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pitas
Friends, etc.
my first page.
Laura's blog.
our damn page, run Yell.
Anthony's page.
MOE's blog.
Jessica's blog.
PACErs Collective, run by Joan.
Aky's blog.
Yell's site.
Sally's blog.
Tim's AA.
I love
shrimp crackers, Marché's dill sauce grilled salmon mushroom pasta, cinnamon hearts, candy canes, swivel chairs on wheels, blueberries, instant noodles, icecream, the new-car smell, the Sharpie smell, blue, black, red, Canada, my family, my friends, staying up late, sleeping in, doodling and drawing random pictures, kiwis, dark chocolate, Tim Horton's Ice-Caps, cats, dogs, birds of paradise, Spongebob, Coffee Crisp, my long-lost knife, floating in pools, the smell of pool chlorine, skating, ice, snow, winter, snow days, pens, my scanner, my stuffed animals, my room, my red pants, my red fingerless gloves, the neighbourhood demon-cat, chocolate chip cookies, etc.
Books
Expendable
[James Alan Gardner]
Dead Romance
[Lawrence Miles]
The Colony
[Rob Grant]
The Free Lunch
[Spider Robinson]
The Pigman
[Paul Zindel]
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Sunday, March 16, 2003
08:11 p.m.
Missed the early mass, so my mommy got pissed. Spent FIVE FREAKING hours drawing a paper bag for art. Then I went to Arthur's b-day party! Yay! Bowling first... I didn't really do much for that, but I bought a Klondike! Woo!
Went back to Arthur's Large Spacious Home. Yes, in capitals, just to show how Large and Spacious it is. HE HAS AN AIR-HOCKEY NICHE, FOR GOD'S SAKE! I would be jealous. We watched The Ring. It was pretty scary, but not as scary as I thought it'd be. Of course, I'd expected to be scared shitless, mayhaps enough to piss my pants, but whatever. Anywho! I still don't get.. that girl is SO freaky!
i have to go to school tomorrow. Boo.
Saturday, March 15, 2003
11:54 p.m.
Today was.. interesting.. Woke up and went mushroom shopping. Then we went to Sears to buy my sister a new coat. My mom wanted me to try swimsuits, but all of them were either just so FUGLY or horribly nonfunctional (I mean, of course randomly attached belt buckles make the swimsuit MUCH more easier to swim in! freaks..).
Then we went to the library! Yay! However, I couldn't seem to find The Colony, by Rob Grant.. it was like it never existed! Blarg! It's such a great book! One of my favourite parts is when Ed finds out what the punishment for stowaways is: suspension of life, in other words, the removal and pickling of the head and spinal column--"That was the painless procedure? Then what was the painful one? Removing his head and spinal column while simultaneously striking at his eyes with sharpened glockenspiel hammers?". This is also the book in which I discovered the delightful metaphor, "black as Stalin's soul". Too bad I couldn't find it.. I took out a book with lots of pretty pictures of cats instead.
By the time we got home, it was two, and hotpot at Sally's was at three.. so I really didn't have time to do anything, except attempt to start my sketchbook assignment. I suck at proportioning.. and I suck even more at shading.. ugh. Anywho, I didn't get much further than a tenative outline when I up and went to Sally's. As usual, I was the first one there.. blah blah.. people started arriving.. blah blah.. Skip to the actual hotpot part! Whoosh! I ate mushrooms. And beef. And noodles and stuff. But mostly mushrooms. I swear, if you slit me open right now, you'd find a rather sickening mixture of mushrooms and coke. I'm STUFFED.
Tomorrow: early Mass and Arthur's b-day party!
Friday, March 14, 2003
11:31 p.m.
Three entries in one day.. wow, I'm really bored. Anywho, I was just going through the PACErs Collective for updates, when I realized something: a disproportionate number of us are born in March. Which sucks much ass. I mean, before, I was only aware of two March b-days, Tim's and Arthur's. But noooooo! After re-reading the profiles, I realized that Anthony and Jessica were March babies as well. And this revelation HAD to come after I'd spent the remainder of my money on Arthur's b-day present! Blarg! Like, the hell? I'm spending money on you guys as fast, no, faster than I can get it! I know, I know, it's my fault for being broke and indebted to my mother and KT, but still! Argh! I'm pointing accusingly at you all while simultaneously banging my head on the computer screen. I guess this is a roundabout way of saying, "Sorry if your presents come late this year."
Friday, March 14, 2003
11:02 p.m.
Damn, everyone's talking about change in their blogs... so I think I'll talk about my dreams! I had the funnest dream two nights ago! I helped incite a riot in a sleepy southern township! Woo! There were these "bad guys" who were trying to stop me and my accomplice, by trying to kill us, of course, but the kindly dollar-store manager hid us under shelves of chocolate milk. I can't quite remember, but I think our cause was to lift the cruel and unjust ban on Polo mints.. Anywho, it was a rocking dream.
