Or at least that is what I am supposed to call it. My vacation starts today, at precisely (ish) 12 :30pm I am going to be boarding a ferry to Vancouver. From there, I will be driven to my grandmothers. (sidenote: MY PUPPY WAS BORN TODAY!!!) then, on tuesday, my uncle will arrive, and take me to strathmore, in Alberta.. Where we will be camping for two weeks before going to Texas or something like that....
Well, he has had this planned for a month now, and we'd be sleeping in an 18-wheeler big rig, cause that is his job (truck driver) hence the reason we would go to texas for only a couple days.
My other uncle wants me for a week to stay at his house, with my cousins, like I have been doing for the past 2 years.
But then my father wants me for a week-ish, and my grandmother too.
So, my summer is completely booked, a concert in August, and staying at my relatives houses, and now traveling in a big rig around the states.
Woot, everybody wants me... I didn't know I was that amiable.
So, this will probably be my last post until august ish. But I'll try to post whenever I can, who knows, there might be computers at truck stops... probably not though...
Until then, I lead the life of a traveling gypsy.
Adeiu.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
Unconcerned Anger.
Well, I was going to write an angry rant about my fastball team but, by the time I got on the computer, I am not so mad anymore. I'll try my best. Because they still deserve to be yelled at. Even if I don't actually yell at them. It isn't because I'm afraid of them or anything, but they just aren't worth the efort and energy it would take to yell at them...
So, I'll just start at random and work my way through them all.
Nicole:
Fuck off, leave me alone, you stupid cliquey bitch. You can't throw, and that isn't my fault. I didn't teach you. So, please stop complaining that I can't do the spilts to grab the ball, while preventing the runner from being 'safe' on first, as you roll it to me. Learn to throw. Also, when I ask you politely to "please throw higher" and you reply " excuse me?!? I can't ! I am under a lot of stress as a pitcher!" That isn't my fault either, this isn't rep ball, it is just a game, and if you feel that stressed to throw a ball and not hit a batter, then let someone else do it. Lastly, if you have a problem with someone on our team, don't voice it to everyone but that person. I don't need to know that you think Jess is some skanky whore.
Liz/Vi: This is to both of you. Because you are twins, and I can't tell you apart all that well. Also, you both piss me off in the same way. STOP OVERTHROWING. You both say you've been playing for 11 years. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but with time aren't you supposed to get better at a sport? I've played for 3 years and can, not only throw faster, but accurately. Another thing, because there is two of you and this is going to take a while, LEAVE ME ALONE! Just because one of you has played rep, (don't know which, don't care) doesn't mean you can tell me or any of our other team members how to play our positions. The least amount on our team for experience is 2 years. 2 years of playing, and you think we don't know how? and don't get me wrong, thinking that they are just helping, being kind and such, and Alicia is overreacting. Because I'm not. When I am told to "Move 3 feet to the left now, and by the way, that ball was yours" when I am already too far from my position to move 3 feet the wrong way, and the previous ball was hit right to someone else, who decided to just stand there and not do anything...that doesn't make the ball mine.
example: (this happened today) Everyone knows how a baseball diamond is set up right? Well, the ball was hit to second, the second baseman actually, and I am in right field, so, that is a pretty far distance for the ball to be mine.
Jess: First of all, my name isn't Alyssa. We've been on the same team for three months now, and you can't remember my name? That is pathetic. Just because you are the coaches daughter doesn't give you free reign to think whatever, and say whatever you want about our team or teammates. When you go up to the other team, our competition and tell them who bats left, (me, well I bat both) who swings outside, how our pitchers throw, and how our players throw, something isn't right. Your goal isn't to sabotage our team. They are supposed to find out our strengths and weaknesses on their own... that is sorta the point. Learn to throw as well. A baseball is not a shotput. you aren't supposed to push the ball forward. Have a little enthusiasm or leave the team. Don't just sit there, (actually sitting) on third base, WHEN YOU ARE A RUNNER! Fucking twit.
Kristy:
Stop throwing sidearm. I can understand if that is the only way you know how, but at least throw accurately. And, if you have a problem with something I did, or an opinion, don't go get nicole to tell me. Do it yourself. It isn't like I'm going to go "FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOUR SUCH A LOSER ! LEAVE ME ALONE" although I might think parts of it, I don't make a habit of telling people things that could hurt their feelings, just keep it to myself...I hate that personality trait...being all...I don't know the word...thinking before I speak.
Wow, I am only mad at five out of nine people on my team. Yay, thought it was more. But I barely know Morgan or Megan.
One thing that was humourous that happened today. Darcy stood up for me, although I didn't need her too.
Explaination: Darcy : 4ft. Jess: 6 ft.
Jess called me Alyssa, and I was already pissed off about how almost everyone there was telling me what to do, then messing up completely and blaming it on me. So, I wasn't that nice when I replied "My name isn't Alyssa, get it correct, you've known me how long?" While walking onto the field, and it isn't like she just said it once, and slipped up, I was ignoring her, because she wasn't technically calling me, so she repeated it about 3 times. Anyways, while walking onto the field, after replying Darcy pipes up and goes "Yeah, its Alicia, not Alyssa. Dumbass!" Loud enough for all of our team, all of their team, and everyone watching to hear. Yay, slider and her moxy.
Of course after that she had to tackle me... It's a ritual, she attacks me with either her glove or her, and I chase her until she falls from screaming/laughing. then tackle her and tickle her of course.
I go to school with her, or I did, and will in september so our relationship is different with each other then with any other person on the team...
On a last note ( I can't believe you read all of this)
I might go to the States for the summer. With my uncle. In an 18-wheeler. Yay. But that means, I miss having my birthday with my mom, and celebrating other friend's birthdays that are in the summer. Plus just hanging out and going to the beach everyday, but you know, hanging with my uncle, touring all of the states outweighs something I can do on the weekends when school starts.
So, I'll just start at random and work my way through them all.
Nicole:
Fuck off, leave me alone, you stupid cliquey bitch. You can't throw, and that isn't my fault. I didn't teach you. So, please stop complaining that I can't do the spilts to grab the ball, while preventing the runner from being 'safe' on first, as you roll it to me. Learn to throw. Also, when I ask you politely to "please throw higher" and you reply " excuse me?!? I can't ! I am under a lot of stress as a pitcher!" That isn't my fault either, this isn't rep ball, it is just a game, and if you feel that stressed to throw a ball and not hit a batter, then let someone else do it. Lastly, if you have a problem with someone on our team, don't voice it to everyone but that person. I don't need to know that you think Jess is some skanky whore.
Liz/Vi: This is to both of you. Because you are twins, and I can't tell you apart all that well. Also, you both piss me off in the same way. STOP OVERTHROWING. You both say you've been playing for 11 years. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but with time aren't you supposed to get better at a sport? I've played for 3 years and can, not only throw faster, but accurately. Another thing, because there is two of you and this is going to take a while, LEAVE ME ALONE! Just because one of you has played rep, (don't know which, don't care) doesn't mean you can tell me or any of our other team members how to play our positions. The least amount on our team for experience is 2 years. 2 years of playing, and you think we don't know how? and don't get me wrong, thinking that they are just helping, being kind and such, and Alicia is overreacting. Because I'm not. When I am told to "Move 3 feet to the left now, and by the way, that ball was yours" when I am already too far from my position to move 3 feet the wrong way, and the previous ball was hit right to someone else, who decided to just stand there and not do anything...that doesn't make the ball mine.
example: (this happened today) Everyone knows how a baseball diamond is set up right? Well, the ball was hit to second, the second baseman actually, and I am in right field, so, that is a pretty far distance for the ball to be mine.
Jess: First of all, my name isn't Alyssa. We've been on the same team for three months now, and you can't remember my name? That is pathetic. Just because you are the coaches daughter doesn't give you free reign to think whatever, and say whatever you want about our team or teammates. When you go up to the other team, our competition and tell them who bats left, (me, well I bat both) who swings outside, how our pitchers throw, and how our players throw, something isn't right. Your goal isn't to sabotage our team. They are supposed to find out our strengths and weaknesses on their own... that is sorta the point. Learn to throw as well. A baseball is not a shotput. you aren't supposed to push the ball forward. Have a little enthusiasm or leave the team. Don't just sit there, (actually sitting) on third base, WHEN YOU ARE A RUNNER! Fucking twit.
Kristy:
Stop throwing sidearm. I can understand if that is the only way you know how, but at least throw accurately. And, if you have a problem with something I did, or an opinion, don't go get nicole to tell me. Do it yourself. It isn't like I'm going to go "FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING BITCH, YOUR SUCH A LOSER ! LEAVE ME ALONE" although I might think parts of it, I don't make a habit of telling people things that could hurt their feelings, just keep it to myself...I hate that personality trait...being all...I don't know the word...thinking before I speak.
