Wicked Awesome!

...Guess who bought a wedding dress! ;-)

10-4! 10-4!

Mood: leisurly
Music: Jewel - Jupiter
Number of Days that Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 8!!
...number of trys it took me to type "International": 5

10-4. ...What does that mean, anyways? I didn't know. I heard truck drivers saying it... I thought it meant the same as 'mayday', like 'm'aidez', as in 'help me, my plane is crashing'! ...Why I thought that, I do not know. Katy's dad is a truck driver. One time when I was but a wee lass, Katy and I were playing in her dad's big rig, and we grabbed the intercom and started yelling: "10-4! 10-4! 10-4!" And so the trucking community thought we were retarded.

Is that an awesome story, or what?!

(10-4 is actually is an expression of acknowledgement.)

Anyways. I need some hobbies. Today I got all weepy watching October Sky...



I don't know guys, I must be ovulating or something. I don't care who you are, you'd have to be pretty hormonal to cry over four science nerds launching rockets... and even more so to do it again during the -credits- because it was just soooo sweet... but hot dog! is that Homer a dream boat!!! I want to marry him.

ONWARD!

...Are you a girl?
...Do you currently attend the Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute?
...Does this piece of metal belong to you?


Finders Keepers!
If you answered "yes" to the above three questions, you may wish to consult with my right thumb. ...Or don't. Because quite frankly I like the ring.

Also:


Why is This Man Orange?

...That is all.

So long for now, darlings!

Oh, Take Me Back To The Start. . .

Mood: gush-y
Music: slipknot - vermillion (not the most philosophical of music, but bare with me people.)
Number of Days that Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 9!!!

Okay. I went to Soul Jam tonight (rock on) and I may or may not get to that eventually, but anyways, downstairs someone was (or it sounded like it anyways) playing Coldplay's 'The Scientist' on the piano (w00t!), and so I was singing the chorus to myself:

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard...
Oh take me back to the start

And then I was reminded of a conversation I had with Spunki about a week and a half ago, en route to the grand 'ol improv night (which come to think of it, I did't write about either. Ha!). I was remarking on my life as of late, and how if in September or October I was to honestly share how I felt it would sound something like "My life sucks!" and I'd have given anything, anything in the world to go back and change some things that happened in May. *ahem.* Yeah. You know what I'm talking about...
However, since November/December things have taken an absolute turn for the better (much of which I accredit to CELL) and I feel like I'm finally out of the turmoil I was living in for a lousy six months and I can step back and look at it as something that's behind me, something I've conquered. And it was scary for a while, because for months every single day felt like something I'd never conquer... gah!! I guess it was August where it got to the point where I needed out of my situation - and I'm not connoting suicide by any means, because I am a person of strong morals and that is something to which I am morally opposed... allow me to explain. The only thing in the world that would drive me to suicide would probably be lonliness, which I was, but that's beside the point. The act of commiting suicide is, in my eyes, the lonliest act within the reaches of human capability - you are isolated from all others, far from God, and essentially completely submitting yourself to the thing you so desperately wanted to get away from in the first place. It's senseless, though I do feel compassion for some of the people who try and go through with it.
Anyways... I figured that I needed out and so that left me with two options: A) Seek out careless thrills and probably wind myself up in all the wrong places or B) Take my chances and put all my faith in total strangers (ie. Debra, my social worker who I see for talk therapy and Amy, my lone contact to the group of people that are now arguably the highlight of my week).
...Incase you didn't know, I elected to go with option B.
A wise choice. I remember back in the summer reading something by some psychologist that said it'd probably take a year for me to feel normal again -- Pfft. Sucks to your year, Mr. Psychology! I could so kick James Cameron's ass 'cause I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!!

w00t!

Wow, watch me work this blog, people! I'm on a roll!
Anyways... I would definately not go back now. I know it was hard, and I know it really sucked, but I also see that if I didn't go through all that, I wouln't have made eight new friends and I wouldn't be as strong as I am now. It's like my little reward!

So, I thought to myself - sucks to you, Coldplay and Chris Martin. You go right on back to your start... Myself, well, I'm staying right here.
And so I did. And I enjoyed a riviting game of jenga to boot.

Cheerio!

I'm at Michael's House!!

