ramblings.

You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.

Yeah… bun you if you came ’round not expecting angst today because I’m full of angsty teenager goodness. At least I have tomorrow’s downtown adventure to look forward to! Hooray! That wasn’t sarcastic, I’m actually really looking forward to tomorrow.

Today was lame. Went to doctor. MORE bloodwork. I’m getting frustrated with the bloodwork and the scans and all this STUFF. I’m scared and annoyed. And I don’t like needles XP

Le sigh…Regarding issues with certain biscuits, I’m not sure at all what to think or what to do. The girl’s not supposed to voice opinions but when have I EVER been the girl in these situations? Exactly. But I feel I should treat the biscuit-issue delicately lest something unfortunate happen. Though, if I leave the biscuit too long it may burn.and become wholly unpleasant. What the hell am I even talking about anymore.

I miss Nebby (old bassoon)! The flat flat temp is flat and has a horrible pinched tone and forces me to use the long bocal and play everything a semitone up. It’s quite unfortunate. CW is going alright…YEARBOOK should turn out quite well. Bassoon ensemble is awesome and we are NOT THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY. Nice challenging music with ensemble. School, not so much. XP

I need sleep. Considering that I’m in the midst of a six-day weekend, I should be unconscious right now. I’ll get on that tout de suite.

Seriously, I give up. I’ve tried posting the same entry like, three times. Here’s a super-truncated version. Blackmarket=Scary changerooms, free sunglasses, awesome skirt. Bread Bakery=BEST THING IN THE WORLD. I found the goggles that I want. Chapters=Enh. Subway ride home=HILARIOUS (esp. “Open Up A Resturaunt in Santa Fe” routine )

Everyone who didn’t go sucks. Another outing this week, kids!

And the question of the day: What would YOU do for a Klondike bar?

“Don’t fuck with me son, I’ll knife you! *waves fork*”
“Look at your hand.”
“Dammit!”

I don’t know if it’s funnier that the above actually happened, or that Julia was THREATENING TO KNIFE ME MALVERN-STYLES WITH A FORK.

Overall today was hilarious. SO much jetting about all the time, POETRY CAFE in English, quite fun. I read ‘The Highwayman’. I enjoyed it. Laetitia and I were pyromaniacs and ruined candles/tablecloths. I wooed William. XD

And how does weekend look? funfunfun for the whole family. Nothing special on Friday, ENSEMBLE on Saturday, get to see my favourite bassoonists (Okay, my only bassoonists) lesson/TYCW on Sunday! I get to introduce yearbook and all that excellent stuff. Also get to see my truncated list of lovers <3333 (I MISS YOU, WOMAN!)

Then it’s back to school and less fun. Echh…

To do:

() study for bio quiz
() pin pattern to fabric
() POETRY ANALYSIS, JAYSUS
() Learn French.
() CLEAN. MY. BLOODY. ROOM. Sheeze.

I can’t think of anything else I need to do, so I’ll waste time making wallets out of tape and candy wrappers. I always have something entertaining to do.

“What’s that? *gestures to wrestling medal*”
“It’s his medal for groping men.”
“You’re just jealous.”
“Why, because I don’t like groping men?”

I should probably be asleep now. Enh, nothing due tomorrow– FUCK, BIO QUIZ *studystudy*

I stabbed my stupid finger with a stupid needle and it STILL hurts. I don’t know why I’m so annoyed.

This week was rather nondescript. Music is going to be boring. Incredibly boring, at least at school. Nearly all the peices…wait, no. All of them. All except for the stuff we’re doing in Madrigals are stuff I’ve played or sang before. Blaaa.

But then bassoon ensemble’s going to kill me so perhaps this is a good thing *FINGER SPASM* Jeez… I hope this doesn’t keep up all weekend. It sort of sporadically gets a monstrous pain throughout the entire digit that is very painful and annoying. At least I’m nearly finished the stupid pants bag. I just need to stitch the zipper in. Which I might do on a machine.

I’m bored already and ensemble’s cancelled tomorrow. Somebody save me from this boring weekend.

