v6: daffodil

Saturday, July 19, 2003 - 11:00 p.m.:

Yay, Sunday morning. The least busy of all mornings. Except during school, 'cause now I'm usually dreading doing my homework and trying to do other things so I have excuses not to do my homework.

My teeth have been a pretty hot topic over the past few days. I had an orthodontist appt. a few days ago, he said the braces are coming off this year! Late November, early December, he said. I think that means late December. Oh well, either way... it could be either a birthday present or a Christmas present. And I only have to wear my elastics half the time now. I don't really like that, though. It always feels like the teeth are moving back without them.

And then I had a dentist appt. yesterday. I got mint fluoride and fingernail temporary tattoos in the shape of hearts with stars on them.

Last night, my normal Saturday night routine was interrupted to go see Johnny English. Let me tell you, not only was it boring and already done two thousand times, but my fellow audience members were of the horrible sort that laugh like hyenas, bring crying children, chew very loudly, etc. I couldn't hear the movie over the incessant chewing! Well... okay, that might've been because I wasn't listening. And the laughing was just as bad. The Archbishop of Canterbury's butt is only so funny, but these guys couldn't stop laughing for like a minute. I was laughing too, but I was laughing at everyone else in the theatre. Especially this one woman down front whose laugh was louder than the movie and the rest of the audience combined.

My fault for agreeing to see Johnny English, though. Rowan Atkinson is so unfunny these days. I wish he'd go back to things like Blackadder, now that was funny. And my dad won't rent Antitrust so I can see the end of it! Bah.

Friday, July 18, 2003 - 04:30 p.m.:

Fear not, loyal (heh) readers, for your wait is over! Okay. I'm really really really bored beyond all reason.

This place is really boring too. I should tear it all down and make that Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers shrine I've been meaning to. And no stupid Thundermegazord. The Dinomegazord was infinitely better, especially when that brachiosaur dude came in. I never understood where it came from, though.

Yesterday, after a day of mild melancholy because I thought the DVD was scratched or something, I watched the MMPR episodes from the "Best of the Power Rangers" DVD I got for my sister for her birthday. She hasn't ever watched it to this day, I've watched it thrice. Hey, it's payback for Deer Hunter 4. And she doesn't even play that. Anyway, it was the episode when the White Ranger arrives and the episode before it. Grrr, I hate Tommy. When his power candle thing melted away, I was euphoric! He was gone! But then he came back, and stayed for, what, three more seasons? Boo. And then Zordon calls him the new leader, and Jason's right there! Jason, stand up for yourself!

Most of the other episodes on the tape were boring. They had the end of the Zordon saga, though, and it was okay. I kind of liked the Space season, but nothing could've topped Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. And they had another one in one of the newer seasons that I never watched in which all the Red Rangers get together for some reason. And they called Tommy the best Red Ranger of all time.... grr. It was funny, though, because they thought Jason wouldn't show up, but then he did. And you know who didn't? Rocky. I'm not kidding, Rocky didn't show up.

Three paragraphs about Power Rangers... I've met my quota. So what have I been up to? There was a wedding last weekend, and my aunt and uncle came in from Vancouver. I didn't mow the lawn to see if anyone else would ever do it, and so the lawn was weedy and unmowed for the entire time they were here. I just finished it a few hours ago. I don't think it's that no one else cares, it's just that apparently no one knows how to work the thing. You'd think "check if there's enough gas, pull the string" would be enough instruction, though.

Huh. I though I'd have more to write. How about that.

Monday, July 7, 2003 - 03:00 p.m.:

I went to Gerrard Street yesterday. You know, Little India. Anyway, we were supposed to be buying clothes for some wedding. I got this dress with gradients of seafoam and peach. It's actually okay, I guess. I wasn't paying much attention. Anyway, I was standing around staring at people while my mom bought stuff, and these white people came into the store. There were these two teenage girls, and get this: they asked for anything in black. The saleslady looked at them like they were crazy, and I was laughing my head off, inside my head.

