the last question that messed me up - it was all the other ones. My conclusion: I'm fine at writing my own essays, but I can't analyse others' for beans. Thesis statements and rhetorical devices haunt my dreams.

I wonder if you can get a snow day two days after the snow falls. I hope so.

I downloaded a bunch more old DOS games last night. The collection is being slowly rebuilt. Now we've got:

• Wheel of Fortune
• Dangerous Dave
• Carmen Sandiego
• Duke Nukem 1
• Duke Nukem 2
• Wacky Wheels
• Cosmo's Adventure, or something like that. We've only ever called it "Cosmo"

My brother found that stupid clock game, but I told him not to download it. What a stupid game.

I'm trying to write out answers for the UW Admissions Information Form, but as you can see I'm not succeeding. I can't think of a witty way to end this entry, so I'll do it like a Monty Python sketch.

Most believe time is like a river, that flows swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you... they are wrong. Time is like an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am, and why I say this; sit down, and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard.

I wish I could play Prince of Persia for... two hours. Like normal kids.

In case I'm ever inclined to make known how much I enjoyed my final year of high school, let me get something out of the way, for posterity's sake:

• I am bored.
• I am tired.
• I am irritated.

I think I'll like university. The more different it is from high school, the better. I've taken to spending as little time as possible in the school building; I'm considering going home at the beginning of lunch tomorrow and coming back at the end of my third period spare. Not seriously, but I'm considering it. If the TTC has a favourable schedule, I could chill at home for a whole 45 minutes.

It would be cool if I followed through with Operation 45 Minutes at Home and narrowly missed a fire at school or something.

Grad photo Wednesday - watch out for big, curly hair. Whenever I pull my hair back for portraits, I look bald or something strange like that. I used to be pretty sure that I'm the least photogenic person ever, but I took a halfway decent photo a while ago when I lost my TTC card and had to get a new one.

After this week, it's Quiet Week, and I'm going to maneuvre a ratio of 1 hour of studying for every 3 hours of doing nothing. It'll work out.

This entry honours Robyn's ordinance that I do that evil chain-meme, which isn't all that evil because I haven't got anything else to do.

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1/ Kala
2/ Kalaivaani
3/ Kayla

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1/ kalaivaani
2/ the terrible "eos_the_immortal"
3/ my first hotmail account to which I forgot the password when I was ten: krazy_kala

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1/ my dizzying and awe-inspiring intellect
2/ my hair, when it's behaving
3/ my ability to remember the strangest, most insignificant details about people and events

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1/ my propensity for sarcasm
2/ my hair, most of the time
3/ my tendency to be the most confident when I'm wrong

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1/ Canadian
2/ Sri Lankan
3/ ... Sri Lankan

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1/ all arthropods
2/ contemplating my growing up, getting a degree, getting a job, working, retiring, etc.
3/ contemplating the deaths of various friends and family. I do that every so often.

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1/ a glass of milk
2/ my pencil case. As I'm reminded every so often, I can barely function at school without it.
3/ "ouchless" hair ties (ie, those ones without metal bits)

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1/ a t-shirt from H&M
2/ GAP jeans... "long and lean" fit. Huh.
3/ a stupid new knit hoodie that smells like death-causing chemicals, but I'm too lazy to wash it because it's hand-wash only. I forgot to check the care label before I bought it.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists at the moment):
1/ um...
2/ The Culture Club
3/ I confess, I haven't actively listened to music for a few months.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1/ oh man.
2/ you know what the last song I listened to was? "Don't Say Sarah" by Wave. It's stuck in my head and it's blocking everything else out.
3/ "don't say sarah no more / don't say her name / because she hurt me so..."

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1/ getting a G2
2/ post-secondary education
3/ having a work ethic

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1/ humour - but not that fakey, trying-too-hard humour
2/ elbowroom
3/ harmony or accord or something like that

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1/ relative shortness (only for logical reasons. I am 5'2".)
2/ near- or far-sightedness. glasses are cool.
3/ I don't know. Elbows, maybe.

