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It's Valentine's Day and I'm sick with the world's most annoying cold EVER!!!!! I was at school earlier today, but I ditched that joint. Partly because snifling and studying don't go together, but also cause I wanted to read my new book, The Sweet Far Thing, by Libba Bray, in a more comfortable environement. 

Anyways, that's all the rambling I have to do for today. It's amazing, but my crappy LJ has been online for more than a year now (I started it January 30th, 2007). I used to pay so much more attention to it.

Peace!

A while ago I figured out that I'm neither a seperatist or a nationalist. I have no deep desire to seperate from the rest of Canada, nor do I have any deep connections to any iconic part of Quebec culture. And it's the same for Canada. I'm not hugely attached to that great piece of land either. The only place I can really identify with is Montreal. Being an anglo in Quebec does that to ya, I guess. Montreal afterall, is a huge culture clash with about a million people living in it. I guess in some weird way, that makes m like, a child of the world or I'm reading into this far too much. 

Cool, eh?

Peace

So, it's another Saturday night at home for me. I might as well use all this free time to write instead of depress (and hope that, consequently, I will un-depress). I got a haircut today, a dramatic re-styling one could say, or they could just tell me I'm overdoing it , and I went to 27 dresses. It was cute, I enjoyed it; it was nice not to have to think too much about sub-plots and symbolisum for once.

Anyways, my life is dreary as always -lacking in anything to be upset about, but upsetting me nonetheless. I can't wait to finnish high school. I can't stay in a one place as long as I've been at that school while still staying sane. Thank God for English class, and Tania, and Sav, and Fiona too. They are the few people that keep me from really losing it (and I realize that Enlgish class is technically not a person). I'm thinking about checking out local cafes or something to see if they have shows I could go to and stuff. I really hate staying in on the weekend. However, if I'm going to go to these shows, I have to promise myself one thing: I will make an effort to talk to people and TRY to make new friends. I have to jump-start a life somehow.

Peace!

Woah. Tough week. It's hard going back to school after two weeks of vacation even if said two weeks sucked.  And so, life begins again. French classes. Math classes. Art classes. Gym classes. The only class I can stand is Englsih, and even that's getting annoying. Teacher wants us to knit and do canadiana lit. 

I DON'T WANNA DO CANADIANA LIT!!!

Ok, there. Said it. Temper tantrum over. Please forgive me, Linda.

Anyways, the good news is I've finally found my James Blunt  CD. I was looking for it all vacation, but, obviously, couldn't find it. It's too bad really, I could've really annoyed Scott (my alcoholic second cousin from out west) with it. Also, I've decided I want to go to Paris. Or somewhere. On my own. I want to save up my money for god knows how long and set off on my own. My ulitmate goal would be Paris, but a week or so in New York wouldn't be so bad either. Mom's already against it. Trying to convince me that they won't let me stay at hotels and whatnot. Well, whatever. It's not like I'm gonna have the money to head off tomorrow. I'm going to seriously start saving up if I wanna go anywhere on my own before I turn 18. And considering that I just wasted the only twenty dollars I had on books today...

anyways, neighbour kid turned 13 today and I promised that I would get him porn (much to his sister's arednt dismay), but I'm not sure where to get it. Maybe I'll just find him a risque erotic book instead.

Peace!

P.S.: I was too lazy to spelchek today, sry.

 So, Christmas Vacation is over and there are just a couple of things I'd like to write down:

AMUSING POINTS OF MY (otherwise sucky) VACATION

-I finally got the chance to Kensington Market in Toronto. It was cool -great clothes-though the supposedly hard-hitting political statement buttons just weren't doing it for me. Another thing Montreal does better.

-I became a pro at ipod solitaire

-I had various conversations with my second-cousin Scott's stalker girlfriend (which is interesting in the "got a good story to tell way", but is a drag in person).

-I did little to no homework

-The tiny bit I DID do I couldn't understand

And perhaps most importantly of all...

-I kissed a boy! And not just any boy -HIM! It's hard to believe, but I am no longer a never been kissed virgin. I'm just a normal virgin. As for my story with HIM...well, it's complicated, but we've decided to be friends, and I'm really OK with that. I mean, if I can kiss one guy, who's to say I can't kiss another?

Peace, love and kisses!

