For those of you who care:
I will not be available tonight, as I am writing E.FC fic.
I am going to get my book signed by Malcolm tomorrow afternoon.
I am also singing in public for the last time tomorrow.
And I am all red and bblack. Come on, you know you want to know how I scared people during my seven hours at the mall today.
Black:
eyeshadow
under tanktop
skirt
half of earings
vinal choker
Leather bracelet
Red:
Over tanktop
blood red rose painted on side of face
Other part of earings
Spiked heart on choker
And I saw Batman. And bought shit for other people who are not me. And ate. And hung out with Josh and Rommie. Josh is now renamed Rhade. I have just decided this.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing off my skin.
Yeah, actually, I am listening to Garbage! Good job, non-existant reader person who doesn't exist!
So. Finals start tomorrow. Let us all jump up and down in joyous love of that which is torture. Jumps up and down.
As many of you will undoubtably read later in my lj, I spent the weekend up at the cabin. I studied, watched E.FC, Tracker and Labyrinth which, by the way, is possessed of much too much David Bowy for my fragile sanity.
Those of you special enough to know my real net-identity will read the uncondensed version on various other less upblic blogs later tonight/tomorrow morning.
And Heather has a frozen mouth, and is humming Oh Canada. She is also adding a gallery to her site, which is a good thing because every singer/actor/whatever else you can be to achieve fame has a gallery. And we get pics of Heather! And believe me, Rommie and I have some embarrassing ones.
And it is exceedingly hot in my office.
I wish for school to be over.
And Heather is going to feed her cat.
And now, before I began rambling on about unimportant matters, I shall go off and leave you all in relitive peace as I frantically write E.FC fic. Depressive here, people. Eagerly awaiting manic. ...Eagerly. .....very, very eagerly.
I'm tearing off my skin.
Yeah, actually, I am listening to Garbage! Good job, non-existant reader person who doesn't exist!
So. Finals start tomorrow. Let us all jump up and down in joyous love of that which is torture. Jumps up and down.
As many of you will undoubtably read later in my lj, I spent the weekend up at the cabin. I studied, watched E.FC, Tracker and Labyrinth which, by the way, is possessed of much too much David Bowy for my fragile sanity.
Those of you special enough to know my real net-identity will read the uncondensed version on various other less upblic blogs later tonight/tomorrow morning.
And Heather has a frozen mouth, and is humming Oh Canada. She is also adding a gallery to her site, which is a good thing because every singer/actor/whatever else you can be to achieve fame has a gallery. And we get pics of Heather! And believe me, Rommie and I have some embarrassing ones.
And it is exceedingly hot in my office.
I wish for school to be over.
And Heather is going to feed her cat.
And now, before I began rambling on about unimportant matters, I shall go off and leave you all in relitive peace as I frantically write E.FC fic. Depressive here, people. Eagerly awaiting manic. ...Eagerly. .....very, very eagerly.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Insert subject line here
Dude. Gradish thingy that's not really Grad in one day. WHEE! Aside from the two hour long cerimony. And the whole...dance, thing. Which Heather may or may not be coming to.
So. I have blisters lining the bottom of my feet. And am at the point where the caffeine hasn't quite hit and really needs to start working like right now because if it doesn't I'm going to kill something in a very violent manner. And that would be bad. Found downtown's gothy store. Also. Rock teeshirt store. Whee. And I can't go for lunch downtown unless I'm over eighteen and smoke. Pretty much. Damn idiots with their sticks of cancerness...
So. I have blisters lining the bottom of my feet. And am at the point where the caffeine hasn't quite hit and really needs to start working like right now because if it doesn't I'm going to kill something in a very violent manner. And that would be bad. Found downtown's gothy store. Also. Rock teeshirt store. Whee. And I can't go for lunch downtown unless I'm over eighteen and smoke. Pretty much. Damn idiots with their sticks of cancerness...
Thursday, June 02, 2005
science
Wow. I really suck at science practice exams.
Yeah.
I do.
Heh.
Go me.
I don't spend all my time in the lab, I swear.
Really.
I don't.
Yeah.
I do.
Heh.
Go me.
I don't spend all my time in the lab, I swear.
Really.
I don't.
essay
Praise has no meaning to me anymore. It is merely a sequence of letters. And my spellcheck doesn't work.
PRAISE
Beethoven’s Kiss
Name:
Class: 93
Date: June 2, 2005
I believe that praise, if given in proper amounts and at the proper time, can be very beneficial in encouraging an individual to continue and improve in the area in which they received it. In this writing, Foldes received praise from people who he looked up to, which gave him the strength to carry on with his music.
Praise, in small doses, and given when truly deserved can be a precious gift, and a good reminder to the person receiving it that they are doing an excellent job. However, when praise is given excess and too often can become stagnant and meaningless, and can cause the person to doubt their ability and the sincerity of the person or persons giving the praise. People appreciate praise the most most when it is given in truthfully and when it is deserved. Often, when one receives praise, they have a hard time believing that it is senceer, and therefore it is better to give praise only when you truly mean it.
