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So why am I still up at 12:57 a.m.?

Parce que –

I spent three hours working on a history presentation that my partner who doesn’t bother to show up to class at all abandoned and therefore am stuck doing it myself and after ALL THAT HARD WORK only the title shows up?

My throat hurts from screaming.

Haven’t been this frustrated since trying to teach my kitten to read.

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Five years not enough for you, Mom?

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Missing veddy much right now. . .

Annie. Of course I would. ;D

Umbreen. When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?

Ana. Her jolly chuckle which I haven’t heard for so long.

Jess. Awwies, miss talking to ya!

The rest of the gang. Just not the same w/o you guys. . .

Sahir. Weird not hearing “Fail!” all over the place.

Morris. Never got to finish the movie!

Armando. WOW. HOLY. I actually do miss ya! Same as the above.

Loathing. . .

A teacher who gives one obscure example and then doesn’t let you out of the room until you finish ten of the same question.

A teacher who pretty much lets the class teach itself but still manages to give a shitload of hw.

Buses between 7:30 and 8:30 in the morning.

A computer that won’t save. For god’s sake!

Sentiments aside, time to hit the sack.

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I’ve just realized. I don’t have a single post on here that rambles anything remotely about my daily routine.

So here goes:

8:00 a.m. Woke up all groggy, and in blind panic about catching the bus before realizing what day it is, then tries to recall details of last night’s dream, give up, dash into shower.

8:30 a.m. Breakfast. Toasted English muffin topped with strawberry yogurt. Dee-lish. Give it a try =)

9:00 a.m. Shifting between The O.C. and Henry Miller. Have you ever had one book change your entire perspective on life? Tropic of Cancer did it for me.

10:30 a.m. Off to orthodontist. About twentieth time he’s told me that he’ll be debonding my braces. Did not get hopes up this time. Unfortunately, was right.

12:00 p.m. Finished with orthodontist. Railway tracks still solid as ever. Rubber bands day and night for the next week. Excruciating. New hoodie from Aéropostale.

12:30 p.m. Shopping/studying with Annie. Manage to spill a handful of jawbreakers in Sweet Factory, bless that old lady’s heart.

3:00 p.m. Met Amanda’s mom and Marissa in library. Nice chat w/them. McGill wants extracurriculars, damn!

4:00 p.m. On route to meet up w/mom. Saw rad black sweater in Dynamite. Start saving up.

5:00 p.m. Paralyzed by person talking on the public phone in RC. Not because it’s the twenty-first century and he’s still throwing quarters into slots, but …… how …… what …… why …… was it really …… dumbfounded all the way to temple.

6:00 p.m. Dinner w/Elisa, Tiff., Kethy among others. Failed camwhoring.

7:00 p.m. Arranging and rearranging Oreos and Fudgee-Os for volunteer meeting. Apparently talented at wiggling digestive biscuits out of the tube without them crumbling to pieces. Contrary to the last ceremony-thing, when my cupcakes were a sorry sight indeed.

7:30 p.m. Serving tea to volunteers and bumping repeatedly into objects/backs. Dug up some amorous history. Always nice to reminiscent.

11:00 p.m. Wrap-up. Homecoming. Bed.

These crutches don’t fit properly.

My life’s long overdue, and I can’t afford to pay the fines.

Why work hard when you can play soft?

Are you afraid? Of what’s to come? Of what has come? Of the next millisecond? The next? The next?

Note to self: slamming one’s head repeatedly into a wall/solid surface of some considerable thickness will not make the past disintegrate. Rather, it annihilates approximately 10 000 000 brain cells per contact, so to speak, until one is left with a shriveled walnut of a brain.

Have you ever been stuck in the centre of a Venn Diagram with a million neverending unintelligible spheres all clamouring and jostling for attention? Ypres all over again. . .

“I’ve lived out my melancholy youth. I don’t give a fuck anymore what’s behind me, or what’s ahead of me. I’m healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day.” – Henry Miller

Poor blog is all dusty and cobwebby, to borrow the words of Mr. Puget.

New school, and last year too. No more JNB, praise be. One hour of busing with no Ipod? Damn.  .  .

Schedule as of now:

A – Physics 11 (Byres)

B – English 12 AP (Bentley)

C – Peer Helping (Reid)

D – Spare (used to be Calculus, thank god that’s over)

E – Spare numero deux, cuz I’m cool like that =]

F – History 12 (Claridge)

G – Chemistry 12 (McCracken)

H – French 12 (Reid)

Looking forward to a year of late-night cram sessions, countless hours at the library, and absolutely no life to speak of.

Fingers crossed, as always.



I miss the good old days =]

Can’t wait to see them in concert again!!!

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