One of my favourite (non-recurring) dreams is the one where I went drinking with Sally and Bion! Well, not drinking as in drinking alcohol, per se. See, Sally and I went into this café/bar (looked like a café, felt like a bar..), where we bumped into Bion, who bought me a tall, foamy, coffee-based drink (with cinnamon on top!). A bunch of crap not worth remembering happened, and then Sally and I left the café/bar, stumbling and tipsy, even though I didn't recall drinking any alcohol. So there we were, strolling down a dark, shady, tree-lined street, and then we felt that there was someone following us. Scared shit-less, we continued at an even pace. Horror-movie music and fearful glancing-back ensued. This dream happened way back in grade seven, so I can't remember exactly how it ended, but I think my dad drove up and the scariness dissapated. Yay, dad!
Friday, March 14, 2003
10:37 p.m.
I can't believe I hafta go back to school on Monday.. This March Break seemed so short! I did half the things I'd wanted to do, a few things I didn't think I'd do, and none of the things I was supposed to do (like finish my art sketchbook assignment..).
Today was okee. We (me, my mommy, my sister) went shopping! I bought Arthur his b-day present, and clothes for Yell's b-day party, even though I'm still broke/in debt. Blarg. We also saw Shanghai Knights. It was an okee movie...
Damnit! I don't want to go back to school!
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
09:58 p.m.
I had a whole bunch of complaints about today, but now I'm not so sure if I wanna type them now, 'cause I'm all full and content from my favourite restaurant.. ah well, maybe later!
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
02:50 p.m.
[excerpt from A day in the life of a tricycle, by Frostbite]
The tricycle sat there. Doing nothing. All alone. Doing absolutely nothing.
Sounds boring doesn't it? Well it probably was. The only thing that kept the tricycle from dying slowly but agonizingly of boredom was the fact that it was an inanimate object, and therefore unaware of it's surroundings, or even the fact that it was supposed to be bored. It could not experience emotions, such as boredom or anything of the like. And even if it could, being an inanimate object, it wouldn't be able to do anything about it, such as tell us, or attempt escape. And this is why we will never truly know the depths of suffering of a tricycle.
Monday, March 10, 2003
11:48 p.m.
I have a million more important things to say, but.. I just have to say it now: wouldn't it be funny if guys wrote self-insertion romance fanfics? Seriously! I've never come across a male Mary-Sue, ever! Would we call them Billy-Sue's? Would they have the same bad spelling, bad grammar, and horribly non-existant plots? You know what'd be even crazier, though, is a SLASH Billy-Sue.. with heavy lemon.. ewwwww! Can you imagine? I'm freaked out already. I never want to read one, and I hope they don't exist.
Sunday, March 9, 2003
11:48 p.m.
Bwahaha! Victory is ours! When I say "ours", I'm referring to my sister and me, of course, in our never-ending quest to build a better igloo! Today, for the first time ever, we had enough time, diligence, and snow in our backyard to build a snow dome in which the two of us could sit in AT THE SAME TIME!! YAR! We started after a hearty lunch of instant noodles, and came in at around two thirty. We rock! This is the rocking-est snow structure we've ever built! Woo! Though.. if I think about it, we'll never actually sit in it again after today, which is sorta funny since we put so much effort into it.
Anywho, I was frozen when I came in. I seriously could not feel my legs. In an attempt to warm up, I drank hot chocolate, took a hot shower, and then went over to Kyle's for hotpot. None of these methods worked, by the way. I still feel frozen.
Tomorrow is dentist day. And after that, we're visiting old family friends that've come back from Hong Kong again, after leaving about nine years ago. I think the daughter's name is Janice or something, I just usually call her by her chinese name. Neh, whatever.
Saturday, March 8, 2003
11:13 p.m.
Watching Two Towers on the other computer right now. Well, not really. We were about halfway through when we paused it and then accidently made it go all the way back to the beginning. Blarg. So now I'm sorta half-listening while I type this silly crap.
Friday
Woke up at 7:30 to eight-ish and lounged around for some time waiting for Yell to summon me to her house again. Then I got hungry and put these fun little bite-sized quiches into the toaster-oven. So my mom, my sister and I watched some Spongebob while they were heated to perfect cheesy-egg goodness. Yell called while they were still cooking; half of them were awake, it seemed. By the time I'd finished eating the quiches (which were damn good, by the way) and mommy drove me to Yell's house, everyone except Joan was awake and eating breakfast.
