I love Friday. I say that every Friday. It's true.

But ew... this weekend I have a whole bunch of science review questions to do, and there's a science test on Monday. Leave it to my teacher to have a unit test and two assignments due on the same day.

In History, we had a lecture about WWI. I took six pages of notes. My hand hurt, but it was good. It reminded me very strongly of Mr. Taylor's Social Studies/History/whatever else he taught us (he taught us a lot of stuff - he had a lot of leeway, since the subject he taught us was "Core".)

I got five plusses in Computers, because I could convert base seven to base sixteen and base eight really fast. I just want to know what the heck the plusses give me. They're not marks. They're just... plusses.

I'm tired... but not sleepy. I don't like this. I'm forcing myself to stare at the screen...

Which tarot card are you?

I'm supposed to be doing Computer homework right now. Stupid question... "To what extent would centralized authority be present today had computer technology not been available? To what extent would we be better off or worse off without computer technology?" ...I don't care. It happened. We can't change it. Why on earth do we have to study it? This is not what I was hoping to do.

Now I want to be a web designer. Hey, I could drop out and be a famous, rich and not to mention powerful web site designer and get 100 vacation days a year! That'd be cool. But then those truant officers would come after me... in Hawaii.

I've wanted to go to Bali for so long, and now the terrorists had to go and ruin it. Now all I have is Hawaii. But... I could just sing Kokomo all day and imagine I was somewhere in the tropics. I even know the cheesy folk dance!

Life is getting progressively worse, which I didn't think could happen. Today, I learned that my teacher for TAP yesterday marked me absent for reasons of which I have no idea. Since, clerically, I was present for every class except TAP yesterday, I was skipping. Now I have to get the teacher's signature saying that I was there, but it's gonna be hard to explain it to her since she wasn't actually there - it was another idiot teacher that marked me absent. And the teacher I have to get the signature from doesn't really understand English very well.

And I have a lot of English and Science homework, and I think I have some Careers homework too, but that can all wait. School has fallen to pretty much lowest priority now. Meh, being there should be enough. I'm surrounded by idiots most of the time anyway. I think I'm whining now, but I don't care...

On Neopets, I finally managed to ignore my thriftyness and spend a whole bunch of NP on the lab map pieces. I just changed the gender of one of them. But that's okay, because the pet that got a gender change could be male or female.

I'm a Pansy. The bloom of thought. Thoughts are my haven. I prefer solitude and quiet places so I can ponder uninterrupted. What bloom are you? by Polly_Snodgrass

Wow, what's that about? In my garden, there's a solitary pansy plant... we planted a whole bunch years ago, and we thought all of them died, but when it started raining it grew. It's like a flash of bluish purple among the crab grass and other assorted weeds. Very symbollic.

I should explain stuff... I don't like Macintosh (iMac, to be precise) keyboards because they're too small. I also don't like macs in general, because they mess up stylesheets (see next paragraph) and they're generally too happy. And, despite what others say, the UI is gross...

And about the stylesheet: I saw this site on the mac this morning, and the layout was perfect because I, being perfect, perfected it on pretty much all resolutions except those crazy ones under 800x600/ (actually, that's a pretty big part of the Internet population, but they should really get new monitors.) However, the text was too tiny to read. So, I changed it. But, you say, it did not change at all! But did it? It didn't, but I changed the measure from points to a percentage. This is %70. Of what, I do not know.

Today was really boring, by the way. And I think tomorrow will be even more boring. No reason to describe it.

And finally, about that cute cat on the barrel. In my boredness, I took a picture of it (you already knew that)and uploaded it to the computer and uploaded it to my webspace. So, here it is:

Isn't it cute? It's kind of fuzzy... I couldn't focus.

I'm currently in the same computer lab I was in some time near the end of last school year. I bet I could find the entry I made then in my archives. Now I remember why I hate macintosh keyboards...

I'm in Careers now, by the way. "Researching" web design.

Bahaha... I'm trying to concentrate on my homework, but... well, no.

It's Monday and I've been home all day! I love it. I don't think Monday was ever meant for going back to school/work or whatever. I think every Monday there should be a delayed start. Yeah, that'd good.

I'm feeling a little nostalgic. I turned the heater on, and now I smell the dust that's accumulated there all year burning. It's kind of festive. Anyway, I think it's the first time this year (the year having started somewhere in the middle of summer) that my fingers are so cold that it's impeding my typing. I keep typing a semicolon instead of an apostrophe. It's annoying.

There was a picturesque scene in my nackyard today... See, there's this old barrel in my yard, among some dead tree wood and an old vegetable garden that's pretty much all goldenrod now. I don't know a) why there's a barrel there in the first place (it's been there as long as I've known, probably longer) and b) what's in it, but it's really cool. Anyway, on this barrel, there was a cat. A cool looking cat - not one of those tabbies. I think it was a calico. I couldn't get close enough to see... I have this history of scaring away cats. But I digress. It just laid there on the barrel for a few hours, and then it left. It was really cool. It was staring at me, so I did the only logical thing - snap some digital pictures of it. That should be good. I couldn't get it to focus right, though.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow. But then, neither do most people. I still have homework. Byebye.

da da da daaa daaa daaa da da da da da.... that's 76 Trombones.

