Some aspects from "All Around the Woods"

TUESDAYS.

Lessons, and I practiced. Score.

I really cut myself deep while peeling potatoes for Feast Day second period. It hurts, a lot. I can barely type; piano will be a bitch. Somewhere in all those potatoes is a piece of me. My blood, my skin. Good luck. I hope you aren't the unlucky bastard who contracts my AIDS.

So it may appear we have a flea problem in the Mayhew house. Luckily, we have enough of that medicine to put on the back of all the cat's and dog's necks. Plus flea collars for ALL the animals. Raise awareness against    fleas! Wear white December 22nd! Oh freaky, that is the same day I have my first in car drivers ed!

Four minus on my essay. Sweet.

Oh, I'm also bringing the words "lewlz" and "lolz" back. Anyone wanna help?

Masks

GAH.
JULIA STILES. AND. MICHAEL C. HALL.
WHAT HAS DEXTER COME TO!?

Drama drama drama. Boys boys boys. What can you say? It's highschool, it's life, it's a part of who I am. Does it matter? After all, once my last two years are done in this hell hole... I'm free! And won't see 95% of your faces again. So, say what you want, because in the end, I have about another good 70 years to come, so fuck you all! Lolz, I joke there.
I hope the wrong people don't get too involved... *cough cough*

In response to Krysta, it is all right? I don't know what to say. Thanks for mentioning me. =]

Not much to say here, just I hate everyone and everything.

Wind in the Fields

I have fallen upon a revelation!
It goes something like:
I don't care.
=]

Work was so dead.

It dawned on my today, that "Black Friday," is the same day as "Buy Nothing Day".
It depends which came first. If BND came first, eff you Black Friday, that is not cool. I guess it's just another example who crooked society is LOL. EFF' YOU SOCIETY. Troll.
But if it was the other way around, what a challenge BND poses! On the biggest day of sales and shopping you request people not to consume.

I saw Phillip, Nikole and Zack as I was driving out of the McDo's parking lot. I wish I had stopped, but my parents wanted to go home. Speaking of work, I borrowed a visor, and apparently it was for one of the new people, and I took it home. Oh I'm so bad ass.

Besides that, a pretty great day, but I dreamed about "One Hour Photo." That was not a good dream.

I lol at people who use love all the time. It's like, we know you don't love them, or you guys will talk this year, and not talk next year lolz. Poor foolish people I like to troll.

The Interrupted Serenade

Fuck you, I've had enough of this. The last ounce of respect I had for you is now destroyed. Stay the fuck out of my life. I hate what you have done.

In other news.
Everything is slipping to hell. How can one night fuck so many things up? I've never seen such a drastic change from one day to another.
Everything will soon go up, right? You can't go lower than rock bottom.

Fuck you fate. Fuck you destiny.

Reflections in the Water

This is a post for rumours.
Where one person declared you did something you would never ever do, and makes all your friends believe so you feel like you're in the center of judgment? Where someone says to you, that someone said so and so, and you are just so shocked the people believe it, and you don't know where to start? But then, you think it doesn't matter what they think, I can always lean on... Hm, who again?
This post is for rejection.
Where you give your heart out to someone, and they take it only to tell you they can't handle it? Where they cave under the non-apparent pressure? Where they tell you excuses on a daily basis, and blame it on themselves, not you? Where you give them the world, and they throw it away? Where you don't think things are going to work, but you are too afraid to call it quits, because you know that when you do call it quits, this loneliness is now concrete? Something you can't run away from?
This post is for being scared.
Where you don't think you can do, and it is the scariest thing in your world right now? Where you try your hardest, only to be pushed down like a fool? Where you are afraid to say how you feel, because you know all you worked for, everything. will hit the fan?
This post is for complexity.
Where all you want is something simple, but it always ends up so difficult? Where you think it will be easy, but it only becomes another priority on the "fix it" list? Where that little comment becomes a huge deal, something that acts like an anchor to yourself? Where you are being something you are not, because it only works if you stay this way?
This post is for lies. Where you want the truth, and want to live the simple life, but you fall into the trap, never able to escape? This post is for the questions you get everyday, and give the same excuse, but you know that whole is there? Where you know it's all in their hands, but they do nothing? Where it could be there, and you lie, saying it is there, but really it isn't?
The post is for you, and you. This is for the people I talk to daily, who still don't care. This is for the person I'm waiting for, and feeling more and more like a failure. This post is for living another day, in life.

Serenade for the Doll

Well Ottawa U was pretty awesome. Got my reed fixed up for free. My clinic was awesome, and there girl was really cool and nice. But our girl didn't get make it in uni on her first try, and she started in grade 11 like me. I'm nervous, and want to make it into Uni on my first try. I don't want to wait a year...

Plus the music is really difficult, and the range is huge. In practically every song there was an effin' bassoon solo!

I SAW AN ENGLISH HORN.
THEY ARE SO COOL.
They look like big oboes, and sound like god's voice + sex.

Besides that, there is nothing really new. I helped Phillip buy a new pair of shoes, and the sweater I was wearing got a lot of compliments. Yay, now I feel pretty because other people say I am! Lewlz.

Now to deal with these facebook notifications and my essay that is 3 days late as of tomorrow, when I hand it in.

Jimbo's Lullaby

Well, I couldn't remember my password to my old blog for the life of me.
So, this is the new one.
Yey!

I got my G1 today. And successfully drove to piano and bassoon lessons. Pretty freaky stuff. I was a little taken back when I realized how easy it is to get you license. The guy right before I finished had like 7 answers wrong, and the receptionist girl said to him: "I haven't marked it yet, but you may or may not want to revise questions da da da and da."
Meanwhile, I'm doing my test, thinking, "I'm probably going to get in an accident with that guy one day..."

uOttawa tomorrow. Freaky. I'm anxious to see the student. I hope he or she isn't a stupid bitch.

According to what I heard during lessons today, someone in the EDU ministry said that for the Chicago trip, the chaperones aren't allowed to be teachers. That includes Mr. P. Fuck eh.

The guy right after my lessons is really good at piano. His name is Reese, he is French and a pretty cool guy. He started piano at age 4, and is now in grade 8 or 9 repertoire. I'm pretty jealous, and wished my parents put me into music at such an early age. I mean, that guy has is set for his audition, which will be in 2 years at Ottawa U. I'm jealous, I mean, it's that easy to have a child who will pursue music. Just send 'em into music. Plus music is good for dee brain. Hm. If I could go back in time...

Well, that is all for ce soir. I'm looking forward to the blogothon in April!

Christmas is in 32 days. Let's hope Santa is ready.