I wanted to go and jump in the snow, but noone else except Aky was willing to come with. Ah well. We had a fun time, considering that we weren't dressed very well for the occasion. Moo the Cat of Doom was created, standing at three and a half inches, truly a fearsome snow creature. He will forever guard Yell's backyard, until the spring melt comes. We were getting a tad cold, so we decided to go back inside. A little while later, Aky's mom came to pick her up. I flopped into a game of Malarky with Addie. All the game chips camouflage into the big pillow, so.. Okee, I had a point there, but I forgot it. Moving on.. after Malarky, a bunch of us trooped downstairs and played/watched people play more video games. Mario Party.. Mario Kart.. Mario Tennis.. everything cute and happy, especially when contrasted with Devil May Cry the night before. Oh, did I mention? During that time, Arthur came downstairs and proposed to JonA. Needless to say, it was the funniest thing I've witnessed in a long, long time.
Matt and Tim came downstairs later, I think they were gonna set up the ping pong table or something. I was lying there, wrapped up in a few blankets already, so Tim started to pile all the sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows on me. Thankfully, he left my face clear so I could breathe. Such a considerate boy.
I was settling down for a nap when the ceiling started to thump. "They must all be playing DDR upstairs," I said to myself. I could cope with that, but then someone started playing the piano as well. For about an hour I lay there, dozing for brief periods of time before an especially loud thump, or snatch of laughter, or piano mistake. Finally, I gave up and went upstairs.
At some point, we had pizza for lunch. I don't remember exactly when, so I'll just insert that right here. Seeing as it was a Friday, during Lent, a few of us were a bit wary about eating meat, so we decided to have a pizza with meat, and a pizza with no meat, with vegetables and all that instead. But nooo, SOMEONE went and had the mushrooms put on the same pizza as the pepperoni..
The rest of the day flew by and soon it was dinner time! At Swiss Chalet! Chicken soup (Sally ate the chicken part of that for me), perogies, etc. I sat across Michelle, with Yell to the right, Bion to the left, and Sally.. diagonally-ish. After eating, Michelle and I behaved like complete children and mixed all the leftover dipping sauces together. Let's see.. we had the "Cajun" sauce that went with my perogies, the salsa from Michelle's order, a pat of butter, a pat of margarine, Matt's leftover chicken dipping sauce (complete with drowned french fries!), sour cream, freshly squeezed lime juice from Sally's lime daquiri, and lots and lots of pepper. It didn't taste half bad, actually, and as I left with my mom to go swimming, they were daring Arthur to try some. I wonder if he did..
Right. Next came swimming with the family. My sister and I came up with this game: steal a couple of plastic boats from the baby pool, set them up between us, and try to sink each other's with the ball. Mine were yellow, and hers were red. It was actually pretty fun, until my sister pegged this girl right in the face with the ball. It was, of course, a complete accident, but I have to admit, it was pretty damn funny.. I mean.. unfortunate. As is tradition, we drove to Tim Horton's after to get Timbits and an Ice-Cap for me. Yum!
Saturday, March 8, 2003
12:23 p.m.
MARCH BREAK! WOO! Two days in, and already tons of crazy crap has happened.. There's so much to type.. but I'll type everything! EVERYTHING! You know why? 'Cause I'm crazy! BWAHAHAHA!
Er.. yar. Let's divide this up, shall we?
Thursday
Frankly, I can't remember a single thing about school that day.. oh wait! Oh.. no, nevermind. I canna think of anything about school. Who pays attention on the last day, anywho? You could always take that question one step further and ask, "Who goes to school on the last day" instead, but let's not get into that one right now.. Got home, showered, ate, watched some TV.. Then I went over to Yell's house! Always loads of fun! Many other people arrived, and I shall list them here, in no specific chronological order: MOE, KT, Bion, Arthur, Tim, Matt, Laura, Paula, Michelle, Anthony, Sally, Addie, Erica Fong, Aky, Joan.
We watched TV. Dinner consisted of chicken, pork, rice, macaroni and cheese.. casserole? and GRAVY! There was salad as well, but, we all know I rarely touch salad, let alone CONSUME it. Then we all gathered round to play video games, and MOE, GGX2 DOES rock! We played that for a long time. I tried using Chipp again, and again I sucked ass. But Chipp is still the ultimate druggie! He can teleport, for crying out loud! And he's a ninja! If I ever meet him in real life (which I highly doubt, seeing as he's a two-dimensional character and all), I WILL go all screaming fangirl-ish and drool-y, even if his hair sort of scares me. As usual at these sort of gatherings, people kinda broke up into little groups and did their own thing. KT and I stayed to watch various people (MOE, Bion, Anthony) play Devil May Cry. We managed to get a fair number of people to come back and watch the flying-sword-sudden-impalation scene, which is one of the rockingest scenes ever! I can't say that everyone loved the scene, though. But come on, people, it's just a little blood!