It's eerily silent. I haven't turned on the TV because there's nothing good on it.

I got 23/30 on my playing test for 76 Trombones because I'm not very good. I got 45/50 on my math test because I'm not very thorough with checking my answers.

My computer teacher worsens. Now he's actually giving us wrong information, according to my dad. He calls the sign bit the carry-over bit. I'm not entirely sure what's going on.

Did you know 31 in octal is 25 in decimal? 31_OCT is 25 _DEC? Hallowe'en is Christmas... it amuses me.

Now 76 Trombones is gone from my head and that new Coldplay song is there. I always forget that he's saying "Yeah" and I think he's saying "Hey". You know, before the chorus.

Long weekend! In your face, America. Canada knows when Thanksgiving should really be... November is for the winter solstice and Remembrance Day (that's right, Remembrance day... not Veterans' Day.)

I don't know what to do with Monday... can't have no turkey because of Sarasvathi Pooja. It's the price to pay for being blessed by the goddess of speech, learning and wisdom. And the goddesses of family and properity. Can't forget them.

I got out of bed at 10:15 today.

Today was boring. French was boring, Careers was boring (we didn't have to do our presentation! yay!), lunch was boring, science was a little bit less boring - we listened to some of the stories written about how a prosperous farmer caused a fishing trawler go out of business... funny stuff - and we were supposed to play heads up seven up but I guess the teacher forgot. For me, the objective of heads up seven up is the opposite of the real objective. I try not to pick the person who touched me. Once in grade 8, I had to be one of the touchy people, and I poked a friend really hard by accident. No, really, it was an accident. I'm not that mean. But enough reminiscing of happier times.

Oh, yeah, English was boring. We had to describe the foils in a story about this guy who everyone thought was funny but he was funny in a mean way, and he kept playing tricks on, for example, his wife and his kids, and this girl who he wanted to "get". Yeah, he was a real good guy. Anyway, in the end, he waas killed by this kid who he always teased because he was a half-wit. It was good comeuppance. My partner's foils didn't make much sense, so I had her explain them. I don't like presentations.

Is it Christmas yet...?

So much to type... fingers not up to it...

I'm in mourning now because my tree broke. It was really windy last night. The branch that broke was the old swing branch, (so named because the swing used to be on that branch, but then my dad moved it to a higher, better branch.) which was one of my favourite branches. (Along with the current swing branch, the catapault branch, and the climbing branch. I like to name the branches.) I even uploaded a picture of it, because I had some free time. Actually, I really have to do my Science homework, but it can wait a few minutes.

I uploaded a couple of other pictures too. Here's a picture of the $6.99 miniature rose plant we got from Wal-Mart. It's pretty. (It's just one bloom... there are many of them)

And here's one more random picture.

Whoa... it seems I've left my camera on "transfer" mode for about 15 minutes. That should have sufficiently drained the battery.

There's a spider crawling on the wall.

I changed the "all about moi" stuff... actually, I did that yesterday, but I didn't say anything about it. I don't know why I'm saying anything about it at all.

Anyway, Saturday was too short. We went to Burger King. My hair was wet because I washed it so I had a headache. I should be doing my homework, but that never stopped me before...

Yay! Friday! I live for this day.

The Career Fair we went to today was pointless. It's amazing how many digital graphics/animation careers there are. I mean, almost all the booths in the college area had something about digital graphics in them. I think it's popular because everyone fancies themself a digital artist, since "computers do all the work." Man, I could get paid for what I do.

So we stayed in the food court for the majority of the time.

Heh, I missed the interview with my English teacher before school and I didn't do my Science study thing. I'm becoming a slacker... and oddly, I'm okay with it. ^.^

See, at this point, there is pretty much nothing good about life. School sucks, and everything else... well, sucks.

Some retard robbed the change machine at my dad's laundromat. He/she covered the video camera with an umbrella. I hope he/she dies of guilt. Painfully and slowly.

There's been a cholera outbreak in the area of Sri Lanka that my parents are from. Apparently, a tourist brought it in. I want to know why the heck there are tourists in Jaffna.

In Careers, I have to make a presentation (that's the first negative) with some girl who doesn't know English and has no idea what's going on, yet still somehow finds a way to be bossy. I hate her. (That would be the second, third and fourth negative, all together.)

In Computers, there aren't enough computers in the classroom and I'm the one left over. I can't sit with a friend at a computer because I don't know a soul in the class... and anyway, they're all arrogant idiots. I don't want to get to know any of them.

