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Wedding Entry. Long one. [August 21, 2006 11:51am]

My sister's wedding was Saturday. And because it was a memorable occasion, I'll update both on the wedding rehearsal and the wedding itself. Warning: this may be long.


At the wedding rehearsal I and my parent's arrived at seven, just as the minister had said to my sister he'd be there. Everyone in the wedding had arrived already; Marsha and I, the bride's maids and Crystal, the maid of honour. Dean and Ryan, the groom's men were before us with the best man, Chris, my brother. The bride and groom, the bride's parent's, some friends... You know, the whole bunch who needs to rehearse or help out had arrived. After half an hour of waiting for the minister, we started to set up the tables and chairs for the guests. After an hour passed without the minister some people began to get food from downstairs, beers, and whatever else they can get their hands on. After an HOUR AND A HALF of waiting, we, the members of the party began to practice on our own. Not seriously of course, but just to pass the time. After two hours of waiting, my sister had by this time tried calling the minister's home phone, cell phone, and everything else. He wasn't picking up. So the bride and groom went to go see if they could find him. Because the waiting was ridiculous. The worst thing was they had already paid the guy, and he already cashed the check the next day after receiving it! We hoped he wasn't a con artist or something...


After Sheldon and April left to find the man who would be joining them in holy ceremony, April's friend Jessica came up stairs. She said she had someone call the minister and they got him on the phone. The girl who called was his daughter or something. But anyways, minister said he didn't have the night booked at all! So here we are, waiting for nothing. We called April and she started to freak. "If he isn't coming tonight, why the hell should we expect him tomorrow?" If he knows he has a wedding the next day, shouldn't having the rehearsal the night previous be kind of obvious?


But, he showed up. We got a refund from him and that was that. We practised, we did it, we left. Unfortunately I had to go to April's (spending the night there) and got the bed at 2 am.


Next morning, we wake up at eight. Get our hair and make-up done at nine, get everyone ready at 1 and take off at 2 something to take pictures at 3. I am never doing the picture thing again. First of all, I hate getting my picture taken, like most people. And because we had to walk around this huge park, let's just say I wasn't in such a chipper mood after it.


Let's skip to after the pictures.


Marsha and I (bride's maids) went in a car with Dean (groom's man) and the ring boy Luke. Everyone was heading towards the Army building where the wedding was taking place. Most of the families stopped to get something to eat, so we arrived later than most people. Marsha, Dean and co. went to dairy queen. And, of course, with two people in what looks like a prom dress, and two guys in suits, we did get curious stares. We got what we ordered, got in the car, and went to the army place. And somewhere, between leaving D.Q and arriving I got oil or something on my dress. Thankfully, it wasn't obvious and only when I pointed it out people noticed that my dress was kind of ruined.


So we arrive. We find out that April and Sheldon hadn't yet. Apparently, the people with the cars to the mustang (they rented it for the night) had taken off and were no where to be found. So, April and Sheldon were stuck in the parking lot with everyone already gone. Someone sent someone to get them because we couldn't find Jessica and the keys.


So as were waiting for the two most important people, Katrin (another good friend of April's) notices the cake out in the open. Short story: it looked like shit. It was slanted, melted, it could barely stand on it's own. So Kat went to my mom and said; "Have you seen the cake?" Mom looks at her and says no. Kat says; "It looks like shit." So mom goes and sees it. She goes to Dean's mom (she's the one taking care of all of the food) and says; "Why would you leave that looking like it is out in the open for everyone to see?" It was mutilated, I'll just say that. Because I had seen it before they took it away but I had no idea wtf it was. Later on I realized and couldn't believe April paid 100 bucks for that. Needless to say, they didn't get their money back I don't believe.


April and Sheldon arrive with my uncle, I believe. While cake surgery is taking place in the kitchen. April goes and hides herself from the arriving guest's in the bathroom. This is where we tell her the cake is messed. She gets pissed. She tells a friend, Bobby-Joe (girl) and Bobby tells Ryan, the outspoken groom's man. (And if anyone has seen Benji, the winner, from So You Think You Can Dance, Ryan's the same except a bit wilder). He was going to go yell at the people, but because their Dean's parent's, he says he cant and April understands.