Wow, I am only mad at five out of nine people on my team. Yay, thought it was more. But I barely know Morgan or Megan.
One thing that was humourous that happened today. Darcy stood up for me, although I didn't need her too.
Explaination: Darcy : 4ft. Jess: 6 ft.
Jess called me Alyssa, and I was already pissed off about how almost everyone there was telling me what to do, then messing up completely and blaming it on me. So, I wasn't that nice when I replied "My name isn't Alyssa, get it correct, you've known me how long?" While walking onto the field, and it isn't like she just said it once, and slipped up, I was ignoring her, because she wasn't technically calling me, so she repeated it about 3 times. Anyways, while walking onto the field, after replying Darcy pipes up and goes "Yeah, its Alicia, not Alyssa. Dumbass!" Loud enough for all of our team, all of their team, and everyone watching to hear. Yay, slider and her moxy.
Of course after that she had to tackle me... It's a ritual, she attacks me with either her glove or her, and I chase her until she falls from screaming/laughing. then tackle her and tickle her of course.
I go to school with her, or I did, and will in september so our relationship is different with each other then with any other person on the team...
On a last note ( I can't believe you read all of this)
I might go to the States for the summer. With my uncle. In an 18-wheeler. Yay. But that means, I miss having my birthday with my mom, and celebrating other friend's birthdays that are in the summer. Plus just hanging out and going to the beach everyday, but you know, hanging with my uncle, touring all of the states outweighs something I can do on the weekends when school starts.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Midnight Collaborations
Which is a series of short stories that Alicia And Cassi (Bob and George) have written, or at least, Alicia wrote them when Cassi was in the room. She came up with one title, and Cody came up with the other.....concluding that we only have two so far...but there will be more
The engine that could…. POLEDANCE
By Bob and George….or the pickle and the cracker, or Alicia and Cassi
Midnight Collaborations
There once was a car that was depressed. He had no job, no life, and a hot diesel engine. All the female cars loved his engine, but he got none when they saw that he used gas from Shell. All the female cars were Chevron girls. One night, he pulled into the Chevron, knowing he couldn’t afford their unleaded gas, but trying to score some female engines. Upon shutting off his motor, he saw an engine stripper bar out of the corner of his headlight. His engine magically turning on (cause he can control his bodily functions) he turned swiftly outta the parking lot, causing his tires to squeal with the enjoyment of a 28 second car ride. Yes, 28, not just 8…cause there was traffic. The only requirement to get into this bar was that the engine must be outta the car (you know, where they take cars and strip em down and sell the parts? That’s where he is) By the way, this car’s name is …… Figaro. So, he got some help and took his engine outta his body, thoroughly enjoying the people hands taking him out of his shell. When he had been clunked down rather roughly into a chair, that wasn’t really a chair at all, but a cardboard box, he realized that there was a pole 2 feet from him (so American!) and slid (oil spill made it easier) towards it, humming a song from the car pron he watched the other day…yes, pron, not porn, though they mean the same thing. Trying to remember how Hilary Duff poledanced in her most recent video, he imitated it, humming all the while…. Then KAZOAMOT the human hands roughly picked him up, put him back in the cardboard box that was posing as a chair, and closed the flaps…. Thus ending his experience as a poledancer.
The moral of the story is: If you want all of the girls, go to Chevron. Or a street corner in the red light district.
And the other one:
The story of the cracker and the pickle
By Alicia and Cassi. But mostly Bob.
The midnight collaboration group
There once was a cracker named George. It had a best friend, named bob, who was coincidently a pickle. Now, Bob should be capitalized, because she is more important, but, oh well. Back to the story. One day, George was sitting in that little plastic baggy with all the other crackers when KAZAM she was lifted out of her fellow crackers, and put on a plate. The same thing miraculously happened with BOB but, it was in a pickle jar, and the fridge, not the cupboard, which wasn’t mentioned, but still there. See, all of BOB’s letters deserve to be capitalized. Because she is just that important, and writing the story. On this plate, there was another cracker, which was George’s secret other best friend, but BOB refuses to admit that. Along with that OTHER cracker, there was a piece of cheese, all orange, and cheesy. Of course, being cheese, it was making cheesy remarks, like hallmark cards. Then, this huge human-ish (I think it was a boy, they aren’t human) hand comes down and picks up the cheese, placing him overtop of George (Ack, poor George and her uncomfortably cheesiness) After that was done, he pick s up BOB and places her on the cheesy cheese meister. BOB does not like this one bit, and goes to voice her concerns, when she realizes she doesn’t know how to speak, nor does she have a mouth…And then….The OTHER best friend (cracker!) is placed on top of BOB…. ANGER ANGER ANGER….
The now bunched together group of misfits is lifted in the air, and BOB slides out, only to sense (cause she ain’t got no eyes or ears) that George, the cheesy cheese meister and the OTHER cracker have been eaten…. Laying on the carpet was no fun for BOB, so she tried to get up. But had no legs or arms to help her. So, sadly, a dog ran by and ate her.
The moral of the story is: Random squirrels will kill you with their squirrel sized bats to steal your acorns.
so, there will be more, and yes, I know it isnt midnight, but it is close enough...
plus One Am Collaborations just doesn't sound as cool.
The engine that could…. POLEDANCE
By Bob and George….or the pickle and the cracker, or Alicia and Cassi
Midnight Collaborations
There once was a car that was depressed. He had no job, no life, and a hot diesel engine. All the female cars loved his engine, but he got none when they saw that he used gas from Shell. All the female cars were Chevron girls. One night, he pulled into the Chevron, knowing he couldn’t afford their unleaded gas, but trying to score some female engines. Upon shutting off his motor, he saw an engine stripper bar out of the corner of his headlight. His engine magically turning on (cause he can control his bodily functions) he turned swiftly outta the parking lot, causing his tires to squeal with the enjoyment of a 28 second car ride. Yes, 28, not just 8…cause there was traffic. The only requirement to get into this bar was that the engine must be outta the car (you know, where they take cars and strip em down and sell the parts? That’s where he is) By the way, this car’s name is …… Figaro. So, he got some help and took his engine outta his body, thoroughly enjoying the people hands taking him out of his shell. When he had been clunked down rather roughly into a chair, that wasn’t really a chair at all, but a cardboard box, he realized that there was a pole 2 feet from him (so American!) and slid (oil spill made it easier) towards it, humming a song from the car pron he watched the other day…yes, pron, not porn, though they mean the same thing. Trying to remember how Hilary Duff poledanced in her most recent video, he imitated it, humming all the while…. Then KAZOAMOT the human hands roughly picked him up, put him back in the cardboard box that was posing as a chair, and closed the flaps…. Thus ending his experience as a poledancer.
The moral of the story is: If you want all of the girls, go to Chevron. Or a street corner in the red light district.
And the other one:
The story of the cracker and the pickle
By Alicia and Cassi. But mostly Bob.
The midnight collaboration group
There once was a cracker named George. It had a best friend, named bob, who was coincidently a pickle. Now, Bob should be capitalized, because she is more important, but, oh well. Back to the story. One day, George was sitting in that little plastic baggy with all the other crackers when KAZAM she was lifted out of her fellow crackers, and put on a plate. The same thing miraculously happened with BOB but, it was in a pickle jar, and the fridge, not the cupboard, which wasn’t mentioned, but still there. See, all of BOB’s letters deserve to be capitalized. Because she is just that important, and writing the story. On this plate, there was another cracker, which was George’s secret other best friend, but BOB refuses to admit that. Along with that OTHER cracker, there was a piece of cheese, all orange, and cheesy. Of course, being cheese, it was making cheesy remarks, like hallmark cards. Then, this huge human-ish (I think it was a boy, they aren’t human) hand comes down and picks up the cheese, placing him overtop of George (Ack, poor George and her uncomfortably cheesiness) After that was done, he pick s up BOB and places her on the cheesy cheese meister. BOB does not like this one bit, and goes to voice her concerns, when she realizes she doesn’t know how to speak, nor does she have a mouth…And then….The OTHER best friend (cracker!) is placed on top of BOB…. ANGER ANGER ANGER….
The now bunched together group of misfits is lifted in the air, and BOB slides out, only to sense (cause she ain’t got no eyes or ears) that George, the cheesy cheese meister and the OTHER cracker have been eaten…. Laying on the carpet was no fun for BOB, so she tried to get up. But had no legs or arms to help her. So, sadly, a dog ran by and ate her.
