I woke up this morning with dread. However, once awake, and aware that I have to do this I'm feeling a strange calm. In the shower I realized that this semester cannot possibly be any worse than last semester. After having the worlds worst math teacher and the worlds most impersonal science teacher, and a social teacher who, while nice, can sometimes seem like the dictatorial leaders from the 20th Century.

Plus, tomorrow after school I'm going to go out and get me a job! Or try anyway.

I have so many books I want to read. I hope I get the chance. I seem to be in a classics mood these days. One Flew Over the Cukoos Nest, A Clockwork Orange, The Stone Angel, The Edible Woman, The Grapes of Wrath, (I got the GOW and OneFOTCN for $5 each, which was strangely thrilling.) Not to mention Big Sur sitting upstairs and Animal Farm on the way from Brenna's house. And the ones I haven't even acquired yet, Anne Frank, Breakfast of Champions, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, okay it's bedtime now, to play eenie-meenie-miny-moe.

Oh how time flies. It's difficult to believe that I only have a few months of school left. Tomorrow is the beginning of semester two. I'm going to do so much better managing everything this time around.

It's spring! Well faux spring. Regardless, it's fabulous outside. Sun! Oh wonderful marvellous sun! Enough of that now.

I bought some new clothes finally. It feels so good to have something different to wear.

Anyway, the past three days have been pretty awesome, no educational obligations to see too. Yesterday I was strangly grumpy, of course that could have something to do with the violent and tragic death of Clare McLeod on McLeods Daughters on friday night. Bah, stupid television ratings.

Anyhow, I am babysitting some brownies so I should probably pay more attention now.
I guess the point is that life is exciting and fleeting.

I just can't wrap my mind around this studying for social thing. I've done so much of it surely I don't need to do anymore. Alas, I doubt that is really the case. I adore social studies but I despise the exams, every question is so objective. Gah. Okay, I'm going to drive myself nuts.

Oh boy.
I am so tired lately, it's not fair. I am unable to start studying before noon. On the agenda for today is a healthy dose of science with the focus on chemistry, and a far too large dose of social studies.
Oh boy.

I am uberly prepared for the exam tomorrow. Math. Hurrah. The fact that I have very low expectations to live up too makes things incredibly easy. That, and the fact that I've done so many practice questions in the past two days.

Also, today I've had the mother of all headaches. Can we say lobotomy anyone, seriously it's that bad. I've taking far too much tylanol to effectively study anymore, so in 18 minutes I will retire to the couch to watch the O.C. Tonights guest appearance: The Thrills.

Over and out.

i never expected to say this
but... i really love being a socialite.

i feel really really good today. the world is okay.

 

i love this chair. i love all the chairs in my grandmothers house. there are so many stories within them.

So I guess this is what we're up against.

I am so angry I can't articulate proper sentences. I encourage you to read the above statement and respond in a tasteful display of hate mail*. Good plan? Yes.

*E-mails, hand written letters, letters to the "government leaders" that he so fondly speaks of.

Studying all evening. Bah. Blah, Ack, arg, grrr. I'm getting an average of 80% on most of the old tests I've done. For science that is. I love playing my guitar. I super glue coated my fingers because the fin fell off the fish. It was unintentional. I am sort of ready for my critique tomorrow. I'm good at interviews, even if words are more and more often failing me.

Oh man, United Nations booklet for bed time reading. Elliott Smith obsession. Particularly Kings Crossing, Twilight and A Fond Farewell from the new Album.

They aren't kidding when they say crazy glue bonds to skin instantly.

This afternoon I took a break from the excessive studying of the body systems to de-christmasify the house. It felt really good. My mother believes that Christmas decoration is synonymous with clutter, so as you can imagine the house seems just a little bit bigger. Mom was out while I was transforming the house. When she saw everything she started crying, which I've witnessed twice in my lifetime. Apparently she feels bad that Christmas came and went and it was terribly crappy what with the flu bug and the lack of Christmas joy.