While this is taking place people are arriving, the cake isn't fixing itself, and Jessica with the mustang keys finally arrive. The keys are handed to Sheldon and April tells him to go get the car. He says he shouldn't because the wedding is in an hour. April goes; "Mr. Zoinker made us wait yesterday, so if we have to, he can wait for us this time!" (Mr. Zoinker isn't the minister's real name. It's Zorkel, or something. I couldn't say it right so I dubbed him Zoinker). Anyway, Sheldon does as he's told.


We find out April has make-up or some shit all over the back of her dress and the front. (This is a little after Sheldon gets back). I go get wipes from the baby bag that they brought for the 17 month old baby Shailyn. When I go out, I ask Sheldon for a wipe and he gives me one after telling me Shailyn just vomited all over her dress. And by this time I'm  like Oy Vay! I rush back into the washroom and tell April. She rolls her eyes and begins to wipe off her dress, clearly not pleased with any of this. The dress get's clean. We're finally given the cue that we can start the wedding any time, and we do.

The cake is hidden from sight (un able to be fixed ), everyone's in place, and so it begins. Marsha walks up the alter first, then me, then Crystal, then Shaniece, and then April and her Dad. The flower girl Shailyn has taken off (she is moody with a capital M, like me. She wouldn't take anyone’s hand. She cried. She only wanted to go to Papa (April's dad) so we just let her go).


We did the prayer thing when April walked up to Sheldon. We got through the advice from Mr. Zoinker (who arrived on time thank goodness!) and the vows started up. Sheldon finished his, making April teary eyed of course, and then April started hers. In the middle of it, some kid's hip hop themed cell phone went off. And then he answered it and took off! Why keep your cell phone on in the middle of a wedding? Rude little bugger.


Finally the I do's were said, they became husband and wife without going into detail, and they walked down the aisle. Crystal and my brother walked down together next, and then me and Ryan. And, unfortunately, we had to 'Bust a move' as he said. Ryan had planned this months ago, but I had thought he was joking (hoped more like lol) but he wasn't. But when he walked he said we shouldn't do it and I said ok. Then Bobby-Joe, girlfriend and mother to be very soon, said they wanted (April and Sheldon) to do it. So unfortunately, we danced like losers the rest of way. And people laughed. Woo.


Alright. So. April, Sheldon, and others got their pictures taken in front of the mustang. They came back after awhile (after Dean flirted endlessly with Marsha. My god that guy is a player. Sickening really. The stuff he was saying was just so... player-ish. And he is. But that's how Dean is and there's nothing to do about it). April's dress was black in the back from the mustang, but we fixed it. Whenever was assembled (bride's maids and groom's men) we were introduced and sat at the head table which was nice. I like it there. Makes me feel all special lol.


The big scare is around this time. I think it was after the food was served to the head table when it happened. Courtney, my cousin's child, was running around with Shailyn and two other people. The DJ was watching them and told them to be careful right before Courtney crashed into a chair (or so he said). And you know when Baby's cry for one second, hold their breath for two, and then let out that long, awful wail that lasts for seven seconds? Well with Courtney, it didn't happen. What did happen was that she cried for one second, walked around to Uncle's side and then... that was it. No sound. She slumped and slammed her two year old head off the tile flooring and that was it. Nothing.


There was this two second of silence before everyone started up. Uncle swept her off the floor and took off running out the room while blowing air into Courtney's mouth. April shouted they call 911 and the rest of my family took off after uncle and Courtney. The DJ called for an ambulance. I had turned to Martha, who was next to me at the time, and said "Is this really happening?" We both jumped out of our seats and ran after everyone else. THANKFULLY Courtney was crying hysterically now. She was breathing. The ambulance came and they looked her over and said she'd be fine. I had thought she had an asthma attack like my other brother had had that morning, but Courtney has no breathing problem. It was said that when she took that deep breath for that long wail she just didnt let go, got winded, and crashed. She's fine and before long, was running around again, more carefully of course.


Speeches took place after that. And then, after that, the deformed cake came out to be 'cut' if it could. When it was wheeled out, April just laughed and I gawked. I couldn't believe that thing was the cake I had seen earlier. April found it bitterly amusing, and so did I. They cut it and the cake was left to die properly.


Of course, before that, the bride's maids and groom's men had to dance with one and other. Crystal had to dance with her ex, Chris, and me with the wacky Ryan. I said, no offense or because of Ryan, that I rather have a broom with me. Crystal said she wanted the mop. But we danced, people got black mail pictures of me, and that was that. Of course, when the real dancing took place, Ryan danced like the stripper he had meant to be, and got laughs out of everyone. He's usually the life of the party and real crazy. It's fun to watch him lol.