The moral of the story is: Random squirrels will kill you with their squirrel sized bats to steal your acorns.
so, there will be more, and yes, I know it isnt midnight, but it is close enough...
plus One Am Collaborations just doesn't sound as cool.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Alicia's mishaps with the english language.
I'm going to list a couple of umm, missused terms that I missused last night, at 2 am, while trying to remember lyrics with cassi....
1. "It's not the time, it's when!" <-- I meant to say where....
2. "And then the squirrel would get hit by a squirrel" <-- meant to say car...but it lead to an interesting conversation entailing of a squirrel tricking another squirrel into going into the middle of the road, then beating it with a baseball bat (squirrel sized) and running back, as a car came, to steal the now mauled squirrels acorns.
On another note....
I am making a jelly match, which sounds odder then it is. So, I'll explain:
Everyone knows what a match is right? well, you should.
I lit a match to light a candle, which is a jelly candle....(you should know what that is too) and then after I extinguished the match, I moved it around in the melted jelly, then cooled it and repeated...which creates a buildup of this jelly stuff on the match....
Easy peasy lemon squeezy..... just...no...
Has anyone heard the song 'Crazy Frog'? Or, the ringtone, which was what it was originally. Well, it started in the UK and now is number 1 here.
May I remind you it is a techno song... 0.o
I guess people really love them techno beatz....
Was going to go swimming today, in the ocean none the less....with the sea life (ergh) but, the tide was too low, and everything was all gross and such... so, I didn't.
I still have to see Napoleon Dynamite, I just remembered that....
Wow, this post is more discombobulated then usual... oh well...
@% $^(&
I hate you sometimes.
1. "It's not the time, it's when!" <-- I meant to say where....
2. "And then the squirrel would get hit by a squirrel" <-- meant to say car...but it lead to an interesting conversation entailing of a squirrel tricking another squirrel into going into the middle of the road, then beating it with a baseball bat (squirrel sized) and running back, as a car came, to steal the now mauled squirrels acorns.
On another note....
I am making a jelly match, which sounds odder then it is. So, I'll explain:
Everyone knows what a match is right? well, you should.
I lit a match to light a candle, which is a jelly candle....(you should know what that is too) and then after I extinguished the match, I moved it around in the melted jelly, then cooled it and repeated...which creates a buildup of this jelly stuff on the match....
Easy peasy lemon squeezy..... just...no...
Has anyone heard the song 'Crazy Frog'? Or, the ringtone, which was what it was originally. Well, it started in the UK and now is number 1 here.
May I remind you it is a techno song... 0.o
I guess people really love them techno beatz....
Was going to go swimming today, in the ocean none the less....with the sea life (ergh) but, the tide was too low, and everything was all gross and such... so, I didn't.
I still have to see Napoleon Dynamite, I just remembered that....
Wow, this post is more discombobulated then usual... oh well...
@% $^(&
I hate you sometimes.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Cousin-ish Stupidity.
Ok, so besides the bleeding of my leg, nothing is all that wrong in my life right at this current second.
but of course, there is the usual masks or illusions and whatnot that I seem to harbour, but that is another story.
Today was amusing. Well, maybe I should start at the beginning.... which was last night.
We were having a family friend's get together. Which is where a bunch of people that are friends of the family come over. So, it was myself and my mother, lance, dave, jason and paul. Jason is my age...wait.... 8-10 months younger.
Anyways, they all decided to crash here. Well, all but lance. So, dave slept in the office, and paul and jason slept on the couch.
Then this morning, everyone was outside doing house work and such, then my mom made hamburgers for lunch, on the barbeque. and not those store bought, half pig half who knows what ones either. But, she tends to overload them with stuff. Onions, cheese, spices, garlic... that is IN the burgers, not on them.
Then, I (with help from his dad and my mom) got Jason to go to the beach with me.
When there, we tried (succeeded eventually) to catch a snake, threw rocks in the water, and picked starfish off the rocks. While climbing the cliffs of course.
Anyways, we climb this one cliff, and there is a cove on the other side, a mini cove. and there is an opening in the rocks under the water. Well, he decides he wants to go swimming, and is all "well, yeah, well no" Anyways, I convince him to jump in, then start talking about sharks, and whales and otters and seals and man eating fish (which were the reasons he didn't want to jump into the ocean).....
My help in his fear was quite entertaining!
but of course, there is the usual masks or illusions and whatnot that I seem to harbour, but that is another story.
Today was amusing. Well, maybe I should start at the beginning.... which was last night.
We were having a family friend's get together. Which is where a bunch of people that are friends of the family come over. So, it was myself and my mother, lance, dave, jason and paul. Jason is my age...wait.... 8-10 months younger.
Anyways, they all decided to crash here. Well, all but lance. So, dave slept in the office, and paul and jason slept on the couch.
Then this morning, everyone was outside doing house work and such, then my mom made hamburgers for lunch, on the barbeque. and not those store bought, half pig half who knows what ones either. But, she tends to overload them with stuff. Onions, cheese, spices, garlic... that is IN the burgers, not on them.
Then, I (with help from his dad and my mom) got Jason to go to the beach with me.
When there, we tried (succeeded eventually) to catch a snake, threw rocks in the water, and picked starfish off the rocks. While climbing the cliffs of course.
Anyways, we climb this one cliff, and there is a cove on the other side, a mini cove. and there is an opening in the rocks under the water. Well, he decides he wants to go swimming, and is all "well, yeah, well no" Anyways, I convince him to jump in, then start talking about sharks, and whales and otters and seals and man eating fish (which were the reasons he didn't want to jump into the ocean).....
My help in his fear was quite entertaining!
Friday, June 17, 2005
Some other poetry.
Limpid pools of inky tears
She's been hurt throughout the years
another tear falls down her cheek
making her feel small and meek
another tear falls, adding to her fears
her mind like clockwork, but with broken gears
Whats in her past, is buried deep
Beneath secrets she must keep
Her emotions, she hides them well
Only in the clearest of minds can someone tell
Whether they see a mask or what is hidden underneath
Many decieved, an illusion shown to them that they accept
But one that few will forget.
So, I began this poem thinking of a friend, and in the end sorta thought about myself. I don't want to get into the reasons it evolved into being about me. If you can't see them, then you simply can't see them. Clear as glass.
Well, my emotion quota is filled for the current moment. A couple last comments and I shall end this post with my now normal "Adieu".
If I forget about it, will it go away?
If I get over it, will it then?
Do I really want it to?
Or just succumb to the feeling of confusion?
According to my friend, I am in an emo period/span of time lately. And spreading the emo? something like that. So, I apologize if this is making you depressed. Or something like that.
This is all your fault.
Adieu.
She's been hurt throughout the years
another tear falls down her cheek
making her feel small and meek
another tear falls, adding to her fears
her mind like clockwork, but with broken gears
Whats in her past, is buried deep
Beneath secrets she must keep
Her emotions, she hides them well
Only in the clearest of minds can someone tell
Whether they see a mask or what is hidden underneath
Many decieved, an illusion shown to them that they accept
But one that few will forget.
So, I began this poem thinking of a friend, and in the end sorta thought about myself. I don't want to get into the reasons it evolved into being about me. If you can't see them, then you simply can't see them. Clear as glass.
Well, my emotion quota is filled for the current moment. A couple last comments and I shall end this post with my now normal "Adieu".
If I forget about it, will it go away?
If I get over it, will it then?
Do I really want it to?
Or just succumb to the feeling of confusion?
According to my friend, I am in an emo period/span of time lately. And spreading the emo? something like that. So, I apologize if this is making you depressed. Or something like that.
This is all your fault.
Adieu.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Poems and Such part whatever
Ok, so we're doing this poetry unit in english, or we were. It lasted about 3 days. But anyways, we were assigned this project of a mini dictionary of poetry words and such.
So, now I am all in a poetic mood.
Going to put down some poems I wrote and some poems others wrote.
This one is stupid, but it follows the rules that were set down
A petal sits among the brush
having dropped from a flower
to rest for eternity
forever decomposing
By me!! ack, I don't like it. Now, onto some good poetry.
THE TIME MACHINE
There's a time machine inside your mind,
To this time and space not confined;
Return to the past,
Destinations are vast,
Or fast forward to see what you find.
Re-experience moments you prized,
The delights of your life scrutinized;
Scenic beauty recaptured,
Again you're enraptured,
In your time machine all this reprised.
Full control of your life with your brain,
See things that no longer remain;
Events can be changed,
Some results rearranged,
You can be a young child once again.
Plan a trip to before you were born,
See the Earth on the very first morn;
No borders for nations,
No thought limitations,
Imagine the perfect sojourn.
