So, the University of Lethbridge rocks with the fires of a thousand evils. Ok, not evils. But you know, right? Yeh, that's what I thought. It's like, a gajillion times better than the U of A. AND DON'T GET IN A HUFF OF DEFENSIVE RAMBLING BECAUSE I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN TO BOTH AND CAN ATTEST TO THE FACT FROM EXPERIENCE. Those of you who have something against Lethbridge, prepare to be socked in the eye. Or at least, prepare to be hit with the truth which will feel like a sock in the eye. Or so DC Talk says. At least I think it was DC Talk. Yeh, so the trip was awesome. At least I think it was. Lo man, you missed a good ol' time. And Lethbridge has some really nice *scenery*. Like, fresh and nice. And yeh, it was just great.
I've just decided that my dream of dream of dreams is to live in the country. Anything that has more than one (or more if it's farm stuff or outhouses or something) building on a chunk of land the size of Woodbridge Farms (at the smallest) is just totally not worth the trouble. I mean, why would you go to a mall when you can go hiking around in a field (don't ask how that thought really connects to the last one, you know me and my thoughts; they change a lot). Don't get me wrong, I love my little house with it's miniscule yard. But what would be so incredibly much better is a little house (or a cave on a Scottish mountain side) in a small grove of trees (or a forest) and just countryside all around. Maybe my aunt's brother will hire me on one of his farms so I can heard cattle or something. What fun! :D
I turned on the TV like half an hour ago and it was on CBC so CBC Kids was on and Hanson was doing the whole "this is CBC kids" thing and if I'm not mistaken, Zac has grown into quite a fetching young lad. I may have to go check just to make sure, but it was pretty good. And his hair was normal. Like, guy hair. Ok, I've just looked and maybe he's not so great. But at least he looks like a guy now. That's definitely an improvement. Ok, I've checked some other pics and he looks completely different from his oldness. And it's definitely good. He's got a bit of little boy freshness going on and perhaps even slightly chubby cheeks. He's dece. Not overly so, but I'm sure Da will be happy to hear he no longer looks like a girl. So I wont need to ask about that anymore. I would put a picture up, but that might seem overly...over. What the heck, I will anyway. Then you can judge for yourself and I can stop rambling. He reminds me slightly of the lead Starfield guy who was just awesome, until I found out he was 27. And he was so perfect, Mennonite and everything. ;) Ok, so I can't find a free pic to put up, but go here and see. Some of them are...odd. Number 51 is the best I think, but you know, have a look. And you know, after having been exposed to the Hanson music of old (several times :D), I've decided it's really actually quite good stuff. It was such a bringer back of memories. Anyway, have a lovely day y'all! :D

So, today was a semi-useful day. My arm got pierced and I only donated like, a quarter of the blood that I was supposed to cuz most of the time the blood was filling the area under my skin (that would be a bruise, in case you've forgotten that part of Bio.) instead of going into the bag. And THEN I got a hair cut which was good times. (Go to Singleton's, ask for Wendy, I dunno if the others are good. It was $18.16 for me to get my super mondo hair washed and cut, so consider them recommended if you want a cheap but excellent hair cut. The only thing is, you cannot hold me responsible if anyone besides Wendy cuts your hair because I dunno if they're good or not). But, I've just finished dying my hair and holy cow, the roots are like neon pink. Except not. It's just like, super bright copper or something. Yeh, so we'll have to see how interesting that looks when it dries. And then tomorrow I'm putting in the highlights. Hoping that will go well. That's my news, the day was slightly more exciting than I thought it would be.

Oh my goodness. You guys. My counting down is OVER half done. I started counting down exactly a year from when I go to Capernwray, now there are 181 days left. Half a year is 182.5 days. I'M OVER HALF WAY THERE!!!! I should get crackin' with all that plane ticket and Visa and other stuff stuff. And a bunch more people are coming to Capernwray at the same time as me now. Of course, they're either from the US or England (actually, one person is from Nigeria I think) so basically I'll be the lone Canadian when I go, but hey, I can show them what Canada is REALLY like. Yes folks, we do have trees. Although that'd be more like an American circle of non-thought. And seriously, it's not just a myth, they really do ask things like that. AND if we live in igloos and travel around in dogsleds. Yes, Christie was asked that by some hot American guy when she went on choir tour around Northeast US and Southern Canada. Honestly people, how ignorant can you get? Of course, I'm probably ignorant about numerous American things too but at least I don't make sweeping generalizations. (Because I know ALL Americans aren't as dumb as to ask those types of things.)
I have discovered that I love the International Airport. It's like, the gateway to wonder. Maybe I'll work there some day. The memories are so wonderful. Like the choir trip to Whistler and seeing mom off to Paraguay and Christie off to Russia. And sitting around at 1 o'clock in the morning nibbling away on a cinnamon stick, wandering aimlessly around and checking the flight listings every 5 minutes. Watching the airplanes fly in. Good times. OR, better yet, maybe I'll work at the Glasgow airport someday. Hmmmm, if I become a pilot I can fly there. New job prospect for me guys! It's only the fighter pilots who have to have perfect eyesight without eyewear, right?
Well, I gotta go drink another gallon of water so I can race everyone at the blood clinic. Really they have no chance, I always win. It takes me less than five minutes, some people sit there for 5 minutes and they've got about 3 drops of blood in the bag. Come ON people, they did tell you to drink lots of water. And then I'm going to get a hair-cut. That could be interesting, I might do something different this time which will mostly turn out even more hideous than normal. Oh well, it's just hair. I can shave it off if I want to. Or just dye it such a vibrant colour that no one pays attention to the cut.
So, that was my interesting spiel for the day. Hope you enjoyed. Cuz I know how interesting it is to read about my super exciting life. Super exciting. Maybe I'll faint and get rushed to the hospital. That would be super exciting. And then I'll fall off the stretcher, get a concussion and then miraculously heal. That would be even super-exciting-er. Or to reduce the pain, I'll just win a trip to Scotland. Yeh, good idea. So I'm gonna go work on that now. Have a lovely day y'all! :D