 
We also played Musical Napkins with the DJ. It's just the same as Musical Chairs, but we passed around napkins instead of jumping into chairs. I won against my grandfather (who barely knows who the hell I am. meh lol) It's some fighting fish that kills others if another fish is in the same tank as him. Shaniece (niece) won one too. It's good because she would have started to cry her eyes out if she hadn't, just like she did when my parent's and I took her home. The people outside when we went to get to the car probably thought we were killing the kid or something with her wailing.

 
And then thankfully, we went home and to bed lol. And so ends my wedding story/ranty kind of thing.

BYE.

Drugs. [August 02, 2006 3:03pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

Is it time for an update? 
.... I believe it is.

Today I bring a serious question to mind: What's so appealing about drugs?

It's almost (or is) as popular as sex these days. Every parent's worried about their kids having sex, getting pregnant, or diseases and what not. It seems that where I am, people are more worried about their kids getting hit by a car than smoking weed and getting stoned. It's no big deal right, to get high and act stupid? Everyone does it, so I'm told, so it's supposed to be in the norm?

I've never done drugs. Don't plan to either. There is nothing appealing to drugs to me. Same with drinking and smoking (but I've done both already). But when people call me up and start saying things like "Oh yeah, I got high over the weekend and it was awesome!" I feel naive suddenly. It's like I'm suddenly in the dark about how 1/3 of how the world works. But it's not as if I'm going to do it because I want to feel wise about the subject. It's just annoying for everyone to be all 'giddy' about getting stoned and yet I don't understand why.

I don't know. I just felt like rambling about drugs.


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[June 11, 2006 10:08am]
[ mood | depressed ]

I'm screwing up everything as of now. And I only just got back from Ottawa friday.
Neither of my parent's are acknowledging my existance. And apologizing isn't working so... I'm screwed.

I suck. [May 02, 2006 10:10pm]
[ mood | guilty ]

Yeah the thing blew over. God I'm such a drama queen.
Anyway, the thing I was (immaturely) upset about was my end of the year grade eight trip that's coming up. My class is going to Ottawa (Around Toronto here) and my mom said I couldn't go. And I was being immature and selfish by not speaking to her because I felt she was being unfair. Because, this is my last year of elementary school and who knows when I'll see my class again after this, right? So I feel that the trip may be one of the last days (and maybe the last trip I have for awhile), especially with my classmates and friends. Like, there's a big possibility that I won't be able to get together with my old friends again after this year ends. SO, I want my last trip to be memorable. 

See I thought this was about the $200 dollars I need to go on the trip. I have $122 (canadian.) saved up and with the help of my brother, I thought that the only issue would be wiped away. But then mom blew up when I went up to her saying I have most of the money on my own and Chris (bro.) came out of his room and argued with mom. She stormed off, he went off and I was in my room by that time. THEN mom comes out of her room and asks how I'll raise the money. And then she tells me she doesn't want me to go because she's afraid I'll get kidnapped/raped/whatever else while I'm away for the three days. So that kind of changed everything.

I assured her that I'd have my cell phone, I'd be with someone ALL the time, I wouldn't do anything stupid and to trust I won't do anything stupid.  Mom watches a lot of those talk shows about kids disappearing and stuff so her biggest fear is I'll go missing. She has bad dreams about that stuff and me so she's become... kind of paranoid. Which I can completely understand. And I can't 100% say I'll be fine, but for the most part I can just... hope I will be?

So now I'm a little scared to go. Mom's got her words and fears in my head and I'm not so sure of going anymore... *sigh*.

Overall, I feel so very stupid. ^^;; And I have a reason to be. 

God, I'm such a drama queen.


[May 02, 2006 5:02pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

So... I'm fighting/not speaking to my mother over something trivial (I guess). But I'll just keep it to myself for now. If this thing blows over I suppose I'll put up the reason why I'm so pissed off at her. But until then.... The secret's safe with me. 

Other news... School news...
I've got a novel study museum due tomorrow. And a Geograhy test along with it. I failed (along with near everyone else in the class) my algebra test. But there is a chance of a retest so I suppose I'm fine. I got back another project that I did. One I thought I did reletively good on. And surprise surprise, I didn't do as well as I had hoped I would. So my wrong predictions will forever be wrong, as long as it's about school.