The conclusion: white people, don't ever expect to find black South Asian clothing. Black is death and evil and that's not a good thing. And don't ever go to a South Asian gathering wearing black. Sure, it's slimming, but chances are no one will care. They'll just see you as really disrespectful.

I just turned that thing into a lot more than it was supposed to be. Basically, those two girls weren't very smart, and their stupidity amused me.

Okay... for lack of better things to write, I'll summarize Sami and Lucas's hilarious confrontation of today. It was great how Sami burned Lucas without even saying anything. All right, she wrote stuff, but that's not the point.

Sami: Why the heck did you stand me up?

Lucas: What? I didn't know I was supposed to be here.

Sami: Liar! What about Cassie?

Lucas: I didn't sleep with Cassie!

Sami: Who said you did?

Lucas: I'm out of here. [knock at the door, it's Cassie]

Cassie: Hey, Lucas. I just wanted to say stay away from me and if you ever so much as touch me ever again, I'll be sick.

Lucas: Psycho bi***. (genius writing if I ever heard it) [to Sami] What are you laughing at?

Yeah. Days has gotten really interesting lately, with the exceptions of whatever the heck Bo, Hope, Belle, Shawn, Phillip and John are doing. And Jack and Jen, but I still like them. Mimi's still super funny, too.

Thursday, July 3, 2003 - 10:00 a.m.:

Yesterday, we droopped everything and went all the way up north to... Kitchener/Waterloo!!!

We went on a tour of the University of Waterloo. It was really for my sister, though, and even though I knew that I should have paid more attention, I didn't. Come on, it's a university tour! It's so boring! All I got out of it was:

UW has an extremely large and confusing campus
The largest lecture room wasn't as large as I thought it would be
Taking notes on laptops and just recording lectures are bad ideas
The first year of university is horrible
Get to know your professors because they can help you cheat and stuff
One of the buildings has good samosas, but I don't remember which
Single rooms are tiny and doubles don't look much bigger
University tours are really boring

Actually... there was the added benefit that the air is a lot less poisonous up there.

So that's what I did yesterday. Now, anyone who doesn't watch soap operas, leave before you lose all respect for me. Okay, Days fans: Sami and Lucas? Oh my goodness? I've been waiting for this ever since those rats broke up Austin and Carrie like ten years ago. If Nadia perchance happens to read this, she knows what I'm talking about. You see, Sami and Lucas are the only possible pairing for either of them, because no one else has ever stooped to their levels of lying, cheating, switching paternity tests, framing others for murder, etc. And Cassie and Lucas is absolutely vile. What the heck are those writers playing at? Are they trying to make us throw up?

Also, Mimi is so cool. I don't care what anyone says, Farah Fath is a good actress. Better than Kirsten Storms, anyway. Belle is so annoying. She's nosy and pretentious and spoiled and she's an idiot! Doesn't anyone see that? And what the heck is up with her job? I don't care that her boss is her dad, doesn't she have to put in at least an hour a week? Actually, that entire age group is annoying... except Mimi, and possibly Rex. They're cool. And Will is such a little brat it's unnerving.

Okay, I'm almost done. What happened to Jack and Jennifer? I liked them, they were funny. And Bo and Hope have been amazingly lame lately. All right, now I'm done.

I hope no one actually read all that.

Monday, June 30, 2003 - 10:35 a.m.:

I just had the strangest dream.

I'm going to recount it here before I forget it. Because it's too strange to go forgotten.

So it starts in some classroom, with all the normal people in my class. (i.e. the same people who have been in my classes for the past 5 years.) I can't remember what classroom, or what school for that matter. Anyway, we are told that there is a contest, in which we must collect little red ball things from activity-type things all over the school. So we go. I collect 35, I think (a pretty low number) and then lose interest and begin to amble around the school alone.