It's the last day of the year. Tomorrow we're 2008 -the year Bush will finally be replaced (if only in November). In September, I'll start my last year of high school. This summer, I'm going to get a job and join the ranks of the millions of 16-year-olds working for minimum wage. In March, my class is putting on our class play. And on Valentine's day, I will most likely get between zero to 3 mock valentines. 

But all that seems so faraway. Right now, all I can think about is how HE's online, on msn, and not responding -totally MIA. And Max. Max is kinda hard to explain. Anyways, I think I'll shut-up on the sage words of U2: it takes seconds to say goodbye.

Peace, and happy new year!

  So, school started today. We don't wait till labor day, here in Quebec (unless we go to WASPy private schools, that is). For the most part, it was a good day. I got to see my friends again, I started grade 10 and I got to sleep in (we didn't have to be there before 1:15 =D). The classes were changed around a bit this year because in grade ten you're all split up according to what level math class you get put in. 

  There are three levels:  416, 426, 436. I'm sure you get the picture smart people. 416 is easy math for those who have other interests or just suck at math. 436 is advanced math for those geniuses (like my friend Alex) who get math far too well and who redeem themselves by helping the rest of us pass. And finally, 426 is 436 minus one or two chapters. Normally, considering my average, I'd wind up in 416 where I wouldn't have to focus on math too much and get the chance to work on my English. But of course, school went screwy on me and now I'm in 436.

436.

My worst nightmare.

What have I ever done to them?

More on this tomorrow, after math class. Peace!

As a side note, I no longer have my crazy blonde geography teacher anymore. yay!

Today's the day. At 11:30pm tonight, I'll be on a plane headed to Portugal (and from there, Spain). I can't believe this is actually happening. I've been anticipating this trip since January (at least) and now that it's finally here, it still seems so far away. In other words....the waiting is killing me!

Gah... anyways this is just to say that I'm going to be gone without a trace for the next five weeks, so bye-bye! Peace

Oh my fucking god no! My Trombone exam is in less than an hour and as if that weren't torture enough, because of some stupid public transit strike, I have to WALK to school with my freaking heavy trombone! I'm gonna die!

Gah! Someone help me! I have a MAJOR practical trombone exam tomorrow and I'm not anywhere near ready!!!

Groan. Me and my stupid need to procrastinate.

Anyways, aside from that little ugly speck of stress, my life is pretty much worry free at the moment. That's all going to change when I go back to school after the long weekend,  but I don't want to think about that right now. So far it's been a pretty good weekend, actually. I haven't had any geography projects to drive me nuts, so I've been able to enjoy it. 

I spent all(most -and yes, I know that's not how you spell it) of Saturday with Savie. We walked around town a lot, did some window-shopping in some sweet "fripperies" and talked about our love lives. Or, to be more precise, we talked mostly about Savannah's love life and somewhat about my lack of. You see, my once totally pure and innocent friend...wait a minute, what am I saying? Savie was never innocent to begin with. Sigh. Let me rephrase, my once boy-hating friend is now boy-crazy and extremely proud of her many so-called boy-toys. She has 5 of them. I spent Saturday night alone at her house playing watch-dog while she snuck out to meet one of these said boy-toys at the nearby park.

I suck.

I didn't do much yesterday. Well, ok, so I did go down to the St. Viateur Bagel shop and buy bagels for the place's 50th anniversary, but that's about it. It was still better than nothing (I got a FREE bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon, how great is that?)

Anyways, today wasn't much more exciting, so I feel no need to write about it. Enjoy your own lives and Peace out!

Been thinking about the future lately. Like what comes after high school and all that jazz. All my life (or at least since I was 6-years-old) I've dreamed of going to McGill for university. Every Montreal kid does. But now I'm not so sure. Recently, I've been thinking of maybe doing my post-secondary studies in Toronto.

Yes, I know. Toronto.

My parents are going to freak when I tell them. I mean, Toronto is pronounced Trauma in our household. But it's not like I don't have my reasons.

First of all, my grandma lives in Toronto (my only living grandparent), and she's not getting any younger. I could live with her and look after her and that would really help out my parents (I'd have to learn to drive though). Secondly, I wouldn't have to go through the entire CEGEYPT system we have here in Quebec, so I could be altogether done with school waaaaaaaaay before my other high-school classmates would be. And finally, and probably most importantly, I want to do something different.