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1/ be calm when a centipede has been sighted in the vicinity
2/ schoolwork on Friday evening or Saturday, unless it's been pre-planned with someone else
3/ stop watching Days of our Lives

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1/ knitting
2/ reading
3/ cooking or baking, on my terms (ie, not because my sister wants cookies to share with her coworkers for a Christmas party)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1/ go to sleep (the time stamp only reflects when I started this. It's 10:00 now - during the writing of this entry, the computer desk was tidied, a new printer was installed and I applied for university.)
2/ tie back my hair
3/ finish this meme

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1/ medicine (ophthalmology, general practice, maybe even dentistry. I haven't gotten that far yet.)
2/ research or something stupid like that
3/ soap opera acting! I would be a mysterious psychic muse-like character who's never wrong, but still no one ever believes me. And I wouldn't even need to be that good.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1/ Rome
2/ England
3/ Hawaii

THREE KID'S NAMES:
1/ Mina
2/ Arun
3/ if I wanted to make my parents angry, Claire or Eric or something else that has no South Asian roots. And it depends on the last name.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1/ live in a different city
2/ try to be a contestant on Jeopardy!
3/ sit through a real horror movie without leaving. I'm a scaredy-cat.

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO DO THIS MEME:
1/ who else has a blog? ...Verni, even though hers is defunct.
2/ ... Verni.
3/ Verni. That's right, do it three times.

Happy Christmas. I've been preoccupied lately with doing very little, and writing entries would have messed that up.

There isn't much to report. Before the holiday, I finished all the work I should have finished. That leaves me with exam revision and a mild chemistry project about biomass energy to do. University applications as well... my aunt came from Vancouver last week, and told me to give medicine a try. She used to be a doctor. I told her I hadn't taken biology in high school, and she told me it didn't matter, and that I should just give it a try.

Christmas this year was kind of a bust at my house. Usually I put up the tree as early as is reasonable, but I was too busy or lazy this year so it wasn't up by the time the holiday started. Without the tree up to remind us, very few gifts were bought. At some point, my sister drew a Christmas tree on a piece of notebook paper and hung it up in one of the window things between our living room and dining room, and put her two newspaper-wrapped gifts under it. I put my presents under it too: The Experts' Guide to 100 Things Everyone Should Know How to Do, a general reference book with such entries as "How to Wash a Car" and "How to Mow a Lawn" - i.e., the kind of book I can spend hours reading - and The Elements of Style, a textbook-like style and grammar guide that was revised by E.B. White - another kind of book I can spend hours reading. On both of my gifts, I wrote "To Everyone, but mostly Kala" since I'm an honest person. Unfortunately, my family wasn't as enthralled by the books as I was, but hey, all the better for me. My sister got me Redwall, by Brian Jacques. That was okay. One of the sections in The Experts' Guide to 100 Things Everyone Should Know How to Do is "How to Tie a Bow Tie". They got Tucker Carlson to write it.

One more week of luxuriant lounging... and working, of course. January 29 is my first in-car driving lesson, with a guy named Fred. I'd be afraid, Agincourtiers.

My friends are so cool. They took me to the mall, put up with more than an hour of indecisiveness, and then bought me stuff. I got The Little Princess, which I've never seen but I think it's the kind of movie I'd see multiple times; and the card game Set, a "family game of visual perception" endorsed by Mensa and introduced to us by our Algebra and Geometry teacher. Mind Games is my favourite store.

Sunday Brunch! It was Stella who reminded me, again.

1. What is your favorite color?

   Red. Any red: bright red, dark red, faded red, brick red, ultra red, radical red, scarlet red, etc. Yeah, I got them from the Crayola website. I left out Indian red because some people might mistakenly think I was referring to Native Americans, but I would actually be referring to an ink with a reddish pigment from India.

2. What colors are your cars?

   My family's car is a minivan. It's "rosewood", or dark purple. That was my choice. Everyone else in my family wanted "hunter green", but they didn't have any left at the dealership. I was happy.