Mood: good
Music: Martina Sorbara - The Cure for Bad Deeds

I am currently at the residence of Mikey. We are going to watch hot men in loincloths. (Read: I made him rent Troy!! :-D )

Now let me tell you how mean my family is. The previous Wednesday I was accompaning The Father in the car on the way to my grandparent's for a lovely pizza dinner. As we passed the McDonalds situated in the plaza near China Buffet, I spotted a crow meandering next to the traffic who had a broken wing. Of course, myself being the compassionate soul and saviour of animals that I am, announced that upon arrival at the home of the grandparents, I was calling the humane society FIRST THING!!
"Pfft. Doesn't cost me anything." Replied The Father. (Jerk.)
And so, upon arriving at the home of the grandparents, I called the humane society FIRST THING, who said they'd send someone out to invesigate.
I walked into the kitchen, gratified. However, that sensation was short-lived, as I discovered The Father in the midst of smirkingly informing the grandparents what was afoot...
My very old, very German opa bursts into laughter, looks at me and asks: "Did they dispatch an ambulance?"
Oh, ha ha ha! He's a comedian!
After dinner, being the concerned, proactive citizen of the world that I am, I called Jake the Snake at home to see if he had heard anything from the humane society.
"No. Why?"
And so I explain.
"Oh my gawd, Liese..."

...Jerks. How would they like it if one of their vital appendages was seriously damaged and not-functioning and probably in alot of pain?

RAWR!!

Aww, Luvsies!!

Mood: delighted!!
Music: coldplay - the scientist
Number of Days Remaining 'till International Anneliese Day: 12

I just got a visit from the NICEST LADY IN THE WORLD!!
Beth, my youth group supervisor, showed up at my door, out of the blue, and she gave me an exam well-wishing pack overflowing with super cool stuff like Coke, and... and a gingerbread man!! And hershy bars, and COOKIES, and masks that I can paint because I'm a super fine artist!

I love random surprises-- HOW DID YOU KNOW!?!?!?!?!?!?

I love CELL.
And I love Beth.
And I love Amy.
And I love Kenny.
And I love Amanda.
And I love Viktor.
And I love Melinda.
And I love Alex.
And I love Alana.

...And I just revealed your names to everybody, but I don't care because I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!! *twirls*

He he!

Boys have feelings too.

Mood: peachy keen
Music: fats domino - ain't that a shame
Number of Days that Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 16

Kudos to the men in my life that make every day worth living.

...Like my encounter with John Merritt yesterday at the PG Reid Resource Center.

Me: Hey John, what's shakin?
John: Ehh, not too much... just reading about pirates!

Word, John.
...Word.

...Or, Fun Time today with little Liam Eskens!

Liam: [lifts up shirt in crafty five-year-old fashion as makeshift pouch for transporting toy cars]
Me: Ahhh! You have an outie!
Liam: [clearly amused by exuberant burst of babysitter enthusiam] Hey!
Me: I have an innie-- LOOK!! [lifts up sweater and undershirt to expose inward-oriented belly button, proceeds to point like a moron]
Liam: OH YEAH!! Well I have BREASTS! [gleefuly lifts up shirt, flashes innocent, unsuspecting babysitter]
Me: [dumbstruck] ...Smart alec.

Ha ha! I love this kid! (Though part of me yearns to question what the crap that was all about.)

Also.

Lastnight I hearded two drama geeks down to the GSEC to watch the Storm actually win for once!! (This morning my radio announced, in exact phraising, that we have a "two-game winning streak" -- HOLY CRAP DUDES, WE'RE ON A ROLL!!!)
Anywhoo, aside from the normal fun of pointing out which hockey players are going to bear my children (you heard me), I had the added bonus of listening to Mikey describe the changes he is going to make to the glorius sport that is hockey.
First off, there are going to be lions chained to the middle of the ice rink that the players have to skate around... just, you know, to spice things up a bit. And in addition to hockey sticks, when they get into a fight it will now be with swords.
I objected to this, saying that he was merely going to add everything he saw off of Gladiator and that wouldn't be origional at all. But oh no, Mikey wasn't done yet. Mikey was just getting started.
Next he proposed the idea of an exploding puck that will blow up randomly, incinerating whichever hockey player happens to be in possession at the time. I rolled my eyes... but it takes more than a little eye-rollage to stop a drama geek.
In addition to exploding pucks, the red circles at either end of the rink will be replaced by lava pits.
...I gave up after he informed me that the scoreboard is really connected to an alien mothership that will blast through the roof of the GSEC, and that the players will then have to fight it off with their hockey sticks.

...Nerd.


Ta Da.

Mmm, simpleton.

You know how all the little things in life are just better when you take the time? Pizza pops are just that much better when done in the oven. Mmm crispy!

Over.

Won't you drive me to Dorking? (...It's a town!!)

Mood: Dorkish. Look at me, I am a big dork! ...Blarg.
Music: David Bowie - Lets Dance [best song ever!!!]
Number of Days that Remain 'Till International Anneliese Day: 17

Okay Bubba. You and I are gunna sit down, have ourselves a little chat, and settle this like gentlemen.