Every English kid in Montreal (and most of the French ones too) dreams of going to McGill (I've mentioned this before) and plans out their future based on this dream. It's kind of like a rite of passage. But, I dunno, I've never really liked following the current or going with the flow...besides, I’ve always been adventurous. 

And that's pretty much it from me today. That's a lot, considering that I haven't written a serious entry in ages...anyways, Peace out!

Anyone know any swear words in a different language? I got a fanfic idea, but it needs research. It's basically a big asucaga word game, so if you know how to fuck in Dutch, do tell. Thanks in advance!

Oh, and please don't give me any English swear words, not that anyone accept Bush and his followers can be that stupid. And there's no big need for French ones either, I already know plenty of those (especially the good habitant ones). 

Allow me to demonstrate...

OK, so if you know any foreign language swear words, please comment. Until then, Fuck war, make Love!

Today I have nothing more to right than some random thoughts, so here goes...

...I don't care if anyone's reading my lj anymore, I just write in it 'cause I feel like it. Sigh...

...I really should be working on my geography project (yes, I know, another one), but I'll do it later, like at midnight tonight...

...Helena's been telling me random things about herself out of the blue all year and I still don't get why, it's not like we're friends or anything...

...I haven't talked to my favorite msn buddy in a week now, I miss her...hint hint maddy....

...I simply adore the icon (look above) Alex (aka Mayelle) made for me on Thursday, it's so...perfectly messed up...

...I have no more random  thoughts left to share...Peace out!

I have more to write, but I felt like doing two different entries. As is custom, don't ask.

We went to go see Romeo & Juliet with school today. The acting was good, but I was bored out of my mind. I know the story too well. It's beautiful and moving and touching the first time, and still pretty wonderful the next, but after a while it gets old and, dare I say it, cheesy.

I've claimed a couple for the thirty kisses comm. I'm doing Shinn/Luna simply because I love them, but have never gotten around to writing something about them. That and they need the love and asucaga was already taken XD.

Oh, and some patriot from the States has 'friended' me. As in the ultra-conservative Bush loving kind. Kind of freaky, but oh well.

Ah, and one more thing.



Peace X 2!

Back from New York. Sigh.

I'm too lazy to write down EVERYTHING that happened there, so I'll just put down the high points.

- Stepping out of Penn station on to 7th avenue and 32nd (at least I think it was 32nd) and realizing that I was in one of the seven wonders of the world.

-Looking at the hundreds of prom dresses at Macy's. Rack upon rack of huge, tacky, colourful dresses that someone would buy.

-Exploring F-A-O schwartz.

-Walking into Tiffany's and being told: Welcome to Paradise...I mean Tiffany's. The service there was amazing and not at all what you'd expect from such a famous and high end boutique. I even got to try on a necklace! Though we didn't buy it, it had gold in it and was 200$...sigh, I feel poor...

-Going to see Les Miserables. I've been wanting to see that show for over a year now, so it was like a (small) dream come true. Jean Valjean wasn't quite up to par, but the rest of the cast was amazing.

-Catching the bouquet at my cousin Adrienne's wedding. I'm getting married soon! The not so cool part about it was that I didn't know that the girl who caught the bouquet had to have the garter put on by the guy who caught it. He later told me that I went as red as a fire engine when he did so. He was cool though, and not some 50-year-old pervert as my father accused him of being when he found out.

-Visiting Strawberry Field in Central Park. It was good to pay homage to John Lennon. You are missed among us Dude.

-Eating dinner at Olive Garden with my mom at the bar. Don't ask.

Peace out!

If my teachers were parents, what kind of parents would they be...

Science Michel: He'd be the one with favorites, favorites who wouldn't be me. I'd be the neglected child who'd be suddenly remembered from time to time and given material possessions to compensate.

English  John: He'd be the fun, but extremely weird ex-rocker dad who would maybe smoke a joint on rare occasions.

Math Louise: The do-it-yourself mom. The kind of person who would make every aspect of your life a challenge and then  claim that she was preparing you for 'real life, honey'. Wouldn't want her as a mom, but she's a great math teacher.

French Cathrine: A regular mom who just can't understand anything about you, who wants to be part of your life and who you end up fighting with all the time as a teenager.

Art Mark-Vincent: That boring, conservative, old dad who used to be super cool, but now that he has children of his own is just a pain in the ass.