*NEWS*

I can drive in the UK (except perhaps Northern Ireland) without getting an international license OR exchanging my license for a British one. For up to 12 months anyway. Yay! Except Canadians are only allowed to drive automatic transmission cars unless they get special permission. I find that funny, but that's perfectly fine with me.

Lalalala, I am so bored. Perhaps I'll go check the forums and see if someone new is coming to Capernwray. Or perhaps I'll go start packing...ha. If I get any bored-er I probably will. The France people should be taking off now. Their plane leaves at 12:30, or so they say. I wanna go too. Darn, the drawbacks of being not rich. Which is different than being poor. It's just...not rich in the slightest. Some people are cheapos. My parents wont give me money for food for 2 days, so obviously they'd rather keep their precious $30 and have me starve to death than not be able to buy a new pair of shoes or a [several] new drill bit. So I'm just gonna starve myself from Monday to Wednesday evening cuz my plane tickets are much more important than having food. And so is my prospective MP3 player. Anyway, g'bye.

I am now ready to travel. ~22 blank pages just waiting to be filled by foreign customs stamps. Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!!!!!!! The picture is still horrible, but it's shiny so I guess that makes up for it a bit.

I hate math. I'm going to try not to do quite as horribly on tomorrows test as I did on the last one, but I'm going to be pessimistic so the disappointment diminishes itself.
One more day of school 'til spring break! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spring break, I love you.
I need a new discman. It's so sad, mine died a horrible death sometime in the interval between battery changes. It was a horrible shock to discover that my music wouldn't play when I pushed the play button. I think I'll be scarred for life now.
Anyway, I'm gonna go now; I'll attempt to have a life since apparently I have none. Bye.

'It's a beautiful daaaaaaaay, don't let it get away.' Or perhaps, 'we live in a beautiful world'. Hmmm, now I wanna listen to Coldplay. But that means I have to fetch the CD which is all the way upstairs. 'If you told me that is what heaven is, well you'd be right.' Danananana, guess who's happy again today? Yes, that'd be me. And you know, I quite enjoy this more than mere momentary happiness. Haaaaaa, perhaps I really am crazy. I mean really, the fact that I'm doing fairly badly in school right now should render me...depressed. But I guess I just don't care cuz the future is waiting on the horizon and the only part I'm worried about right now isn't affected by my grades. But really, wouldn't it be insane if I had multiple personality disorder and didn't know it? Actually, yes, that would be quite literally insane.
Da, I have just had a one sided conversation with you, mostly consisting of song lyrics. You should really sign-out if you're not gonna be on. I should take my own advice sometimes I guess.
YC is soon. ROCK ON! That means my birthday is even sooner. And that also means I have to donate blood on Saturday. Actually, it doesn't mean I have to but it reminded me of that. I guess I'd better eat healthily and iron-ful for the next few days so I don't have to go through the whole fiasco that I had to last time cuz my iron levels were so low. You see, the blood is supposed to sink to the bottom of the beaker, not float to the top as mine did. I did try, I ate some broccoli for breakfast, supposedly it has lost of iron in it but I guess it takes longer than 9 hours to process and infuse the blood. Oh well, perhaps this time. Which is good, I can't even see the old needle scars which is totally not going over well in my head. Not even the one that nearly cut off the circulation to my hand. Well, all I hope is that they have good nurses at this one. The mobile clinics seem to get the better nurses. That's good, I like that.
Anyway, g'bye! Have a fabulosa day! :D

One hour, 17 minutes and 6 seconds of pure joy. That is my CD. And "Bewitched" is an awesome song. It's so musical quality.
I never knew hands could turn full fledged blue. But my hands were quite a bright shade of it today. I didn't think it was that cold, but after walking outside for about two minutes with uncovered hands today, they were about the same shade and brightness as the blue on the Galaxy theatre. Yes, I DID compare it, as I was walking right by it. Maybe a little more wrinkly than the Galaxy wall, but other than that it was quite close. If it wasn't so painful I'd probably sport the colour more often. It's really quite nice. And then when they start warming up they turn kindof plummy purple and then bright red (it looks quite like carbon monoxide poisoning actually) and then they turn kindof half blue and half red and after about 45 minutes they turn regular old skin colour again. It's really a great transition. I would suggest trying it sometime if you're bored. ;) Although now that I think about it, I did have that lighter in my pocket which probably would have warmed up my hands quite nicely had a taken the time to remember it was there. Actually, I probably almost lit it in my pocket about 50 times while I was walking, it's like jimmy-legs and humming/singing; I never know when I'm doing it until it's too late. *Ahem* Goodbye now! :D