3. What color are your eyes?

   Dark brown.

4. What color do you like to wear most often?

   That's a good question... probably blue, for all my pairs of jeans, but brown and red are up there too.

5. Name your favorite possession of each color of the rainbow: (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple)

   Weird question. Let's see:

   • red: Roots hoodie? Yeah, that.
   • orange: Ew, orange. Probably an orange or something. You know, the fruit. Or the seventies carpeting in my computer room.
   • yellow: I don't think I have anything yellow. The laminate flooring in my room is kind of yellowish... it's maple, I think. Maybe more like peach.
   • green: One of those plants in my house... the banana tree.
   • blue: The French-English dictionary.
   • indigo: I don't know the difference between indigo and purple, but I guess my Timex Indiglo watch is indigo. I mean, Indiglo is almost indigo, so it's gotta have something indigo on it.
   • violet: My beloved English binder.

   By the end, I was looking for colourful things in the room. Maybe you noticed.

My dad finally took me driving yesterday. He took me to the temple to pray to Ganesha first, though. I drove from the middle of the temple parking lot to the end of the temple parking lot. And my sister actually did buy me something, and it actually is Prince of Persia: Warrior Within. She played it, though, and told me it wasn't as good as the first one. Now I have to write my English journal, and my books aren't as connected as I thought they were. Time to make some things up.

Whoa, I almost forgot about Sunday Brunch! Or, I did but I saw it on Stella's blog today.

1. Which stone is your birthstone? Do you like it?

   I've seen blue topaz, blue zircon, turquoise, and a bunch of other blue gems that aren't sapphires. I'm good with them all. I used to have a blue-gem-that-isn't-sapphire earrings and necklace set, but I don't know what happened to it. My parents bought it for me at that place... Consumers Distribution? Something like that.

2. Do you prefer silver or gold?

   No preference. Gold is nice when you have to be really flaunty and obnoxious, like at South Asian weddings. At least, that's what my mom tells me. Silver is nice when you've got werewolves to kill.

3. Name the jewelry that you wear whenever you leave the house.

   I always wear ear studs. Currently, they're little gold things with pearls in them that my mom bought cheap in Sri Lanka.

4. What is your most precious and valuable item of jewelry?

   Probably that necklace that's got pearls and diamonds all over it. But, you know, I'm not sure.

5. Do you carry insurance on any of your jewelry and if not, why not?

   No idea. Probably not, because I've never seen a policy.

My birthday was fun. My haul:

• Money from my dad.
• I'm waiting for something from my mom. She wants to buy me some gold jewelry that I can flaunt obnoxiously.
• Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time for Xbox from my brother. Oh yeah, we got a new Xbox. I guess my dad thought we were beyond learning about consequences and personal responsibility. I'm playing PoP again because it rules, and I need to refresh my memory for PoP2: Warrior Within.
• NOTHING FROM MY SISTER.
• A shopping spree next week from my wonderful classmates, and I think something about a pet fish. My mom told me she doesn't want me having any more fish, because I'll get bored of them like the other three times. I guess I'm inclined to agree with her.

HTML lists are too cool.

I was waiting for this page to load when "101 Fun Things to Do" popped into my head. To the unenlightened, it's a Sharie Lewis (ie, Lamb Chop) video comprising 101 ideas of fun things to do. Like Kim and Jerry Lewis's "Hats On, Hats Off", it used to be (way back in the early nineties) that we'd borrow it from the library every few weeks and watch it. Avidly. What a great video.

