dude. non ward party w/ward ppl is

What? non ward party w/ward ppl is what? Don't leave me hanging here! NO! Don't WALK AWAY! I YEARN TO KNOW!!!

Don't worry. I didn't walk away. It was alright...truth or dare, high heels, FOOD, stuffed animals, everything. Yep!

g'morning and merry christmas! (3am post)

Yep. The family party has just officially ended- the door slammed shut on the last visitors. I can still hear them walking down the driveway through the open window. It is 3:12AM on Sunday, December 25th 2005. An hour ago, I was sleeping behind a small pile of presents, (mostly clothes) holding onto Speedy McKenneth and Big Bunny, of course. Here's how the party worked out:
First guests at 8:00- right as i opened the car door to hop out after mass I heard, "HEY!"
Party Picks up at 7:30
We start dinner at about 11:45pm.
Presents start at about 12:45pm, the next day!
Presents end at...2:30am
Dessert/Adult Kris Kringle/Wrapping up of celebrations- 3:00am
Average GIGANTIC family christmas i guess! and now...to return to the depressing business of my life and SLEEP. Merry Christmas y'all.

proud to be pilipino

yeaa...i'm a nerrd. now, watch me struggle. ako ay pilipino...i'm so proud of it, my culture, my family- especially for coming all the way from the other side of the world. there is so much more here, and though i am a pilipino-canadian, pero, i know i have responsibilities to my family, "back home." yea, i've never been back, but for us, it's still home. my heart belongs to canada, but my blood runs filipino. anyways, i should probably get back to that overdue monologue. by the WAY- kumain ka na ba?? hoy!! (*tsk) *smiles. that's all i know how to say. And i think i spelled 'pero' wrong...newho, salamat ho/po for your time, loves.

THE APL SONG (Black Eyed Peas)

Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com

burst my bubble - headers

Take Back Your Balloons.
Exacto knives and balloons don't mix. TAKE IT BACK. I DON'T WANT YOUR ----------. Let it go. Let's move on, because time is moving quickly and you seem to be stuck in a rut.
Back Off.
I don't need you asking questions all the time. I don't want you perpetually in my face. BACK OFF. I can deal with- wait- you don't even know what the hell is wrong. Let it go.
Stick To The Rules.
You all know I'm not always the greatest advocate to rules, but I'm not a great risk-taker either. But honestly, sometimes you kinda need them there. I'm not talking about admin rules here either- GO12, pay attention.
Joyeux Noel, GTH.
I love Christmas. I do! I think the birth of Christ is an amazing event we definately need to be remembered 2005 years after it happened. Hold on- why does everyone else hate this season as well? Must be something to it, eh?
Close Your Eyes.
Because you definately don't want to know what's coming next. BUCK UP YOUNG CHUCK, I'm headed your way. And I'm ANGRY.

...



AUGHHHH FUCK OFF!!!!

happy 15th v.a.l.!!!

Yes. That's right. It's a PARTY BLOWER THING. HAPPY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY VAL!!! Hopefully it's not your last 15th birthday party, if you believe in reincarnation. Hopefully it's your last 15th birthday party, if you don't! YAY FOR VAL!!!

invisible

can you slip away into the night? can you disappear completely? is it possible for you to be standing in the middle of a circle of people and no one sees you at all? or is it just that no one cares?

teen angst...

christmas for mw and the beef dance

Christmas came early for mary ward.
“TA’s, please come pick up the new agenda’s for your TA in the main office immediately.” Instantly a murmur hissed down the hall as students caught on to the implications of this message. Almost everyone rushed to TA, and as we walked in, Mark’s EA was standing at the front of the room grinning like Santa Claus and yelling, “Does everyone have an agenda? Who doesn’t have a new agenda!?”
People were squealing as we clung on to these new- whole- books. I stroked my nice clean agenda. I didn’t even put it in my bag- I carried it the whole way home. Just goes to show you
a) Agenda’s are the new bible
b) Mary Ward students are completely insane
c) Our admin is willing to waste thousands of dollars to print new agenda’s that don’t fall apart after three days of use, but not willing to think before scheduling mandatory assemblies.

What are we supposed to do??