Cannot break my posting every day spree (which really has been since August, sadly enough). So here's my post for the day. And let me reiterate that Delirious rocks. Wandering around in the 'wilderness' is good fun. I'm starting to think that climbing Ben Nevis wont be so bad. I mean, I always thought it would be awesome besides that fact that I'd probably die on the way up. But just the view at the top will make it a thousand time worth it. Nothing can stop me, I'm going. And I mean, Glen Coe. That is like, the place to be. So goodbye! :D

My new CD is awesome, thanks to the Lo Man!!!!!!!!!!! Now I wont have to keep looking for 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For'. Cuz I could never find it. But now I have it. And Politik. Coldplay and U2 rock. And Delirious, but they're not on the CD. I just figured that with the British music theme going on here I should add them. Because, overall, my favourite music (that being the aforementioned 3 bands) seems to be of the "Brit Rock" genre, if that's what you call it. Except of course Moulin Rouge music which is more...random music sung mainly by Scottish and Australian people. Good stuff. Actually, I like most music quite a lot, but I guess nothing compares to those 3. And I've just thought of some more awesome musicness (Daniel Bedingfield and Dido) so I'm thinking that a) the Uk-ians just have better music or b) I'm getting myself into a British focused music mindset in prepare-ance for my travels. Oh, and South with their awesome song. But that may just be one song that's good cuz I've never heard any of their other stuff. 'Colours In Waves' guys. Listen to it, it's awesome. Anyway, I'm gonna go check how much a train ticket is from London to Maidstone now. So have a wonderful day! :D And sing loudly to your music. It's a very efficient...joy creator. But I know you all sing along loudly anyway, or so I've heard. Yeh, goodbye!

So, uh, I have nothing to say. Except that Johnny Depp should sing more often. Cuz he's just awesome.

So, apparently my IA isn't that bad. All I have to do is footnote some stuff in my analysis, fix the errors that Mr. Ross corrected and get someone to edit it for me. And then if I have time, which I probably wont due to my Physics unit exam tomorrow that I have to study for, I can change some content around but it doesn't NEED to be done. So yay! You know what's weird? In English the teacher isn't allowed to write on our world lit. but in social the teacher can write all he wants. Crazy stuff.
I didn't post on Tuesday, wassup with that, it's unheard of-sadly enough-at least during the week. It seems that the more things I have to get done the longer my posts get. Oh well. Well, I'm gonna go "work" now. Except I really am gonna work. At least for a few minutes. ;) :D See yas! And have a fabbity-fab-fab day!

Well, happy St. Patrick Day y'all! I know, I know, I'm not Irish. And we celebrate it all wrong anyway. And most people don't even know what we're celebrating. Irish people don't even do the whole green thing. But no matter, I quite enjoyed sticking fake plant in my hair. And rummaging through the house for green clothing. The only thing I found at first was dad's tie with some sort of old green car on it. But then Christie dug through her stuff for me. So now I'm an advertisement for the 'Biological Sciences' faculty-ish thing at the U of A.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan, Daveo's talking to me about Capernwray and now I'm even more excited than before! Whatever shall I doooooooooooooo? And he says the taxis are safe but really expensive. Hmmmm, I think I'm gonna have fiscal issues in England. Oh well, there's always mom and dad if I run out completely. But I can't cuz I have to bring everyone presents! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the horror of money. Oh well, I'll just skip the eating part and it'll be all good. But there's no way I'm giving up that Edinburgh trip. Or the day trips to Cumbria. Dang, all these things that require money. I wonder if it'd be cheaper just to fly to Manchester and then take the bus from there. Hmmm, I shall have to look into this. The problem is, all the cheaper plane tickets are either to Heathrow or Glasgow. Hmmmm, Capernwray's only 70 miles south of the Scottish border, perhaps that would be cheaper...especially with that £49 flight thinger. I wonder if they've started that yet. Actually, I think they said it starts in May. So we'll see. Although there IS a sale on right now at TravelCuts for $200. And even if that's only one way, it's still only $400 for round trip. And that is a deal and a half.
Anyway, I'm gonna go now. Have a fabby day! :D
P.S. Gj Da on guessing the right song! Remind me to fetch you a shiny penny! :D