Some of my mental notes:

• Plugging an Xbox into a 220-volt sewing machine adapter makes the fuse blow.
• Plugging in an Xbox that's been shorted rather than having its broken fuse replaced makes the Xbox not work anymore.
• Maybe Ken Jennings is fallible. I don't know, that answer was pretty easy... but if he wanted to throw the game, why didn't he put down something like "Microsoft" for kicks?
• My birthday is tomorrow.
• I'm tired of Woburn. I want to graduate.
• Weirdly, the more effort I put into school, the more prone to error I become. And bored, but that's not weird.
• My writing is becoming increasingly dominated by short, stunted sentences that I don't like. I can't put together thoughts cohesively either, so I'm just making a list.
• National Treasure was kind of fun. So lame that the filmmakers knew it was lame, so they put in references to its lameness. And of course, Nicholas Cage is like lameness personified. I heard Tom Hanks was going to be in the movie based on The Da Vinci Code.

I love weekends. I wish I could be like those guys on Weekenders. It's always the weekend for them, and they never have homework either. Yesterday was more Driver Training at CAA. I made up my mind about it: really boring. Just two more sessions. Today I left my homework alone for two hours to watch The Incredibles, which incidentally is a good movie. CGI hair never looked so cool.

I paid attention to the previews, too. The Polar Express looks worse everytime I see an ad for it - maybe I don't understand the story, though. As far as I can tell, Santa Claus is a fascist dictator who kidnaps and threatens the lives of kids who don't believe in him. Revenge of the Sith looks okay, but I also thought Attack of the Clones looked okay. National Treasure looks lame and cool at the same time, like that show Relic Hunter. And I suppose it's a knockoff of The Da Vinci Code, too. I don't understand Cars. I can't see a premise in it at all. There was one other one... Christmas with the Kranks? I don't care about that one.

School is amazing - how can something demand so much work and yet be so boring? Next week is Charity Week, but my homeform is the spare period homeform. I don't think we're doing anything.

Yesterday I attended the first session of my CAA Driver Training Beginner/Novice Course. I really wanted to go to Young Drivers of Canada, where you "Learn to Drive... and Survive!" but they're like 00. CAA is only... 0. With a membership. But still, I get a free basic membership at the end and lower insurance rates.

I can't decide if it was really boring or really amusing. There were only six others in the class: three grown women (one of whom is a Woburn alumni; she asked if Mr Chan was still there and talked about what a great teacher he was) and three teenaged boys. One of the boys was one of those overzealously academic types, and the other two were pretty normal. We watched videos about laws of physics and road signs, and we played President at lunch. I even won a few times, which is disconcerting, because I suck at President.

So that's that. English media assignment? What English media assignment? (Don't worry Barbara, I'm on it.)

So my sister has moved out of our room and into the basement. Let the nerd jokes commence. She spent today clearing out the last of the old books and tapes, to my chagrin. She put away all of the Babysitter's Club and Goosebumps books (now what will I read when I'm in the depths of boredom?) and is even planning to sell some of them - that's not happening. Thankfully, Days of Our Lives Cookbook and one of my favourite self-help books, If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over? are safe and sound. She also tried to throw out maybe 20 hours worth of classic Looney Tunes cassettes, which I rescued and are now on the dresser in my room.

But her worst fallacy, in my opinion, was her attempt to throw out my old Rockapella audiotape. I mean, sure, I recorded it off of a tape from the library, and it's got a bunch of weird songs that I'd never listen to in my life, but I mean, come on: the theme from "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?" is on there! Complete with the exclamation of "Do it, Rockapella!" from the studio audience! I can't see how she could possibly see this tape as garbage, especially with just "Carmen Sandiego" scrawled on the label. That alone should have piqued her interest. What's even worse is that she's saved early Moffatts CDs... or any Moffatts CDs, for that matter. I think she needs some re-education.

Other than that, though, I've got a dead bed in my room that I need to get rid of. I've been on the top bunk of a bunk bed for almost ten years, and I see no need to change my sleeping altitude. So I'm thinking loft bed. This way, I can store all my crap under the bed, and I'll have a place that I can somewhat accurately call "the archives". I've always wanted archives. They sound bad, like places to store evil plans for doomsday weapons and world domination, and exhaustive observations about everything and everyone, but I'd just put all my old notes that I can't part with in there. Now I just have to sell it to my dad.

