What a boring day. It was "Exam take-up" day at school which means I went to 2 out of 4 classes. They happened to be placed at 1st and 4th period so I couldn't exactly go home. At least tomorrow is a P.A. day. Phew, taking up exams is tough stuff.
I got my lab results back from the doctor's office. You see, my iron levels used to be at 8 and now they are at 21. It still isn't normal, I have about 19 more something's to go before normal. I'm sorry I don't know the units of measurement. They'd be useless to you anyhow. What difference does it make?
I also get my glasses today. I'm debating on whether or not to wear them to a movie tonight. Let's see, am I sexier with or without my glasses? Hmm... neither. I'm not sexy at all. I'm about as sexy as Rosie O'Donnell in her prime. Wait, she didn't have a prime.
I am back from my weekend o' sister bonding. It was a pretty good time, I suppose. I met a lot of the people she lives with and some of their siblings. One girl brought her twin sister up and so everyone was asking me and Liz if we were twins as well. Oh yeah, we're twins except we were born four years apart and on different days. It was long labour. I didn't drink all that much this weekend. I only got semi-drunk on Saturday night but it was still a good time. Oh, and Lauren didn't really steal my thunder and it was nice traveling with her. And the picture I posted earlier wasn't too far off.
Liz burned the Interpol cd for me. Hurrah. It's a good cd that I will listen to often.
Well, I just found something last night.
You know how I'm going up to my sister's university? It turns out my old friend (meaning from pre-school), Lauren, is going up the same time as me. She's been up before so everyone knows her already. It really sucks, she's stealing my thunder. Damn her and her thunder stealing. I haven't seen her in years but this is what I think she would look like today:
Well, last night I spent hours and hours at Olivia's. We watched 3 movies - feardotcom[.com], gossip and I am Sam. You know, the commercial TBS Superstation had for Gossip made the movie look so good. Liars.
Today I started studying for science. Sort of. Mostly I just sat there staring at my textbook. Fun.
Well, I should get back to doing that. Studying, I mean.
Ah, I can't believe I left out a great story. Okay, this happened a couple nights ago. I was sitting on my couch petting my cat, Ginny, when I noticed her tail. It looked as though someone had taken scissors and cut the tip off. I said, "AHH! Ginny! What happened to your tail? Catherine, what did you do to her tail?"
Catherine replied with a smug "I didn't do it! Don't look at me!"
"I highly doubt mother or father would take scissors to the cat and I don't think I'm capable of even finding scissors in this house"
She continued to deny it even though she was the only one who had the intellect to actually do that. Come the next day, after school, I looked at Ginny's tail and said, "Catherine, we all know you did it, so just admit it. Just say 'Andrea, I cut the cat's tail'."
"Andrea, I cut the cat's tail."
I yelled a little then asked for the story. It went something like this:
"Well, I was cutting my toenails and Ginny's tail kept flicking around and I accidently cut her tail so I continued to cut it to even it out 'cause it was all weird looking."
She cut my cat's tail with toenail clippers.
Yay, only 10 more days until I go up to Kingston. I'm excited. Yay.
Oh, and only one month until Valentine's Day. Sigh.
It's official, my mother is a lunatic. According to her, the bible and some crazy lady on the radio, the end is near. Mostly, mother dear blames it on George W. Bush and the meteor hurdling towards earth. What great conversations to have with my sister, an eleven year old.
In order to survive the end of the world, I made a list of ways to survive.
1. Create an a-bomb shelter for when Doubleyah goes crazy and attacks Canada.
2. Organize a team of American Joes to send to outer space and destroy the meteor before it reaches the earth's atmosphere
3. Look out for Jesus look-alikes and convict them of being the anti-christ
4. Program memories and such into a computer to live forever as a machine
That's all I have so far. I hope it will do for now.
What a great night last night. Filled with helping drunk people use their legs and go to the washroom. Great night, really.
Today, I've done absolutely nothing of use (including homework). I still have nothing useful to do and it's only 3:25pm. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
OH, I might be going up to Kingston the weekend after my exams to visit with my sister. Hurrah. She is of legal age to purchase alcohol. That equals fun fun fun. Though, it really isn't a great place for me to meet guys since they are at least 3 years older than me. Oh well.
So bored, give me something to read. For the love of GOD!
Ah, a typical Saturday. I slept in until the early afternoon, did nothing for hours, and now I am going to a friends house having just opted out of a party. The party was going to be suck-tacular. The girl isn't even my friend.
Right now I am listening to PDA by Interpol. My sister just told me to download some of their music, so I did. And I enjoy it.
We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight.
Do you like the amazing graphics I have added to the site? Ha. It's a brain. Ha. And check out the archives section. Ha. Old man. Ha.
Ah, today. Today was today. But yesterday, it was yesterday.