Thanks to Kyle Switzer and Minpetellisa from the 15/Love boards, I'm pleased to present you with...The Beef Dance!!! That's why I wanted to be BEEF.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=QCGR5WOV

the unofficial mw dictionary, part ii

We return, nearly a month since the last installment of the unofficial mw dictionaryto clear the smoke of some more hazy mw lingo.

survive- v. my parents first used 'survive' in connection with mw when i was in grade five. ever since then, i've hated the word. survive is a very general term, meaning keeping your sanity and your mind straight, while continuing to live the mw lifestyle.

motivated- adj. many teachers mention "motivation" when speaking to particularly behind students. motivation is the realization that you either get off your ass, or you fail.

transfer out- v. some of your class will not graduate with you because they weren't motivated, and they didn't survive the lifestyle. these people transfer out, and enter another normal school.

normal school- n. day zero's. the days that are most unlike a normal school are what we are referring to here, because for us it is an average day.

scheduled days like a normal school- phrase. slightly contradictory, these are scheduled days.

kopach- p.n. a synonym for devil, fear, or nit-picky. not to be used lightly.

That concludes the unofficial mw dictionary, part ii.

what does it cost?

Staying up late, losing my sleep, losing my temper, losing my sanity...

I can't figure out this whole time management thing. MW LIVES on time management- every moment is planned, used to twice it's potential, and carefully monitored. I know, I know, it's the way it's supposed to be. And it's good, isn't it? But I just can't do it! There's so much to do, and never enough time to do it. It's just kind of overwhelming, you know?

I miss the summer. And I know I can't get back all the extra free time and everything, but just a few days off with good weather would be fun. And relaxing.

I should take a break...

in other news

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEMON!

I'm trying as hard as I can to pass over the extreme rage I'm experiencing right now. I shall edit this post later, as I'm failing at it.

incense

I'm in the computer lab...I've reminisced, I've spent a sleepless night remembering everything, the ceremony, the fifteen years we spent learning from him... and I just can't seem to let go of anything. Let me tell you how it went, so that it seems so much less like a dream and so much more like reality. Reality, the one thing I'm trying to escape, has finally caught up to me. But still...this is a modified version of events, since this is a public blog after all.

DingDong

"TINAAAAAA! HE'S HERE!" I tumbled down the stairs and wrenched open the front door, (it's got one of those odd vacuum things) ushering Lemon inside. We dawdled around upstairs until my brother, who had come home from London expressly for this ceremony ushered us into the car. It was not more than a three minute drive away, but we were still shivering with the cold as we forced ourselves to walk into the church. It wouldn't do to be running in at a time like this. Unsure, I lingered in the lobby with old friends while Lemon went to go pay his respects. I'd resolved not to go see his body...I wanted to remember him as he was before.

Eventually Movie came in and I accompanied him up. It was too much. The little cards with his pictures on him didn't look anything like him...he didn't even look anything like him. The only way I could tell it was real was his hands...the same hands that are the only thing I can remember. It was too much for Movie too. I took him to my brother and we tried our best to make the hurting stop but sometimes you can't let it work that way. After a while, I left with some friends, as well as Movie to go see if they needed help at the back. I handed out the deceitful little cards, I asked if they wanted to make donations, I said, "Would you like to sign the registry?" All the while my friends and I stood in that little line, a sentry of the youth he'd taught the essence of being Catholic, and shared his stories. It was the beginning of healing. The only way we could really let him leave forever is if we forgot him, and what he had done for us. "Father, I threw peanuts in the water!" "PING! A special blessing." "You should all consider Holy Orders." "Do you want to see all my pockets?" "My brother." "We stood by the river." "It was a miracle." "This is our faith." "This is our faith."This...is our faith." So we'll pass on the message and vow never to forget.

The mass began...we stood outside of the church waiting, as ushers do, and listening, as ushers sometimes do. The phrase of the night was, "You okay?" followed a nod of the head. The homily- eulogy? was appropriate. It was so shocking to see the 10 or more priests, and three Franciscan Friars creating a circle of golden vestments, interspersed with brown. The mass was beautiful...and over quite soon. As the youth assembled a pathway for the procession and the casket to follow, we watched as incense floated up to the top of the Church, hovering over the alter and finally reaching us way in the lobby. The priests crowded behind our path as the pallbearers processed and joined our line up. Father Reg. blessed the casket with Holy Water, as the incensed flowed through the area. As the ushers and youth we had the closest view of it all happening...and suddenly, he was gone. The Mass was over, and Friar Guy Gartland was on his way to New York. We re-grouped, calmed ourselves down, and headed for the sanctuary of the hall. And then we told stories...more of them, more of our memories until we could laugh while still thinking of him.

My brother sought us out and Lemon and I headed home, not quite ready to let go, but a little closer. For me, at least. I wonder what happened at Ms. Waskel's...

reality

Don't give me reality when I want to hear your lies...don't let me know when you're pretending so I can think it's real...don't tell me honestly/seriously/sadly because sometimes, I just don't want to know. I can't stand to hear you telling me everything is real. I can't bear to look when I know the time has passed.

