Are my text posts hard to read with the new design?

Monday, January 31, 2011

HEY BITCH.

REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO ALL COMMENT ON EACH OTHERS BLOG POSTS, LIKE TRUE FRIENDS?!
YEAH, I DO TOO.
FUCK YOU ALL.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Stars

Well first semester is coming to an end. Am I happy? Don't know.
Music was good, well it was music, and it's not like I'm going to be missing mr. p, seeing as I'll be around him like 24/7 next semester.
Cooking though, that will be missed. All those failed cooking labs, cooking with Joe, the Mrs. Williams Nazi theory. Fighting with Zack, fighting with Mrs. Williams, and really just being with those 6 (plus Matthieu every now and then) and making stupid ass jokes all the time.
Lunch will remain lunch, including the debate between who is in the old and new group. I still say that Phil wasn't in the old group, and not really Jesse either.
Math will be missed; singing in class, being yelled at by Soucy, mocking his accent. It was a good course, well all good besides the actual work.
And then English. I will miss mocking Crete. And arguing with Hamilton.
I won't miss the drama though, and I need to find a new girl to beat insanely. LOL.
I don't think that will ever die. I guess thats just the craziness of highschool.
I AM FUCKING READY FOR UNIVERSITY THOUGH.

Another chapter close, and another opening.
It's weird to think we only have one more "first semester."
See you all at the finish line. Unless you die.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Water Game

Tried pirating Finale 2011. I didn't get anywhere. Sigh, I guess I'll have to stick with my free shit program.
I wish I had a whole orchestra in my garage to do my bidding.

On the bus, I realized how awesome Tchaikovsky is. I mean his Swan Lake is enough, but he has some much more great stuff, symphonies number 1 - 6 are all amazing. I hope I can go see New World Symphony by Dvorak with mr. P this up coming spring.

Speaking of mister P, I'm taking a grade 9 co-op with him. This will be fun, I am really looking forward to it, and it appears he is too. He has become my favourite teacher, mostly beacuase I see him everyday for at least 80 minutes and on Tuesdays, tag on another hour. Second semester I will be seeing him for 2 periods, plus an hour on Tuesdays, and the same will be with Madame Clermont minus the Tuesdays.

I'm going to have only 2 teachers next semester, luckily they're both my faves. And thank God they are split up by periods.





















These are the story to my life ^

Monday, January 17, 2011

Winter Dreams

I'm learn to Spreed. 


Dear Friends

Dear friends,
It is with the saddest heart that I pass on the following.  Please join
me in remembering a great icon.

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and
complications from repeated pokes in the belly.  He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly-greased coffin.  Dozens of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs.  Butterworth, Hungry
Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and
Cap'n Crunch.  The grave site was piled high with flours as long- time
friend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man
who never knew how much he was kneaded.  Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.  He was not
considered a very "smart" cookie, wasting much of his dough on
half-baked schemes.  Despite being a little flaky at times, he -- even
still, as a crusty old man -- was considered a roll model for millions.
Toward the end, it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was no
tart.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough
and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven.  He is also survived by
his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about twenty minutes.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Peace

I was contemplating the meaning of life and the universe,
and how the big bang was created
and how lucky we are that this earth is "just right" in terms of gravity,
not too strong nor too weak,
plus positioned just the right distance from the sun
without us burning up or freezing,
and then coming to us as people, there where millions of sperm trying to get in that one egg,
and WE WON BITCHES.
then we are born, and live in a great country, and have people who care and love us.
How important is that penthouse now?




Fiera

bad idea: going to bed at 6 am today, then waking up at 8 am to walk home, then being awake. I want to die. The house is a mess, and the parents will be back in about... 14 hours.
BUT I NEED THAT TIME TO SLEEP.
The joys of being a stupid teen.


Epicenter of the Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima, Japan ^

Saturday, January 15, 2011

BAD FUCKING IDEA LOL.

YOU MUST READ EVERY LETTER OF 11 YEAR OLD SARAH'S BLOG

http://sarah-drama101.blogspot.com/


Assez Vif

Bad idea, having a party tonight. I'm really not feeling it. Should I cancel? I can't, is it too late?
Sigh.
Should I make this my blog backround or keep it the mountains?

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Rouge

Download on WiFi 1 hour movie with Alex. I hope this doesn't pass my usage monthly =[.
BAD IDEA.
Black Swan again though.



Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Pathetic

I decided it would be a great idea to figure out and write my bad idea post at 11:45 pm. Bad idea. Yay for procrastination. It appears all I do is procrastinate, is it me, or can I change it? It's a little disappointing and I feel dumb when I do procrastinate, but can I just blame it on my genes, like "I was born that way"? Or is it a lack of interest? Or do I just cave under the pressure of deadlines subconsciously? I don't know, and don't plan on pursuing the answer, I will leave that for tomorrow. Lol. All you blogothoners, BLOG NOW.

Bad idea 2: go out with Megan into Rockland right now. 

Sunday, January 9, 2011

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LET THE HATE FLOW THROUGH YOU.

Resurrection

It t'was the last day for me at work. So happy to be work free, and I don't plan on having another job for a while, after all I really don't need one. I know some many people in my grade who don't have a job and they are fine, mmyes?
Plus if I wanted back into the work world, I still have my 15+ months of McD "experience" to throw on my resume that puts me one step above.

Parents just just just left to Jamaica. I'm home alone for 7 days. This is going to be weird, I don't want to be home. I atleast want a personal chef. I hope all works out, but the night time is the worst, where ever creak, footstep, thud and clink can't be blamed on the parents. I must be agile, like a cat, with shifty eyes.
Meow.

My blog is really boring. Sorry, don't read it.

I will be on the computer a lot, so expect another post shortly.

I NEED HUMAN INTERACTIONS AND A WARM HOME MADE MEAL NOW.