Non-based school news...
Kaleigh's (good friend) birthday is on Monday so her party is this weekend. I've gotten her something small but I feel like I should get her something more. And I probably will get her something more. But, about the party thing, who even knows if I can go? It wouldn't surprise me if mom said no to that too. (I suppose that right there was a hint to why I'm mad.)

And... My dad's finally coming back from Jamaica! Mega yay for that. He'll probably fly in on May 12th or some other day like that. So I'm giddy as hell for that. ^__^

And I think that's it.


Hello my mighty ducks. [April 19, 2006 5:02pm]
[ mood | full ]

Graduation's coming! Oh yay. Oh bliss!
...Yeah right. Like I give a flip over grad. ><.

It's such a hassle, this graduation is. Spending money on a dress, shoes, accesorries, hair, etc. And call me cheap, but I rather not waste my money (or my parents money for that matter) for one measly night. ><. Man I'm such a party pooper.
Every one in my class is always running around asking "So, who you taking to grad?" like it's the most important thing ever. And it's not. 

It's funny though. All the girls are running around like mad, trying to find a date. And then there's little me who ain't taking anyone on that 'special' night. But hey, who knows? Maybe if I ask really nicely dad will be my date! (Pathetic me ^^;).
But really. It's one night that in ten years, no ones going to remember. And then in twenty years, most or us aren't going to care who we took or care what took place that night. 

Maybe I'm being too bitter? Meh.

I'm just getting sick of seing so-and-so running around trying to hitch so-and-so up with a date. They cackle like hens I tell you, running around the yard finding friends dates. Some people, I don't know, are just too annoying for me. 

But I can understand how a lot of people can think grad is so important. It's like, the last day of our elementary school years, and probably the last time we're all going to see each other. So everyone's thinking "OK! We've got to make this night last a life time!".  And I can agree. Still, to me, this one night is going to cost me and my family more than any other day in the year (including holidays).

Maybe I'm just extra bitchy today. 
Whatever. See you!

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Funerals... [April 15, 2006 2:03pm]
[ mood | okay ]

I went to Ashley's Mom's funeral about an hour ago. 

I went under dressed because 1) I had nothing besides dresses to wear and 2) I hate dresses. 
It was fine though, because other people were under dressed as well.

So I saw my first dead body which was Ashley's Mom. Like everyone says she looked like she was sleeping and not dead. But with all the make-up and stuff she kind of looked fake as well. Ashley agreed with me.

I sat with Ashley for awhile until Kaleigh (our friend from school) came. She wasn't all dolled up either so I felt better. Then before it all started we sat in front of Mr. A in the back. Kaleigh's mom joined us and then it started.

I think it was a longer funeral because Dave (Ashley's dad) is catholic (sp?). Since this was my first funeral I don't know if standing up, sitting down, standing up and sitting up is what they always do. 

Ashley only cried when her mom was wheeled out at the end. Her mom's being creammated (sp). Kaleigh and I hugged Ashley and now I'm home. I plan to call Ashley later and we can talk more in peace. I bet she'll have a lot to talk about.

When I was leaving I got the 'your a great friend' comment again. It's not like I don't like the praise, it's just that me being there for Ashley is something I'd do no matter what. I don't need a pat on the back telling me I'm doing the right thing because I know I'm doing the right thing.

Anyway, yeah that's about it for now. Just wrote this because it's my first funeral so I guess in a way... I want to remember it.


notes [April 14, 2006 4:26pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

Two mental notes:

Today is my Mom's birthday.
My Dad's coming home from Jamaica on May 12th.


That's all for now folks.


A depressing update. [April 11, 2006 10:46am]
[ mood | Depressingly shocked. ]

Today started like any other day.
I got up, went on the computer for a bit, and then 8:30 I got ready to head to school. Then my friend Ashley called (she's thirteen) and she told me at 3 AM her mom passed away. So that ended my normal day.

I didn't believe Ashley at first. Because just yesterday she had gone to Wal-mart and went Easter shopping with her mom. And I had even been talking to Ashley yesterday night and I could hear her Mom talking in the back ground. I guess a part of me still doesn't believe she's gone. Am I in shock or something?