Why not create a past life or two?
There is nothing your mind cannot do;
Dream up some dreams,
Go to any extremes,
Climb a mountain peak near Kathmandu.
On the trips to the future take care,
You may not like what you see there;
Be aware if you venture,
I don't want your censure,
The world will be different - - beware!
Joel D. Ash.
That is a series of limericks!
Oh, and you know how I said I was going to sleep in my earlier post? well I did, until 6 or 7 pm. Guess I needed it :P
So, now I am all in a poetic mood.
Going to put down some poems I wrote and some poems others wrote.
This one is stupid, but it follows the rules that were set down
A petal sits among the brush
having dropped from a flower
to rest for eternity
forever decomposing
By me!! ack, I don't like it. Now, onto some good poetry.
THE TIME MACHINE
There's a time machine inside your mind,
To this time and space not confined;
Return to the past,
Destinations are vast,
Or fast forward to see what you find.
Re-experience moments you prized,
The delights of your life scrutinized;
Scenic beauty recaptured,
Again you're enraptured,
In your time machine all this reprised.
Full control of your life with your brain,
See things that no longer remain;
Events can be changed,
Some results rearranged,
You can be a young child once again.
Plan a trip to before you were born,
See the Earth on the very first morn;
No borders for nations,
No thought limitations,
Imagine the perfect sojourn.
Why not create a past life or two?
There is nothing your mind cannot do;
Dream up some dreams,
Go to any extremes,
Climb a mountain peak near Kathmandu.
On the trips to the future take care,
You may not like what you see there;
Be aware if you venture,
I don't want your censure,
The world will be different - - beware!
Joel D. Ash.
That is a series of limericks!
Oh, and you know how I said I was going to sleep in my earlier post? well I did, until 6 or 7 pm. Guess I needed it :P
Earlier then usual
So, if you look at the usual times I post, you will notice, (or at least now that I said it you will) that this post is way earlier then usual. Minus weekends~
I am at home, instead of at school. Basically all the reasons sum up to me not feeling well.
I don't feel like explaining all the reasons though, because I just don't want too. My computer keeps beeping. What the hell. Maybe it is a bomb 0.o or not. I shoved the computer, it stopped. Maybe that isn't a good sign. Oh well.
So, tomorrow, I have an english exam, and then on monday and tuesday I have science and socials as well as more english. Life is revengful.
My cousin is creeping my friends out. But she means no harm. Telling them that they are sexy/hot/cute or some variation of that.
HAHAHA... I feel bad for them. Getting hit on by a 20 year old. But oh well, admit it, you like the ego boosting.
It is 1:30pm, why isn't anyone online? Oh, right, cause they are all at school. Stupid people trying to be intelligent. It won't work. It just won't.
Ack, I dissected a fish today, at school.
I went to my first to classes, so it isn't like I skipped the whole day, and I have a good reason. So there :P .
Back to the fish though. Mandy and I were the ones that had to cut open the little perch. That is all I did, cut a square out of it so we could see inside of it. Then mandy did the rest. It isn't like I am afraid of dissecting, but I didn't feel good, and the smell of dead fishy wasn't helping. SHE RIPPED ITS MOUTH OFF> seriously, she was all " Fuck the razor blade, its dull, I'll just use my hands" We had gloves on of course. But she was pulling at it's gills and they ripped off, bringing the mouth with it.
When we dissected the stomach, there was a worm in it. And in another perch, there was a baby minnow or something like that, just a little fish :(
Ack, I have to go sleep, maybe I will feel better then.
Erlack and adieu
I am at home, instead of at school. Basically all the reasons sum up to me not feeling well.
I don't feel like explaining all the reasons though, because I just don't want too. My computer keeps beeping. What the hell. Maybe it is a bomb 0.o or not. I shoved the computer, it stopped. Maybe that isn't a good sign. Oh well.
So, tomorrow, I have an english exam, and then on monday and tuesday I have science and socials as well as more english. Life is revengful.
My cousin is creeping my friends out. But she means no harm. Telling them that they are sexy/hot/cute or some variation of that.
HAHAHA... I feel bad for them. Getting hit on by a 20 year old. But oh well, admit it, you like the ego boosting.
It is 1:30pm, why isn't anyone online? Oh, right, cause they are all at school. Stupid people trying to be intelligent. It won't work. It just won't.
Ack, I dissected a fish today, at school.
I went to my first to classes, so it isn't like I skipped the whole day, and I have a good reason. So there :P .
Back to the fish though. Mandy and I were the ones that had to cut open the little perch. That is all I did, cut a square out of it so we could see inside of it. Then mandy did the rest. It isn't like I am afraid of dissecting, but I didn't feel good, and the smell of dead fishy wasn't helping. SHE RIPPED ITS MOUTH OFF> seriously, she was all " Fuck the razor blade, its dull, I'll just use my hands" We had gloves on of course. But she was pulling at it's gills and they ripped off, bringing the mouth with it.
When we dissected the stomach, there was a worm in it. And in another perch, there was a baby minnow or something like that, just a little fish :(
Ack, I have to go sleep, maybe I will feel better then.
Erlack and adieu
Monday, June 13, 2005
New and Improved
As any logical person would know, new and improved can not exist. If it was new, there was nothing before it, but if it was improved, there was something before it.
I've put on a new layout. If you can't see that, you are seriously blind. I'm not sure if I want you reading my blog either. :(o.0):
It is all, writerness looking, and yes, writerness is now a word.
I've finished my homework, and done all my chores. Ouch, never thought that would happen, because I did it without complaining.
I was bribed though. Roast beef and yorkshire pudding with mashed potatoes and such for dinner.
I went and saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith on Saturday night. Booyah. It was all "Explosions and Guns" with you know, backward letters thrown in at random.
I've created a book.. (spooky, she's done it again o.0) Anyways, a group of my friends and myself write in it, in English and Socials. The main writers consist of:
Chelsea
Kara
Myself
Debra
Those are main writers. Other people that have written are:
Ashley
Jasmine
and probably some others that I can't remember. Anyways, in this book, we write about our days, or weekends, or traveling and such. But, what is written in the book, stays in the book. It was one of the rules, so everyone would feel comfortable writing something they usually wouldn't. But then again, you never know if another writer is going to join, so, the writer somewhat has to keep the written message gaurded. Unless it is some totally useless message like kara's.
Kind of like, if you only want one person knowing, don't put it in the book.
Anyways, in english, I put this poem in it that I found in our books. So, of course I am going to post it on here
A poison tree
New topic
Do you know what I've noticed? Of course you don't. Thats why I have to tell everyone in the whole wide world. hah. as if.
back to what I've noticed. I like the dark, outside I can handle it better then inside, and you would think that it would be the other way around, but it isn't. If an when I go camping, and decide to go swimming at night or something (never ever camp where there isn't a body of water) I don't bring a flashlight to guide my way back. It isn't like I am not afraid of bears, or too stupid to realize the danger they can pose if missunderstood actions take place. But, when you are surrounded by a mass of people, all playing loud music, and laughing even louder after a day of sun and beer, there isn't much to be afraid of. Now, leave me alone in my house, (all alone, as in, no one home but myself) and say a power outage happens, I'd go just a little bit skitzo. Yes, I know what skitzo means, I am not using it in the wrong context either! I can not survive without sound. Of somesort, perferably music.
Well, that's what I realized, so... Adieu.
I've put on a new layout. If you can't see that, you are seriously blind. I'm not sure if I want you reading my blog either. :(o.0):
It is all, writerness looking, and yes, writerness is now a word.
I've finished my homework, and done all my chores. Ouch, never thought that would happen, because I did it without complaining.
I was bribed though. Roast beef and yorkshire pudding with mashed potatoes and such for dinner.
I went and saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith on Saturday night. Booyah. It was all "Explosions and Guns" with you know, backward letters thrown in at random.
I've created a book.. (spooky, she's done it again o.0) Anyways, a group of my friends and myself write in it, in English and Socials. The main writers consist of:
Chelsea
Kara
Myself
Debra
Those are main writers. Other people that have written are:
Ashley
Jasmine
and probably some others that I can't remember. Anyways, in this book, we write about our days, or weekends, or traveling and such. But, what is written in the book, stays in the book. It was one of the rules, so everyone would feel comfortable writing something they usually wouldn't. But then again, you never know if another writer is going to join, so, the writer somewhat has to keep the written message gaurded. Unless it is some totally useless message like kara's.
Kind of like, if you only want one person knowing, don't put it in the book.
