We're on our way, we're on our way / we're headed south on vacation today!

I just looove Ms Woyiwada's lame musicals.

Yes, it's true, I leave this afternoon at 6pm from the airport to head to Disneyworld. Partay! One week of lovely warm weather. This is a bday present for my sister, like I got my ticket to Indy, she got ticket to Disney. I'm excited for the warmth. I went to AE and bought lovely capris on sale. Ahh... I can't wait.
I will of course miss everyone as I will be incommunicado for a week, but by this time next week, I'll be back in cold, snowy Ottawa, so don't worry. I won't be gone long enough for you to miss me.

What else is new in my life... I've moved to a Friday riding lesson. It's a jumping lesson for the first year show team(yay only jumping). I am not as of now on said show team, but it would be so cool if I were. Gill suggested I could be, but I need to make the decision still, and talk to my parents. It's SOOO expensive. Seriously expensive. But it would be awesome. Amy said today that if I do show, I'd probably show Vito since I've been riding him so much. (Vito = pretty hanoverian). I love him (if only he wouldn't drift to the left when jumping !!!). Well, we'll see what happens there.

Finally, sad news. The family that I have "Friday Night Special" with, Emma, Luke and Edie and Jim have a dog named Scout. They got their dog the same year we got our cats, and boy do ! love that dog. This is the dog that made me love dogs. He is such a sweetie. The sweetest, most lovable golden retriever you'll ever meet.
Unfortunately Scoutie is sick. Really sick. The bump on his head has been growing, and they found out this week that it isn't from him hitting his head repeatedly on the bottom of their bed when waking up in the morning, as was previously suggested, but it's actually brain cancer, and he's going to die, quite possibly while we're away. My sister just got back from hanging out with Emma and Luke, and said they were on the way to the vet with Scout because the bump got bigger and his eye is swelling of something. I'm going to miss that dog. I'm going to write an ode when I get back. I love that dog.

You've been so good Scout. I'm going to miss you.

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.

I am most definintley not prostituting myself for Welch's Fruit Snacks.

3 exams down, 2 to go.

So today was a royally suck day. I actually had to get up (*groan* I know! During exam period when we only have to go to school when we have an exam scheduled.) due to Mr O scheduling an orchestra exam for 9am. Ew. Esp since I hadn't really practiced the pieces. It wasn't so bad though. I didn't do too badly.
The English exma was teh suck due to my running out of time and spending the 15 minutes after my exam crying quietly at the back of the exam room. Luckily Ms I'm-barely-older-than-you-are, our teacher surpervisor ( I have no idea who she is. She definintley doesn't teach at Lisgar) didn't notice. That or she ignored it and hoped the crying girl would get over it. If I get above a 75 on that, I will be surprised. Above 85 is what it takes for me to be happy. *groan*
Wow, and now I think of who will be reading this, all you amazing, 3.5 and up GPAs, who get all A's which at your school mean 90's and at my school means about 80. And I can't even manage a lame LCI A.
Also, to make things worse, by the time I got to the music room, Mrs Bradely had already left, which meant I couldnt get my cello, which means that tomorrow at 10:40 when I have my playing exam, there will be a problem. Since I can't play the thing yet.
Luckily, there is always mcc's house to crash at when one is feeling down. It was a "screw school I'm chilling." Moment. I'll cram/start studying for history tomorrow, somewhere in with the hanging out with Mike.
Oh, and the title. After my playing test today, Lindsey gave me a Welch's Fruit Snack. I don't know if you guys have ever tried these, but they are crazy addictive. Kirsten swears there's heroin in them. So anyway, once I'd had one, I obviously needed to buy my own pack. Luckily, I was out of money, but not ressources! I went to beg money of Kirsten. In the spirit of our running lesbian love affair joke, Kirsten said she'd give me the dollar for the Fruit Snacks if I tok off my shirt. And darned if I didn't do it. Stop freaking out! Yes you! You who is related to me in some way and is now freaking out! I was wearing a tank top underneath my long sleeved shirt. My plan would hav worked out perfectly if it hadn't been for Alex stealing my shirt and refusing to return it. I had to get Mr Hodgson to tell her to give it back :P. He was all "I don't want to know."

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.

Whatever and ever Amen

Another wonderful visit to Indy. And now I must leave.