The school is a mixture of Woburn, Churchill and I think the Centennial College campus where I attended the digital animation camp last year. I remember the Woburn gym, but I'm sure there was a paved area like the one next to door 2 at Churchill. And there was a glass kind of hall looking over a courtyard, like at Centennial, only it went to the Modern Languages area of Woburn. Very confusing now, but I took it all in stride in the dream.

Then I leave the school, and I think at this point I've totally given up this contest. I'm walking around the schoolyard, and then I find this hidden place. It's like a garden... a secret garden. And who should I find there but...

The five original Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. I told you this would be weird. They were in "civilian" form and they started to attack me, I think, but then they stopped. Then they said they had lost their powers and that Angel Grove was in trouble.

I think I checked my watch then, and it said something around 6:30pm so I guess I figured it was time to leave. My dad and my brother were out front waiting for me. I didn't ponder why either of them were there, but I remembered that my brother liked Power Rangers more than I did. So I brought him (and my dad, I think) to the garden, but nobody was there. There was some kind of plaque on the wall that said something about the Power Rangers, but I can't remember what it said.

And that's where I woke up.

I don't think I've ever had a more entertaining dream than that.

Sunday, June 29, 2003 - 11:28 p.m.:

The boredom I have experienced over the past week has been absolutely excruciating. The reason: I have no life and nothing to do. Everyone in my family seems to be getting phone calls every half hour or so... I don't remember when the last time someone called me was. I think it was for that volunteer picnic two weeks ago. The thing is, summer's barely started and I'm already lethargic and bored out of my mind.

The even worse thing is, I'm not totally out of school mode yet. I keep finding myself dreading something, which is usually the case during the school year. But now, there's nothing to dread for a good two months. So I have to keep telling myself that school's over - and there's even this little feeling of being let down when I tell myself that. It's absolutely insane... I've spent the entire school year counting down the months, and I have concluded that grade ten was the worst school year I've had to date, and I don't want to go back. I think I just want to do something.

Enough of that. Like I said, I really haven't done much over the past week. I finished Harry Potter (I regret that now, I'd something to do if I hadn't), we worked on the bathroom more (the... carpenter, I guess, started putting in the new tub, but they had mismeasured and they have to build a new one, which will take another two weeks; yesterday we painted the wall and ceiling), I chose a nice little hosta to plant in the front, but it looks rather sickly now, and... that's about it. Oh yeah, and the report card. I got an 89.3 average... and that's (relatively) without so much as lifting a finger! I'll do better next year.

There was a really nice storm around 6:30 today. All the good elements: lightning, thunder, sheets of rain, hail, and (I'd go so far as to say ferocious) wind. Picturesque, really.

I heard that if I hadn't gone to pick up my report card, they would have mailed it anyway. What kind of horrible scam is that? That's the worst thing I've ever heard.

TV has begun to comprise most of my routine. It's tragic. It's the worst in the afternoon - I don't actually watch all of these, but I do know that they're on: Days of Our Lives on Global or NBC at 1:00 (it's so funny now... it used to actually be good, but now it's just hilariously bad), Star Trek: TNG on TNN at 3:00, Star Trek: TNG on Space at 3:00, double M*A*S*H at 4:00 on Prime, and then it kind of goes downhill from there.

I've been surfing for that past half hour... it's past midnight now.

Okay, this is getting annoying. I was trying to think of something to write in closing, but I couldn't think of anything in my bored and unproductive state, so too bad.

Wednesday, June 25, 2003 - 12:25 p.m.:

Scarborough's got it all right now... that's right, we got the smog advisory, the humidex advisory, and even the extreme heat advisory! It's great.

These guys that are redoing our bathtub are comng tomorrow, and they're going to take all day, and they have to shut off the water. >.< I doubt we're expected to stay in the house while there's no water, but where should we go? Ah, whatever, we'll just buy a whole bunch of buckets and fill them all up with water now, and keep them all in the basement. It's the perfect solution, now that I think of it.