Anyways, in english, I put this poem in it that I found in our books. So, of course I am going to post it on here
A poison tree
I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow
And I water'd it in fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft beautiful wiles
And it grew both night and day
Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld it's shine
And he knew that it was mine
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree
Bahaha. Wouldn't that be a good way to deal with problems. kill them with apples of hate.
New topic
Do you know what I've noticed? Of course you don't. Thats why I have to tell everyone in the whole wide world. hah. as if.
back to what I've noticed. I like the dark, outside I can handle it better then inside, and you would think that it would be the other way around, but it isn't. If an when I go camping, and decide to go swimming at night or something (never ever camp where there isn't a body of water) I don't bring a flashlight to guide my way back. It isn't like I am not afraid of bears, or too stupid to realize the danger they can pose if missunderstood actions take place. But, when you are surrounded by a mass of people, all playing loud music, and laughing even louder after a day of sun and beer, there isn't much to be afraid of. Now, leave me alone in my house, (all alone, as in, no one home but myself) and say a power outage happens, I'd go just a little bit skitzo. Yes, I know what skitzo means, I am not using it in the wrong context either! I can not survive without sound. Of somesort, perferably music.
Well, that's what I realized, so... Adieu.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
To start things off.
Ok, as the title showed, this first couple of sentences is to start everything going in my blog post.
It's pouring rain right now, and sunny. Such a perfect day! Seriously, I love the rain, and sun. So getting both...magnifique.
Today, I slept till 10am. way too early to get up. But the phone rang, so it woke me up.
I might be going to the movies tonight. To go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. With those people that act in the movie... Angelina Jolie is one of them I think.
Now, to the main chunk of this post. I was taking these random quiz things, because I was bored (naturally). And some of the results struck me as odd. So of course I am going to put them on here.
The first one was a quiz to find out my inner eye (or something like that) and what it said about me... The subjects on these quizzes really make me laugh.
Moonlight
You have moonlight eyes. Moonlight is the color of mystery. Your eyes symbolize your ability to see yourself as others see you. You have finesse for letting other people know what you think. You have a soothing and calming ability that you may or may not know about. You have the awesome ability to draw a person's negative energy out and replace it with a positive energy; the world needs more people like you. Some words to describe you: patient, self-controlled, perseverance, insightful, reflective, understanding, serene, and caring.
I didn't know moonlight took on a colour. Anyways, this next one is what my birthmonth says about me...
July
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying.
That one is right in parts. But of course, please comment what you think they are incorrect in. It amuses me so.
And the last one is how Empathetic I am or something like that...
Your empathy Quotient is extremely high. Individuals in this range are able to recognize the emotions of others very well and understand the underlying motivation behind their actions. You are capable of putting yourself in other people's shoes and seeing their particular perspectives, which is an essential skill for creating satisfying and meaningful human interaction. Your friends and family count on you to understand where they are coming from and this creates a kind of unspoken bond. You are able to get along with people from all different backgrounds and your friend base likely reflects this. You are open-minded when it comes to other's actions - you don't fall victim to making snap judgments. You tend to see both sides of a story and the shades of gray in between, and as a result, are able to give people a sense of perspective when they can't understand a situation. Your high level of empathy likely makes you a magnet to those seeking advice. They know that you are always there to lend an ear and that you have insight into problems and possible solutions. You are very flexible in your thinking and don't resort to dogma when considering the ways of another culture or group of people. Your open-mindedness and ability to empathize are truly outstanding.
So, yea, this is my results from quizzes. three different ones, of course. Now, I don't really know what to say, so Adieu.
It's pouring rain right now, and sunny. Such a perfect day! Seriously, I love the rain, and sun. So getting both...magnifique.
Today, I slept till 10am. way too early to get up. But the phone rang, so it woke me up.
I might be going to the movies tonight. To go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. With those people that act in the movie... Angelina Jolie is one of them I think.
Now, to the main chunk of this post. I was taking these random quiz things, because I was bored (naturally). And some of the results struck me as odd. So of course I am going to put them on here.
The first one was a quiz to find out my inner eye (or something like that) and what it said about me... The subjects on these quizzes really make me laugh.
Moonlight
You have moonlight eyes. Moonlight is the color of mystery. Your eyes symbolize your ability to see yourself as others see you. You have finesse for letting other people know what you think. You have a soothing and calming ability that you may or may not know about. You have the awesome ability to draw a person's negative energy out and replace it with a positive energy; the world needs more people like you. Some words to describe you: patient, self-controlled, perseverance, insightful, reflective, understanding, serene, and caring.
I didn't know moonlight took on a colour. Anyways, this next one is what my birthmonth says about me...
July
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying.
That one is right in parts. But of course, please comment what you think they are incorrect in. It amuses me so.
And the last one is how Empathetic I am or something like that...
Your empathy Quotient is extremely high. Individuals in this range are able to recognize the emotions of others very well and understand the underlying motivation behind their actions. You are capable of putting yourself in other people's shoes and seeing their particular perspectives, which is an essential skill for creating satisfying and meaningful human interaction. Your friends and family count on you to understand where they are coming from and this creates a kind of unspoken bond. You are able to get along with people from all different backgrounds and your friend base likely reflects this. You are open-minded when it comes to other's actions - you don't fall victim to making snap judgments. You tend to see both sides of a story and the shades of gray in between, and as a result, are able to give people a sense of perspective when they can't understand a situation. Your high level of empathy likely makes you a magnet to those seeking advice. They know that you are always there to lend an ear and that you have insight into problems and possible solutions. You are very flexible in your thinking and don't resort to dogma when considering the ways of another culture or group of people. Your open-mindedness and ability to empathize are truly outstanding.
So, yea, this is my results from quizzes. three different ones, of course. Now, I don't really know what to say, so Adieu.
Theme songs and such.
Ok, well I was sitting in my cousins car, spacing out, daydreaming and such. So she gets my attention and makes me listen to a song, telling me it is my theme song. So, seeing as it is my supposed theme song, I will post it on here.
Be warned, it is by Avril Lavigne.
"My World"
Please tell me what is taking place,
Cause I can't seem to find a trace,
Guess it must've got erased somehow,
Probably cause I always forget,
Everytime someone tells me their name,
It's always gotta be the same.
(In my World)
Never wore cover-up,
Always beat the boys up,
Grew up in a 5000 population town,
Made my money by cutting grass,
Got fired by fried chicken ass,
All in a small town,
You know I always stay up without sleepin',
And think to myself,
Where do I belong forever,In whose arms, the time and place?
[Chorus:]Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend?
I'm off again in my World
I never spend less than an hour,
Washin' my hair in the shower,
It always takes 5 hours to make it straight,
So I'll braid it in a zillion braids,
Though it may take all friggen day,
There's nothin' else better to do anyway.
When you're all alone in the lands of forever,
Lay under the milky way,
On and on it's getting too late out,
I'm not in love this time this night.
[Chorus:]Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend?
I'm off again in my World
(la la la la)
Take some time,
Mellow out,
Party up,
But don't fall down,
Don't get caught,
Sneak out of the house.
[Chorus:]Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend?
I'm off again in my World
So your thoughts, those that comment, do you think she had a point in saying it was my theme song?
Be warned, it is by Avril Lavigne.
"My World"
Please tell me what is taking place,
Cause I can't seem to find a trace,
Guess it must've got erased somehow,
Probably cause I always forget,
Everytime someone tells me their name,
It's always gotta be the same.
(In my World)
Never wore cover-up,
Always beat the boys up,
Grew up in a 5000 population town,
Made my money by cutting grass,
Got fired by fried chicken ass,
All in a small town,
You know I always stay up without sleepin',
And think to myself,
Where do I belong forever,In whose arms, the time and place?
[Chorus:]Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend?
I'm off again in my World
I never spend less than an hour,
Washin' my hair in the shower,
It always takes 5 hours to make it straight,
So I'll braid it in a zillion braids,
Though it may take all friggen day,
There's nothin' else better to do anyway.
When you're all alone in the lands of forever,
Lay under the milky way,
On and on it's getting too late out,
I'm not in love this time this night.
[Chorus:]Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend?
I'm off again in my World
(la la la la)
Take some time,
Mellow out,
Party up,
But don't fall down,
Don't get caught,
Sneak out of the house.
[Chorus:]Can't help if I space in a daze,
My eyes tune out the other way,
I may switch off and go in a daydream,
In this head my thoughts are deep,
But sometimes I can't even speak,
Would someone be and not pretend?
I'm off again in my World
So your thoughts, those that comment, do you think she had a point in saying it was my theme song?