First off - I KNOW YOU READ MY BLOG!!!! I can tell by the abnormally high* ammounts of hits that my images are getting. So far my grotesquely obese friend Caitlin (as seen in last post) has had 16 hits!! 16 of them!!! Now, I am a fan of my own writing -- what can I say? I rock! ...But even if half the hits were mine (because they aren't, I actually kept track this time) that still leaves eight of them unaccounted for. Well, seven, because I know how Mikey enjoys prying into my life. But that's at least seven weird people diving into the wonders that are my blog. ...Unless Mikey just likes to pry alot... which would be even weirder.
In any case. Hello? Do I know you? ...Why don't you leave a comment? Are you trapped inside a world with only mouses and no keyboards? Are you secretly in love with me? Are you working for the CIA (if so, BUSH SUCKS)?
Whatever the case, do not be shy. Leave a comment! Right now it feels as if I'm being stalked by ninjas... I can feel your presence but when I turn around your cat-like stealth is always too quick for me. So comment! It's a win-win situation, folks c'mon!! You get to leave a message to one of the coolest people in existance, and in doing so I get to disguise myself with the illusion that I have friends! w00t w00t!

Also! Maybe we could be pen pals!! Wouldn't that be exciting??

Well Bubba, that's pretty much it. So, moving on!

As you can tell by some previous statements, I am the self-proclaimed biggest dork who ever dorked. My frequent journeys to my locker are inexcusable. I am becoming accustomed to stalking my hall during period five even though half of the time it smells like onions and the other half like latex paint. What is wrong with me? Today I elected to read an egyptology book for the fifth time this semester instead of coming home where there is food just begging to be eaten. FOOD, people!!! I can often be mistaken for a twelve-year-old girl on a sugar high. It appears as though the newly-manufactured emotional walls just weren't strong enough.
Yes, yes, it appears that I have rebelled against my former heartbroken, cautionary self and in a fit of crazed dancing and maniacal laughter re-entered the world of schoolgirl crushing.
No matter though, because should I see the object of my affliction I usually become the most self-concious person in the world and concequently am probably not very exciting.

Haha. Now *POOF!* everyone has forgotten what they just read! :-)

Anyways. Getting oil paint in one's eye is not very fun. GAH! She's blind! She's blind!


Ta Da!


*more than ten (10)

Fatty

Spunki is a fatty.

New Leaf

Mood: delighted and unstoppable
Music: Chopin - Nocturne in G minor
Number of Days that Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 20

Have completed the nagging task of abolishing from existance entire seething collection of Derek e-mails. All 86 of them. As I have achieved such an accomplishment, I now feel cleansed and revitalized!! :-D

...A big koala-bear-style hug to the fine people in my CELL group. You make Tuesday nights super fun ;-) Anne loves you!!!



*MUAH*

Ciao darlings!!

[also, NHL talks resume tomorrow *CROSS FINGERS CROSS FINGERS CROSS FINGERS!!*]

Mrs. Brightside

Mood: unobjectionable
Music: Stray Cats - Look at that Cadillac

I think I'm seriously running out of post titles!!! GAH!

Anywhoodle, I have stolen a new batch of CDs from The Father. I would like to announce that I love this song. The saxophone or trumpet or whatever big bellowing brass insturment in the background that's caressing my eardrums makes me want to make love to everything I see. (Not really. But that's how good it is.) Do-do-do-do-do-do-DO-DOOOO!

I am a little disappointed in my beloved Guelph Storm this season. My formerly glorius champions now, quite frankly, suck and are disbanding one by one... the latest to say goodbye was Adam Dennis - and I'm not even saying this because he's good looking, I can't even picture his face (though I can recall glancing at his err... other assets a fair number of times) I'm saying it because he's a friggin good goalie and Guelph is going to come together in unison and cry like little girls in his absence. Just you wait. Anyways... I'm not sure how bad we're sucking officially because when I went to their website I couldn't find the scoreboard anywhere as if I had been foiled in their sneaky attempt to hide their shame! ...Then again there is a possibility that I just can't navigate the web - you never know... but what I was getting at is we're sucking pretty bad. And I would like things to change... *sniff* because... *choke* 'cause it really hurts... *cry*
Hehe. But I would like to thank OHLer's Robin Big Snake (yes, that is his real name) and Igor Gongalsky for providing my father and I with a most entertaining conversation regarding ethnicity that I will not be posting here but made Mikey and I laugh our asses off. Oh my dear friends, enjoy it while it lasts because my life is just so funny that I'll soon be assless. You know you want it.

Haha. I kid.

Tomorrow is Tuesday and that makes me very happy.

Ta Da!