Beware The Ides Of March! :S

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS???? Was it because I only wrote half a page on it when we were supposed to write a whole page? Was it because it was my WORST write-up? What, huh? What possessed Mrs. Roach to give me THAT poem? THE poem that no one wanted to do cuz a) it's only 14 lines long and b) it's about Keats' reading of Homer. Chapman's Homer. That is right, I, the worst English student in the class, had to do an oral commentary about 'On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer' (or something to that effect). Is that not injustice????? That is the ONLY selection out of all 20/30 some that there were that I knew I would have nothing to say for. And what does Mrs. Roach place on the desk but that very poem! Seriously, I'm beginning to think there's a curse on my family cuz that just happens to be the poem Christie had to do her 40 minute oral on AND she also had to do her oral commentary on the worst selection of her year. An injustice has been done here. Maybe a long time ago in Germany when my ancestors were royal (yes, I have chosen to believe that we were royalty in Germany, not merely maids to them as some people choose to say to burst my bubble), they exiled Mrs. Roach's family and now she's getting us back. Or maybe we really are cursed. Or perhaps its supposed to teach me a lesson, that I should do my work better. Fup, it was dumb. But I managed to squeak by with about 10 minutes so yay. AND NOW IT IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sooooooooooo, I got more window markers. Pastel colours this time. Although really I think they're brighter than the "Brites". But either way, they're ideal for road trips. And graffitiing. Etc.
Dad told me yesterday that the lady in charge of summer students at his work told him that there's a good chance I'll be working there next summer. Yay!
Mr. Ross thinks my summary of evidence is good, except I need to make it a bit more chronologically correct. The analysis he said is pretty good and I need to work on part A a bit. Other than that my IA is good except I need to make sure one of my source authors is not a "crackpot". So gj me, I can save it all for Wednesday. Or so. Hmmm.
"We said we'd take a little time for both of us to see, I wonder what it'd be like to carry on...". Guess at will!
Goodbye. Have a fantabulous evening! :D

Colours In Waves by South is AWESOME. Just thought I'd let you know. Cuz it rocks. Literally. But it's beautiful. Anyway.

Ok, here is the reiteration of comment. You guys are so awesome and fabulous and loved, you have no idea. ROCK ON YOU GUYS!
Yes Da, the book was so incredibly awesome. I mean, Gordon Korman you rock. We totally should go meet him. Where does he live? We should just show up at his door for supper some day. My favourite poem was the multiple personality one, but they were all great. We should try that whole scheme sometime. Except my grandpa would totally not go along with it. (For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, all you have to do is read "One Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag" and you will be completely enlightened.)
Lou, gj you get a shiny penny! Just make sure you remind me or else I'll most likely forget. :S And the road trip on spring break sounds good and springy activities next weekend. Except Da might be in Lethbridge, so we'll have to steal her on one of the weekends surrounding spring break. Spring! Almost here! That means I'm almost 18! Rockinledoodle, almost legal age for...
Hummin' shrooms. ;)
You know what's weird? I'm in a good mood. Like, I'm seriously happy and mostly it's due to all your fantabulous comments but slightly due to the springiness of outside and driving with Lo man in the front seat (rockinlee doodle! 'Specially the music. And hummin' shrooms.). Driving makes me happy. Maybe I'll be one of those Formula One racer peeps. That'd be fun. Teehee! Anyway, I'm gonna go sing loudly to THE SONG now. Have a fabulous day! :D :D :D

My computer has something against me. The internet didn't turn off at all today except for once and I didn't even really notice cuz it came back on in about two seconds. Then, get this crap, someone to talk to actually comes on MSN and the crappy internet conks out and won't come on for 15 minutes so I have to restart the stupid computer. It's official, technology is a pain in the butt and should self-distruct. Who cares if some dumbaas think it makes life easier, they've got worms for brains and all this crap should be DESTROYED so we can get back to nature. Time to start the revolution guys. The only thing worth missing would be the music and hey, people can sing and play intruments so who cares. Oh look, there goes the internet again. PIECE OF CRAP! Ok, see, now it's back after two seconds. Everything hates me. EVERYTHING. Ah, the emotional roller coaster in one day in the life of Ste. Well, at least part of my day was good; when I finished reading 'One Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag'. Other than that it's been pretty crappy. And it's gonna get worse cuz I have to do my chores. And I can't even listen to my depressing music because it doesn't go with the springiness (that has left the outdoors, but is still cemented into my brain), so it just makes things horrible. It's like that day in Social when I couldn't sit still (What day CAN I sit still in Social? Seriously, I wish I could just sit on the floor. At least then the stupid desk wouldn't confine my awkward sitting positions.). Goodbye, I have to go work on my IA, which I have amazingly enough cut down to only 73 words over the limit. :S I wonder if it's the aim of the IB people to make as many people as possible turn suicidal. They're certainly doing a pretty good job of it, although I certainly wouldn't go that far as of yet. I really don't have to try anyway, all I have to do is actually start caring about it and the stress will render me dead. ANYWAY, that's enough of that for now. Have a lovely day the rest of you. :)