I have another playing test in Music next week, only this time it's in front of the class. I have to go to some stupid career fair and ask people questions on Friday. (I'll probably make the answers up.)

My orchid (the very same one in the picture) is pretty much dead, even though I followed all the instructions, even the ones that contradicted the other ones.

Is that sufficient evidence to show that life is not a positive thing?

Oh, wait, there is one positive thing... the Backstreet Boys are on Arthur today and I get to laugh at them.

I have to go to band soon... and I still have math homework, but that's okay.

We had an assembly today. It was eventful.

I hate Careers. Now I'm working with a girl who still manages to be bossy even though she has no idea what is going on. And she can't understand English. I hate Careers. I wish it would die.

In English, we watched a video based on The Veldt. Is there an 'e' on the end of that? I forget. Anyway, the actors and the dialogue really sucked. But that's okay. It was a disturbing story. Ray Bradbury is cool. That Peter kid is really... rebellious. I can't think of a better word. This kid is like the original Bart Simpson, only in the end he (and his sister, Wendy... see the Peter Pan reference?) kill his parents. Because they hate them. Because they killed the nursery.

Yay! I'm not screwed! At least, not as screwed as before! Woohoo!

It turns out my history book was picked up by one of my friends, who then gave it to one of my other friends to keep until she could give it to me. Yay for friends!

My Careers teacher accepted my two day late homework, for some reason. Yay for her!

Now I have to worry about a lot of science homework, finding a short story author whose works I can study for English, and finding volunteer work. (But I have considerable time to do the last one. Knowing me, though, I'll leave it to the the last week of grade 12.)

Today was normal. Our French teacher was shocked that we didn't know what Cajun music sounded like (after we all laughed abot the fact that Americans, in their laziness, had turned "Acadian" in "Cajun") and he pplayed a tape of Cajun music for us. It was interesting.

In Careers we did more surveys. In Science we took more notes... and English was good because we have no homework!

Byebye.

I'm screwed...

I don't say that often enough. It's satisfying.

Anyway, I'm screwed because I left my History book in History class, and when I noticed that it was gone and I went back to look for it, it wasn't where I had left it. Now I have no idea where it is. And that thing costs about $70. That teaches me to use that basket thing under the seats ever again.

Also, I haven't handed in my Careers homework that was due yesterday yet. And I did the homework. The teacher decided that she couldn't read it without actually looking at it. She just saw that it was in pencil and said it was unreadable. So I apparently had to rewrite the whole thing over lunch (yeah, right.) and give it back in the same day. I didn't do that. But I typed it up last night, and I was supposed to hand it in today. But I was preoccupied with music tests, lost history books, copying music... etc.

I hate Careers. I can't believe they're wasting money on it. It's one personality quiz after another. We can get this for free on the Internet.

Ooh, by the way, I did pretty darn well on the music test. I only made a few mistakes... but I think I made a transposing error so I played an entire scale wrong... but I think he took pity on me for at least playing the one that I did play right.

My hands hurt. And my mouth hurts. I've been playing my clarinet for the past 45 minutes, but I think my frustration has increased the pain. I have to know all the major scales by heart for Wednesday's test, but I got, at best, two down. And one of them is a given. So I've got 1/11 on my test, so far. This may be the first playing test I fail. It's not that I don't know the scales, it's my fingers. They don't do what I tell them to. I think that if I'm not playing a B flat scale, they revert to chromatic scale. Which really sucks. When I don't play the right thing, I play it again, but I hold down the keys harder, which really hurts after a while. Not to mention my hands are big, so they're always touching keys they aren't supposed to be touching.

I spent my entire morning trying to write a lab report. The hypothesis is so stupid. I can't make a prediction from it, because it's a stupid hypothesis. It should be the null hypothesis, but it's not. Anyway, the experiment itself barely qualifies as a lab. I mean, going into the schoolyard and counting weeds? We did that in grade 5. 5 years ago.

And I still have to do some stupid thing for computers, which I'm not dropping for Media Arts (even though that would work out perfectly) because Computers is easier than Media Arts and therefore means better marks for me. Except that computer homework is always the homework that I forget.

I think I'll go play neopets a little, then do my computer homework. I really don't like school this year.

I have a headache...

I was supposed to go to "Investors of Tomorrow", a (what else?) club for investors of... tomorrow... yeah and anyway I was tired and I had a headache so I didn't go. Oh well. I guess this'll be another non-extracurricular year.

Oh yeah... the Araneus cavaticus returns! Yeah! For those who missed it, this is aranues cavaticus:

It's a common barn spider. The weird thing is, it built its new web in exactly the same place it did before... and I saw my dad take down the old web. I guess once they find good places, they keep them. I don't think my dad's gonna like that. But I have to get a good picture of it - this time, I'll get someone to hold something solid-coloured behind it so my camera can focus.

Agh, my head hurts.