Footnote. For future refrence The Maestro is now officially to be referred to as 'Whoremonger' and Bitchface as... well, Bitchface. Just to accomidate current circumstances which I am sure you will hear more about as soon as I am overcome with an urgency to rant. But I leave you with this:

"A Series of Unfortunate Events": may it be a precursor of things to come.

Randomness #302

Mood: sleepy
Music: Dirty Little Secret - Sarah McLachlan
Number of Days That Remain 'Till International Anneliese Day: 22

Okay. A little explanation for that last post. Jake "ran away" (Mary picked him up outside of Blockbuster in the freezing rain with harldy any warm clothes whatsoever and his bass. ...Dumbass) on Thursday, sparking The Mother to embark on a rampage of bitchiness... and to make a long, loooooooong story short, I interviened (ie. telling Mother Dearest to stop yelling at unresponsive troubled adolescent sibling) resulting in my beloved sterio being confiscated. *grumble grumble*

I am not going to pine away over that because I am not materialistic and also, apparently the only adult in this house. ...Or I will be in 22 days anyhow.

Now I want you to stop everything and look at how rediculously cute my dog is!

Charlie

As well as being really cute, she's also really dumb on account of being part newfie. Haha... newfie.

Awww.

But that's not entirely a bad thing. You see, she doesn't object to being dressed up the way a more intelligent breed most certainly would - therefore making her barrels of fun! (...However The Father objects to me making his dog look like a "metrosexual" pffft!!! I think my dad is on crack. Is my dog wearing a scarf not the cutest thing you ever did see? Metrosexual... hmmph!) I also rubbed a Britney Spears perfume sample on her and she smells fabulous!!

Anyways now that you're all jealous that I have the most cutest doggy in the whole world and you don't, I'll be on my way!

Cheerio!

Family Ties

When I, as a little girl, envisioned having to stick up for my younger sibling one day I never thought it'd be against our own mother...

(25 days)

The only thing worse than being Anneliese is NOT being Anneliese

Mood: elated
Music: Four Tops - I Can't Help Myself (sugarpie honeybunch)
Number of Days that Remain ' till International Anneliese Day: 26

Today I am very excited for a number of reasons.

Reason number one: Tomorrow is Thursday, yet I can wear any pants I want on account of I am done working at Hair Fax and the outfit restrictions no longer apply to me! w00t! Also, I can now expose the naked flesh of my arms like a crazy burlesque woman... if I so choose to do so. ...Which I don't. On account of it is January. But still!! How sweet is this freedom... I could wear lime green spandex if I wanted to!! Not like I own any lime green spandex, I'm just saying -- knowing that I have that option makes me very happy indeed. :-)

Reason number two: I am currently listening to Four Tops, soon to be followed up by something by David Bowie and then perhaps a bit of Mozart, just to get things winded down.

Reason number three: The University application deadline has been extended to THIS FRIDAY, therefore aloting me with three more days to procrastinate.

Reason number four: I turn eighteen in 26 days -- people! Do. You. Know. What. This. MEANS!?!? ...I can write my own notes to the school when I am absent!!! I have never tasted liberty such as this before -- and I feel just like the kids on the Pampers commercials, SING IT! Mommy, WOW! I'm - a - big - kid - NOW ! (Almost! :-D )

Reason number five: Today I finished reading The Virgin Suicidese by Jeffery Eugenides - which was an okay book untill the ending which HITS YOU LIKE A BUS!! Well, that's what it was like for me anyways, except I've never been hit by a bus before so I might be lieing. What I am trying to say is I found it to be a greatly enjoyable piece of literature, and I recommend it to anyone, especially if you have a taste for a black humor. You can borrow my copy if you like, except it is currently recovering from a bit of water damage it attained today in our freak mid-January thunderstorm. HELLO THIS IS CANADA!!! Frick. First our hockey disappears and now our SNOW! Who'd have ever thought I'd complain about a lack of snow, but here I am! So, nature, I'm only going to say this once -- STOP SCREWING AROUND!

Reason number six: Queer Eye is on in eight minutes!!!


Also, I can think of one more reason that is alot more conspicuous than those ones but that is for another day, my friends. ;-) *giggles*

I would like to share with you a werid dream I had last night.

I was sitting on a pine bench in an immaculate garden at GCVI -- hooray for Environment Club you FINALLY DID SOMETHING -- oh wait, that was in my imagination, sorry. ...But back to the story! I was sitting in this immaculate garden when all of a sudden I was approached by this girl that for blog's sake we will call Marissa.
Now, Marissa and I do not speak in real life, because, dispite being acquainted for four years, we've never really said anything to eachother to begin with. Funny how that happens. Anyways, Dream Marissa sat down next to me in the immaculate garden and began pouring out her soul. Seriously. I got her whole life's story in about five minutes. And then she began asking me for advice about boys (like I would know hahaha) and then about a specific boy, who, in real life I find, for lack of a more annoying phraise, reeeeeaaaalllll cuuuuuuuuttteee and then, to my horror, Dream Marissa asked me what I would think of "her and _______".