The thing about coming here, is that when I get here, it's like I never left. I click. I fit right in with the sarcasm, the silly jokes, the "your face... you mom... your congressman" jokes (I'm working on those! :P), the DnD, the "...between the sheets." on fortunes from cookies game... ah. And I get right in with the watching Stargate (and imposing my crazy Grey's Anatomy) and gong for walks with Jonah, hanging out with all their friends... I'm sad to be leaving.

Even though when I get here, it feels like I never left, when I leave, it feels like I just got here. Wierd.

I'm very much not looking forward to flying, mostly, I'm not looking forward to switching terminals in Toronto. Or to going through customs. Or to possibly having to check baggage. Or having to PACK TOMORROW. My stuff is all over the place. Everywhere. Grawr.

It's the getting ready to go and going thing I hate the most. I wish I could apparate. *sigh*

Also, I feel like teh shit. I am sick. I fell asleep on the couch today after DnD. And I'm still not done my book for English. And I have a whole summative to do with Yan on Sunday. Yuck.

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.

"I think that it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned"

My poor, poor neglected blog.

I don't even think anyone reads this anymore. My new friends this year, don't know I have a blog, and therefor don't read it, and you guys in Indy seem awfully busy since... well, since this year.

I guess it's a grade 12 thing...

To update: for those of you who don't know, I will be arriving in Indianapolis a week today! I hear there's a Star Wars party on the 30th, which I am psyched for, and there had better be some awesome party on New Year's Eve, or else all my friends here will laugh at me, from their awesome parties. A lot. And there must be twister, a game I have taken to playing in the hall where I hang out with my friends. So anyway, there must be twister.

I have a test in every class tomorrow. Yuck. I have been working my tail off all evening writing notes for science (ecology. effing biochemical cycles. You can't kill me!). I almost has a couple of break downs whist trying to conquer Mt Nitrogen Cycle of Doom, but Mike helped me sort it out. It was mostly a "calm down..." and a hug, then going over what was freaking me out. Worked a charm.

I have 52 lines of Shakespeare to present tomorrow. I have it down pat *knock on wood* so far, but I'm afraid I'll get nervous and freak out. Fei Fei (my partner in this presentation; she is Ursula and I am Hero in Much Ado About Nothing, the scene where they trick Beatrice. ps: Fei Fei is pronounced Fifi. Unfortunate, I know). We practiced it today, walking around and stuff, but I'm still worried. Gah.

Snow has come to attack our fair city, and bring its stupid commuters to a crawl. I spent 45 minutes in traffic today. Urgh. It's silly. And so are the malls. Gah. Christmas snuck up on me, causing me to brave the malls today.

Tomorrow, at 3pm, I am free, and will spend an entire evening with Mike, watching Brothers Grimm and hanging out. YAY!

And now I must go so I can get a decent amount of sleep for once and to study. As Alex said, I'm "living the dream. Study... Study... and then top it all off with some more Study."

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.

hmm...

How You Are In Love

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Everything is Rent

That's right guys. I saw Rent today, first showing at World Exchange Plaza after school (I love going to a school downtown). It was so good. Yes, the reviews sucked, but I liked it. A lot. I laughed, I cried, I mooed. Enoch and I mooed. Because we're awesomer than the stupid Hopwellies who went, and made fun of it. Whatever guys, you all suck.

I then went directly to Cantebury for the lit(erary arts) coffeehouse. My friend Lauren was reading at it, and Adam was there with Sarah. It was pretty good. The theme was "guilty pleasures" which meant a stage covered in teddy bears, and lot of Aqua and Spice Girls playing before the coffeehourse started. There was also a poster, where you were supposed to write down a guilty pleasure. I was the one who wrote "Alan Rickman is my hero <3", mostly because it's mine and Lauren's joke. Also because he's awesome enough to be Marvin and Snape :P. Anyway, someone named Mary wrote these lyrics whse wrote on the poster, and I liked them:

You can be Henry Miller
And I'll be Anais Nin
Except this time it'll be
Much better we'll stay
Together in the end

I dunno. I just liked them. Also a line from who remembers who it was , "but I miss the taste of chaos on my tongue". Man, those lit kids can write. I wish. Lauren's poem rocked my socks right off.

Oh, I feel all creative now. I should write that song I've always wanted to write...

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