Instro (aka musique instrumental) Miss Snif (pet name...): You know what? no, this lady as a parent? Not yet at least...

Choir Pat: The scary, strict, boring kind of mother that always votes liberal.

Gym Joanne: See Math Louise.

Geography Mireille: she'd be the cooky-single mom she is that somehow knows you inside out even though you do your freaking best to avoid her.

And that's it...but I'm adding two of my ex-teachers just because.

Grade 4 English Mindy: uh, how 'bout I just break it down into a few words, ok? Bimbo, hippie, Barbie, blond, scary.

Grade 7 Math George: the female equivalent of Grade 4 English Mindy.

And that's really it.

There. Mandatory get-rid-of-guilty-conscious-entry over with. 5 DAYS TILL NEW YORK!!!!!!!

Ooou...haven't updated in a little while, how naughty of me. Anyways, after a certain amount of procrastinating, I finally decided to update with a list of what's going on in my mind. Not very deep, but usually fun to read, enjoy!


What's on my mind...besides the fact that I'm missing capitols in my title

1: New York! I'm going there in three weeks time for a distant cousin's wedding and I seriously can't wait. I'm so excited I sound like some wannabe straight out of Gossip Girl (shallowest thing to ever be published). But, what can I say? This is New York, New York I'm talking about!

2: Too much homework!!! One huge geography project (not on rocks this time) + one french paper on poltergeists + science shit + math crap = little to no free time or a death sentence, depending on whether I do it or not.

3: I've finally figured out how to get font and other stuff on lj! Can't believe I never figured out before...god, I can be such an idiot!

4: New York!!!!!

5:Jehovah's witnesses are weird, really weird. One of them stopped me on the street today like an old friend and then asked me what I thought of global warming. I coughed up some opinion not worth posting here, and then she nodded and gave me a lame pamphlet telling me that global warming was god's will. My ass! Those Jehovah's witnesses, always convinced that we're all going to die within the next five minutes. So anyways, I read through her pamphlet and had a good laugh. But now, all I can think is that those people are really weird.

6: A bunch of fanfic ideas, Gundam Seed as usual. Hidden for spoilers  

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7: Saskue (from Naruto) is HOT!!!! The only problem is that he's in a crappy seris and paired up with a crappy character...

8: Did I mention New York?

God, I suck at comedy...

Peace out!

So, it's official. A gundam seed/destiny movie is being made and should be released in December. It's a long way till then, so I thought I might as well post what I want to see here to pass the time until then. Hidden by a lovely lj-cut provided by the people here at LiveJournal, to hide spoilers.

( first of all, no more recycled scenes... )

There has been an Update! Mom just got back from Effie's and she looks quite good now, she's a good deal happier too. Not like you care.

Peace out!

Uh...how do I explain this? It's kind of complicated. Might as well start from, well, the start (har-har! I know).

Mom and I both got our hair cut and styled this mourning. The main reason we went together being convenience. Mom went first and our hairdresser, Effie, decided she wanted to curl my mother's hair. She went along with it happily and I did my best not to comment. So, Effie did her work and put a whole bunch of curlers into my mom's hair, making her look like some kind of alien (her glasses didn't help). Then she let some lotion or conditioner sit while she did my hair. Mine turned out fine, I got bangs, and a tiny cut on the length. Once Effie was done, I went home since I had a french class to prepare for.

I only saw Mom again after my french lesson. I was curious to see what she looked like. I hadn't expected much. When I had last seen her, her hair half-done, she had reminded me of some of my older teachers. The minute I saw her I had to bite my tongue; she looked awful! Her hair had turned out all wavy and frizzy and old-looking and not good at all! I hate to admit it, but I lied to her about what I though when she asked me what I though of it. It was only when she broke down a minute later and told me she hated it, that I let out (a bit) of the truth.

Mom's new haircut doesn't suit her at all and looks it belongs to another woman. And Mom's reaction to it doesn't help either. She's really, really, really doesn't like it. After a short talk, I told her that she should go back to the salon and have her hair fixed by any means possible. If it was making her so miserable, the smart thing to do would be change it, right? All the time, I couldn't help but be a selfish little bitch of a girl and feel beautiful and proud about my new haircut, which turned out great. Sigh. I'm so careless.

Peace out!