And so, I responded with: "No Marissa. I think that smells like poo."


HA HA! w00t! ...Go me!!



Ta Da.

In A Time of Need

By Amy's CELL Group

Dear Father in Heaven, thank you for being good to me

and to those whom I love, please be with us eternally

Now we must pray for those in another land

Those who were lost in the ocean, and those who sit lonely on the sand

Please take care of the souls that stand newly by your side

And watch over the loved ones so many left behind

Confusion and greif; they feel all alone

May God's love touch their lives and guide them safely home

Shelter needs to be given and food needs to be sent

for the suffering of others that we could have only dreampt

We pray for the people who are in pain

because their families will never be the same

In this time of pain people are feeling the need to mope,

so dear Father, we pray, allow these people to keep their hope

Thank you God for blessing the world with your Goodness, Grace and Love,

And please guide us all gently so that we may join you in Haven above.

Amen.

------------------------

Dude. That is me leading prayer this week through collaborated poetry -- oh yeah!!! I must admit I am proud to have come up with something so creative and interactive! And I know someone who'll have to work pretty hard if he wants to show me up next week! Har har har!!

Just jokes. All in good Christian fun, people. :-)

Cheers!

[PS. GIVE THESE PEOPLE YOUR MONEY!!! Okay okay, if I was going to give someone some of my hard-earned cash that I slaved for hours over shampoo and hair clippings for, I would want to know more information than that. It's a non-profit Christian organization working specifically to aid orphans left behind after the tsunami disaster. Good organization - bug all your ritch reletives and for the sake of the children, get involved!]

Child Genius

Mood: tired
Music: Emiliana Torrini - Summerbreeze
Number of Days that Remain 'till International Anneliese Day: 28

Yesterday I began the grueling task of cleaning out my room. During this courageous undertaking, I uncovered most impressive artifacts such as my grade 6 SQRT (acronym for Super Quiet Reading Time) folder, therein containing five scholarly reviews of the works of R. L. Stine. My favourtie being my criticizm of the litterary masterpeice The First Scream, where the paper asked me which character I would be and why, I answered with (and I quote) :

No one. Because every one's life sucks.

Ha ha! I wish I could go back in time just so I could pat myself on the back and tell me how cool I am. And then take me out for ice cream... Mmmm, ice cream!

I also found a letter that I apparently wrote to aliens while I was supposed to be undergoing my mandatory grade six testing. The amazing part is that the letter seems somewhat serious ("Hello. My name is Anneliese Joan Neumann and I am twelve years old..." etc). Oh, and for those of you who don't know, I was unquestionably the hight of popularity at Victory Public School.*Ahem*

...What? Why ever are you glancing upon me with that mistrustful glint in your eyes??

Anyways, back to the story! By far the most impressive artifact was one 'Nuts The Squirrel', in origional packaging!!!

$$$

This was for sure going to make me a millionaire, or, at the very least, whisk me through my first three years of University.

Ingenius.

Getting AWESOME!

Mood: complacent
Music: I will remember you - Sarah Mclachlan

Number of Days Remaining 'Till International Anneliese Day: 29

I am pleased to announce that the art show was a screaming success. C'mon, dudes!! There had to be at least fifty people there!!!!

...I kid, I kid. There were probably one or two hundred people who Got Awesome throughout the duration of seven to nine PM. Which was alot more that I had personally anticipated... but hey, that's just me. Now here are some pictures:

Do you really want to hurt me?

Here is everyone's favourite Anneliese posing beside a breathtaking work of art by the one and only John Merritt. I look rather Culture Club/Avril Lavigne-ish, don't I? Uggh...

Mikey's Got Soul.

Mikey presents Soul Sistas, by Andrew, easily the shining glory of our art show.
...Show off.
Get out.
Now.

That was pretty much my Friday Evening for you. But for the sake of a wee girlish thrill: "This one time, a couple months ago, I was going through National Geographics, and I found the BEST quote, and I gave it to this really cute guy, who is really cute, but quiet and doesn't talk to anyone, but anyways, when I was at the art show, I read his statement, and it was based on my quote!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

...Moving on.

Yesterday I orchistrated a bowling night and even found it within the kindness of my self-righteous heart to invite Bitchface.

...