Ashley's in shock. When we went walking around town (I didn't have to go to school because I had a small crying break down and because I wanted to spend some time with Ashley) we would talk and no matter the topic, it would end up with her Mom and then Ashley would say some of the things we said brought her back to reality, but for the most part she felt like she was dreaming. She feels like she'll wake up any moment and her Mom will be nagging her do something or other all again.

See. Even as I type this I still feel like this is one huge late April fools joke. But it's not, sadly.

I can't fully understand what Ashley's going through. Because I still have a Mom. And because Ashley's real dad skipped out on her when she was 2, she only has a step father right now. So she's pretty alone. But my Mom understands more so. At my age my mom lost her own mom on a cruise accident so she knows how she's feeling. All I can do is be there for Ashley, which in my eyes, isn't enough for me to do. But there isn't much I can do except be there for her, talk to her, listen, and stay by her side. 

Everything's so surreal. Gods, why did this have to happen to Ashley? It's not her fault her Mom died. And it's not her mom's fault either. Ashley's mom was sick. Not bed ridden or anything, but she was sick. So a part of Ashley knew her mom was going to die soon, but not this soon, you know?

When Ashley and I were walking around town our teacher found us. He didn't give us trouble or anything because he already knew the news. And so does our entire class. Ashley's not too thrilled, but this couldn't be avoided. Mr. A (our teacher) told Ashley if she needed anything all she had to do was ask. And that stuff wen't double for me. He kept saying I was a good friend for being with Ashley. I was just doing what I felt was right. It doesn't deserve praises because I know she'd do the same thing for me. I'm doing all I can so far.

Ashley's trying to laugh everything off. We make jokes about things beause that's the only way we know how to deal with these things. And we realized that we say 'die' a lot. Now when we say it we get all quiet and apologize. Instead we say the 'D-bomb' for die or the 'M-bomb' for mom and the 'F word' for funeral. Ashley doesn't know when it's going to take place. All she knows is that she's going to be away the rest of the week and the 'F word' is going to take place sometime soon. 

I hate how uncertain the future is. One day the people we know is here, the next they are gone. With Ashley we don't know what's going to happen. Is she going to go to court because Dave's not her real dad? Is she going to move away?

Man this life sucks so much right now.


Boys my age are stupid. Throw them off a bridge. [April 03, 2006 4:08pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Why do guys my age (13-15) have to be so immature? I'm aware that girls supposedly mature quicker than boys (I've seen it first hand) but along the journey to maturity, do they get lost or something? 

I say this because the guys in my class just can't grow up. I'm not sure how they spend ALL of their time, but less than  a quarter of it is talked about girls in my class and sex. I guess to them Girl + Sex = Instant coolness. Which is untrue. I hear these guys across the room laughing and saying about a specific friend about mine doing (don't want to go into details) sexual acts just because they think they sound all macho talking about her like that.

1) It's not only idiotic to say such lies but it's pointless.
2) You don't look like anything but a disgusting pig by saying that kind of stuff.
And 3)  Get a life.

I'm so sick of perverted guys trying to seem all 'manly'. If you're going to try to make yourself look it, try some other way please. 
Bunch of bastards.

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It's a true blue UPDATE! [March 22, 2006 4:25pm]
[ mood | creative ]

Gah, where does the time go? I'm so due for a update. it's not even funny.
But anything worth updating isn't really... worth updating. And it's not like much has been going on with me. But whatever, I came here to type something up and by damn I'm going to put something down!

So, I'll begin about my March break so here I go.
Since I'm no longer a going-out-of-my-house kind of person (not that I ever really was) over my break I pretty much stayed home. But for once I had a slightly better then "I'm too lazy" excuse this time. Because Mom and I couldn't go out to buy our new computer at the shop (it's moved farther away) we had to do it online so all last week I had to stay up and wake at 9 AM to wait for it to arrive. 9 AM is too early for me. So yeah. It arrived on Thursday or something and then I had a hell of a time connecting and putting everything back on the new computer.

And then on March break friday I had to go very cruel and evil dress shopping for my sister's wedding and for my grad that's coming up. *Shudders* Grad. Blah. So after driving to different stores for like hours at a time we finally came to the shop we should have gone to FIRST and finally found me a dress. Which is a miracle because I seriously believe I'm the worse dress shopper ever. When my sister and mom and her friend would ask things like "What kind of dress do you want?" "Do you have any idea?" "How about this one?" I'd either shrug, say no, or say the dress they picked out was ugly. So yes, I'm difficult and a pest. I'll learn to deal with it.

