I made a whole new button that quick! Wow! I had to use the picture from this layout because all my stuff was deleted a while back.

Use it wisely.

No school does a person good. I didn't do too much today... cleaned a little, cooked a little, played Knights of the Old Republic a little. The game keeps crashing though... danged annoying. I don't think I saved it... I accidentally threatened a shopkeeper and got Dark Side points. I didn't mean to do it, honestly...

I watched Days, of course... and a bit of Passions, just to change it up. Lucas and Sami weren't on today so it was pretty bad. Like this:

Hope: I think one of these women is the killer. [ hands John a list ]

John: Okay... Alice Horton, don't see anything wrong with that... Marlena?! Are you insane?

Hope: No, I put Julie on there too!

Shawn-D: [ grabs the list ] Ohmigosh, Belle knows all of these people! She must be the next victim. Okay, you have to let me on the force so I can save Belle.

Hope: What the hell kind of fool do you take me for?

John: The kid's got a point. Okay Shawn, you can play too - I mean, your assistance is needed and greatly appreciated.

Hope: Okay, first of all, John, you're not a cop to begin with. Shawn-D, you're probably still a teenager. You can't be a cop.

John and Shawn-D: Tough.

Yeah... Today they were a little more stupid than normal, I think. Even worse was Shawn constantly describing his telepathic bond with Belle as exactly like his parent's bond. That doesn't explain why everyone likes them and everyone hates Shawn and Belle.

Passions is a lot better than it was when I watched last summer. Apparently Beth had a hilarious ninja scene that I didn't watch. Hmph.

Long weekend! Well, for students. In the TDSB. (And not employees of the TDSB, so my sister has to go to work! :D) P.A. Day. Professional Activity Day. I'v been hearing that since kindergarten, and I still have no idea what it's referring to. Maybe if I put some effort into it... nah, it's not worth it.

So... what to do tomorrow? I could watch Lion King 1 1/2, which my father generously bought at my request yesterday. It's a... co-quel. It's bound to be good, right? Maybe I'll just watch Lion King. Man, Lion King rules.

So today morning was really bad. I was on the bus, about to get off at the stop in front of the school. The driver pulled up to the stop, slowed down, and then didn't stop and pulled away. And when I asked him what he was doing, he just ignored me! Wouldn't have made a difference, though, what with the windrows. I learned that word... yesterday. So I had to walk back to school.

We got out of school at 12:45, which was obviously cool. Not cool is my 88% in Chemistry and 91% in Computers. My rank is 9 in Chemistry. A foreseeable solution is killing the top 8, I think. Or maybe just incapacitating them... or making them stupid somehow.

I taped Conan O'Brien last night... morning... to see what all the Canadian hoopla was about. I was ashamed. It wasn't Conan who was bad, it was the audience. They were cheering for 5 minutes at the beginning! Canadians really aren't that damn annoying. Not all of them, at least.

The assembly yesterday was... pretty bad. There were two of them because the whole school can't fit into the auditorium, and the first one ran half an hour long so they had to cut half an hour out of the second one. here wasn't really anything good, either... prefects are better at drama than the drama students are, I learned. And false information in the drama performance! The "gifted student" said that there was an episode of Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers in which Zordon is lost and the Rangers have to go find him. No such episode. Zordon only becomes lost, if I recall, late into the Power Rangers Turbo and throughout Power Rangers in Space.

I'm a better gifted student than whoever wrote that script.

I haven't been around these parts for awhile... Everything after last last Saturday was pretty bad. On Saturday, my mom left for Sri Lanka... she's coming back on Tuesday. Agh. My brother and sister are totally un-domestic, so the task of cleaning like everything falls to me. Granted, I have a bunch of help since my mom's brother's family is living with us and my aunt cooks, but still. I've spent a good part of the past week washing dishes and vacuuming, so that may factor into my lack of making entries.

And then there was French. French is the ultimate slacker course, so I'm thrown off guard when we get actual assignments. Even when they're assigned months before the due date. Friday was the due date for our (mine and my partner's) presentation on the political history of the Côte d'Ivoire - possibly the most interesting thing I could have imagined. Oh, that Houphouet-Boigny and his PDCI! Militant opposition didn't get him anywhere, so he... changed his policy to one of practical co-operation!

The English play was also an annoying thing. The assignment was a fifteen-minute condensation of Hamlet, with an optional (if you want good marks) creative twist. We hadn't even decided on a premise until a few days before exams, and then we forgot all about it until a few days before the end of exams. The idea: Hamlet as a Western. It was actually a lot of fun, but it would have been a heck of a lot better if we had actually done at least one full rehearsal (i.e. with the entire cast present.) Apparently my accent was frighteningly accurate. Well, I don't know about that.

The rest of school was a bunch of crap.

But Days, on the other hand, was wickedly good and cool. Lucas and Sami were on all week, and were on next week's previews too! Balance problems will probably ensue, but it'll be good while it lasts. It doesn't matter, anyway, because they can totally carry the show. Sami's fantasy on Friday just confirmed that. She offhandedly commented to Lucas about the absurdity of them being domestic when she was making breakfast and he was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. He offhandedly replied that they were "a real Ozzie and Harriet", which of course got Sami to thinking. Then was the black-and-white Ozzie and Harriet fantasy, which was broken up by the bluebird on the windowsill telling her that they were more like Ozzy and Sharon.

