Saturday, January 3, 2004 - 12:24 a.m.:
I'm forcing myself to do this because it's the only thing keeping up my literate... ness... See? It's urgent. But I should go to sleep soon because I have a big two days ahead of me. I've barely even thought about homework since that Friday afternoon, so long ago. Like two weeks ago.
So... what do I have to do? I can't remember. I didn't write anything down in my agenda because who the heck even looks at their agenda on the last two days of school before the holidays? I know I've got some really boring stuff in Religion (poster of Meera! let me die quickly of boredom and lack of... fun. My vocabulary has really shrunk.) and in French (all about the Côte d'Ivoire... in French.) And there's something abou empirical something in Chemistry... there might've been some Physics.
Dangit, I know I've got more than four courses. Nothing in Math; nothing in English; I hope nothing in Anthropology, though there might be a test; what's the other course? Oh yeah, Computers! That's a laugh. We never ever ever do anything in computers.
Now that that's out of the way... I hate school. The last two weeks were a good example of how I'd like to spend the rest of my life. I hope at least some of you were watching Days... okay, compared to what you'd normally be watching on television, it's really not that good at all, but it's an acquired taste. I guess. So Roman died today. Good. See, I didn't like Roman. At all. Probably because of the inept way he'd been handling the killer case all along. That's why they had to kill Abe off first - Abe would have had the killer behind bars within a week. We miss you, Abraham!
I also didn't like Roman because of the horrible way he's treated Sami. Like marrying the woman who's tried to have her killed multiple times; framinh her for murder, leaving her for dead on death row when he knew she was innocent (the system didn't quite work then, did it Roman?); constantly harassing her; I could go on. I think the worst part of all is that the marriage made Lucas and Sami step-siblings! Ew! Roman, Kate, have some sensitivity for the Lucas and Sami fans. Oh well, it was only for a couple of hours.
Some good can come out of a disgusting sham of a wedding, though. Like hilarious stuff! Drunk Nicole is the best thing since... drunk Lucas. Like when Bonnie was all "Let's let this party started!" to the stunned silence of the wedding guests, and then Drunk Nicole lifted her glass and went "Wheeeee!" And words cannot express the comedic genius of Drunk Nicole trying to do the tush push, flailing her arms around, and knocking back more liquor while she's doing it.
Okay, it's way too late now. On an ending note, how come New Year's Day is the day after Christmas on Days? They got some crazy calendar out there. Also, I used the word 'day' too many times in that sentence.
Hi everyone! Nothing really interesting has happened for a while... oh yeah, Christmas. I got:
- A "Fairy" day planner
- Teen Tarot - a book about how to interpret the Tarot and how it relates to me as a teen. It goes with the Tarot cards I got for my birthday, I guess. Strange, though, because they're from two different people.
- A horrible sweater with 3/4 length sleeves with horizontal orange and green stripes. Nevermind that it's some hot, itchy material, but do you know what orange and green stripes look like with my skin colour? Only white people can wear that sweater. It was so horrible that when they (my cousin's family, who gave me the sweater in question) asked me if I would rather have the one they bought for my cousin (which is the same only with red and orange stripes) I actually said yes. Even though it's not much better. Bah.
It's not fair because my brother and sister got Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic and Black & White for each other. And Teen Tarot and the fairy planner for me. I want a game where I'm a Jedi... or a god.
I'm low on creativity, so here's something I copied out of somebody's Livejournal:
Copy this list into your journal.
Bold the things that you have in common with me.
Whatever you don't bold, replace with things about you.
01. I had a love/hate relationship with the mirror as a teen.
02. I don't have to pee.
03. I am not a horrible fuck-up.
04. I would be okay with 9-to-5ing.
05. I don't understand why people seem to think I'm smart.
06. I dream of having a healthy relationship someday.
07. I enjoy chenille blankets.
08. I'm overly critical of myself
09. I think if everyone just does whatever they want and the word "poser" is abolished from the English language, we'll all be okay.
10. I do not have a runny nose.
11. I sometimes sleep with a fan on for noise to drown out the "night noises."
12. I'm not very susceptible to getting seriously depressed.
3. I use the computer far too much.
14. I haven't had my heart broken.
15. I'm a photo-philiac.
16. I find soap operas to be greatly entertaining.
17. Growing up, my parents were always married. And still are.
18. I don't love Virginia (DC Area).
19. I think that I have a chubby face. I want it to be skinnier and chic! Just kidding. I don't know what to replace this with, so I'm just gonna leave it here.