In any case, I have to work on my notes for my English presentation. Ugh.

Oh man, the chances that I'll finish my reading logs and notes on time are 1 in 108241. My work ethic is, if anything, getting worse. And English class sucks.

I got new glasses today. I had to, because I guess there was no other day that my family could go. But my new glasses are bad and I'm not wearing them, because I see double with them. The optician said I had to get used to them, but they were giving me a headache, so I'm wearing my old glasses. The somewhat ironic thing is that I was the one who was adamant that I needed new lenses, which the optometrist corroborated. My new prescription is something like 550 in my right eye, 675 in my left. Anyway, I can't see well at a distance with either pair of glasses. Of course, I was only wearing them for half an hour, but that was long enough to give me a fairly bad headache. Whining is overrated, this isn't fun at all.

So... it's Halloween. I carved the pumpkin yesterday, like I do every year, because I put Halloween at a higher priority than school - and that's the way it should be. This year's design is pretty cool, I think. It's a cat. I haven't done the traditional face for a few years, (last year was a bat, because rhymes are... cool... okay, I didn't notice they rhymed until now.) because why do a stupid face when you can do anything else that's cooler? My sister and brother both said it was terrible, which means it's fairly good, and there was one compliment so far tonight. Although... well, I usually get one compliment, from the same person every year. We've gotten one incidence of the "teenagers banging on your door with no costume" type. I told my sister to give those guys one tootsie roll each. Next year, we'll buy some of those crappy black and orange taffys just for them, or maybe we'll keep this year's tootsie roll leftovers for them... Happy Halloween, losers.

These reading notes are making me die or something. I'm going to practice El Camino Real.

I think I peaked creatively... sometime last year. Reading my old entries, it strikes me that I was a lot more vibrant back then. Maybe it was happiness about no more Careers or Civics or TAP? That sounds good. Right now, I should be either writing a poem in the style of Oliver Wendell Holmes or making a collage based on one of his poems. First of all, the style of Oliver Wendell Holmes is stupid. It's obscenely happy and light, with charming observations and charming morals and charming humour. It's saccharine even for me. Second, who makes collages based on poems? Who makes any collages? Is there a career in collage-making that I don't know about? If the ability to place pictures on a piece of paper so there's no negative space is an important one, let me know. I think I might be missing something.

So I'm not going to do either tonight. I'll get on it tomorrow. In other news, I'm finding that there are certain people who gravitate towards me on the bus: 1) people who reek of cigarettes, 2) people chewing gum loudly, and 3) people chewing anything loudly. Oh, and I can't forget people who are talking, either on their phones or to people next to them, using voices that carry clearly from one end of the bus to the other - when the bus is crowded. And these are often the same people who can't finish a sentence without swearing at least twice. So now, a lot of the time when I'm on a bus, I'm inwardly repeating to myself, "I have a G1. I will learn to drive. I will have a car." but I know it's not going to happen. My sister's dragging her heels on her G2, which means my dad inexplicably can't even let me release the parking brake and roll down the driveway. It's not like there's anything across the street I could bump into, either. And I dreamt once that I could drive. I think that cinches it.

I guess I'm up for some random self-reflection. I'm pretty sure I've figured out how my mind works: it's like an archive. When I acquire information, I categorize it, catelogue it, and file it away. Because of the catelogue, I'm usually aware of the things I know, but it takes longer to actually recall them. When I'm learning new things, even if I understand then, I usually feel like I'm getting ahead of myself - until I classify everything. Maybe this is why I'm such a bad conversationalist: everything in my mind is already organized and filed away, so there's no need to discuss anything.

Or, maybe that's all completely wrong. It doesn't matter, I never wanted to be a psychiatrist.

Something's wrong with school - it's about ten times more boring than it usually is. I mean, I say school's boring on a regular basis, but it's never this boring. Nothing is happening. I go to class, I do my work, and every so often I go to a university presentation. There's something seriously wrong when I consider watering plants in the library a highlight of the day.

