Why hello there

With school, myspace and....well that's about it, I've been a little too busy for the blogging community. But you're in luck. Since I'm fasting from myspace this week, I'm tired of reading, there's nothing good on TV, and my mom's on the phone, I have decided to attempt a blog.


My bio teacher is pregnant...well that's just the general assumption of the class. One minute she's saying super and spilling out sentences a million miles an hour through her un-smashable smile, and the next second screaming about the pink paper some careless individual let fall to the floor. Oh my oh my oh my. Honestly. What bothers me though is that she cannot stand me for all she's worth and is determined to not allow me to reach 100% on any assignment. There was this one informal lab where I only lost one half mark because she "didn't like the way [I] worded the sentence" yet when i approached her on the matter, that was the only reason she could come up with, after 2 minutes. Therefor tomorrow I am approaching the teacher (she's a student teacher) since I've attempted numerous times to make peace with her, and I plan to state my case. I am in major need of an 86% average, and with this build up of undeserved lost half marks, she really isn't helping out.


In other news, my friend Danae and I went to a hockey game on Saturday night, between the Westside Warriors and Merrit something-or-others. Rather than go through it in detail, I will post the poem I came up with on the spot, while leaving her a comment on myspace...

"A Not Lackadaisical Date"

Danae took me to a hockey game
In my mind this was not a shame
It was McGarva who gave us the tickets for free
And I felt so honored that Danae asked me
There was lots of fighting and really cute men
It gave us the chance to act like we were ten
Although the arena made us freezin freakin cold
We stood our ground for the warriors, labeled ourselves bold
Starbucks was our refuge from the scary streets
Then a homeless man tried to sell us "rings" but only Danae would he meet
Chocolate and chocolate gave us our energy back
And with Taylor we became one wild pack
Our dance moves were out of this world
As the puck was, numerous times, swirled
On the way home we never got to listen to Sexy Back
That's okay though, it was the only thing the date did lack
Because when we got to my house we ate cake
And afterwards did a shimmy shake.
At that moment we said our sad good-byes
But knew that tomorrow, we would look into each others eyes.

Yes, lackadaisical is a real word, thankyou. In fact it is one of myn and Danae's favorites, which is why it is in the title of this poem.


Friday night was a wedding which honestly is among the top two this year. So simple yet elegant, and full of funfunfun. We danced until it was near 1 in the morning to songs like my humps, sexy back, in da club, etc. Oh yes, it was a pastor's son's wedding, calling for many other pastors in attendance, this however, did not deter our dancing. According to Johnny him and I now have a song, which happens to be that "what a wonderful world" one. Probably because we danced to it. All I can think of when I hear that song is my grade two teacher talking about how the world is really such a beautiful place, and that trees have feelings too. For serious.


One last story, as I wait ever so patiently for my mom to hurry off the phone so her teenage daughter can reach the outside world while in deprivation of myspace which happens to be harder than I thought it would be. What a run on sentence that was. Anyways, story...
Lately I've been sleeping with a hot water bottle so as to keep me warmer as I slumber through the chilly fall nights. So last night, as every other night, I went to bed with one my mother had so graciously tucked under my covers, awaiting my embrace. It's rather old, and had a bit of stretched skin around the neck (I refer to it as a tumor because when you squeeze it it puffs out like a bubble). About 6am I woke up and thought to myself 'wow, my left arm is awfully chilly' rolled over, and fell asleep again. Move onto 8am when I wake up again and think to myself 'my arm is still cold...because it's wet...why am I sweating so heavily on just one arm?' to my horror i realize the water bottle tumor had burst and leaked all over the upper left hand corner of my bed. Rather than trying to solve the problem of wet sheets I changed my shirt, took my dry pillow, blanket, and teddy and sauntered over to Kelly's old bedroom where I proceeded with my sleeping for another 2 and a half hours. Then mommy cleaned up my bed mess. The end.