Friday, June 10, 2005
Dedicated to Emma
Well, I told Emma I would dedicate a post to her. It isn't going to be all about her, because I don't think I could write a whole blog post on one thing. Or at least, on one thing when I have other things on my mind.
This is dedicated to Emma because... She is going to England for the summer. With her father and grandmother. Bitch. Other then that, she is getting me some cds, so nothing much more to say about her.
On another topic.
I had, 4 people call me some variation of sexy today, 1 person blow a kiss at me through his car window (don't know the dude, just a random driver), and another car honk at me for no apparent reason.
Yet another topic, because I don't want to get into the second one.
It was Kyla's birthday today, the 6th to last day of school for Ryan (minus exams) and same with Rouven, but not his last forever, just his last in Canada. ( I think thats right?) Oh! and Devon too, can't forget him, although I barely know him. I know more about him then he knows about me, I can say that much. But then again, I know more about most people then they know about me.
Random topic #1, because I thought I had more to say then I actually do.
Cody isn't good at picking topics for Alicia, because she's so fucking picky, and well, so is he, but they just don't agree on this stuff.
Thats my random topic, because I shot all others down that he thought of.
You know there's something about that person I just can't stand about me. Bahaha. That is one of his easier things to understand. but, back on the random topic, I am not that picky, I just know what I want, I guess... well, most of the time.
I thought of a topic, that has nothing to do with any other topic on here, but does it ever?
In english we were talking about oxymorons. 3 different people came up with examples, one being the teacher, who is male. Thats relevant, I promise.
ok, so I am going to list the subject (person) and then their example.
Teacher: Intelligent Male
****(male): Smart Woman
******(female): Hot British.
I've blanked out their names for privacy and what not.
Do you see the relativity to the teacher being male and what he said? He was making fun of the second oxymoron statement, well the person who said it, cause its a class of 7 guys, and 16 girls. And the other guys weren't going to stick up for the one guy that said it. Stupid. Him, not the other guys not sticking up for him.
I don't know what else to write about. hmmm.
Oh! Right!
Rich, why did you say narf out of the blue? Are you trying to be pinky now? You'd lose a couple brain cells, just to forewarn you.
This is dedicated to Emma because... She is going to England for the summer. With her father and grandmother. Bitch. Other then that, she is getting me some cds, so nothing much more to say about her.
On another topic.
I had, 4 people call me some variation of sexy today, 1 person blow a kiss at me through his car window (don't know the dude, just a random driver), and another car honk at me for no apparent reason.
Yet another topic, because I don't want to get into the second one.
It was Kyla's birthday today, the 6th to last day of school for Ryan (minus exams) and same with Rouven, but not his last forever, just his last in Canada. ( I think thats right?) Oh! and Devon too, can't forget him, although I barely know him. I know more about him then he knows about me, I can say that much. But then again, I know more about most people then they know about me.
Random topic #1, because I thought I had more to say then I actually do.
Cody isn't good at picking topics for Alicia, because she's so fucking picky, and well, so is he, but they just don't agree on this stuff.
Thats my random topic, because I shot all others down that he thought of.
You know there's something about that person I just can't stand about me. Bahaha. That is one of his easier things to understand. but, back on the random topic, I am not that picky, I just know what I want, I guess... well, most of the time.
I thought of a topic, that has nothing to do with any other topic on here, but does it ever?
In english we were talking about oxymorons. 3 different people came up with examples, one being the teacher, who is male. Thats relevant, I promise.
ok, so I am going to list the subject (person) and then their example.
Teacher: Intelligent Male
****(male): Smart Woman
******(female): Hot British.
I've blanked out their names for privacy and what not.
Do you see the relativity to the teacher being male and what he said? He was making fun of the second oxymoron statement, well the person who said it, cause its a class of 7 guys, and 16 girls. And the other guys weren't going to stick up for the one guy that said it. Stupid. Him, not the other guys not sticking up for him.
I don't know what else to write about. hmmm.
Oh! Right!
Rich, why did you say narf out of the blue? Are you trying to be pinky now? You'd lose a couple brain cells, just to forewarn you.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
She tried sniffing coke but the icecubes got stuck up her nose.
Er, yea, that's my sentence thing on MSN.
Why does everyone (while mentioning it) put msn in caps? Why can't it be, "msn" no capitals?
I finished my skirt in sewing today! Yay. It is all, blue and red etc etc. Spiffy cool. But now I have to make capris, then I get the rest of the class time to do what I wish. Which I think I will do my other skirt that I am making, using old jeans, and some other material. Its going to be all, ruffly and such.
So, this blog post is for random song lines and such. Because I want to. And you can't stop me.
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
Thats a pretty good song, but it's only two lines of it (GASP) so, if you want to find out what it is, look it up on google (ingenious).
And another one!
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
Wow, it's a whole stanza (AGAST)
So, find out if you want
On another note, I am sad today. Not pathetic sad or anything, the other sad. I have a reason for it though.
One of my friend's boyfriends died yesterday. It was some sort of car accident. The person that caused the accident (not the boyfriend) was drunk, and didn't even get a scratch on them. So, it is a time for mourning for Jason. Yes, I said Jason, which is a male name, concluding that these people were homosexual, but that is totally beside the point. Jason is my friend, and I never met his boyfriend, but, support goes to Jason.
On a happier note, I have accepted the fact that I have to take foods instead of drama next year, mainly because Tinnean said we will continue the "company" next year, and I like to cook.
Fastball (baseball, technically softball) tomorrow, I am going, because I like sports. We should win. And I don't feel guilty for not going last night, it was canceled anyways! Bahaha.
I dislike the coaches daughter.
Thats all for now, Adieu
Why does everyone (while mentioning it) put msn in caps? Why can't it be, "msn" no capitals?
I finished my skirt in sewing today! Yay. It is all, blue and red etc etc. Spiffy cool. But now I have to make capris, then I get the rest of the class time to do what I wish. Which I think I will do my other skirt that I am making, using old jeans, and some other material. Its going to be all, ruffly and such.
So, this blog post is for random song lines and such. Because I want to. And you can't stop me.
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
Thats a pretty good song, but it's only two lines of it (GASP) so, if you want to find out what it is, look it up on google (ingenious).
And another one!
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
Wow, it's a whole stanza (AGAST)
So, find out if you want
On another note, I am sad today. Not pathetic sad or anything, the other sad. I have a reason for it though.
One of my friend's boyfriends died yesterday. It was some sort of car accident. The person that caused the accident (not the boyfriend) was drunk, and didn't even get a scratch on them. So, it is a time for mourning for Jason. Yes, I said Jason, which is a male name, concluding that these people were homosexual, but that is totally beside the point. Jason is my friend, and I never met his boyfriend, but, support goes to Jason.
On a happier note, I have accepted the fact that I have to take foods instead of drama next year, mainly because Tinnean said we will continue the "company" next year, and I like to cook.
Fastball (baseball, technically softball) tomorrow, I am going, because I like sports. We should win. And I don't feel guilty for not going last night, it was canceled anyways! Bahaha.
I dislike the coaches daughter.
Thats all for now, Adieu
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
So, Awards and whatnot
I had a baseball game tonight, but I didn't go. I didn't go because I had an awards ceremony thingy to go to tonight, but I didn't go to that either.
I did catch up on my homework though! and am getting an A in socials. Yay. Stupid class, its so annoying the way my teacher trys to teach it. Or the subsitutes.
Example: It was yesterday. I think. Well, some time other then today, most likely last week, but oh well. Anyways, time to get back on topic. It got to the point where I was sitting upside down in my chair, with my feet on the back of it, my back on the bottom, etc etc etc. I was tying Brooke and Ashleys shoelaces together without them noticing, but that is beside the point (and I got caught). The subsitute did nothing. At all. Didn't even tell me to sit properly in my chair. And then, some immature boneheads in my class (guys, naturally) start having a semi war/fist fight right in the middle of the class (which is set up on risers. Like staircase sorta thing 0.o) And she laughs, then sits at the desk and says "everyone continue doing your work" DITZ! We weren't doing any. Which isn't really a smart thing when there isn't even a month of school left but ah, who cares.
Ashley does, shes freaking about exams already. My science teacher gave us the "If you don't start studying by tonight, odds are you won't do well on the final exam" speech.
I was going to reply, but I thought better of it. The fishtank creeps me out, and she likes to send people there who voice their opinions if they differ from hers.
My reply
" Umm misses (blanked for whatever reason) , I never study 3 weeks in advance on a test, and the lowest score I've ever gotten on a test is an 88%. Usually I study the day before, if I study at all. So you making assumptions about how well we will do on a test, is a stupid idea. Especially when the class average in this course is about 86% (an A). "
Well, something like that.