My sincere apologies Lou. My dastardly behaviour was COMPLETELY uncalled for. OK, not completely cuz I was already in a bad mood as per usual, but other than that it was through no fault of your own. So you can have some humble pie if you want. I made it myself, so that might prove dangerous, but I tried to keep it safe. Alas, I haven't checked on it so I can't tell you for sure.
Da, you shouldn't have told me that you changed your room around cuz now I want to change mine again and it's only been about 2 months since the last time. It's so much fun, despite the fact that there really is not enough room in my room to change the direction of my bed and my dresser weighs about 600 pounds so to move it I have to do the whole planting my feet flat on the wall and moving the thing by dislocating my shoulders and tearing all the muscles in my arm from pushing so hard. Whatever will I do at Capernwray if my roommate(s) don't have a changing the furniture around in their room fetish? Well, I guess I'll have to be satisfied by changing the direction of my bed. Or sleeping outside.
Why did no one tell me the next copy of the IA wasn't due on Thursday? Oh well, that means less work this weekend.
Ok, so I still wanna do stuff but that means I have to go check my email again to see when the times would be best for y'all. So here I go...it looks like nothing is good. Lo was available Friday evening which is long gone by now. Tas is available yesterday and today, Da is available this morning and tomorrow afternoon and Lou is just busy all the time. Soooooo, looks like we have no possibilities here. How dastardly. If anything changes, let me know but suggestions have been made for next weekend so keep that open y'all. Do I hear 'springy activities' (for some reason an Easter egg hunt comes to mind), 'Ikea', or 'roadtrip'? Well, that is what I hear. But those voices in my head are kindof weird.
You know, Jurassic Park is pretty good. Although I don't know what kindof children would WANT to see live dinosaurs. I get scared just seeing the computer-ish animated ones. Although I always did want a Triceratops ride. Wouldn't that be AWESOME? Yeh, I think it would.
Anyway, I'm going to go now so have a FAAAAAAAAAABULOUS weekend!
P.S. "....the chaos that controlled my mind..." We've had some complaints about the lack of shiny penny competitions recently, so here's one. AWESOME SONG. Is this the one you were speaking of Lou? I can't remember which song you said but it was by these people, and this one's awesome and you said it was an awesome song. So there it is.

So the Lo Man the Tas Man and the Da Man. Got any ideas for stuff to do? The *ignorer* is again *ignoring* my email, so it's just us folkers. We'll have to figure something out.
People are so hateful. Technology, I hate you also.

So, now I'm all passported up. Except I haven't actually gotten it yet, it comes in '2 Fridays from now', which I knew before she told me. Hopefully their 2 weeks is like the Registry Offices 2 weeks which is actually 1 week. It's so great, at the passport office they have '12 desks'. Except it skips the 10th one which kindof really screwed with my brain (the person who works at the passport office says it's kindof like platform 9 and 3/4). Obviously that place is screwed cuz the ATM machine went Out Of Order for like a minute and then worked again as soon as everyone who was in front of us left in search of another machine. 'Twas good times. And then when they called my number the security guards went and kicked these two guys out of the building. Except they wouldn't leave so the security guards, being health conscious and all, put on their rubber gloves and 'removed them by force'. Apparently, though, those rubber gloves are pretty darn scary cuz as soon as the security guards put them on, the guys left.
MSN AND e-mail aren't working. It's extremely dastardly and annoying. Now I'm going to be FORCED to watch another movie. Or something. Not like I'm complaining. But talking to people, even if it is electronically, is much more appealing. Oh well, at least I've got my music.
Well, have a lovely day y'all. :)

Though nothing would keep us together, we could steal time just for one day! We could be heroes forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!! We could be heroes forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We could be herooooooooooooooooooos! Just because I will always love you...I can't helping loving you!
Moulin Rouge is so awesome. And that's hardly even contributed to by the fact that the main character is Scottish.
I'm getting my passport tomorrow (and my shoes). After that I can apply for entry clearance. Them Brits better not take me for a terrorist or I'll have to "commit the crime that I was convicted of." (A little something from The Count Of Monte Cristo for ya.) But seriously, if they don't give me my clearance I'm gonna have to strangle someone. Preferably someone British. Someone British with the power to affect my entry clearance-ness, so no worries Lou. I really hope my picture doesn't look too terrorist like! :O
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Never knew I could feel like this, it's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish (not furnish as SOME very odd people think) inside your kiss, every day I love you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forgive everything!!!!!!!! *gasp* Seasons may change, winter to spring. I will love you 'til the end of time. Come what may (and Christian goes into a rampage of Come What Mays :D) I will love you until my dying day! COME WHAT MAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come what may. I will love you until my dying (Cwistian, he's got a guuuuuuuuun!)...they'we trying to kiwe you!" Auggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh the beauty cannot be fathomed! It just cannot! Now I want to be in a musical. Why my church doesn't put them on anymore is beside me, but they SO should because then I could be in it. And once again audition for something completely out of my league. Of course, now I can sing better so at least maybe I could wangle my self a bit of a solo piece. Why do I even want a solo? Then people would know what I sound like. Some people I don't even know know what I sound like and it's beyond me how they figured that out. Oh well. The Passion made me miss our Easter musicals so much. It was just like them except with better effects and...man alive, I miss those times. Especially the singing and the dancing and the robe costumes. And the sheep and donkey and doves and just all around goodness. Weeping, laughing, screaming, running, getting run over by carts, leaving my sandals on the stage and sneaking on stage during the service on Sunday to get them. And then the Roman centurions with their stashes of candy in the money pouches and coming into the crowd before the musical started to arrest people. I was so scared of them, but it was good fun. Why did they have to take it away from me?? I memorized every single song in every single one of those that I was in and I can still sing them (with prompting from music). THAT is how wonderful it was. And then there was the makeup. Basically coating us with orange make-up, bright lipstick and eye goop. And then walking around among the audience after. Perhaps I am cut out for performance after all. It's a lot easier to act once you're in costume. And I've only just realized how much I miss it. The last time I did it I think was the year I was doing the 'quartet' and I got to dance with Jesus. And then later we had the giant circle Hebrew like dancing. I cry at the sadness of no longer having Easter musicals. Well, if you count "The Gospel of John" from last year then we did have one recently, but our old ones were fathoms better. At least the people in it actually believed in what they were portraying. And they were just so much better. We would have started rehearsing last month if we were doing one this year. The sadness of it all. Goodbye. :: sniff ::