...Also, due to my newly aquired virtuous streak, I shal even go so far as to refrain from commenting.

...Also also, due to my ever so fickle nature, I have lost intrest in this entry. But, fear not -- for your enjoyment, Here is Fabio!

Smile like you mean it.

...Ta da.

You Take my Breath Away.

Mood: right ray of fricking sunshine.
Music: Mozart - 7th symphony

Aloha! I am home! At last! After nearly collapsing in my driveway! Of what appears to have been a mid-January asthma attack!
There are no leaves out or pollen producing stuff, which leads me to conclude that I may be allergic to hoes. Because I was just dandy all day untill I came into close quarters with Bitchface - and my resperatory system suddenly took offence.
Actually, it was not all that sudden as in I was in the middle of Suffolk street when I noticed I wasn't breathing. And that, my friends, is not very fun. Neither is arriving home to the realization that my inhaler is in my black Roots bag, which has not been in regular use since September and has since found it's way to who the hell knows where. I'm not sure when I decided it was necessary to own multiple handbags, but I assure you, ladies, it will bite you in the ass sooner or later. Such as when you are crawling through your house on your hands and knees in an oxygen-hungry stupor.

Anyways. I found it after much wheezing and a bit of cursing and all is well now, except my lungs hurt from the medication. But I suppose it's better than them not functioning.

Also there is my art class' show tonight.

I am going to go now and make mini pizzas.

Ta Da!

Je suis mauvais... heh heh.

Mood: frantic
Music: none

Since I am a horrible, evil little deciever I have managed to cop an extension on my english essay.

...Excellent.

Now, there will be none of the food cooking, CD burning, sleep getting, TV watching, dean calling, father e-mailing, bath taking, God worshipping, gym attending, phone talking, library going, blog reading or the getting Mikey to guess who I like game that there has been over the past two days that has collectively prevented me from completing my credit attaining assignment.

Happy trails.

Procrastinator.

Mood: same old, same old
Music: Shivaree - Goodnight Moon

So far since I've gotten home, I've had a vanilla pudding and some ritz bites, and spent seventeen minutes organizing my MSN contacts list and the rest of the time talking to Michael and oh, look at this, now I'm writing a blog!
I have a 10 paragraph essay due tomorrow and thus far am five sentances into the introduction. But wait! Don't give me credit yet, because four of said five sentences were written on Sunday!

Anywhoo. I am just happy to report that Mrs. Seibert has been ill the past two mornings, therefore improving my mornings immeasurably. Also, I am collaborating with Mrs. Bergen and a legion of equally cool people (and that's pretty cool!!) and one or two not-as-cool people in running the Sears Drama Festival this year. w00t! I am very excited and enamoured by the script, and have lay awake two nights in a row thinking about it, but cannot post anything as of yet incase of spies, communist or otherwise. So, go away spies - it's our play and you're not having it!!! I have also offered my amazing and highly-sought-after banner-making skillz, so if anyone reading this happens to be in the art department I suggest you lock up your paints now, because I will not be held accountable should they mysteriously start disappearing one by one.

Toodles.

2004 in retrospect (...and mostly pessimism)

Mood: tired and 100% completely not hungover
Music: Franz Ferdinand - 40 ft

Warning: Contains Anger, and in accordance, foul language. dun Dun DUNNN!

I'd like to start off by saying that I hate newyears. I don't get it! It is a time of getting drunk and putting up calanders and that's about it. You havn't survived another year, unless, of course, your birthday is the first of January. And just because it's newyears doesn't mean you're any different, except possibly a bit hungover and forgive me if I fail to see the glory in that.
But at least it's a holiday.

Now let's talk about 2004! To sum it up breifly and accurately, 2004 for the most part was a prolonged period of shitty. Sure, there were alot of firsts for me - first boyfriend, first kiss, first honor roll... but in the end it's a time I plan on blocking from my memory as much as possible.