I hate her. She's a good teacher and all, but she's flitty. You know, forgetting important stuffs and such. And then, if we forget something, not important at all, like homework that she isn't even marking, she yells, then sends us to the library, or the fishtank. I had her as a teacher for science last year too. Grr. Ah well, only 8 more days to go.. yup 8. Which is coincedentaly my favourite number. I don't know why though. Don't ask me either.
I think I will be one of those overly excited peoples and be all:
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN LIKE OMGS um... (30 + 23) ummm...I's forgots. actually, it's 53 days. I won't even be in town for my birthday, to my knowledge. I will be at my uncles. With a pool, hot tub and 35-40 degree weather everyday. In centigrade, not the other one I can't spell properly, so won't even try.
Ack! cat on toes. feels weird.
I can't write anymore, it doesn't seem to want to happen. But thats partly because I am listening to crappy-ish music, my cousin is beside me, which gives me writers block, and someone is drawing a portrait from a picture for me. It's for my Avatar on gaia, but I don't think anyone knows what that is. Lets just say its pixelated.
Oh, I know what I can write about quickly. There is this pizza party thingy on friday at lunch that I am supposed to go to because I was in the Theatre company thingy. And we are starting it up again next year!! yay. that means I will be in drama, because I had to drop it for Japanese. Back to this party thing. I guess its celebrating a successful year and such, and Kyla's birthday which is on friday, and Ryan graduating, along with Rouven going back to germany. So, next year, the group from this year will be:
Myself (of course. aduh)
Ashley
Rich
Rocco
Sarah
Kyla
Rico (...?) I don't know about him, I think he is leaving too, but he only started like what ? on last friday? Which we didn't do anything anyways.
On another note, I need to paint my walls in my room, heck, I need to get my room empty of boxes. It has become our storage unit, and I've taken over the spare room, but now my cousin lives there 2 weeks of a month, but stays here 4 days a month ish. Yet she is paying us rent money. So, I live in the spare room when she isn't here, and then I live in the living room when she is. Cause I am spiffy cool. But it is 10pm, and I have school tommorow, so I should finish night chores, (dinner dishes), wrap up and put in the fridge newly made cookies (from nicole, cousin extrodinare... She says "what up" and ;D to Rich.) Sleep to of course.
So, Adios and Adieu.
I did catch up on my homework though! and am getting an A in socials. Yay. Stupid class, its so annoying the way my teacher trys to teach it. Or the subsitutes.
Example: It was yesterday. I think. Well, some time other then today, most likely last week, but oh well. Anyways, time to get back on topic. It got to the point where I was sitting upside down in my chair, with my feet on the back of it, my back on the bottom, etc etc etc. I was tying Brooke and Ashleys shoelaces together without them noticing, but that is beside the point (and I got caught). The subsitute did nothing. At all. Didn't even tell me to sit properly in my chair. And then, some immature boneheads in my class (guys, naturally) start having a semi war/fist fight right in the middle of the class (which is set up on risers. Like staircase sorta thing 0.o) And she laughs, then sits at the desk and says "everyone continue doing your work" DITZ! We weren't doing any. Which isn't really a smart thing when there isn't even a month of school left but ah, who cares.
Ashley does, shes freaking about exams already. My science teacher gave us the "If you don't start studying by tonight, odds are you won't do well on the final exam" speech.
I was going to reply, but I thought better of it. The fishtank creeps me out, and she likes to send people there who voice their opinions if they differ from hers.
My reply
" Umm misses (blanked for whatever reason) , I never study 3 weeks in advance on a test, and the lowest score I've ever gotten on a test is an 88%. Usually I study the day before, if I study at all. So you making assumptions about how well we will do on a test, is a stupid idea. Especially when the class average in this course is about 86% (an A). "
Well, something like that.
I hate her. She's a good teacher and all, but she's flitty. You know, forgetting important stuffs and such. And then, if we forget something, not important at all, like homework that she isn't even marking, she yells, then sends us to the library, or the fishtank. I had her as a teacher for science last year too. Grr. Ah well, only 8 more days to go.. yup 8. Which is coincedentaly my favourite number. I don't know why though. Don't ask me either.
I think I will be one of those overly excited peoples and be all:
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN LIKE OMGS um... (30 + 23) ummm...I's forgots. actually, it's 53 days. I won't even be in town for my birthday, to my knowledge. I will be at my uncles. With a pool, hot tub and 35-40 degree weather everyday. In centigrade, not the other one I can't spell properly, so won't even try.
Ack! cat on toes. feels weird.
I can't write anymore, it doesn't seem to want to happen. But thats partly because I am listening to crappy-ish music, my cousin is beside me, which gives me writers block, and someone is drawing a portrait from a picture for me. It's for my Avatar on gaia, but I don't think anyone knows what that is. Lets just say its pixelated.
Oh, I know what I can write about quickly. There is this pizza party thingy on friday at lunch that I am supposed to go to because I was in the Theatre company thingy. And we are starting it up again next year!! yay. that means I will be in drama, because I had to drop it for Japanese. Back to this party thing. I guess its celebrating a successful year and such, and Kyla's birthday which is on friday, and Ryan graduating, along with Rouven going back to germany. So, next year, the group from this year will be:
Myself (of course. aduh)
Ashley
Rich
Rocco
Sarah
Kyla
Rico (...?) I don't know about him, I think he is leaving too, but he only started like what ? on last friday? Which we didn't do anything anyways.
On another note, I need to paint my walls in my room, heck, I need to get my room empty of boxes. It has become our storage unit, and I've taken over the spare room, but now my cousin lives there 2 weeks of a month, but stays here 4 days a month ish. Yet she is paying us rent money. So, I live in the spare room when she isn't here, and then I live in the living room when she is. Cause I am spiffy cool. But it is 10pm, and I have school tommorow, so I should finish night chores, (dinner dishes), wrap up and put in the fridge newly made cookies (from nicole, cousin extrodinare... She says "what up" and ;D to Rich.) Sleep to of course.
So, Adios and Adieu.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Religion II
in·fi·del ( P ) (nf-dl, -dl)n.
An unbeliever with respect to a particular religion, especially Christianity or Islam.
One who has no religious beliefs.
One who doubts or rejects a particular doctrine, system, or principle.
Eat your words.
Bud·dhism ( P ) (bdzm, bdz-)n.
The teaching of Buddha that life is permeated with suffering caused by desire, that suffering ceases when desire ceases, and that enlightenment obtained through right conduct, wisdom, and meditation releases one from desire, suffering, and rebirth.
The religion represented by the many groups, especially numerous in Asia, that profess varying forms of this doctrine and that venerate Buddha.
In my previous post, I did not say that Buddhism had a god, I said it was a religion, I was correct in my statement.
Just to clarify so I don't get a bunch of accusations and what not:
re·li·gion ( P ) (r-ljn)n.
A personal or institutionalized system grounded in belief and worship.
The life or condition of a person in a religious order.
A set of beliefs, values, and practices based on the teachings of a spiritual leader.
A cause, principle, or activity pursued with zeal or conscientious devotion.
By definition, thats what religion is. Now leave me alone.
Just so you know, my blog is for my opinions, and opinions are not judged on right and wrong, or correct and incorrect if you prefer.
p.s. Yes, I like the name "Buddhism" but I chose it because I like their beliefs.
An unbeliever with respect to a particular religion, especially Christianity or Islam.
One who has no religious beliefs.
One who doubts or rejects a particular doctrine, system, or principle.
Eat your words.
Bud·dhism ( P ) (bdzm, bdz-)n.
The teaching of Buddha that life is permeated with suffering caused by desire, that suffering ceases when desire ceases, and that enlightenment obtained through right conduct, wisdom, and meditation releases one from desire, suffering, and rebirth.
The religion represented by the many groups, especially numerous in Asia, that profess varying forms of this doctrine and that venerate Buddha.
In my previous post, I did not say that Buddhism had a god, I said it was a religion, I was correct in my statement.
Just to clarify so I don't get a bunch of accusations and what not:
re·li·gion ( P ) (r-ljn)n.
A personal or institutionalized system grounded in belief and worship.
The life or condition of a person in a religious order.
A set of beliefs, values, and practices based on the teachings of a spiritual leader.
A cause, principle, or activity pursued with zeal or conscientious devotion.
By definition, thats what religion is. Now leave me alone.
Just so you know, my blog is for my opinions, and opinions are not judged on right and wrong, or correct and incorrect if you prefer.
p.s. Yes, I like the name "Buddhism" but I chose it because I like their beliefs.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Roses are red, etc.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But
The roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
and so is your head.