I want to see a movie, but they all look pretty bad. I was excited about The Forgotten, but that's apparently stupid. Shark Tale looks bad without me reading any reviews. So instead, I'm at home and watching Passions (which is obscenely better than Days) everyday, and contemplating watching a DVD - but never getting around to it. We got Aladdin last week, and Aladdin is really cool. It even came with a Genie toy, just like The Lion King came with a Simba toy. I'm going to buy all the Disney DVDs from the late eighties and early nineties, because those movies rule.

I have nothing else going on. Except that I want some blue yarn and some bronze yarn, so I can knit a Ravenclaw scarf and maybe a toque too. Ravenclaw rules 'cause the smart kids are in it.

Long weekends are so cool. The way I look at them is the last day off is Sunday, the second last is Saturday, etc. So yesterday, to me, was Friday. Two Fridays in a row, and I didn't go to school on the second one. I love that.

So between my two Gmail accounts, I have eleven invites and no one to give them to. I guess I could be a nice person and just post the URLs for them, and whoever happens to see them first could have them. But I'm not that nice.

I have to justify my choice of Oliver Wendell Holmes for my poetry ISU. I don't think my teacher will accept "I closed my eyes and put my finger to the page." Have I ever written that I don't like English class? Because it's true.

I can't form coherent thoughts today. Maybe it's too early... on a Saturday! Man, this entry disgusts even me. I have to buy my little brother a birthday present. His birthday was over two weeks ago. See? I can't even finish a paragraph correctly without starting another thought. I think I should blame English class.

Today, I did my yearly messing-up of the first real tests in both A&G and Calculus. It's like some subconscious ritual: I can't score above 90% on my first test in a math class, ever. One of the most horrible feelings must be the one you get when you realise a question on the test is from your homework last class, but you didn't do it, and you've completely forgotten how to answer the question.

I have two lab reports to do and research notes to make. Boring. (Bohr-ing? TVO makes some weird educational videos. Their atomic theory series is especially mad scientist-esque.)

Speaking of TVO, does anybody other than myself and my sister remember Join In!? You'd think it would be memorable, with its premise of three "artists" sharing a loft as their workspace - Nikki, the sound effects engineer; Jacob, the set designer or something; and Zack, the naive and starving actor who always whined about not having a job. Zack was so cool, because being the "child" on the show (you can't have a kids' show with three adults who already know everything) he was slow, uninformed, and had an extremely bad work ethic. He was so lazy, he rigged up a toy train set (I think he rigged it up. Maybe it came with the loft.) so they could move candy and drinks from the kitchen to the balcony without moving. There were magic people living in the train's tunnel. They also had designated clothing: Nikki wore cool scarves, Jacob wore paint-splattered overalls, and Zack wore tight faded jeans, high-tops and a shirt with a zigzag on it. Sometimes, when he walked, he zigzagged. It was his signature move.

And to think, no one remembers a cool show like that.

I hope I'm not getting bored of this site. That would not be beneficial... stupid streams-of-consciousness are pretty much what keep up my writing skills.

I've realised that it isn't just that I don't like the new Physics teacher, but that she makes me dislike Physics as well. I wasn't expecting that. That's why I'd rather study chemistry in university than physics, despite physics being easier: my chemistry teacher is the same sort as my physics teacher, but I like chemistry. And I'm going to base my entire career on that.

I'm not, really. My plan is to get a general BSc and then specialize in whatever seems coolest at that point. Analytical Chemistry, Atmospheric Sciences, who the heck cares? It's not as scary as it sounds.

I also find that being a library page is a lot of fun. Really. And not just scanning books, even though that is probably the best part. I have access to the printer behind the desk, the key that bypasses the money requirement for the photocopier, and even the magnetic strips ("tattle tapes") that make the alarm go off. And the book demagnetizer is just a lot of fun - the clicking sound it makes is much more satisfying that it seems it would be.

Man, I hate poetry. I hate reading it, I hate analysing it, I hate writing it. English class sucks, and all because of poetry.