Well, now not only do I know when I will die, I also know that I will be married before July 27th, 2007. What excitement. That means there is the possibility that I will be married for up to 58 years. That's dece. Hopefully the guy is interesting. Preferably spontaneous. I dislike the way I keep talking about these things. It's not like my self-esteem is high enough to survive if I keep talking about it. I resolve now that the only thing to look forward to is England and Scotland. After that who knows, but preferably I'll be in some 3rd world country where the people are too worried about other stuff to care what I look like. Then I won't have to care what I look like anymore either and I can actually concentrate on doing useful things instead of being ridiculously shallow and caring WAY too much about what I look like. Honestly, I disgust myself.
Moulin Rouge rocks. Just singing at the top of my lungs to the beauty that is the soundtrack (Especially Roxanne, that song ROCKS. And Come What May. What the heck, they're all fabulous.) could cheer me up if I let it. Unfortunately, I seem to dwell on things that deserve not dwelling on so I can't cheer up.
"It's more than I can stand! Whyyyyyyyy does my heart cry??? Feelings I can't fight!" *Ahem* Excuse that little outburst. I tend to do that a lot when I get hysterical. Music gives me hope. Which is too bad. Cuz hope doesn't help anything. I need to start listening to my depressing music again. That'll definitely make me feel better. This whole playing cheerful music when I'm even slighlty uncheerful is detrimental to my mental stability. Yes, I DO actually have a bit of mental stability. It just doesn't come out very often. Right now, I really should be pretending that I'm cheerful. The general public accepts that more. It's made me a very good actress actually. Which could be good. Maybe I'll be an actress. No, that wouldn't go over too well either.
Christie decided yesterday that she might come visit me at the end of March next year. That'd be cool, we could go to Scotland and Ireland. Awesomness. The more visitors the better I always say. Or don't always say. But I say it now. THE MORE VISITORS THE BETTER. So start saving up that money my friends. Perhaps I can make a deal with you too. I'll pay for your ticket if you pay for mine. ;) Anyway, as I know my long rambles are not particularly appreciated, I shall go now. Goodbye. :)

Sooooooooo, the stories are true. All passport photos are horrible. I mean, the ones I got are even worse than the picture on my license and I thought THAT one was bad. But mom said my passport pictures are really good. If that's actually what I look like...seriously, my beliefs of myself being purely hideous are SO true. And I sort of got shoes today. I found the ones I want but they only have size 10 so, since my feet are not QUITE that huge, they had to order my size from Mill Woods or something. Yay, by Friday I'll finally have shoes that aren't falling apart. Hopefully. Why are the shoes that I want NEVER available in my size????????? It's not like my feet are abnormal, I guess I just like what everyone else likes. Stupid that. I'd rather be unique. And I'm getting my passport on Friday. Actually, I'm not getting it then I'm just applying for it then. I was really hoping the passport pics would be in black and white but they're in colour and I wouldn't be surprised if they reject my application due to the fact that I look like someone who's got a gun under their coat. Seriously. But hey, we get Friday off so rock on.
I hate being sensitive, although it *may* be good for other people, it certainly doesn't do any good for me. It does BAD. (Yes, I realize that was improper grammar or something.) Well, not bad, just horribly painful. ANYWAY.
I've decided that instead of studying for everything like I should, I'm going to watch a movie tonight. I dunno which one but not caring about school and dropping everything gets more appealing everyday so I'll skip the studying for today.

I thought this one was interesting. I have about 61 years left in my life according to Spark.com.
"I'm afraid we have some bad news. Please, you might want to stay seated."
Mark your calendar or Palm V. You can expect to die on:
March 15, 2065
at the age of 78 years old.
On that date you will most likely die from:
Cancer (37%)
Drowning (11%)
Homicide (7%)
Alien Abduction (7%)
Third Degree Burns (6%)
Contagious Disease (6%)
Horrible Accident (5%)

My license came in the mail today. The wavy name and birthday is cool. The picture is pretty bad, but admittedly it IS better than the one on my learners. That was a bad time. But now I have my license and in 2 months (I realized today that my birthday is in EXACTLY 2 months, minus about 7 hours) I can get an international one and then I can drive anywhere I want to. Muahahahahaha!
Lo man has convinced (she had no part in convincing me except that she had some that I didn't do before, so blame her not) me to add more: This has been censored for unappropriate language that I wish not to be present here. Suck it up, I only ever swear at the vacuum cleaner.

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Ummmmmmmmmmmmm? I really hope that last one doesn't mean something too...unpleasant.

