ramblings.

….So I have a rash… Possibly from bio. I love how I’m apparently allergic to everything.

I don’t wanna do the OVF thing.
No. Nevar. Esp. not on an early dismissal day. That’s just, as Reid would put it… “DUTTAY.” Because we get back three hours after the rest of the school leaves. Pah. Ridiculous.
I’ve been trying to get pictures of my new haircut. Hasn’t worked out too well. I forgot how ugly I am, esp. in pictures ACK! Scary scary
The biscuit situation… Hm. I dunno. Sometimes it seems to be going well, other times it doesn’t. But such an adorable biscuit. Alas and alack, if only I knew how to conduct myself with decorum in these situations.
11:23… bun that…. What is this ’sleep’ you speak of? I’ll sleep on the bus.
ERRBODY IN DA CLUB GETTIN’ TIPSY.
Yeah, piss off. It’s stuck in my head. Soon there will be a new layout. It will be pretty. Or… reasonable.
No one loved my tamagotchi, so the matchmaker came and showed him a picture. The word “LOVE?” flashed on the screen with a yes-no option. I selected yes. The screen went dark, there were little firework images, and then a baby came.

In other news… Someone buy me a memory card. My day was pretty nondescript. Junior Jazz consisted of teaching niners (Evan and Kit) how to read bass clef and laughing at percussionists who had a vague knowledge of trumpet. Glad of not being the only old person, but considering switching to trombone after one of the niners begins to grasp bass clef. Music was Pictures at an Exhibition fun time and continued molestation by tenor clef. Bio was shellfish dissection. There were oysters. I’M ITCHY. Anthro was “group work”… AKA Jahmal playing PSP, me gluing things and occasionally discussing, and Sims working on chem. Woot! Choir was choir.

I have a bleeding heart on a stick in my locker. Speaking of which…

My locker puked on me again, I need to clean it. Desperately. Oh jeez… Anyone who hasn’t previously helped me wanna help me? (You don’t read this, but I’m looking at you, Bobby.) ><

I suppose I ought to get a bit of sleep… Choir thing and whatnot.

Goodnight, darlings. I was inordinately affectionate today. Odd.

I was date-raped at Wind Ensemble by the last two movements of Pictures at an exhibition.

It seemed alright at first. The eighth movement, though odd and a little pushy (what with those two bars of thirty-second notes), was respectable enough. But the ninth… *shudder* The ninth forced me through things an inexperienced bassoonist should never have to encounter before she is ready. At first it was okay. I’d done cut time before, and the tempo wasn’t too fast… But the notes…. I wasn’t ready for anything that high above the line! But it got worse… If you want to preserve your modesty, I don’t think you should read any further.. Though I think you know what I’m talking about…

Yes… I’m talking about TENOR CLEF. It seemed okay at first, but movement nine kept forcing it on me! I tried to refuse… it’s not true that all the cool kids are playing tenor clef! I wasn’t ready! I was waiting ’till it was special! I tried to refuse Movement Nine’s advances! But I wasn’t strong enough. I feel… unclean.

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Um, yeah. Tenor clef=Bitch.5….

I had a surreal moment today. I stared at a random person in the hall for several seconds. He stared back, we did a strange movement and walked away. No words were exchanged.

It’s gonna be one of those days weeks…

What a good day! Apologies for the no-update to Sewing With Kim, but I want to record this day
I
SAW
A QUEEN’S KID.

Michael A., to be exact. The clarinetist from Jump, Jive and Wail (the course I took). We like, tackled each other, and I met his random friend who does ballet and poked this guy who was actually stretched out across four chairs, napping. Tall people anger me.(*coughBRADcough*) I made friends with a guy with a hat and the boy with the gorgeous blue hair was there again, and there was a Doug and he went through a cool passageway. And that stupid game that Brad cheated at because he’s mean. Eating dessert pizza with Fraiser. And ridiculous times getting home with Kailee and Dana and OH MAN musicfest was so much fun, I’m sure there were things I’m forgetting. But Musicfest was fun.

Sure, we were raped by the last bar of Persis…
But that’s okay.
I made friends. =]

It’s hilarious that I make male friends so easily, but boys take absolutely no interest in me otherwise

I should sleep, so I leave you with this bit of ridiculous courtesy of me and Jesse (That boy is insane)
(My current display pic says “don’t drink water, fish have sex in it”)

“You’re RIGHT! Fish do have sex in water!”
“SO DO DOLPHINS! And they do it for pleasure!”
“EW EW EW EW EW EW EW OH MAN”
“…”
“THEIR EJACULATE CAN DECAPITATE A MAN AT 40 (or 400) YARDS!”
“OH MAN… Can a FIRE HOSE even do that?”
“Dolphin ejaculations are a powerful thing.”
(*we both start freaking out*”)
(much later)
“What would you do if your son was at home, crying all alone on the bedroom floor ‘cos he’s hungry?”
“I’d sell him into slavery and buy myself a nice meal.”
“I duno what I’d do. I wouldn’t drink water though, ‘cos fish and dolphins have sex in it. Or milk… Because milk is the product of fondling a cow’s bosom.”
“…Ew.”
“That’s right. That white stuff in your glass? Came from a cow’s teat.”

Concert on Sunday. Still don’t have music. *dies*

Welcome to “Sewing with Kim”, boys and girls. Today we will teach you how to make a simple skirt from a pattern!