For some reason, we then had to pack up and go downstairs and play on an old, old TV set. Well technically, I didn't play, but I did play some ping pong! And at least three different people tried to fit into this little blue plastic car that Yell had in her basement. We are truly an odd bunch.
The rest of the evening is a bit blurry to me. At some point, I observed a lively game of Malarky. At another point, I remember watching Spongebob videos. Then KT and MOE left, and I drifted aimlessly around the house for some time.
The next thing I remember is Sally struggling to read out the rules for this game called "Nightmare". It's a board game with an accompanying video. Apparently, Sally's had this game for a couple of years now, and has never played it. This was around midnight, that we all sat down in the living room. I can't believe it took over half an hour to read a few paragraphs of instructions. We are truly a slow bunch. I had to go home at twelve thirty, and I was a tad pissed that I would miss the video. Well, I was also a tad pissed that I would miss the actual sleeping part of the sleepover, and that the peach wine cooler wasn't as tasty as the label had suggested to me. However, a night's sleep in my own bed made up for it all, sorta.
Coming up later on today, if I find the time, an account of Friday's events! What's that I hear? Nobody cares because almost everyone who reads this page was actually THERE at Yell's house? Well, too bad! Besides, I'm only typing this up so I can remember it. I'm crazy AND forgetful. Yay!
Wednesday, March 5, 2003
09:33 p.m.
Last day of school tomorrow! Woo! And today is Ash Wednesday. So.. Happy Ash Wednesday, I guess.. You know how sometimes when you wake up in the morning, your throat is all dry and hurting? Well, I've had that stupid feeling all day. If I'm sick, I will kill someone.
Tuesday, March 4, 2003
10:49 p.m.
Went home, showered, ate, took a nap.
Woke up a seven, ate, stared into space.
Regained consciousness at eight, alternately: worked on essay, sang Take On Me with the computer, talked to people, stared into space.
Guess what? Now I'm done my essay! Woo! Well, I'm done-ish, as this is only the rough draft. But hey, who cares?
And guess what else? Two days until March Break! Woo!
And pray for a snow day, everyone. Pray like you've never prayed before.
Monday, March 3, 2003
11:06 p.m.
Monday, March 3, 2003
06:28 p.m.
Tim, I believe this belongs to you:
Keep the mouse over the box thing to make it stop, click and drag to make it go up and down, etc. Sorry in advance for the probably crappy job, but keep in mind that I'm new at this sort of crap.. I'll try to fix it if it messes up, just tell me.
In other news, I found my favourite jeans again! And to my joy, they still fit me perfectly! But I also rediscovered the reason why I haven't worn them since the grade 8 grad trip! There's a hole. Patched up, but it's still strange to have a purple patch on the left ass-cheek.. My poor jeans had got caught on something in the washing machine! I mourn for it still; I haven't worn another pair of jeans since, I think.
Sunday, March 2, 2003
04:21 p.m.
Java = fun!
[Copyright The J Maker, though the actual picture's by some guy named Raoul, or Paul.. or maybe even Paoul. I really don't give a shit, 'cause I stole this picture way back in '98]
Saturday, March 1, 2003
11:59 p.m.
Just read MOE's blog for today. Never again will you be going to No Frills, eh? I have the same relationship with Swiss Chalet! I go, I eat, I feel bloated, and then I vow to never again step foot in a Swiss Chalet. And I keep going back for more! It's become sort of like a ritual now..
Anywho, attended my daddy's school reunion. St. Louis, Hong Kong. We got there around seven, and got home at eleven. As usual at these reunions, I don't eat much, as almost everything is saturated with seafood or spinach that looks like hair. As usual, we bought several tickets for the lucky draw, and as usual, we didn't win anything. Oh wait.. I think once we won a clock or something. But damn! This guy at our table won a bottle of good wine. We never win anything like THAT. I wore this fun shirt my mommy'd bought me on Friday. It's black, and it has long flowy sleeves, and the neck is two thirds the length of the sleeves! It truly is a turtle-neck.
Which reminds me! The turtle's condition is no longer as pitiable. She's alive and trying to escape again, though still a bit bloated. We'd rushed out and bought some turtle medicine. Yes, there's turtle medicine, believe it or not.
I'm fully appreciating Big Shiny Tunes 3. It has helped me through a never-ending week of agony, and made doing the art portfolio go that much faster. I thank you profusely, Ben.
Before we'd gone to the reunion, my parents and I went to Curry's. I love Curry's. I bought a sketchbook that looks like a slimmed-down bible, almost. I now owe my parents about seventy dollars. I owe KT about seven dollars. In short, I'm in loads of debt. Ugh.