Question of the day: Is it possible to be afraid of something you don't believe in? I'm inclined to believe it's not possible, but there's most likely some deep reason out there to totally prove me wrong. So I'll see what y'all think first.
I just spent 8 and a half hours working on my IA. And I have nothing to show for all my time except for a crappy 4 page ramble. It's horrible you guys. Mr. Ross is going to hate it. I only have 9 sources, they're all outdated except for one. I totally didn't cover all the stuff that I needed to. I talked about 3 things in my analysis and there were at least 5 that I should have talked about. But I guess that's what they get for limiting my words so much. As it is I have 2040 words for a 1500-2000 word paper. I guess that's not too bad, but still. I really should have more in there cuz it really doesn't state everything that should be stated. It's pure CRAP. All I can say is at least I'm fully knowledgeable about Czechoslovakia between 1945-1948 now. I really really pity Mr. Ross right now, he's going to die of boredom and absolute awe that someone with such crappy writing skills could wangle themselves in IB. Seriously guys, I was thinking of putting in a footnote about apologizing profusely for the pain he has to suffer reading my papers. Well, at least now he can add an example of what NOT to do for a History IA to his wall. So I can't say nothing good will come of this. But you guys, this dumb thing is finally done, even if it is just the rough draft. This means I have time to do OTHER homework again! What a nerd I am. But, I had three tests last week and I think my total studying time way maybe 2 hours, 3 at the most. No wonder I suck at everyhing. Maybe I should try harder. Maybe I should go to bed. I'm looking foreward to this six hour sleep I'm going to get. Actually, I think it'd work better just to stay up all night. That way I don't have to drag myself out of bed in the morning and prepare for a horrible day, I can just sit and be lazy and do nothing. But to sleep perchance to dream is what I say. And aye, there's not the rub because dreaming, my friends, is what I live for. Not really, but it makes for a nice break. At least in my dreams I can do what I want and say what I want and *ahem* fall madly in love with who I want. Except usually my dreams involve several gender changes, running away and quite consistently getting bombed by someone. No idea who's chasing me or bombing me, but it's always great cuz I can run faster than the cars. In fact, just a little while ago I dreamt I was in London and all of a sudden these troops came in and took us to a concentration camp. I, of course, thought up a bajillion ways of escape and they always work excpet I'm seriously a moron cuz I always went back. Of course, then I suck up to the guards and they let me go anyway. So then I think I waited for the bus at 'The Leaky Cauldron' except suddenly I was at a rocket launch pad and we were going to some planet and it really reminded me of Star Wars. My room was really cool on that planet though. Although I don't understand why I had a room there, it was a giant bank. The whole planet was a bank, it was wierd. But that's dreams for you. I actually like those dreams. The only ones I don't like are the one's that show my friends changing (always changing in a bad way). Those ones always kill me and then usually I'm in a bad mood for at least day afterward cuz I think they've actually changed and so I get mad at them for doing so. It's kindof dumb really, if they do change it's not like getting mad at them is going to make a difference. It's dreadful. ANYWAY. Goodnight. :)

A brochure thinger came in the mail recently. It's about Britain (you probably all got this in tha mail too, so just a warning, if you read it through and through like I did, this will be pretty repetitive). So yeh, it's awesome and now I know what the London Eye is besides a giant circle strung with lights that looks like a mondo ferris wheel. So Lo man, that place in Exile with the octagonal 'stepping stones' that looks like a picture you saw somewhere looks like the place that is called the Giant's Causeway (a World Heritage Site) which is in Northern Ireland. Rock on, hey? Did you already know that? Well, now you know again. Also in Ireland that is fabulous in the brochure is Kilchurn Castle in the fog. Rock on misty castle ruins. And then there's also Dunluce Castle which is spectacularly mossy and beautiful. And THEN there's the beautiful walled garden of Hever castle in Southeast England and, let's see 'Normanton Church' on Rutland Water and Anne Hathaway's cottage (which, by the way, I went to the replica of in BC or somewhere and I got to be the girl sitting on the courting bench, rock on to that too). And then there's Cambridge which is just gorgeous all around. CUMBRIA! BEAUTY! Man alive, I'm soooooooooo going there some weekend. It's gonna be just north of where I am so that'll be totally awesome. Then there's the page about Scotland and, as we all know, I don't really have to mention what specific things rock there because the whole thing is just the epitomy of fabulousness. K, so then we get to the Wales page (the book says 'Wales has action' so it's gotta be good) and there's this awesome castle called Caerphilly Castle (which reminds me of Caer Paravel, maybe it's a parallel world and they're really the same castle?) and it's all snow covered and ruinous, although not as ruinous as the Irish ones seemed. But it has a bridge so that...it just all rocks guys. AND THAT"S THE LAST PAGE. How sad. What say you we look at it again? Well, on the first page...Anyway, that was a nice refresher course in some of the tourist traps of the UK. It's all rockinleedoodle. And the not famous stuff is probably even better so WHO'S UP FOR COMING WITH ME??? Eh? Come oooooooon, I know you all want to. And just because you're going to be poor university students is no excuse for not being able to come visit me. And hey, I've made a new plan for staying in Britland. So here it is; when we go work in 'outlying villages and towns' I'll do SUCH a good job that someone will offer me a permanent poition with good pay and including room and board. And I'll say, 'why of course!' And then they'll say 'oh, and we forgot to mention, another perk of this job is that you can utilize our cave in the Scottish highlands as a getaway whenever you feel you need a holiday. It's fully furnished with mammoth-skin rugs, highland apparel, primitive instruments and tools, and an ice cold river with built in waterfall for all your bathing, swimming and death jump needs. All you need to know is how to use a bow and arrow and how to start a fire so you can fend for yourself and consequently we offer a course in those areas as a development course for this job. ' And then I'll stand there in awe like a dead fish (yes, I know they don't stand AND they don't tend to be in awe, especially when they're dead. But it's the expression I'm talking about here guys. Gaping mouth, wide eyes. You get the picture.). ANYWAY, that is my new plan. So far it's the most realistic of them all, cuz frankly, what Scottish rich hot guy is gonna fall in love with me. None, so this plan I'd say is much better. Yes indeed. OK, now that I've written pretty much the whole length of my IA in rambling nonsense I better actually go write it. Have a jolly good day everyone! :D