Personally, I feel that if someone praises me, it is often due to things that are truly not deserving of praise (i.e. Walking down the street alone, I have been told how brave I am). In areas that I do enjoy getting praise, such as writing or school work, I am happy enough as long as I am not criticized, and praise is merely an extra benefit that is greatly appriceated however not expected nor required. In the piece of writing “Bethoven’s Kiss” the author seems starved for praise, and is greatly delighted when he receives it. I am sure that this is true of many people, and is not a bad thing, merely a different mindset.
I conclutiion, I believe that praise is a good thing that is appreciated by all when it is given truthfully. Foldes greatly appriceated the praise he was given, as he received little of it, and the praise came from men he truly respected and therefore meant a great deal to him. Different people react to praise in different ways, but it is always a good thing.
***
So. After break Josh, Chelz and Sanina came and said hi to us.
Kcatt told me to say hi.
I said hi.
Then they left.
Then I did this essay.
Then...Kcatt hit Hana.
By mistake.
Then..........yeah!
This is very boringish!
PRAISE
Beethoven’s Kiss
Name:
Class: 93
Date: June 2, 2005
I believe that praise, if given in proper amounts and at the proper time, can be very beneficial in encouraging an individual to continue and improve in the area in which they received it. In this writing, Foldes received praise from people who he looked up to, which gave him the strength to carry on with his music.
Praise, in small doses, and given when truly deserved can be a precious gift, and a good reminder to the person receiving it that they are doing an excellent job. However, when praise is given excess and too often can become stagnant and meaningless, and can cause the person to doubt their ability and the sincerity of the person or persons giving the praise. People appreciate praise the most most when it is given in truthfully and when it is deserved. Often, when one receives praise, they have a hard time believing that it is senceer, and therefore it is better to give praise only when you truly mean it.
Personally, I feel that if someone praises me, it is often due to things that are truly not deserving of praise (i.e. Walking down the street alone, I have been told how brave I am). In areas that I do enjoy getting praise, such as writing or school work, I am happy enough as long as I am not criticized, and praise is merely an extra benefit that is greatly appriceated however not expected nor required. In the piece of writing “Bethoven’s Kiss” the author seems starved for praise, and is greatly delighted when he receives it. I am sure that this is true of many people, and is not a bad thing, merely a different mindset.
I conclutiion, I believe that praise is a good thing that is appreciated by all when it is given truthfully. Foldes greatly appriceated the praise he was given, as he received little of it, and the praise came from men he truly respected and therefore meant a great deal to him. Different people react to praise in different ways, but it is always a good thing.
***
So. After break Josh, Chelz and Sanina came and said hi to us.
Kcatt told me to say hi.
I said hi.
Then they left.
Then I did this essay.
Then...Kcatt hit Hana.
By mistake.
Then..........yeah!
This is very boringish!
hehe
lallalaalalalalalalalalalalalalalala!
Who knows how to make jaws say rrrrr a lot?
Who wants to pay to get the other blind kids in the lab headphones?!!!
Go read Kcatt's story!
Read it here, it's amazing!
Nicole whins.
And me, too.
And Sammy just kidnapped Kcatt.
And...and...and...yeah!
I'm so very bored.
Whee.
I don't wanna do the personal response for English.
Nope, I really don't.
Hehe.
Can it be the end of the day yet?
Please?
No?
Fine. Be that way.
*Bek*
Who knows how to make jaws say rrrrr a lot?
Who wants to pay to get the other blind kids in the lab headphones?!!!
Go read Kcatt's story!
Read it here, it's amazing!
Nicole whins.
And me, too.
And Sammy just kidnapped Kcatt.
And...and...and...yeah!
I'm so very bored.
Whee.
I don't wanna do the personal response for English.
Nope, I really don't.
Hehe.
Can it be the end of the day yet?
Please?
No?
Fine. Be that way.
*Bek*
bad day
Bad. frelling. day.
Hate hate hate teachers.
Hate.
And late notes.
And essays.
Good things:
Timmy's!
Found a blogger that works at school!
Band!
Boling!
Gym tonight!
Bad things:
Braillelite dead.
Shitty mark on honours project.
Ms. V pulled back the deadline for the essay.
My instructions for essay scattered across the hall.
I couldn't find them.
My EA isn't here today, and the other EA can't get into her files to reprint instructions.
Headache.
Teeth hurt.
Nebbe man.
One more late note and I get detention.
None of the late notes are my fault, as I was at the dentist/aurthodentist.
Bad. day.
*Bek*
Hate hate hate teachers.
Hate.
And late notes.
And essays.
Good things:
Timmy's!
Found a blogger that works at school!
Band!
Boling!
Gym tonight!
Bad things:
Braillelite dead.
Shitty mark on honours project.
Ms. V pulled back the deadline for the essay.
My instructions for essay scattered across the hall.
I couldn't find them.
My EA isn't here today, and the other EA can't get into her files to reprint instructions.
Headache.
Teeth hurt.
Nebbe man.
One more late note and I get detention.
None of the late notes are my fault, as I was at the dentist/aurthodentist.
Bad. day.
*Bek*
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