The 30-hour Famine on Friday was fun. Well, relatively more fun than last year, because more people I knew were there. Chris Sparkes tried to catch me off guard and kill me again.. He has such a cool name. Why does he get a cool name? Why not me? I'm jealous now. I've got to kill him before he kills me. Maybe I.. no, nevermind. I won't reveal my cunning plan here where he might catch wind of it.. (I find it a bit strange to be typing while having my eyes go all shifty)
We also had some group reminiscing going on during the famine. Hours of lifeless, hallucinogenic fun! I wrapped myself up in the guys' jackets for a good hour or so; Bion's jacket makes a good pillow. I also tried to learn how to play Brisk. My brain hurted from it much. At the end of the famine, we were fed with subs. Ugh. I ate mine anywho. Funny, during the actual famine I didn't feel hungry at all, just unbearably thirsty. My stomach growled a lot during English on Friday, though.
Saturday, March 1, 2003
11:11 p.m.
Tons of crazy crap has happened so far this weekend! I will write about that tomorrow.. or the day after.. whatever.
Thursday, February 27, 2003
11:05 p.m.
You know what's ironic? MOE has been putting off painting her art portfolio. She's been diligently mixing paints to find the exact right colour to paint the faces of the angels on her portfolio. Skin tones are SO hard to mix from bright brown and bright yellow and bright red... Anywho, she finally gave up on the whole skin colour thing, and started to paint her portfolio. The angels look a tad yellow, but maybe that's just me talking.. Anywho! I got home today and found that, for no apparant reason, my mom had decided to go out to Curry's today and buy me a sizeable jar of pinkish-skin-colour portrait acrylic! Wow! Eerie coincidence or what? That's the most ironic thing I've been involved in for a long long time, actually.
Speaking of MOE.. I found the tape with that song on it! The Take On Me song! Woo!
And I've been on famine for almost.. five hours now! Woo! I really don't feel the difference though.. yet.. Sally says she's "hungie", though, so yar.
Okee.. and stupid MSN messenger just signed me out automatically and won't let me back in.. so.. sorry to those of you I was talking to, if you're reading this.. and to wrap stuff up.. MOE, I WILL call Aky about her tape-playing-thing. Good luck, Ryan. And last but not least, =) to you too, Yell.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
11:38 p.m.
March Break to-do list:
- buy a dress for Yell's stupid.. I mean... positively-will-be-loads-of-fun formal sweet sixteen B-day party.
- try eel rice.
- catch up on all the school crap I've been putting off.
- something something.. I can't remember anymore...
And that's as far as I go in terms of planning the future.
The turtle is diseased. She's all bloated and non-moving... We're scared she's gonna die, or something. Pets don't really last very long in this family..
Big snow recently. I can't tell if the dead rabbit is still on the side of the road or not, since it'd be under the snow, or pushed aside by the snow plough.. Won't some little kid walking to school during spring thaw get a surprise? "Mommy, what's tha--ewwwwwww!" I can just picture the little brat running away squealing like a little girl.
People don't know how to open my car door. I've waited a long time for the right moment to insert this little complaint somewhere where it will make sense, but screw it, I say. Our car is red, and I love it. Sure, it's almost as old as me, but I love it anywho. People (eg. Sally) don't understand how to open the door! Seriously! We get to wherever we're dropping them off, then they fumble for a couple of seconds with the door handle, and give up. Then I say, "Pull the handle in while pushing out." For some reason, they just can't do it! Gah! So I usually have to lean over and open the door for the silly incompetent person.
G'night.
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
06:42 p.m.
Today, I feel like wasting time, so I did this silly little personality test:
How Evil Are YOU?
[from Slugbutter]
And this:
What Political Extremity Are YOU?
You are Socialist
What: Socialism Where: At the distant bottom-left of the politcal spectrum How: Based on communism, socialism is a much more authoritarian approach to a worker-led society. People are guaranteed jobs and given them, while being closely regulated. It has been attempted and failed in countries including the Soviet Union.
[Slugbutter again... Communism WORKS! Just.. not in real life, that's all. Stupid greedy power-hungry people screw it up, s'all.. My favourite metaphor? "With hair as black as Stalin's soul."]
This is another political quiz:
Where Are You On the Political Map?
The red dot shows where you are on the political map
"According to your answers, your political philosophy is
authoritarian. Authoritarians want government to advance society and individuals through expert
central planning. They often doubt whether self-government is practical. Left-authoritarians are also called socialists, while fascists are right-authoritarians."
[recommended by Slugbutter.. the Advocates for Self-Government, huh? They sound very.. different.]
And another one:
Disorders!
[found in Slugbutter's blog.. who IS this guy, anywho? Tee-hee, personality disorders..]
And another:
What Flavour Are You?
 Hmmm... Tastes like Chicken.