You're The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!

by C.S. Lewis

You were just looking for some decent clothes when everything changed
quite dramatically. For the better or for the worse, it is still hard to tell. Now it
seems like winter will never end and you feel cursed. Soon there will be an epic
struggle between two forces in your life and you are very concerned about a betrayal
that could turn the balance. If this makes it sound like you're re-enacting Christian
theological events, that may or may not be coincidence. When in doubt, put your trust
in zoo animals.


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So I should've been working on my IA. It's trying to take over my life but I REFUSE to allow that. So I did this absolutely fascinating jumble of name generating instead.

When I was babysitting yesterday the mom ordered pizza. And it was delivered. By a guy. And this guy was gorgeous. In the extreme. He was like, mascara boy except slightly older and much more beautiful. And I was just standing there in awe while la mama payed. And then when she was digging around in her purse he looked at me and smiled for like, a long time. Oh it was beautiful. He looked so gorgeous and innocent and nice and...wow. It was love at first sight I tell you. Except not cuz I'm not that shallow. But it was awesome. Mmmmmmmm, hot guys who take the time to smile at not hot girls. And it didn't seem like a sympathetic 'it's so sad you're hideous' smile either. It was like, genuine. Now that is some good people skills my friends.
Ok, that was a long ramble about stuff. And that's all I'm gonna say cuz now I have to have a shower and then work on my dumb IA of pure horridiosity. So have a lovely day all y'all and poiaps see you laterz. :D

P.S. Ma and Pa are discussing my driving to the waterpark tomorrow soon. If they let me I'll still drive unless no one wants to come with me, then I won't drive. And we'll all mush into Lo's car.

Heeeeeeeeeey, I really have nothing to say but I feel like rambling on anyway, so here goes.
I wonder why those empty picture albums have been sitting here since November. They really are lovely and wasted at the moment. It's so very tragic. :: sniff ::
I have to go deliver my flyers in 15 minutes. Then I get to babysit. What an exciting Friday. But babysitting is fun so that's ok.
I'm going to FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL my IA. But it's crappy IB so who cares. Although the stress will most likely eat away at me. Actually, I've just burst into flame. Now we know spontaneous combustion is possible. Let's do an experiment sometime. But first I think I'd better go extinguish myself, excuse me. Mmmmm, water.
I should get my passport one of these days. I think I'm getting the photos sometime next week when I go shoe shopping. My shoes are falling apart. It's sad.
I resign, what's the purpose in trying. I hope I never have homework again. Futile wishes.
I really don't wanna deliver my flyers. But I have to or they'll fire me. So I guess I better go. Goodbye.

So, today is a lovely IA free day. That bring me sufficient joy. :D I just have tons of other homework but hey, it all deserves to die so maybe I'll just skip it all.
My mom says she knows your neighbours Lou, I have no idea how she knows they're your neighbours, but apparently she does.
I don't want to do this crappy Bio but I hafta finish it before 8 so I have at least 3 hours to study. Yeehaw. So, have a lovely evening everyone. My insurance is fixed, I can drive now...compwetewy awone. (You'll have to think in Moulin Rouge mode to get that, for some of you Moulin Rouge mode is always so you will have no trouble.) Dang, now I wanna watch Moulin Rouge. Well, g'bye all y'all. :)

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Hopeless

It's official; I'm going to fail my History IA. I should just give up now, at least that way Mr.Ross won't have to have a nervy b trying to help me make my paper readable. Seriously, he may just start crying it's so horrible. Oh the pain. And then there are all these books...I'm NEVER going to get through all of this. But, as Daniel Bedingfield would say, "I gotta get through this." At least my source list is good. Not like I've actually checked to see if any of them have useful info in them yet. I have so far read 3 pages in one of the books and the only thing I've retained is the story about the Carp and the Pike. The Soviet Union is the Pike and the Carp is Czechoslovakia. Wow, the excitement. Anyway, I really should be continuing along on my paper writing. I'm never going to finish. This is CRAP. I could ask my Czechoslovakian cousin, he may have a useful opinion on the matter. And I could ask my German by way of Poland uncle and my Japanese uncle and Ukrainian grandpa. The possibilities for international opinion are really limitless with my family. Except for Scottish, there isn't any of that which is pure evility. Anyway, I must go attempt to get SOMETHING done on this paper tonight. Goodbye, have a wonderful evening. :D
"...and all of your ways, all you dream..."

Check out the updated Capernwray page guys. Just think. This time next year, I will be living in that gorgeous place. This rocks. And overshadows all the stress of the months to come. :D