Saturday, November 13, 2004

Naviguez sans boisson.
Having being made to rise at the unholy hour of 9:00 this morning, I spent an hour and a half wandering the aisles of the nearest-by Chapters, hoping to find something worth reading.

It was only in the last ten minutes that I found Of Human Bondage, in a cheap edition costing five dollars. Of course, I, being one who can never stick to the same thing for long, decided I would buy The Good Earth, instead.

My innitial reaction was, "Pretty cover and much acclaim!" My second reaction was, "Die, Oprah's Bookclub sticker!!!! >:^O" My current opinion of the book is, "Does anything good ever happen to these people and stay a while?"

Not to say I'm at all disapointed in anything to do with the novel, of course. It's just that you really start to feel sorry for Wang Lung, O-lan, and their Little Fool after a while.

Okay, after a very short while.

The moral of the story? Go read The Good Earth, by Pearl S. Buck. Now.

Incidentally, I enabled emoticons again, as far as MSN goes, because I was hoping to show Azure-jiji my Neji and Kakashi emoticons, but he can't see them anyway, so meh.

And I'm too lazy to uncheck that box again, so I guess the emoticons are gonna stick around for awhile, until they really start to piss me off, again. I think I originally disabled them because my cousin kept using them to annoy me, this one time. The bastard. >:^/

I haven't watched Stand Alone Complex or Volume Two of Comic Party, for the simple reason that a couple of my friends and I are now committed to having an anime marathon, sooner rather than later.

I probably wont be buying any more DVDs any time soon, however, since I have to save up to buy Christmas presents for...*counts*...twelve people.
Not as many as my mother is always obligated to shop for, but hey.

So, yeah: it's Christmas time again. W00t.

Remember kids, this holiday season, don't cruise with booze. (Believe me, the sticker knows.)
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Friday, November 12, 2004

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What can I say? The world is grey--at least our part of it is.

For the most part, if you own a comptuer, you probably live in a place riddled with suicide cases and anti-depressants.

We have everything--food, cleanliness, technology, money--yet most people go through life half-defeated.

I think this might have rather alot to do with the fact that your life never really changes, once you're born in a place like here.

Once you start going to school, your life is wake up too early, come home, eat, go to sleep, repeat.

And even if you take up a sport or a hobby, it's just the same thing every day.

Nothing ever changes.

It's pathetic, really.
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The cover of the !ndigo-Chapters holiday
Today was a day of nothing.

By this, I mean that we literally did nothing, academics-wise, in any of my six classes.

Hell, we've barely done anything all week, academics-wise, but, nonetheless, witness Godel's schedule:

Extended TAG/Homeroom - sat around reading Raymond Carver

Period One: French - watched "All Quiet On the Western Front", in English

Period Two: English - read "Thank you, Ma'am" and talked about "life changing experiences"

Period Three: Art - Chinese brush painting

LUNCH!!!!

Period Four: Health - read about various eating disorders, and some more Raymond Carver

Period Five: Strings - we had a sub, meaning I sat around reading Raymond Carver and finished it

Period Six: Geography - teacher never showed up, resulting in Anarchy

Oh yes, it truly is a small, good thing when your geography teacher simply doesn't show up for class.
Unless, of course, your name is Samm, in which case you're just plain screwed. *points and laughs at Sammie-chan*

Haha--Sammie-chan bought a Madona hat! *points and laughs some more* Ah well, it's cool, I guess.
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Thursday, November 11, 2004

Poppies and doves to you. Incidentally, 2000 hits!
So, it's Remembrance Day.

This, of course, means that today is a time to remember all the brave Canadian men and women who lost their lives and loved ones during WW2, along with every one who is dying, or ever has died, in any war, anywhere.
The majority of people are able to grasp this concept and its extreme value, however, the number of people who seem to find it "cool" to disregard this event absolutely sicken me.

People who giggle and swear and make stupid jokes during the one minute of silence we are supposed to stand and observe, along with the people who seem to have no idea as to what this day is about, really ought to have their heads blown off, just to see what it would feel like.
But today is supposed to be a day to promote peace, so acting upon how much they diserve such treatment would really be the same as the behavior they display, when you get right down to it.

However, there is still something particularly heartwarming about seeing every one, everywhere, regardless of their race, gender, or creed, wearing a symbol that commemerates all the people who have fought, and who are fighting, for peace around the world.
It's always interesting to hear what young people have to say about the war, and how it affected their families, mostly because it was only after WW2 ended that immigration really, really, picked up, resulting in every one landing...here.