20. If I could, I'd eliminate racism.
21. I'm too moody, the simplist things will either piss me off or make me happy.
22. Demonic possession is interesting to me.
23. I am not hungry.
24. I do not have a significant other.
25. I am good at being deceptive to those that I dislike.
26. I am not over-emotional.
27. People intimidate me.
28. I am not often broke.
29. I am not happy with where I am in my life right now.
30. I love music.
31. I hate love it when people are obvious in their pursuit of being in the spotlight.
32. I can be a hypocrite. :0)
33. I wish I had more free time, but I waste it whenever I do.
34. I think there's way too much pressure in my life.
35. I internalize my problems but I fear that when I open up no one will care. (Obviously.)
36. Sometimes I break out CDs I haven't listened to in years just because.
37. I was never suicidal.
38. I have a habit of putting things off at the last minute, but sometimes I get an idea to do something and I have to do it immediatly. It becomes a short lived obsession.
39. I still do not have to pee.
40. I wish I were more creative.
41. I miss being a little kid.
42. I wish that Christmas lasted a month.
43. I believe that if you can't mock yourself then you have no right to mock others.
44. I'd rather be too cold than too hot.
45. I often dwell on the past and regret my actions.
46. I have never actually seen Susan Lucci act and therefore cannot judge her acting ability.
47. I believe you cannot control your sexuality.
48. I worry that others percieve me as stupid and irritating.
49. I think labels are kooky and fun.
50. I did this because I was bored.
And that, children, is how you make it look like you can write a lot when you really did next to nothing... other than adding in bunches of <p>s and <b>s and junk like that.
It's Christmas Eve! How about that.
Well, this is the second consecutive year that something has threatened my level of consciousness over the holidays. Last year, it was a cold gone bad - I woke up strangely weak and lightheaded on Christmas Day.
This year, it's more my fault. While cutting on orange for eating purposes this morning, I unfortunately cut my finger. No big deal, right? Wrong. I guess the cut is pretty deep (I still haven't checked), because I couldn't get it to stop bleeding, even after a few minutes. So I started running around and panicking. I'm not sure what happened after that, but I remember going back to the kitchen, feeling increasingly lightheaded, telling my mom that I was going to faint, and then I opened my eyes and I was lying on the floor.
See, in retrospect, I obviously went into shock, but why did I go into shock? I hadn't lost much blood, my blood pressure couldn't have dropped significantly... I bring myself to the conclusion that I am a total wimp that cannot stand the sight of blood. Isn't that great?
At this point, I still had a bleeding middle finger on my left hand. Everyone came out (my mother, my brother, my cousin, my aunt and my uncle... everyone except my sister who was sleeping in :D) and all the adults presented their solutions to stop the damn bleeding.
I think I dragged myself to the living room couch. My mother wrapped wet cloths around my finger and stuck an ice pack on it, which I don't think was the correct thing to do. In fact, I don't think any of them really knew what to do except my aunt, who was trying to tell me to put pressure on it and elevate it, but she was drowned out by my mom with her teabags and my uncle with his tourniquet. :O
I was actually okay at that point. I watched the Wayne Brady Show and found the Doctors Book of Home Remedies, which said that if the bleeding didn't stop for more than fifteen minutes, call a doctor. I was pretty keen to call a doctor, after over half an hour of bleeding. But here's the thing: They wouldn't let me call the doctor. Seriously. I picked up the phone and said I was going to call TeleHealth Ontario, and my mom actually took the phone from me. Then she called my dad, who told me not to call the doctor. So I was all, what? Would you rather I bleed all day? But whatever. I think it's still oozing blood. I guess if I bring a professional into the picture, they'll think it's actually a serious problem.
So... I'm not dead. I'm glad. Wow, I turned that into a lot more than it really was, you know. I spent the day helping my sister play The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and watching DOOL.
Happy Christmas, everyone!
Day one of Christmas holiday: boring. I went to the Town Centre with my brother in the afternoon... bought some stuff... see, I know my sister reads this, so I can't write anything. Even if I don't write what I got her, she'll probably blackmail me with any information I publish.
Oh man... I have no inspiration. This is what the holidays do to me. You know what's weird? Usually I have this transitional period between school and holiday, when I have to get out of the school routine. But today, it was just normal. I think that says a lot. Like... school never even sunk in this time.