The following Osbournes fantasy was absolutely hilarious. Especially Will as Jack, walking in with his white-boy 'fro and whipping his toast onto the couch. And then of course Lucas as Ozzy himself, haphazardly hollering for Sami/Sharon to get Will something to eat because he threw his toast onto the couch and knocking everything over while getting a drink from his flask. See? Daytime TV is better just because of Lucas and Sami. The line "ohh shizamm, son of a hell, fu-BLEEEEP-bloody hell....." is probably the best one I've ever heard on television that airs between 9am and 3pm.

Oh yeah Marlena's the killer. No clone, no brainchip, no look-alike... she's just plain old crazy.

Right now I should be expanding my one-page handout about Joseph McCarthy and McCarthyism. I like the word McCarthyism. It seems like it would be satisfying to yell "That's McCarthyism, pure and simple!" to someone. Just like "Bolshevism, pure and simple!". I don't think it matters if the person you're yelling at knows what Bolshevism or McCarthyism are, but it just sounds cool. Kind of romantic. In fact, I think it would be pretty cool if someone yelled one of those at random intervals in a conversation with someone. In public. I bet that would gain him or her some respect.

This week should be pretty fun. Spirit Assembly on Wednesday, early dismissal on Thursday and P.A. Day on Friday. I don't think we'll get any work done. I still have the Mole Day songs stuck in my head: "Equal volumes of gases at the same temperature have the same number of moles... Amedeo Avogadro, that was his hypothesis." and "Ride ride ride that molar coaster; come on and take a ride with me... ride ride ride, ride that molar coaster, something something something something something..."

In other news, I somehow partially lost my senses today and got into a car that my sister was driving. It was pretty funny though, like when she couldn't find the parking brake and how she never went over 20 km/h so the doors never automatically locked. I want my G-1 now.

I'll finish with some authentic old Western sayings: "Yeh balled up croaker!", "What a shindy!" and "Get me a shot of that oh-be-joyful." They're kind of... not funny.

I just deleted a bunch of junk from the... column thing. I wrote that a long time ago (like a year ago) and in retrospect, it's real stupid. And there's no point in having system requirements on the page that is to be viewed.

So, what's new... exams. I wrote English on Friday, that was excellently bad and will probably be like... an iron weight... attached to my average. That's like a simile. I mean that is a simile. So... yeah.

And today, I wrote Physics. Now, the exam itself was rather frighteningly easy; I finished about fifteen minutes before we were even allowed to leave. Then I sat there staring at the data sheet for about half an hour, because no one was leaving. And then I let the allotted number of people leave before I did (approx. 7, when the exam is easy and you can tell that everyone is done), and then I left. But that's not my gripe for today.

No, my gripe for today is the Toronto freakin Transit Commission. Why does it suck so much? I left fifteen minutes earlier than I normally do today (the exam started at the same time school usually does) and I arrived ten minutes later than I usually do. Not cool. The moral: don't trust a TTC bus to come on schedule as far as you can throw one.

But neither of these were the highlight of my day... you guessed it. Ohmigosh did you see DOOL today Tony died! Finally! Well, okay, he was attacked. Down with stupid Tony. And also, Sami admitted her love for Lucas - in a clown car! Doesn't get much better than that. Actually, today's episode was really stupid, apart from those two things. The tiger was badly bluescreened (for lack of... the correct term), the attack just looked really weird, and Tony stood there talking for the whole episode. And Belle and Shawn were in it. That itself brought the quality down like 200 notches. It was boring other than the parts with Lucas and Sami and Will.

Tomorrow, I just know they're all going to fawn over poor little Belle who is being emotionally traumatized by these deaths because they're just hitting closer and closer to home. Shut the heck up, Belle.

And then Wednesday the killer is... revealed. It would have been so much better if it wasn't leaked weeks ago and Soap Opera Digest hadn't put a big picture of her face on their new issue, with "Days Killer Revealed" over it. The NBC promos are okay, but they should run crawlers along the bottom saying "marlena marlena marlena marlena marlena etc." There's also a Chemistry exam on Wednesday. As you can see, my priorities are in perfect order.

Oh, hey, it's snowing.

It's Friday, and school is trying very hard to kill us all. I mean really, the Chemistry homework on things we were never really taught and will be tested on next week will take me at least like 5 hours to do because every ten minutes I go do something else. And then I won't be able to study for my test in Anthropology because my chemistry teacher is trying to make sure that I spend all my time doing chemistry.

And my English teacher thinks I can do an essay about a sleep-inducing Hamlet soliloquy, and my Religion teacher thinks I can somehow extract amusement from her assignments, and my Math teacher... well, he's not bad, it's just that we spend the entire class discussing things that have nothing to do with math so I can never get a start on the homework... e.g., today we started our lesson fifteen minutes before the end of class. I'm not complaining about the amount of work. Just that it's all the kind of work that sucks your soul out of you and leaves you weighing the pros and cons of dropping out of school and becoming a... stenographer. Or a typewriter repairperson. If there's anything I always wanted to be, it's a typewriter repairperson.

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