So, when you get down to it, today is important. Really, really, important.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

And, then, orchestra did NOT happen, and there was much rejoicing.
Dude, that geography test was so fucking easy, I can hear the Universe crying.

Which probably means I haven't yet realized I failed it.

Whatever.

Well, I did unbelievably poorly on my last two English assignments, on both of which I scored a royally lousy 79% or so.
I was going to commit seppuku right there, but there was no one around who could have been a half-decent second.

Working on that.

Curly Rudy is a cool song, and I think my math teacher was in some sort of accident, meaning she shouldn't be back tomorrow, either.

>:^D

Life is decent. Now go read How to Learn Engrish, like a good member of my fanbase.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression [of me]?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
16. What song are you listening to right now?
17. Do you love me?
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Monday, November 8, 2004

Vous y arrivez en sautant.
What could be more evil than a math teacher who springs a test on something you have not covered in class upon you without notice. What if the test was eight pages long and took even the most egg-headed of your classmates over two hours to complete? What if having to stay late after school to complete it resulted in your having to take the bus home, after waiting in the cold for almost half an hour, wishing you'd brought the lining of your jacket with you, instead of just the shell, all the while wondering what you were going to do because your mother was going to slay you for not telling her about the test?

Bah. A pox upon you!

Which somehow reminds me that I have to hand in a value drawing for art class tomorrow. A value drawing I haven't started, at that.

Anyway...

Yesterday, I spent four and a half hours at the mall with my dear friend, Pearl, and picked up some nice stuff.

That is, I got volume one of Stand Alone Complex (which proved to be more complex than you would have imagined, when it came to the actual getting for all recreational purposes) and a nifty skirt that I'll probably freez my ass (or at least shins) off wearing, because stockings just aren't all that warm when it's negative thirty degrees out, with wind-chill.

But I'm not going to let a little thing like the weather stop me from achieving my goals! After all, I have voyageur(e) blood in me, baby. (Luckily, this hasn't contributed much to a general lack of height, however.)

I get to do a project on Hemophilia. >: 3

Damn Sammie-chan and her taking skin grafting before I could!

And damn Laura for taking tree grafting before I could, then changing her topic to what I had developed an interest in over the weeked.

Grr.

Additionally, vampires are sooooo boring...! Totally last decade.

Barring the original Dracula, of course, because he's just classy. : 3

Dear god, I have to do a French project now. O_o""

Merde.
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Saturday, November 6, 2004

Listening to people's conversations with their younger siblings while you're talking to them on the phone is always interesting, isn't it?

Another, rather memorable, exchange I happened to end up listening to was as follows...

"No, Jerry! You can't look at it! Go away!" *loud thump, followed by crying and screaming* "What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Mo~om, Davie made a swear!!!!"
"Shut the f--I mean, here, Jerry, you can look at the picture... Now piss off, dammit..."

I spent about two hours on the phone last night, from 8:30 'til 10:45, talking to a friend I haven't talked to in...ages.
Our conversation, naturally, settled upon yaoi and Pearl's homophobic friends, until it finally drifted to Bush's winning the election, how annoying the majority of modern aritsts are, why Chinese is an evil language, as is English, just how crazy Japanese people are, and how, last week, at church, her little brother kicked the priest's seven-year-old in the balls and made him bleed, resulting in a trip to the hospital.

France isn't going to church this weekend. *cough*

Speaking of coughing, I've been doing so for a week now, and it's really pissing me off.
Every winter, I get this god-awful cough that just wont go away, always accompanied by head-aches, a runny nose, itchy, watery eyes, and a general lack of wellness.

I'm fucking tired of not being able to get to sleep until four in the morning on weeknights--thanks to medecine not working for about three hours, and wearing off after one--and having to then wake up at seven.

*kills some stuff*

I still find it funny that my friend has a "designer" shirt he got in China, reading

AZZURE
Love Life Denim

, most likely because they spelled "azure" incorrectly.

Shows what they know.

Oh, and apparently, Yvon of the Yukon just isn't popular with Godel's fanbase.

I promise not to inflict him upon you again. u.u

...maybe.

Oh, and, Sammie-chan, I don't think a flying penis really would have improved the situation.

(And how do you plan to prove Shin wrong, anyway?)

O_o"
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