Am I chicken? Am I a frog? Am I human? All unfamiliar meats taste like chicken, and that's what I am, an unfamiliar meat.
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[am I bored, or what?]
Oh, and.. yeah. I'll stop now. I really should go do some English. I've done minimal work since the start of this bitch of a semester. I bet you anything that this will all come back to bite me.
Monday, February 24, 2003
07:56 p.m.
Been thinking about my childhood. Everyone should be remembering the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! That is, unless you didn't grow up in North America during the 80's.. Ah.. they rocked! Who was that reporter girl? April May or something like that? And who remembers that TV show Ghostwriter? Where these kids (one from each ethnicity, I believe) run around solving mysteries, and this invisible presence follows them and makes words appear out of thin air? Or Dudley the Dragon! God, I hate that dragon/guy-in-a-cheap-dragon-suit! Gives the rest of us dragons a bad name, the big dumb oaf... I remember this one episode where he and the two preppy little kids that follow him around the forest got trapped in a gingerbread house, and they decided to eat their way out to safety. Of course, we all remember Sailor Moon! It was all the rage in grade three! And Inspector Gadget! Did you know that they have a newer cartoon series? He has a talking car now! Though I think the old Inspector Gadget is better. Sesame Street.. Mr. Dress-Up.. Polkadot Door... What about Ghostbusters? That giant marshmallow-like dude! I remeber him vaguely. The first time I went to the movies was to watch The Lion King. I went with my dad and Natalie. When we walked out after the show, us kids were so dizzy from coming out of the dark that Natalie walked right into a pole. Tee-hee. And the songs of my childhood?
 [Iancomix rocks!]
I also remember Madonna's Material Girl song.. And my earliest memory of Michael Jackson is seeing his Black or White music video on TV...
This is fun. So is this! And this! Blarg. I gotta go do my stupid art portfolio. Paint hates me.
Sunday, February 23, 2003
01:18 a.m.
Mainstage, Day 4:
Yesterday was the last performance! I feel sad... but I feel so damn relieved. Some of the actors (well, actresses) started to cry backstage before the last number.
Today, daddy woke me up at ten. I didn't wanna wake up, but eventually, after much raging by my parents, I did. I ate... what was it that I ate for breakfast..? Oh yeah, cinnamon buns. Mmm.. Then I did all my science homework, and started to paint my stupid art portfolio, which looks like crap, by the way... a crappily painted crappy border on a crappily taped-together portfolio, with a crappily inked crappy name in the crappily crap-ful middle. The art teacher had refused to let me just ink a big initial "B", so I had to shorten my name to "Bea". Ugh. NOONE CALLS ME "BEA" AND LIVES! Guess I'll hafta kill myself after.. I painted and painted and painted, and all I got done were four leaves in the border. Ate dinner at about five thirty, then gave up on painting. I turned on the TV to find Kurt Cobain singing All Apologies at me. I never knew that such a pretty song could exist! I caught the very end of the Ghostbusters movie, too. After that was a bunch of Michael Jackson stuff. I saw his Saturday Night Fever video.. he looked so young and happy and normal! Left for Mainstage at six, because I wanted to finish watching Thriller, which is a crazy-fun music video!
Since we hadn't struck anything on Friday, there was nothing to set up, so I wandered around the school, and helped this grade nine kid from the arts council get the snacks to sell at intermission. Then I went to Jagger's again with Kevin. This time he listened to me and bought some mini-Oreos. Everyone got roses from Miss Diliddo. I picked a pretty red one. People started arriving, eg. Joan, Yell, Laura, KT, AY... Chris Sparks was there too, again. The headsets were still down, but it didn't matter. No technical problems came up, really, except that female Kelly's lab was down for a while again. The audience wasn't very responsive this time, which sucked, because the previous audience kicked so much ass. There were no brownies, so I bought a double-chocolate cookie instead, which was almost as good.
The show ended at ten, but there was all this recognition stuff and speeches. I didn't listen to any of that, because we were too busy striking everything. We had to have everything taken down by eleven so the janitors could close up. It was crazy, as crazy as feeder school day. We had to put away all our stuff, separate Chris Scott's stuff from our own, move all the scaffolding around so that Chris Scott could remove his lights from our ceiling, and BLARG! Exhaustion! Sally and I left first out of the BATCO people, at like, eleven ten, and only because my daddy was waiting for us. Chris Scott had disappeared without taking his crap with him, so everyone was waiting around for him. I'm sore all over, again. Thank God it's over, now I can have actual weekends again. I want to fall asleep and never have to wake up again.
Saturday, February 22, 2003
01:24 a.m.