You know, I could take that to be all emo and all "woe is me, there is no good in life" which is basically emo. But it rhymes, and at the end it calls the reciever of the poem thingy stupid. So there is an attempt at humour in it, making it corny and not emo.
On to another topic.
Lets talk about something serious no? Seeing as I haven't for a while. Whats a major controversial issue? or used to be one? I know! Religion!
Ok, to all religious believers, I am not trying to offend you for my following comments.
I am an infidel, semi.
By defintion an infidel is someone who respects your religion, but doesn't believe in it, or at least parts of it. I believe that there is an unknown force out there, but I don't believe that it has a name, or gender. Especially not a name like God. But that is only because it is dog spelt backwards, and dogs aren't the cleanest animals. This being, you would probably relate God with purity, which usually takes on the form of white, unlike the thought of dogs. The first thing that pops into your head when you hear the word "dog" isn't clean, or at least it shouldn't be.
on to a sub-topic.
If I was forced to follow a religion, it would be muslim/islamic/bhuddism. one of the previous.
another sub-topic, related to the above sub-topic.
Allah is a better name, although it means the same thing, then God. It just flows better, recieves better etc etc.
I really don't know how I got into this topic. Well, I do, I just don't know why. So I will quit before I drown in my own observations and opinions.
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But
The roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
and so is your head.
You know, I could take that to be all emo and all "woe is me, there is no good in life" which is basically emo. But it rhymes, and at the end it calls the reciever of the poem thingy stupid. So there is an attempt at humour in it, making it corny and not emo.
On to another topic.
Lets talk about something serious no? Seeing as I haven't for a while. Whats a major controversial issue? or used to be one? I know! Religion!
Ok, to all religious believers, I am not trying to offend you for my following comments.
I am an infidel, semi.
By defintion an infidel is someone who respects your religion, but doesn't believe in it, or at least parts of it. I believe that there is an unknown force out there, but I don't believe that it has a name, or gender. Especially not a name like God. But that is only because it is dog spelt backwards, and dogs aren't the cleanest animals. This being, you would probably relate God with purity, which usually takes on the form of white, unlike the thought of dogs. The first thing that pops into your head when you hear the word "dog" isn't clean, or at least it shouldn't be.
on to a sub-topic.
If I was forced to follow a religion, it would be muslim/islamic/bhuddism. one of the previous.
another sub-topic, related to the above sub-topic.
Allah is a better name, although it means the same thing, then God. It just flows better, recieves better etc etc.
I really don't know how I got into this topic. Well, I do, I just don't know why. So I will quit before I drown in my own observations and opinions.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Not here, but not there either.
So, I never know what I am going to write until I've written it. This being no exception. I've always been like that, I can study for an in-class essay/exam thingy, but I still don't know what I will write until I am there, with a pen/pencil in my hand, beginning to write.
With that said, lets move on.
I dyed my hair two days ago - ish. It is now blonde/red/light brown. I don't really know what to call it. I guess it doesn't matter what I call it, most of the people that read my blog can see it. At school. I might not post this, maybe just delete it, because I will not post mindless drabble when I don't feel like it.
Went to that choir concert thingy on Wednesday night. Like I said I would. It was alright, met a couple of friend's parents, watched them sing and all. When they surrounded the audience that was odd. Made me feel...surrounded (all together now... "I wonder why." rolling eyes, etc.) Oh well. I forget what song it was, but it was in the Jazz choir ensemble when Devon started dancing, spiffy. It made everyone laugh. And most likely at the same time be grateful that it wasn't them up on stage.
Dancing with Jessica in the hallway was quite amusing to her mother. We had fun though. And then in the Subway parking lot, because it was too warm inside.
Well, that was the past couple days, now to the present.
My hair acutally behaved today, lots of ringlety curls. And yes, I know, ringlety is not a word, but I don't care. We had drama at lunch today. We haven't had it for about a month? Something like that. And we didn't do anything. Just said that we can't perform with only 10 days of school left and such. Then Tinnean (can't spell her name properly, if I did though Kudos to me) left and I think Rico (can't spell his name either) joined our drama "company" and will join next year, not sure though. Sarah didn't show because she took tinnean literally, because tinnean said "meeting at noon" instead of "meeting at lunch" and everyone forgot to tell Rocco. After tinnean left, Ashley and myself talked with Rico, Kyla left to go get lunch or something, and Devon showed up, so 3 of the 4 R's (Minus Rocco of course) and Devon stood talking about something or another.
Rico's complaining is feeble.
Example:
"I'm spending seven months in (some place I can't remember, tropical paradise kind a place though) but, when I get there, I will have to get used to the 7 hour time difference, woe is me. I am going there to learn my (more then 4th) language, at a language school."
I feel so bad for you Rico, having to either lose or gain 7 hours, while living in that place...still can't remember where. (Sarcasm comes too easily to me.)
I feel like I've written a lot... but I've written more before. I wonder what my current word count or character check is right now. But I don't think this will let me check it. Oh well. I will not count them, I don't have that much patience.
Golly Gee Alicia, what have you gotten yourself into.
On another note, my hair smells good. Yus it does. Smells like my conditioner. (once again, all together now... I wonder why Alicia)
Ugh, it seems I have to do chores. I'll do my homework on Sunday, study for tests and such. Not finals, won't do that for about another week, stupid Shakespeare test.
Is it true that mark cut-offs are next thursday? I wonder. I'm not expecting an answer either. Because my teachers don't seem to want to give me that information. Stupid teachers. Wouldn't that suck, if our teachers truly were stupid? At least they could teach you how to speak Dumb-ass. I believe that dumb-ass is a language, because I can't seem to understand the few people I know who speak it. Therefore, making it another language.
Ok, I've written too much now, my hands are tired.
Adieu.
With that said, lets move on.
I dyed my hair two days ago - ish. It is now blonde/red/light brown. I don't really know what to call it. I guess it doesn't matter what I call it, most of the people that read my blog can see it. At school. I might not post this, maybe just delete it, because I will not post mindless drabble when I don't feel like it.
Went to that choir concert thingy on Wednesday night. Like I said I would. It was alright, met a couple of friend's parents, watched them sing and all. When they surrounded the audience that was odd. Made me feel...surrounded (all together now... "I wonder why." rolling eyes, etc.) Oh well. I forget what song it was, but it was in the Jazz choir ensemble when Devon started dancing, spiffy. It made everyone laugh. And most likely at the same time be grateful that it wasn't them up on stage.
Dancing with Jessica in the hallway was quite amusing to her mother. We had fun though. And then in the Subway parking lot, because it was too warm inside.
Well, that was the past couple days, now to the present.
My hair acutally behaved today, lots of ringlety curls. And yes, I know, ringlety is not a word, but I don't care. We had drama at lunch today. We haven't had it for about a month? Something like that. And we didn't do anything. Just said that we can't perform with only 10 days of school left and such. Then Tinnean (can't spell her name properly, if I did though Kudos to me) left and I think Rico (can't spell his name either) joined our drama "company" and will join next year, not sure though. Sarah didn't show because she took tinnean literally, because tinnean said "meeting at noon" instead of "meeting at lunch" and everyone forgot to tell Rocco. After tinnean left, Ashley and myself talked with Rico, Kyla left to go get lunch or something, and Devon showed up, so 3 of the 4 R's (Minus Rocco of course) and Devon stood talking about something or another.
Rico's complaining is feeble.
Example:
"I'm spending seven months in (some place I can't remember, tropical paradise kind a place though) but, when I get there, I will have to get used to the 7 hour time difference, woe is me. I am going there to learn my (more then 4th) language, at a language school."
I feel so bad for you Rico, having to either lose or gain 7 hours, while living in that place...still can't remember where. (Sarcasm comes too easily to me.)
I feel like I've written a lot... but I've written more before. I wonder what my current word count or character check is right now. But I don't think this will let me check it. Oh well. I will not count them, I don't have that much patience.
Golly Gee Alicia, what have you gotten yourself into.
On another note, my hair smells good. Yus it does. Smells like my conditioner. (once again, all together now... I wonder why Alicia)
Ugh, it seems I have to do chores. I'll do my homework on Sunday, study for tests and such. Not finals, won't do that for about another week, stupid Shakespeare test.
Is it true that mark cut-offs are next thursday? I wonder. I'm not expecting an answer either. Because my teachers don't seem to want to give me that information. Stupid teachers. Wouldn't that suck, if our teachers truly were stupid? At least they could teach you how to speak Dumb-ass. I believe that dumb-ass is a language, because I can't seem to understand the few people I know who speak it. Therefore, making it another language.
Ok, I've written too much now, my hands are tired.
Adieu.
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