So what have I been doing... well, yesterday was my brother's graduation, possibly the most boring event I've ever attended. The most boring parts were Jim Karygiannis's little inspirational speech, Gerry Phillips' little congratulatory speech (which he had the principal deliver because he's too cheap to come), and the principal's inspirational and congratulatory long-winded, monotonously delivered speech that dragged on for what felt like 10 minutes. Then the actual certificate-giving... there were more than 500 graduates, and I had to sit through all of them in the oven of an auditorium at Macdonald. And the worst part was when my brother finally did go, I was ready to take the pictures but this nice lady in front of me decided it was the perfect time to get up and stretch her legs.

I'm trying to forget that though, so without further ado, here are my most recent photographical works.

"coaster"

"nauseating beverage"

"dining room table"

"younger brother's hand"

"hankerchief"

"mexican peso and ballpoint pen"

"remote control"

"living room rug"

"investigation 3.8.1" aka "my sister's homework"

"sunny days, sweeping the clouds away" (I'm not making this one up, it's off Pharmacy north of Huntingwood)

"flyswatter handle"

"rusedski vs. roddick"

And that ends that. No, I did not take all of them within 15 minutes in my living room and dining room... I took the Sesame St. one yesterday.

On another note, I've decided on a list of suitable places for me to live when I grow up: in my current house, anywhere in my neighbourhood (especially the haunted house near Birchmount), or anywhere on Sesame St. (although the bus service isn't all that great around there)... actually, these are just dream homes. I could settle for other stuff. Just one thing: I will never permanently live in a high-rise. There's no space for gardening, there are too many people... and those things begin to scare me after a while.

Tuesday, June 24, 2003 - 08:35 a.m.:

So what am I doing up at this ungodly hour of 8:30? It's simple: in my haste to open the window last night, I left the translucent curtain open. So this morning, while there was a relaxing cool breeze, there was also a nice little ray of sunshine that was beating me in the face. I would have just moved and lied awake for another half hour or so, but then my sister walked in and I have this thing about being the last person awake. (The last person awake is usually either myself or my sister.) Except that I don't usually know it when it happens.

I like this morning thing. Why, it's only 18 degrees outside, as opposed to 30-something. I might even become a morning person, just to experience these bearable temperatures. Wouldn't you know it, two days into summer and we started our first smog advisory. I think it took a bit longer than this last year. But this, apparently, wasn't our fault; the pollution came from the U.S.

I'm going to my brother's graduation today! Why a graduation is held during the day, I don't know. It's terrible, in my opinion.

Some guy on TV is talking about the free Rolling Stones concert, and now the Stones themselves are talking via a video that looks like it may have been shot with a camcorder behind a building.

I'm so bored... does anyone want to come to my house so we can play badminton in my garage... without a net... or any rules or structure, for that matter?

Sunday, June 22, 2003 - 10:12 p.m.:

Beware - I have finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and I will write about it here. I'm not going to reveal anything, (like the stupid Toronto Star) but this disclaimer should probably be here as I don't want hitmen after me.

Get off it, it's not that long. I actually finished around 6:30, but I was watching the MMVAs. Stupid MMVAs, I'm never watching them again.

Anyway, I'm really bursting to discuss it with someone, but you know, the hitmen thing. So - firstly, what a great story. I think it's displaced Prisoner of Azkaban as my favourite.

The death is actually someone close to Harry, unlike the Cedric Diggory thing last time. I mean really... at the beginning of Goblet, who was thinking "I wonder what's going on with Cedric Diggory. He was such a dynamic, rounded, and deep character." ? Exactly.

Anyway, throughout the book, you keep thinking "Whoa, is this it?" concerning the big death. But it never is, and when you actually get to the death, you actually pass it over because you don't realise it's a death when it happens. And it is a big character; generally one of the most well-liked in the series, in my opinion.