Mainstage, Day 3/Feeder School Day:
Yesterday, day three, was the day crap got screwed up. For the feeder school performance (St. Ed's and St. Mark's), female Kelly's lab (clip-on mike) died or something, so there was a lot of scrambling around to check and recheck the deadness of her mike and finally just get her another one between the scenes. And noone told me that there'd be no intermission for the feeder school performance. So.. yeah, I was a tad confuzzled when, at the end of Act One, the actors started singing all over again. The worst part about the feeder school performance was the part that came after the actual musical.. the hurried clean-up of the electrical cords and equipment before all the other BA people came into the caf for lunch. It was horrible. I didn't even know what was happening at first. Immediately after the last number, the lights went on, the elementary school kids stampeded out, the caf was opened, tables were being set back up, and all our technical crap was crammed into the tech room. It only took us five to ten minutes of intense scrambling, but nonetheless, I was hot, sweaty, and tired by the time we finished. A lot of the Mainstage people went home after that, but I went to my last two classes anywho. In art, I painted my portfolio very, very slowly, as usual. In science, we had a supply. Bion gave me a large, huggable Gatorade bottle and in return, I gave him two lollipops. I love that Gatorade bottle. I don't know how I'd lived without it before.
Then I stayed after school for the second performance. Kevin and I went across to Jagger's, because I owed him a snack. He found a dime in a mud puddle and wiped it off on my jacket, the little turd. I was going to kill him, but then the light changed, and we crossed the street instead. He bought some sweet candy crap which I ate anywho, because I was SO freaking hungry. Ate dinner (fries, coke, and chicken strips) with Sally and Kevin at the Sandwich Station. I got plum sauce on my gloves. Then me and Sally took a nap on the couch on stage left. Stage left is so spacious and large and well lit! My side of the stage is dark, small, and cramped, but I love it anyways. Chris Scott, the hired guy, was playing his stupid music over the speakers again.. I didn't really mind it the first couple of times, but after listening to it for roughly over ten hours combined, played loudly over large, surrounding speakers, it got repetitive and damn irritating. Fell asleep to System of a Down. Dunno where Kevin went. Woke up to Trevor Piper shuffling around stage left. As always when I sleep on couches, I woke up with an excrutiating amount of back pain. No, not just back pain... neck pain, shoulder pain, and all the other body parts. Sally left to go God-knows-where. I went back to sleep. Woke up. Was still sore all over.
Started setting up for the show. Found that the headsets were dead. Wasn't that just the best thing to happen to us, less than an hour before the show? And the solution? Two dinky little walkie-talkies, one for Brian and one for everyone else. And me, the runner. Though I didn't really have to run around more than usual, since Richard magically showed up and did most of the running for me. Yay Richard! And the show wasn't as crazy-bad as it could have been, considering there was little/no communication between the tech people.. And the audience reactions were great. I think they found the musical immensely amusing, because they laughed in all the right places, and even during some of the numbers that are supposed to have a sadder sort of atmosphere. Like the migrant scene. This is where "Roberto" sings about growing up picking crops for a living, and his mother is sad and blah blah blah. But there really is a lot of funny stuff happening in the background. Physical abuse and people getting beat up, in slow-motion, no less (since it's sort of a dream-sequence-type thing). All the previous audiences didn't really notice/acknowledge that stuff, but THIS audience laughed every time a punch landed. And my favourite scene, the Charlie Blossom scene... Charlie Blossom is a stoner. It's a funny, funny scene, and every audience laughs during it, but there are a few parts in it where I find that it's just me laughing. But this audience rocked ass! They laughed in all the right places, in all the places I laughed, and then some. It was crazy-fun to hear them laugh uncontrollably.
This time, I bought TWO brownies during intermission, and with MY OWN MONEY! Ooo! Go me! And Ambrose drove me and Sally home again. The end.
Friday, February 21, 2003
12:48 a.m.
Mainstage, Day 2:
Again, that was technically yesterday, and again, I really don't care. Blah, blah, basically the same as day one, except this time I had a larger Ice-cap. And I'd went with Sally instead. And Kevin and BATCO Nick arrived shortly after. Tim Horton's is so great. We sat there for a good three hours, and they didn't chase us rabble-rousing kids away! I've never used the term "rabble-rousing" before. Such a strange phrase... And Ambrose drove us home. And I'm done my science homework and don't plan to do any English; both subjects can bite me.
Thursday, February 20, 2003
01:47 a.m.
Mainstage, Day 1:
Well, technically, yesterday was day one, but who gives a shit? I mean, it's only 1:47 am.. we're barely into Thursday anyway.. Besides, by the time I got home from school, it was almost eleven. I showered and ate, and all of a sudden it was eleven thirty! BLARG! Maybe I should start at the beginning..