I had another nightmare yesterday. It involved being put, along with a large group of others, into a huge dish with a mixer and then into one of those car crushing things. We came out as a perfect cube, metallic and humming with energy. We were a cube containing one hive mind, one almost soul, no conscience.

I haven’t been sleeping well lately.

I am disturbed by my nightmares. I have nights where I wake up unable to breathe, terrified out of my skull. I am itchy in that one spot where it’s impossible to scratch unless you’re super-flexible or have a back scratcher. Except that spot is my brain. Something’s troubling me greatly. I feel uneasy.

I suppose I had fun this break, regardless. I love my friends, I hate idiot people who can’t spell yet still try to insult me or undermine my intelligence. I’m not ready to go back to school. But that doesn’t matter. When something happens, it happens.

On a lighter note… Does anyone remember when people said “NOT!”?

“That’s a cool hat… NOT!”

I’ll do the reflective thing when I’m more alive.

Party was super-fun, good times all around. Except for the boring parts, which actually weren’t too terrible.

But first, SKATING at Nathan Philips Square with Leila/Sophie/Shankar/William/Roger(and…Joyce?)/Philip/Curtis/AnyoneIForgot. So much fun. “I’M LEARNING!” I kind of sort of can almost skate. And I almost don’t get scared when people drag me. Everyone was cold and I was INCREDIBLY crabby at Eaton Centre afterward, though. Appy polly loggies to all who had to put up with my angry, cold bitchy self. Still fun, bus ride to Kennedy with Shankar was jones (”OH MY GOD IT’S HANNIBAL LECTER.” “Who?” “He’ll rip your face off!” “OH NOES(this conversation transcription was approximated)”) subway ride there was absolutely hilarious… “HEAD COUNT!” “AAH DOORS ARE CLOSING”, rushing the train and scaring passengers shitless, attempting booth pictures and failing, etc etc, just random giftie madness. Actual Nathan Philips Squareness was killer, as I said. Being dragged about unexpectedly by Roger/William.

“I can shuffle okay,” (”NELSON! NELSON!” “I don’t think that’s his name!” “TYWO KID! TYWO KID!” “HE TURNED AROUND! OH NO, WHAT’S HIS NAME!?”) (”OH NOES SEAN DESMAN!”) Yes, ladles and gentlespoons, Sean Desman himself was preforming on the stage (some sort of rehearsal for the thing that evening which Roger and his sister stayed for.). To Eaton Centre, where we were lost and confused for a while, then out to the party.

“You know it’s a Markham party when they bust out the mah-jong.”

That’s right. We went ALL THE WAY TO THE UNIVERSE’S COLON AND SURVIIIIVED, BITCHES. Waited several thousand years for a bus. Scared the TTC worker standing there because there was nothing else to do. Offered some sketchy-looking skaters cookies. They took them. Then gave them back. Omar is a bastard at 20 Questions and I Spy, so Philip and I wouldn’t play with him anymore..

Kim(to Omar): “Put that away, you’ll get robbed!”
Random Gina: “No he won’t, this is Markham.”

FINALLY, after several thousand years more, got to Willie’s. Settled in, sat around, played with the flat iron. Various ridiculous conversations. Good old-fashioned Markham fun(It’s almost an oxymoron, non?). Manhunt. Countdown. BIRTHDAY WHISKEY (that was shared). Frantically calling people. “I’m a legend in Japan.” “GRAND CHAPEAU!” Pranks on anyone who fell asleep, or at least attempted pranks. Listening to gossip. “How was your hot raunchy sex with fill-in-the-blank?” Breakfast madness….

Michii and I made breakfast. Noodles/oatmeal. I think together with the added help of some bricks and maybe a bit of sheet metal, one could have built a reasonable bomb shelter with these two dishes. But people ate them, because by then there was no more food.

“It still tastes weird.” “Add more (fill-in-the-blank)!” “THAT’S SO SKETCHY!” “Crasin races!” and so on and so on. Scaring people awake. Being scared out of my one hour of sleep by Hiroto.

All in all, excellent fun. Hopefully I’ll be able to have this much fun (and still survive grade 11!) for the rest of the year!