I resolved to go all out for Easter if she liked.

Wow. I'm so impressed with myself. I did so much better this week than I expected too. I got excellent marks on every major test I wrote this week (I don't know about the math one I wrote today, but it seemed incredibly easy.) I kicked the cold wars ass, with a 82%. I'm awesome.

Pounding headache. Oh man. I am tired beyond belief.
The sunami is still making my stomach roll and my eyes sting.
Tomorrow I am going to fail a math test. I am not looking forward to it.
Also we have a whack of snow outside. The words "snow day" have crossed my mind.

Okay, well, I was taking fairly regular doses of Naproxen for the past six years of my life, excepting the last four months.

The plan was to use the line from Napoleon Dynamite when I got home from school today:

Parental Figure: How was school today?
Napoleon(me): Worst day of my life, what do you think?

However I couldn't because today has been a pretty good day, especially for a tuesday. We had the first ever G.S.A. meeting today at lunch. It was akward, because I'm not a good leader and I was the leader. "So, ummm..." that quite possibly was a direct quote from the meeting.

Also, I went in to see a guidance counsellor afterlunch to see about English teachers. They switched me into Ms. Smyths class. It was so simple and easy and exactly what I wanted. For the record, nothing with guidance has ever been that easy.

Next semester will be awesome.

Every day I come home and proceed through the same events. Walk in the door, snack, backpack plops down beside the computer type in the address for my blog, click on my live journal friends page, get distracted by friends page, and repeat.

Today my father did not have to work so he and my mother are out walking. I have been left to wait for the Purolator man. My father fixed my laptop, it has been broken since early July when upon my return from fern it exploded with pornographic spam. So that's good news. I've nearly forgotten this morning's panic attack.

A quarter of the way to school this morning I realized that I did not have my social assignment. SO we went home, but I couldn't print it off because my computer was broken. This is where I start hyperventaliating. So we temporarily fixed it, but in the mean time I had got out my social booklet to copy down the things I needed, so I managed to print everything off, ran out the door and made it to school with just enough time to realize that I had the stuff I had printed off but I had left the rest of my social stuff at home.

So obviously the right reaction was to immediately freak out, and spend the rest of the morning dreading the moment when I have to tell my teacher (at this time I will remind you that my teacher is a large 40-something polish man who bellows at the slightest sign of incompetence, he bellows a lot.) exactly why I didn't have my assignment. Luckily it never came to that and he was too busy trying to cover the Vietnam War in 70 minutes. Also, it didn't make it any worse that for the second time in a row I've received the highest mark on the position paper.

I am so run down however, the next month might possibly be the worst I might ever see, I'm now realizing that taking five courses, three of them being intense academic courses, and the other two being time consuming art/writing courses, is not a good idea, in fact it's a very bad idea.

However, I won't even need a backpack next semester, what with the One English class and the Three art classes I'm taking. (I'm stating this mostly for my benefit.)

In the interest of proving that I have not done "nothing" this holiday:

I have read,
Plays:
The Effects of Gamma-Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds by Paul Zindel
Most of The Soldier Dreams by Daniel McIvor
(If anyone wants to toss anymore more plays my direction I won't complain)
Books:
Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie
Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters
Trace Elements of Random Tea Parties by Felicia Luna Lemus
Oranges are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

I've watched:
Schindlers List
Chicago
Festival Express
Boys Don't Cry
Entire Corner Gas season 1
Naploeon Dynamite (twice)
Garden State (twice)
Mrs. Brown
Real Women have Curves (mothers choice)
CKUA Radio Worth Fighting For
There was more, quite a bit more actually, but sadly I can't remember it.

I can't think of anything else to note on the entertainment lists but I'm going to keep a list of all the books I read this year.
I am not looking forward to school tomorrow. I've forgotten the good bits that I had before, and I've become far too comfortable without a routine.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
My father has the flu. I want to go back to school.