First things first, I’m sure that many of you reading this, like me, have a reasonable amount of competence with freehand sewing. I’d like to inform you now that this is very, VERY different. You will become frustrated. Don’t give up! No one needs to know of your failures, unless this is for a school project or unless you plan on posting them in your “web-log”.

Step one (1): Select a work enviroment!

Ideally, your work enviroment should be cleared of all clutter and hazardous materials. Ideally. However, I know that you’re probabl almost, if not just as slovenly as I am. Shoot for clean, or at least well-ventilated. As I said, due to frustration, you might want to put the sewing machine as far away from any windows/fireplaces/etc., as possible. You don’t want to be destroying your sewing machine in a fit of rage just yet. By the way, you need a sewing machine. This will be covered in the next section. So, get a clear surface, a receptacle for the oodles of fabric you’ll probably waste making stupid mistakes, and some cheerful music so you don’t become angsty and start playing the wrist violin with a seam ripper.

On to…

SUPPLIES! What you will need before you begin
Of course, every seamstress has supplies. What will you need?

- A sewing machine. This should be obvious. One that works would be ideal.
- A pattern. Not necessarily something you like, as it probably won’t end up looking anything like it.
- Thread. Matching colours please!
- Fabric.
- Scissors would be nice, as would a seam ripper, ‘cos you’re going to make mistakes. Don’t use the same scissors to cut fabric as you use to cut paper. That’s just dumb.
- Pins, needles, measuring tape. Gluing your pattern to the fabric is not allowed.
-Tailor’s chalk (or regular chalk) or a dressmaker’s pencil. Sharpie is not an adequate substitute.
- Anything else your pattern says you need.
- A large bottle of bourbon. Just in case.

Look out for the next instalment: Pinning and cutting.

Sew safe, kids!

First Best Friend(s): Some girl in Kindergarten… Then now Tacha

First Screen Name: It’s Kim!

First Kiss: XD At age fifteen. (Oh, bugger off )

First Pet: Doggie… His name was Pooch! Nice doggie =( I miss him.

First Piercing: Earlobes.

First Crush: Oh lawdy. Some boy at summer camp, when I was in like, grade six… think name was Luke or Leonard or some “L” name. He had brown eyes.

First Music: Ohh man… I listened to soca and reggae like a maniac when I was little ‘cos of aunties, but first independent music? Umm…Prolly some sorta bubblegum pop. Or NIN (What? I was weird all the way through.)

First love: …

First stuffed animal: I had too many. The first one I remember is a bear named Sarah who I carried EVERYWHERE. Then a brown teddy bear who I still carry everywhere sometimes.

9 Lasts:

Last Cigarette: NEVAR
Last Alcoholic drink: POKER NIGHT XD
Last Car Ride: Home from school =]
Last Kiss:*dies laughing at Sim’s answer* PFFT I don’t remember when.
Last Lie: I dunno. Something minor like “I’m fine” when I was feeling wretched.
Last Phone Call: Recieved was mommy, placed was Lynn (Hahaha, Steve )

Last CD Played: Rent soundtrack!

Last bubble bath: I don’t remember…

Last time you cried: Oh man… Minor tears sometime this week… I don’t remember my last meltdown, though. Which is good

8 Have You Evers:

Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: No.
Have You Ever Been Arrested: No!
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: No!
Have You Ever Been on TV: Yeah.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone and Then Regretted it: No.
Have You Ever had a Dream About Someone You Knew: Yup.
Have You Ever played in the middle of a hurricane: Nope.

7 career paths you’ve considered

1. Musician
2. Fashion or interior designer
3. Advertising-type person
4. Chef
5. Owning a coffeehouse
6. Journalist
7. Museum curator person

6 Things You’ve Done Today:

1. Clean room (a bit)
2. Go to school
3. Practise bassoon
4. Talk on MSN
5. Play video games
6. Sew like a maniac

4 People You Can Tell Anything to in NO order:

1. Tacha
2. Shankar
3. Dana
4. Leila

3 Choices:

1. Black or White: Black.
2. Hot or Cold: Cold ‘cos you can put on another sweater
3. Chocolate or vanilla: Choccie-vanilla swirl. =] (Mix yo’ milk wit’ my coco puffs, milky milky coco– I’ll stop now)

2 Things You Want to Do Before you die:

1. Do helpful work in a developing country.
2. Umm… I dunno! Find true love. Let’s be dorky

1 thing you regret:
1. Now that I really think about it… Other than some horrible outfits and slightly stupid descisions… I don’t have any regrets. And that’s how I want it stay.

I woke up at six forty-two this morning with the radio blaring either Russian or Greek, I’m not sure. In any case, it confused the heck out of me. So I started listening to it and dancing to the occasional song. No, there’s nothing wrong with me.

Am I ready for school? Of course not. That’s okay, it’s music first.CRAP

THEORY TEST.

SOMEONE HELP ME.

I have to go get ready for school.

Get to see fun kids again…<3 But also have to do work..
.:edit:. So apparently “lessthanslashthree” results in the rest of your entry becoming invisible because it is HTML junk. Another sign that computers+emotions=BAD.
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Yeah, I’m a lazy cow. I promised myself I’d work harder after exams… Um.. Bout that. I will work harder…starting Monday. This isn’t procrastination, it’s being REALISTIC

WHAT THE HELL IS ON MY RADIO!?