Last night my mother asked me a difficult question to answer. She asked, "Do you think I should go completely gray?". She was, of course, talking about her hair. It seems my mother is old. Older than me, at least. She showed me her roots, which were as gray as the fuzz between my toes (I was wearing gray socks). Oh me, oh my. I didn't know what else to say but "Ahh!" She didn't take that reaction that well.
Today, oh today. Today started out great. I was eating lunch with my FRIEND Christine (from UHS) and two guys (from UHS) who I wouldn't really call friends when I looked out the window of Pizza Pizza and spotted something amazing. It was a man. Not just any man but a man with a mullet. Yes, a mullet. He had it all - the ragged jeans, rugged beard and a baseball cap to top it off (it - refering to the mullet). I tell myself all the time that I should be carrying a camera for occasions such as this one. That's it, tomorrow I am going to purchase a disposable camera used ONLY for ugly and goofy-looking people.
Today started going downhill when I had to return to school at 5:30PM to meet with my civics group (from UHS). We were meeting to take pictures of us pretending to collect items for the food bank. [Community service projects are never real.] On the drive there, it was snowing like Kevin Corbett's scalp (bad dandruff). My mother was nervous and yelled a little. And then a lot. Well, after the pain of arriving there, I arrived there. My group head out to take the phony pictures and we all got a good snowing-on. That took about an hour. I called my mother to come pick me up. She came. She yelled. She called someone an asshole.
I'm hoping to get a lot of feedback from this posting because 2 comments a day just isn't enough. C'mon people!
Wow, the song Poodle Rockin' by Gorky's Zygotic Mynci will never stop being fun. Ever.
Poodle Rockin', Baby
Whoo. My first comment in my "say what you want" section. What progress this site has made. And hey, they took my advice to be anonymous. Good for them.
Today was filled with numerous pokes to the stomach from Megan. It wasn't fun. Then she threatened to hit on me if I didn't do her homework. The thing is, she hits on me anyway, so why bother? For those of you who don't know, Megan is just joking (I hope). Oh, and if you're reading this Megan, I hate you. She called me fat.
Good news, I was invited to a party on Saturday. Hopefully it will be filled with booze and sex. Well, maybe not the latter. That's just not going to happen. What an unfair world.
Roll Over, Sweet Thing [State of Bubble Tea: Thrown Out]
As you can see (when I say you, I mean Mr. Nobody), I have added a new feature. You can comment on whatever trash I say and possibly be totally anonymous. Call me shit head, call me fuck wad. Whatever you want, I can't find you, ever. I can make fun of yo momma, though.
I have nearly finished the good copy of my history paper. I just need a conclusion. I've taken a break from it to post something on here. Or just because I'm tired of having to think for once. Phew.
The most interesting thing to happen to me today was at 6am. I woke up to the sound of puking. I thought my guinea pigs were keeling over, but it turns out it was just my cat, Simon, puking on a pair of my pajamas. I don't know which outcome I would have preferred. Not that I had a choice.
You have to start somewhere. [State of Bubble tea: Still brown goo. Nothing exciting. It's just a little thicker]
Today, of course, was the first day back to school. Whoop dee doo. I got hundreds of "How was your holiday?" and some such things. A thouroughly eventful day to be lying. I was late for school because my father needs his hour-long baths every morning. How could I deprive him of that? But what a way to start school - out of breath and looking like shit. But, ah, that was the worst of my troubles today. Good, good.
Well, Olivia has joined my team but can't figure out how to get to this blog. Strange. You know, I thought this journal was going to be the best peice of writing ever "published" (I use the term loosly) but it has turned into a R.L. Stine novel. Not scary, not suspensful and full of crap. And plus, it's entirely based on me and my life.
My sister left to go back to University an hour ago. Too bad I didn't get to spend that much time with her this holiday season. Chris from England was here and occupied most of her time. Such is life.
I finished my first draft of my essay. Whoo hoo. Party. Actually, it's a Sunday night, no time for parties.
Strangely, I feel as thought I'm talking to myself here. Oh, wait, I am.
I'd just like to mention that there is a three-day-old strawberry bubble tea sitting next to me. The bright pink liquid it once was is now a brown goo. I'd like to see what happens to it tomorrow. That's something to look forward to. I guess.
Oy, I should have started this journal before so I could have mentioned all the crap that happen while I was in Quebec. Oh well, someone's loss... I suppose.
Yes. So, this is my first journal. This blogger thing was my second choice, I really wanted Livejournal.com but I can't find a firkin' code. Yes, I did say firkin'.
I really should be working on my four page essay that is due sometime this week. I'm not sure when this week. Muh. It can wait until tomorrow. After all, you're only here today for another chance at yesterday.
My younger sister is hammering on the wall for reasons unknown. Decorating my dog's bed perhaps. Certainly annoying me.
[Edit: She was hanging up a calendar for my dog.]