For those of you who don't know anything, Mainstage is a musical theatre production at my school. I am on BATCO [Brother André Technical C-something O-something]. People from BATCO signed up to do all the technical stuff for Mainstage. I was one of those people. Aren't I the stupid one? People in Mainstage lose entire weekends, and precious after-school relaxation time. But of course, I didn't really know that it would come to that when I signed up for it. And even though I'm not a very crucial or knowledgable tech person, my stupid guilt quota kept me from dropping it, like some other people I know. *cough* Ryan *cough* WM-Brian...
Anywho, the actual shows with actual audiences started today. I stayed after school to "help set up". I think I finally understand how to set up the headset things! Woo! Go me! Only after weeks of observing other people set them up! Then people left, since there were about three hours until the show started. I didn't, because I had no ride. Did a tiny amount of science homework, then went for dinner with Denise and Kevin. First we walked to Pizza Pizza, seeing as Kevin supposedly brought along a couple of free pizza coupons. He couldn't find them once we got there, and the Pizza Pizza dude said that those coupons were only good for 48 hours after the Raptors game last Friday. So... we ran away to Tim Horton's. I had soup and a mini-baguette and an Ice-cap. Yum! Denise had a soup and a tea biscuit and a hot chocolate. I gave Kevin my doughnut, even though he'd specifically asked for a muffin. He's a horribly picky eater. We finally decided to go to the Sandwich Station across the school to get Kevin his dinner, but guess what? When we got there, it was closed. Go us! So we went to Jagger's instead. I bought Ringolos. Ringolos are good. We got back to school, and other people started showing up, like Sally (who'd gone home to take a nap). Then it was time to take our places. I "live" on stage right, along with Brian (note that it's Brian and not WM-Brian.. two completely different people!). We move props and give cues and generally vegetate backstage. Well, at least I vegetate; Brian actually makes himself useful.
The show itself went really well, I think. During intermission, Sally got Ambrose to buy her a brownie, which I ate on her behalf. Brownies are good.
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
10:06 p.m.
BREAKING NEWS! KT'S GOT A PUPPY!
Oh, and go here! It's so damn freaky! [Courtesy of Bion and Tim.]
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
07:20 p.m.
Recently, someone told me that I blog entirely too often. Is this true, people? Well? IS it? If you said yes, you are absolutely correct. I have nothing better to do, or I don't feel like doing stuff I should be doing, like finding stupid non-rhyming poets for English.
I talked (and am talking) to Hakim today, about the Canadian education system (for some reason we always end up talking about that, or coke...), and he says that the Canadian government's percent grade for "average" is 75, but the Ontario average is 70! Blarg! Ontario sucks. You might think they're trying to give more students a chance at being average, but I choose to take it as they think we're all stupid or somesuch. Anywho, I've stopped talking to Hakim now, the poor guy has a 1500 word English essay for tomorrow... See how much English sucks? Though I think it wouldn't suck as much as if we had all our courses taught in, say, Japanese or Chinese...
Oh, and the dead bunny I saw yesterday? On the road near my bus stop? It's still there. Though I don't think it's the corpse of the Mysterious Bunny anymore, as I also saw the Mysterious Bunny's tracks this morning in the snow. UNLESS! It's the ghost of the Mysterious Bunny! Come back to wreak his horrible vengeance on the driver that ran him over! OR! The Mysterious Bunny can travel through time, and came to the future to find out where he died exactly, so his adoring female bunny fans can build him an elaborate, expensive shrine there in advance! Or MAYBE! It's not him at all! It's his mother! If I gasp in shock any louder, I'll hyperventilate.
Monday, February 17, 2003
10:35 p.m.
Loads of crazy crap happened today! I narrowly missed the school bus home, KT and MOE came over, the power went out for a good hour or so, I was in a large, time-consuming msn conversation, and I met lots of crazy new people. Well, okee, maybe just one or two, but still! Anywho, my dad'll be all pissy at me soon, so bye!
Monday, February 17, 2003
12:21 a.m.
Bwahaha! Instead of sleeping, as I should be, I've archived all of my previous shaznat! The archives link will go in the top right corner with the profiles and the adventures. G'nite! Or, morning!
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Profiles, etc.
Adventures, etc.
Fun, etc.
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iancomix.
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weebl's stuff.
malevole.
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homestarrunner.
I hate
wobbly desks, yams, centipedes, mosquitos, drying my hair, Chinese mushrooms, shrimp, crab, seaweed, sushi, doing homework, intense sunlight reflected off snow, my swimming goggles fogging up, the smell of roses when I'm hungry, being late, the school's toilet paper, bibliographies, losing things, having both feet fall asleep, wearing skirts or dresses, wearing high heels, walking down stairs in high heels while being pushed along by an exiting crowd, sweltering hot summer days, melted snow, walking through slush, makeup, etc.
Music
OLP.
Chili Peppers.
System of a Down.
BNL.
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