If I had written this last Wednesday or Thursday, it probably would have contained something like "Mes dents sont libres!" because I got my braces off! In retrospect, that seems like a pretty big thing to not blog, especially for a sixteen-year-old. Anyway, mes dents ne sont pas libres. I got my retainer on Friday. Retainers are so annoying... taking them off for every meal... having a big thing of plastic on the roof of your mouth... yeah. Six more months of this, and then I'm done with orthodontia for good. With hope. Wow, I've had some sort of appliance in my mouth for almost 5 years now.
The Multicultural Holiday Assembly (ohmygosh, political correctitude) was kind of lacklustre. I didn't get a point out of most of the drama pieces. "Christmas in Asiancourt" was based entirely on one joke. The Chamber Choir performed "Amazing Grace"... again. Jazzworks did some stuff that was entertaining, in an Old Navy commercial kind of way. I like Old Navy commercials, I really do.
But you know what rocked? The Indian dance. I think they were called Mosaic or something, I'm not sure, but damn, they were good. Even if they weren't totally in synch and I'm pretty sure everyone was only watching the one in green, they rocked. The music rocked. Okay, it didn't "rock", but it was great. And I loved how directly following them was the "Amazing Grace" number. Okay, no offense, but compared to Mosaic, the Choir was totally, totally boring.
I totally stayed up too late doing schoolwork last night. While the Anthropology [, Sociology and Psychology] textbook is a pretty interesting read, the actual course is... meh. Our teacher's cool, but the anthropology head teacher seems boring. All her assignments are boring. Our actual teacher is cool because he's really laid back and stuff, and he said my lame and derivative paper on "Nature Vs. Nurture" (it was such a narrow topic for an in-class essay) was masterful work and he gave me perfect.
Anyway, we had two assignments due today for Anthro. Doesn't that sound weird? Anthro. It's like... slang for anthracite. "I ain't cheap! I use the anthro... not the bituminous." If I got just one thing out of grade seven, it was the distinction between anthracite and bituminous coal. Thanks, Mr. Gorman.
This is the third paragraph I'm starting about my anthropology assignments. Okay, so the first one was a Grade 9 Survival Manual! From me. Poor kids. The other was part of the big ISU: Sex in the Media. I totally copped out on it because I started at 7:30 last night. ANd every fifteen minutes I checked the soap opera message boards for new messages... about stuff like Bryan Dattilo's hair and Celeste's wigs. Soaps are so shallow. It's like... Will and Grace, only a lot shallower. And that's why it's so much fun.
Oh well, I tried to write about Anthropology. I guess my heart just wasn't in it. Man, Days today was cool. First of all, even though Belle is back and I hate Belle and Shawn-D, it struck me today how pretty Kirsten Storms is. Huh. And even weirder: usually Belle's the one you want to kill and you only want to cause mild pain to Shawn-D, but it was the other way around today. Only one solution: kill both of the 19-year-old mallrats.
In other news, Sami is great as the one being chased by the murderer. She screams well. Now who is the impersonator of the Salem Serial Killer??? Only time will tell. Who am I kidding, I read the spoilers. It's Lucas. Boy, Lucas has a weird sense of humour. The way to tell her you love her? Chase her around wearing a hockey mask, wielding a knife and later an axe. And oh yeah, push her down some stairs. And then scare both her and your mom, all together! Kodak moment. Methinks maybe it was only Lucas for part of that whole thing, though. Maybe only the part when he jumped out of the closet on Sami and Kate. That was funny, those two hanging on to each other and screaming. Sami and Kate, what cards!
I am so done. School, I mean. For the rest of 2003. For the most part. I'm pretty sure the last assignment I have is the physics lab for tomorrow (which I'd start if I learned anything from last night. Hey, late start tomorrow!) and then it's piddly stuff for the rest of the year (which is a week!). And then it's Christmas! Damn, I haven't done any shopping yet. I should get on that. I'm thinking one stop to Coles should do it.
And we got our exam schedules today. Yay! Exams. We have English, Chemistry, and Physics. Meh for English, sucks to Chemistry, and yay for Physics! I'm also happy because that should be around the time Tony is attacked on Days, so I get to watch it live. Maybe the big reveal will happen when I'm at home. That'd be something to tell... some kids. "I was watching live when the Salem Stalker was revealed as [insert name here, preferably Marlena or Belle]." Then of course, if they were Days-literate children, they'd say, "But the real Salem Stalker was rapist Alan Harris!" and I'd say... something. Whatever, I'm bored of this stream of consciousness. Bye!