January 2004
I basically spent this time screwing around, unsure of myself and what to do (especially concerning Derek) but if I recall correctly I was pretty fucking happy so I'll just roll with it. I also got my fish, Valentine, who was very pretty and fun to watch and lasted quite long for a betta fish. I also started this BLOG!
Febuary 2004
This was possibly the happiest month of my life. Oh look, I'm crying! You know, that thing I do where the water comes out of my eyeballs. Yeah... I had what I would consider in the following few months to be "the best birthday ever" while everyone in my out door ed. class froze their asses off in little snow caverns. Haha. Also, rugby practices started up. I just wish to God I'd been more confident in myself back then...
March 2004
Why can't I remember anything that happened in March? Oh. I know. Because nothing much happened. Don't get me wrong, I was very happy in March, and this may have been improv month, but I am not entirely sure. That was fun. I remember going to Shannon Fahy's during March Break and making a movie with my dad's video camera.
April 2004
Hey! I know what's in April! It's Shugufa's birthday! I also had a dream that I kissed her! Hahaha! Also this month was filled with never-ending Macbeth, as well as rugby. Ah, how I love rugby!! Also in this month I met a new friend known as Blondie, or Christina, or more recently Bitchface who I liked very much but who would turn out to have an enormous hand in the "prolonged period of shitty".
May 2004
May can be divided into two parts - 15 totally amazing days which I loved and cherished, and then the rest - some of the worst days of my life. In the beginning of May there was Pulp Fiction (always good), fat days (unfortunate part of the past), and then the GCVI Film Festival. If I had to pinpoint the best day I had all year it would probably be the Film Festival... I had such an amazing time with Derek who I felt so close to, and I felt everything was so good and getting so much better, and with my friends and new friends Vera and Christina. Then there was the canoe trip - I was stuck out in the wilderness with the best people I could possibly hope for (Megs, Char, Christine - Teeny Christinie so as to aviod confusion with the other one - and Mike Armstrong amongst them). I loved singing my heart out with the other girls (especially The Darkness heh heh) and consequently annoying the living hell out of Mike and Matt. And I loved finding a spot to myself with a beautiful view, usually around sunset where I wrote and sketched and wrote letters to Derek. I'll also never forget the portage with the bigass canoe, where I experienced possibly the most intense physical pain I'd ever been in, but had Mike and Christine encouraging me along the whole way, and even though they didn't assist me in carrying the canoe, I couldn't have gotten to the end without them. On my trip I felt the most complete that I had ever felt, and I remember having some kind of freaky forsight and apprehension towards coming back because I wrote a letter to myself saying "everything will be allright". Upon coming back, my life as I knew it fell appart. The major trouble at Mcleans started, which ended in me losing my job, I had a huge fight with my dad which hurt alot, seeing as I'm a Daddy's girl, and then Derek, the person who had lavished me in much-needed "I-love-you's" and who I cared about so much that words can't quite say it turned around and dumped me on a whim in a fucking e-mail, days after he assured me everything was alright. Then there was May the 29th, now known as the worst day of my life, where I sat dilerious and barely-functional in the Drama room at the GCVI open house and watched 'The Mulberry Bush' as well as Alex McLeod's chase scene over and over again and basically burst into tears whenever I thought no one was in the room. I then attended Christina's surprise party wich we were late to and felt like a complete shit due to just being dumped and therefore losing face infront of entire party crowd, also witnessing completely emotionless, insensitive, uncaring ex-boyfriend not give a christly damn that I was heartbroken, electing to instead hop around to the 5, 6, 7, 8's like everything was perfectly alright, and then team up with Christina in party games, ignoring me, consequently shoving another hundred or so metaphorical knives through my already broken heart. Spent the rest of May hoping for Revolution and blaming self and amazing canoe trip for newfound depression.
June 2004
June, on the whole, sucked ass and was also host to possibly the weirdest moment of my life. On the Tuseday following dumpage by Derek the insensitive shit head, went downtown on completely unnessicary trip with Shit Head and Christina and others, witnessed unusual attention toward Christina on behalf of Shit Head, sparking "you dumped me for her" theory. Returned to school and resumed class as if normal, except for the fact that entire math class was spent crying silently, and normally out of control, noisey college level math class was subdued by extreme ackwardness of normally smiley girl balling her eyes out without explanation. Also in this week I went from 110lbs to 105lbs due to not eating for three days. On fourth day, forced myself to start eating after the appearence of "fairies" upon standing up, and the inability to put on my backpack without girlfriendly assistance. However, recieved much praise from teachers dispite total lack of enthusiasm for any assignment whatsoever, and also was praised by english and math teachers for writing 'some of the best exams of the year'. Also, forgot how to sing and was subdued for most of the month.
July 2004
July was spent mostly crying and contemplating most interesting methods of suicide (for example: "suicide by Volvo" or "suicide by lederhosen"). Due to being stupid dumb shit, insisted on presence of Christina whenever I attended Mikey's house. Also read Madame Butterfly this month and became emo kid without stupid, crappy music. Still no singing whatsoever.