Also, one of my theories is true! It was a big thing too. You know, the part when Dumbledore reveals all to Harry. (Shut up, you know you read that excerpt in the newspaper.) Okay, it wasn't my theory. I read it somewhere and it made so much sense that I told a lot of people. Actually, the only person I think I told it to was Carol. Anyway, yeah, it's almost dot on, except for a really cool twist, which was very amazing to read except that I was getting over the big death as I read it.

Now, my problem is what the heck do I do know? I'm giving two week's time before I start talking about everything, even people with lives should be done by then, if they care enough to not want the story revealed to them. Next time, I'm going to try to not read the entire thing in less than three sittings.

You know, I think the two movies have made me appreciate the book more than I would have had I never seen them. I mean, they were so horrible... I guess they lowered my standards.

Now all the anti-Harry Potter people are probably so disappointed with me. =P

Thursday, June 19, 2003 - 12:51 p.m.:

No more school, no more exams, no more summatives... I could go on, but I don't want to because it's finally (2 days from) summer! My favourite season, as long as it's anything but summer. So I've got two more days to love summer, and then it's back to my desperate pleas for winter. But today seems a lovely day. Perhaps some gardening is in order.

I'm rambling on like an idiot because there's no more school to keep my mind in check. You win some, you lose some, I guess.

We put in the floor tiles in our upstairs bathroom... it's so cool! I'm the best interior decorator. Anyone that looks at it should say, "That's the best design decision that was ever made." but my brother and sister are saying it's yucky. (My dad says that's because it was my decision, and that I would say it was yucky if they chose it. However, I maintain that I would compliment whoever had made such a good decision if I hadn't made it.)

See? The rambling is getting much worse.

The exams weren't as bad as they could have been. Actually, the math exam was ridiculously easy. The science exam was disappointing. I studied the equation for displacement, and the heat of fusion and the heat of vaporization, and none of it was on the test. And those were the only things I studied. The only things I needed to study, but still.

boobah... :) what an interesting word. And site.

edit: (hysterical laughter)

Monday, June 16, 2003 - 11:47 p.m.:

Brace yourself, for the next thing that I write will shatter every belief you ever had. About me.

skipped

class.

Yes, you read that correctly. And not only did I skip class, I out and out skipped school and went home. It was last period on the last day of school though, so maybe it's not as significant as I think it is.

And anyway, it was stupid history class. There were 4 people there, they played Euchre and President and then they left. You can't expect me to sit there with the teacher alone. Even though he did bring a bag of chips. But that's how I got home at 2:45pm on a school day.

I should have skipped the whole day. I would feel somewhat less guilty if I did that, even though there would be more class missed and there's really no reason to be guilty.

A nitrite is NO₂^-, right?

Monday, June 16, 2003 - 02:15 p.m.:

The boredom I am feeling is overwhelming. I'm in Computers now and there's maybe 6 people in the class... and we're not watching Antitrust. The only reason I even came to school today was to watch Antitrust with Ryan Phillippe and Rachael Leigh Cook and Tim Robbins and that Chinese guy. Even though he died. >.<

In case some person on the other side of the world (or the other side of Toronto, whatever) is wondering, it's the last day of school before exams. And I came to school. I'm ashamed of myself.

I saw Finding Nemo on Saturday! What a fun movie. There was a part that I thought was really cool, but I forgot it, as I usually do.

We ripped out all the stuff from our upstairs bathroom! What fun. No toilet, vanity, mirror... we even ripped out the tiles. And I have found a new thing to be totally amazed by: self-levelling cement. You just pour it on, and it levels itself! It really is astonishing.

People are surrounding me and they smell horrible (well, they do) and I think they are looking at my screen.

Monday, June 16, 2003 - 02:15 p.m.:

In case some person on the other side of the world (or the other side of Toronto, whatever) is wondering, it's the last day of school before exams. And I came to school. I'm ashamed of myself.

I saw Finding Nemo on Saturday! What a fun movie. There was a part that I thought was really cool, but I forgot it, as I usually do.

People are surrounding me and they smell horrible (well, they do) and I think they are looking at my screen.