Yeah, so... um... I have homework. I'm supposed to be making a graphic organizer of some essay thing about sex in the media (damn me for giving up violence... I could've at least talked to my dad about that!) so my plan is to surf around, find out a really cool, popular opinion other than "there's too much of it" or "kids are being brainwashed" that's got statistics and support behind it, and... graphically organize it. So now I have to do it. Yeah.
Ahem. I think, later in life, I'll publish a book. Invisibility: How To Make It So People Whom You've Known For Over Five Years Can Walk Right Past You Without Noticing You. That's right, I used "whom" correctly. The title may be a bit too specific. Anyway, yeah, I was thinking about this on the bus when someone I've known for over five years walked right past me without noticing me. It amused me, greatly. I then started thinking about how I would be the best undercover spy... ever.
Of course, you have to sacrifice a lot to become an elite undercover spy like I am. For example, you have to make very little effort to socialize for over five years. Now that I think about it, I may have lost more than I gained. Oh well.
For the last few hours, all I've been doing is lurking on soap opera message boards (they're hilarious! soap operas themselves, they are) and playing Golden Sun. Maybe I'm not paying attention to it, but I'm stuck in Golden Sun. What are you supposed to do after you get Piers' orb? They keep saying to go to his ship, but they never said which one was his ship. Is it the one in Alhafra? Because I can't get through Yampi desert, for some reason. I keep going around in circles.
If you couldn't tell, that entire thing about Golden Sun was made up. I was trying to satirize the clueless role-playing game... playing person. Of course, it was an ineffective satire, because I didn't suggest an improvement. See? I do learn things in English class.
What a long, painful, amusing week. Okay, firstly and most importantly, my birthday was on Tuesday! I'm now sixteen. I got:
- pretty jewelry from my mommy
- Trivial Pursuit DVD Pop Culture!!! from my little brother. It must be the sweetest board game I've ever played. I won when I played against my brother on Tuesday, but last night I played with my sister and my brother and she won. We were all happy because it was ten minutes to 1 AM.
- A telescope from my dad. Actually we got it last month, but I guess it was in my name. It's really cool and big. I saw Venus with it. I totally answered "very likely" to the "If you could have a telescope, would you want it?" question on that Careers personality test last year.
- Tarot cards from my sister. They said that I should watch out for a promotion when I asked if I would finish my book review on time.
- a hair brush/comb set from Loheetha
- a really cute pen from Stella (it has a stamp on the end! But no inkpad. That's pushing it, I guess.)
- Two cakes. One normal chocolate one from Loblaws (from my dad) and one wicked one with Pokemon plastic rings on it from Dominion (from my uncle.)
So I guess that was my sweet sixteen. Pretty good, especially with Trivial Pursuit DVD Pop Culture. I think it would make more sense if it was Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture DVD. The only thing is that sometimes it has really easy questions for the final question. Like I got "What is the more common name of William something something something Windsor?" It's quite upsetting to the other players.
That's not all that happened last week! It was also the sacred week of Charity at Woburn, also known as Charity Week. On the surface, it seems like the school is full of wholesome, generous students, but in truth it's the cold, ruthless competition that drives everyone to make money.
What happens is each homeform is given the task of raising money for the cause of the year (I think this year it was some organization that gives bedding to the poor and Variety Village.) The homeform that raises the most money wins and is showered with a pizza party (or something, I forget) and the rest of the school hates them for like five minutes. Just kidding, it's more like three.
Our homeform didn't do anything, because we're gifted and therefore need excessive amounts of motivation to do anything. Not me, though. I made chocolate cupcakes on Monday. Then I kept them all week and finally let my family at them. In class, we passed an envelope around and had everyone donate some money. That's totally like what the homeform I'm in does every year. =(
My cousin's family came in from Brunei on Sunday night. Then they moved into our house on Monday. They can't live in the condo they bought when they were here two years ago because they're renting it out, and they have to go back soon anyway because my cousin has to write exams.
I guess it's nice that they're here for the holidays, but they keep messing with my DOOL taping. They insist on watching Tamil movies that were recorded off of DVDs every day. DOOL didn't tape at all on Thursday because they were watching and every other day at least one weird thing happened, like the tape eing rewound to strange places before it starts recording, thus taping over stuff I was saving. I lost the Cassie's Stabbing and Pinata Death episode! That one was like such a keeper.
Thursday night was the always enjoyable Christmas conert at Woburn, this year entitled "Holiday Harmonies". It was... good. I don't know, it's hard to tell when you're not in the audience. The Concert Band was good, I can tell you that.
Now... wait, I've been writing for more than half an hour. I'm going to leave.