August 2004
Extra shitty month due mainly to betrayal of trust and friendship, and resulting lack-of-eating binge. This month I stopped giving Derek the cold shoulder and was extra nice to him by healing ankle that he injured at Mikey's party being a stupid jackass, most likely showing off to Christina who at this point I still enjoyed. Continued unwavering love for said undeserving Jackass, untill said betrayal which took place en route to Guelph after Wonderland excursion. Feelings were hurt all day by Jackass subtillities (ie: treated like stranger all day, being refered to as "her", the proclamations that everything I liked sucked - top gun, minebuster, and even the colour red, etc) untill finally breaking heart for the second time by holding hands with Christina who had unmasked herself as true sleazy bitch, and proceeded to lay in ex-boyfriends crotchal region whilst flaunting for entire sickening hour. Myself, being a "friend" made no objections due to unwant of embarassing sleazy friend infront of parents. Was extremely hurt and offended as had been lied to and betrayed by two close friends, also felt replaced, cheated on (though would not technically have been true), and overall shattered ability to trust in human beings. Due to traumatic experience, became acquainted with Debra, my social worker. Also realized obviousness of depression due to Charleen (aka E-Unit) comment along the lines of "you seem different and so sad all the time!! ...etc etc" and made extra effort to live lie of joyfulness which was in reality pretty much dead. Also realized that had gone a total of 5 nights without crying since May 28. After betrayal incident, totally and painfully rejected Derek and desperately wanted to be friends with sleazy bitch Christina, who, as I would find out later, elected to continue whoring even after blatant obviousness of inflicted hurt.
September 2004
Started out month shitty as ever due to witnessing vagrant sleazebag worship on the part of jackass ex-boyfriend. Hated him untill near the end of the month, when switched over to total dislike of sleazy Christina, on account of I couldn't get within 50 feet of Derek without ackward and eventually objectionable presence of herself which I publically made known via "bitch" comment. The envisioned "suicide by Volvo" is now "homicide by Volvo." Also had 80mph incident with Megs wich was amusing because she is normally an extremely paranoid driver. Joined choir with Char for a grand total of one choir practice. Small attempts at singing have started, much to dismay of brother.
October 2004
Went to Franz concert with Mikey, Derek, Adam, Christina. Had extremely enjoyable time, also was last time to date that I have had friendly contact with Christina, disregarding recent insignificant chatter about sociology essay and co-op. Also crying bouts are no longer a daily happening. Started chatting with Amy about Christianity and bowling. Hatred of art class has begun to grow.
November 2004
Went bowling with Amy's CELL group, which resulted in joining CELL group because I simply love everyone in it, for they are very nice and are not self-centered jerks. Also am happily beginning to feel meagre threads of friendship with Derek tighten if only a little, which is good but slightly tardy seeing as I was hoping for that to happen around August. Also bouts of sentamentality and not caring about incestous goings on are becoming more frequent, however onsets of Blondie-hate are frequent and therefore lessen overall effect of sentamentality. Hatred of art class has reached full fleged burning passion.
December 2004
Formerly overwhelming depression has been reduced to bouts which are becoming few and far between, but none the less still there. Have found new appreciation for Caitlin as she is cool and doesn't have a penis because it is nice when you are a girl to be friends with someone who also does not have a penis, which consequently makes people gross and annoying by nature. Haha. Attended Christmas CELL party which was interesting, but a little bit weird because I'm shy and do not know very many people at the Church. Also attended numerous stepping classes at Her Club with Megs and also Tanya who has joined us on one occasion. Thighs are now firm and shapely as a result of repeated stepping. Had an overall good Christmas, despite one unfortunate Bitchface-related incident with Derek. Also am becoming conciously more guilty for Christina-dislike, aswell as the bestowing upon her of derogative terms which she doesn't entirely deserve, however am adament of remaining guarded out of fear of losing Derek-friendship to sleazy girl all over again. Also was conned into donating blood and experienced my very first unhospitalized fainting spell. Final weight of the year is 107, which is better than 105 and is not accompanied by visions of fairies upon standing up.

That's the drama of 2004 at a glance. Now I shal list you the top 10 GOOD and BAD experiences of 2004.

shitty experiences
1. getting dumped by selfish asshole who I was completely and utterly (and stupidly) in love with
2. the wonderland incident
3. May 29
4. reprocussions of the wonderland incident
5. consuming paranoia and unrequitted love
6. being depressed
7. being stressed out of my mind all summer
8. crying incessantly
9. the shittiness of hating and not hating Christina at the same time, 24/7
10.finding out I need an inhaler!!!!!!

super duper experiences
1. being in love with Derek when it was mutual
2. my out door ed. canoe trip (and the portage from hell)
3. the Film Festival
4. playing with Jordan and his sisters in Montreal
5. becoming acquainted with my CELL group
6. playing rugby
7. the good visits to Mikey's house
8. being gym buddies with Megs
9. going to see Franz Ferdinand
10. trying to teach Andrew how to paddle prior to canoing

There you have it, darlings.

Ta Da.