But we did it! I found a dress that made me look thin and wasn't too bad looking in general. It was $234 Canadian which isn't too bad when it comes to dress shopping. I STILL have to go shoe and assescery (sp?) shopping. What. A. Joy. But by the time the dress comes back (we had to order it in burgandy and have it hemmed) which will be in three months I should have that taken care of.

So that's crossed off my To-Do list.

But now I'm back to school. My vacation (wasn't much of one) is over sadly. So immediately I've got projects coming to me. Right now I have to create a character from some place (I chose Russia) and create a journal/diary thing about them migrating to Canada. The facts and history of that time such as why they would want to leave their home towns, why they they'd want to come to Canada, have to be based on facts of the time period. But the trip, acts that happen towards the ship, and what happens when they make it here to Canada can be fake. So really, I'm writing a story which isn't so bad. I can do that easily. It's the whole true facts things that's ticking me off because finding ports, ship names, etc. are ticking me off because it's not proving to be easy for me. Maybe I'm just clearly impossible. It wouldn't surprise me.

For awhile I've been upset/rgrumpy over some people in my class and how they use me to get to other people. Specifically a certain guy in my class who has this huge ass crush on one of my close friends. I kept wondering if he really was my friend or if I was just a stepping stone for him to get to that crush of his. So, I had been debating the whole thing in my head for like... weeks now. And just recently I found out I was wrong about him and that pulled me out of very mild depression. Only when it comes to things like this do I like being wrong.

What else has happened? Hmm... Friends who I thought I was drifting apart from are no longer drifting. For now. It's like one minute I'm a close friend who has to listen to everyone bitch their problems about and then the next I'm just another kid in the class. Being the flavor of the week is something I'm not going to put up with. I hate being tugged between fights, secrets and whatever else. I'll listen to people and let them rant as much as they want because I like hearing other people's problems and stuff. But I won't let myself be used and abused. So, those people who want me one minute and then in the next second don't, can die somewhere else.

Anime news: The newest anime I'm watching is Tactics. For now I have officially fallen for it because demons and spirtual things are suddenly very interesting (not that they weren't before). Haruka-sama is love. And Kantarou/Haruka is Mind Blowing Love! ^___^
And once I get more DVD's I'll be burning the rest of the Loveless series for my pleasure. =3. I only have the first two episodes because one disk messed up and the other two were tests. My last DVD was stupidly used for my brother's songs instead of a regular CD so now the DVD's unuseable. I would  buy more DVD's for myself but like I said up way above, I'm too lazy and tired these days to do much more than sleep and work on homework. 
As for reading anime... I don't do that much anymore. Because there is no where to buy manga near me. Hell, I can barely find a place to buy Anime to watch much less read. >.>

Can you believe it? I'm done this very long update! It's been awhile since my updates have been spam-less (or maybe this is?) and long. So big brownie points to me. And even BIGGER brownie points to YOU if you read this entire thing. It takes will power to get through my boring notes and run on rambles. So yes, congrats to you. 

This is the end for sure! Go on with your lives now.

[March 03, 2006 6:29pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

Long awaited hello.

Hopefully tomorrow my mother is buying me a new computer. With a DVD burner. And that means: Anime burning here I come! X3
I can finally download Loveless! At long last! It's not illegal to download Loveless, is it? I sure hope not. That would completely (for lack of a better word) suck.

But I really do need a new computer. I have no memory on this one at all and I am dying from lack of anime. Besides, Jack (yes I named my computer) is dying out on me. Jack and I have had wonderful times over the last 3-4 years. Sharing of anime, music, and friendships. But alas, it has to end.

Anyhooism...
All of my five projects for Febuary are all over! Exams and tests done with until the next term starts. So my blissful weekend without any homework starts now. =3

There's more I'd type, but doesn't seem worth it, so I won't. So maybe next time, alright?
Ja ne~


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Useless entry [February 13, 2006 5:08pm]
[ mood | amused ]

My sickness has finally passed! Ok, so maybe I'm not completely cured, but it feels pretty damn good to be able to breath freely again. And that's good enough for me. I never realized how horribly depressing I get when I'm sick. Not just how I feel but me in general. I blame winter also for my cause of sad feelings in the past week. But whatever. =/

It's alright because I'm all better now. Well, yeah. Better.

Oh yes, tomorrows Love Day! The day many loving couples go and celebrate by buying chocolates and flowers and red things and good things and... spend the day with their lovers. But if you don't have a lover, it's just like any other day. Which is sad. Which makes me sad. A sad person. Ha, now I'm just blabbering. The POINT to what I was saying is that Happy L-Day incase I don't make a useless entry of it tomorrow or something.

What did I do this week? Other then sleep my brains out? Gods, I haven't slept so much in my life! I didn't think I could get sick of sleeping, but I did. Oh! I stressed over school work. But who doesn't? And the people who don't have to are lucky. But they probably have something equally as annoying to stress about. There I go rambling on again... OK! I.... Wow I'm a depressing teenager.

On the weekend it was my friend (RL) Ashley's birthday. Fourteen years old on friday. Her and I were supposed to go far away to her grandfathers but I felt like crap and didn't go. She got a cell phone for her b-day so she was happy. I on the other hand forgot to give her her gift. So now I need a mental note to remember tomorrow. If I had been her I would have just asked where my gift was at, but that's because I'm rude and blunt XD

Anyway... I think that's all I'm going to blub about. That's right, I said blub. So good bye until another time!


[February 04, 2006 5:33pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Two updates by me. WOW!! But this one is pointless so I wouldn't bother with it. X(

But when you are sick, do you lose your taste buds? This is just a stupid question that I'm wondering. Because my favorite foods right now totally disgust me. Even chocolate milk, by beloved favorite drink is gross! My mom says that it happens sometimes to people. But I'm just wondering if it happens to you.


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Ugh. [February 04, 2006 8:57am]
[ mood | sick ]

I'm sick. And it sucks. =(

I haven't been sick in almost... two years so I forgot how much I hate being sick. My heads killing me. My throats dead and I have no taste buds! But this sickness can't be too important because when I went to the ER the doctor told me to take pills and drink milk. That's all.


Yesterday I went with my mom to the hospital. We went to see some Tilly doctor or something and we didn't think it would take long. But we found out that five other people were waiting on the same doctor. Some people had been waiting for 2-3 hours. It's because the doctor kept having to go to the OR. It wasn't fair though to make people wait so long. He should have scheduled his operations in the morning then he wouldn't have been so late for his other patients. It was just really annoying.


I wish I could just go to bed but I have a ton of school work to do. Why did I have to get sick now? Ugh. -.-. Where's the fairness?


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[January 25, 2006 5:29pm]
[ mood | content ]

Ugh. Dammit.

I have to get my grad pictures soon. In less then a week I think. And man do I ever hate pictures. I can never look half decent in them and now the whole school will see them soon. How perfect.


I got my hair all down for it. In long arse braids and all. It cost 200 bucks so it's not as if I can just 'accidentally' skip the day i'm getting the pictures taken. I HAVE to get them. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I didn't hate getting pictures so much. Ugh. Damn.

~
In social news... there isn't any! Whoa ho ho. What a surprise. I SHOULD be working on my four projects. Key word: should. So probably after this useless entry, I will end up doing that. I wish I had something interesting to say so I put it off for a little longer.

Oh well. I don't have anything decent to say. So I'll... *gasps* get to the homework. Darn.


spam [January 22, 2006 7:15pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I really don't have free time on my hands. (This little girl should be doing homework.) But because I want to take a little break, I'm doing a 100 hundred word survey/spam thingy!! *__* So. Yay.

If I was anybody, I wouldn't read this. LOL.
( Longy )


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.... [January 15, 2006 9:21am]
[ mood | blank ]

My cat died.


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Still cat trouble [December 30, 2005 1:01pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

We haven't been able to go to a vet for my cat. My mom is pretty much out of money with my Dad, right now so cash is tight. =/
My mom was very sure he was about to die seeing on how he doesn't eat anything. But it's been pretty much a week and he's quite lively. He acts like he did before this happened, besides the fact that he doesn't use his back legs. He might have broken them or the bones popped out of place because his legs just don't seem right.

I want him to eat but he won't. And he will die if he doesn't, won't he?


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My kitty...? [December 25, 2005 5:20pm]
[ mood | sad ]

My kitty can't move or (I suspect) feel his back legs. He can't sit or stand or walk any where. He won't eat or drink anything. I'm worried about him.


I don't think his legs are broke because he didn't complain when I lifted them up. What could be wrong with my cat?


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