Does the same go for you? Do you want me to lie or say it straight to your face?
I know when people ask me, "are you ohkay?" "how are you?" that they want me to say, "yes, i'm fine, i'm stupendous, i'm flying, i'm soaring, i'm sinking, i'm drowning, i'm dying, i'm lying, i'm just holding on." (Quoted from a convo today.)

What makes no sense and has no reason fills my mind. What's more, I know it makes no sense and has no reason. Don't fucking tell me all is right because no shit, everything's fine. I swear, everything's fine.

(Am I lying?)

surrealism and the keerie, in remembrance

The following is an excerpt written on November 10th, 2005, in the Mary Ward Chapel.

...Scant minutes after we'd gone our ways, I slipped through the Chapel door in search of solace. The scene was painfully stark, two boys and three girls, staring at their fingers as they murmered a plea to Our Lady.
"Hail Mary full of grace..." I joined them, each within our own reverie and linked by prayer.
"Merciful redeemer..." The rosary finished, we sat in silence. It was merciful indeed, that we had this chance, a choice. To gather in the twilight hours and pray to God for whatever His will may be. Slowly we drifted, and now I'm sitting here concealed a bit but writing out our tribute to him.
...Our Confirmation year was the most memorable- right from the first week of school he taught us about being Catholic- not Christian, Catholic. Throughout the year we learned about our faither and our church. He took us on tours, explaining the symbolism...we learned to usher and help at Mass. (Many of the Confirmandi from our year continue to do so today, myself included.) I watched for two years as hundreds of Confirmandi passed through his hands. I listened as he tried to recruit us, (the ushers) for the priesthood or convents. I can still remember the day he told us he was leaving for treatment, instructing us on the kids bulletins, showing us where everything was.
...I can still remember, and so we wait. We're all writing out our tributes now- Nisha smiling sadly, Camille as she sniffs back tears. I can hear the band faintly, the tune of "Follow the Fold" from drama, and the sounds of rehearsal. It isn't too long before I head there myself but today is a weak day, and it knows not the cold that lies here.

That was a little over a week ago. It's Saturday night, the news we waited for arrived this morning. Honestly, I had my mouth full of chocolate and was humming the tune of a new song I found sheet music for when the phone rang. It took a while. I passed the message on, as was my duty. It's still taking a while. I've returned from mass- which brings it all to reality. Not completely there yet, but still a little more real. The one thing at mass was that as ushers, we could run the mass the way he wanted while he wasn't here, but there was always the expectation of his return. Just hovering in the background, it was, the idea that his absence was temporary. Today I realized we'd never snap our mouths shut at the sound of his rosary, or see him standing at the alter, or listen carefully to his instructions. We learned to put out the kids bulletins, organize the Confirmandi, reserve seats, call Communion Ministers, put away the bag, check the collection schedule, grab the baskets, seat the people...everything in the past few months. And now comes the real test. Can POP RC survive without the man who did it all? I mean geez, we had to get a whole committee to replace his work with Confirmation, First Communion, and First Reconcilation candidates.

It isn't real yet. But it will be, soon. Silent comfort in your presence, spontaneous teenage prayer, quiet hugs, saddest eyes. With one look today, we communicated everything. I walked into the church and- one look. Donovan came- one look. It took that.

PS: On the right-hand navigation bar, you'll find a list of links. The third one is a link to The Power of WHAT? a blog created by The Group of Twelve. You'll find me, under the alias Aeriana Eve, (just like it is here) among with my cookie loving friends. Never of course forgetting, Samantha/Addy/Jeffrey who love muffins just as much. And Kaitlyn, who loves marshmallows. And Richard, who loves chocolate. And Lemon, who loves...Lemons! And I, who love it all.

Friar Guy Gartland, School Ministry, Franciscan. [never.Forgetten]

the IMAGE post

*cluE

"It's my belief that history is a wheel. 'Inconstancy is my very essence,' says the wheel. Rise up on my spokes if you like but don't complain when you're cast back down into the depths. Good time pass away, but then so do the bad. Mutability is our tragedy, but it's also our hope. The worst of time, like the best, are always passing away."
-Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy

History repeats itself

passive

You can make no change being passive, but equally so, you can make no positive change by being violent. We spend too much of our lives being passive and apathetic. Passive is defined below.

Main Entry: 1pas·sive Pronunciation: 'pa-sivFunction: adjectiveEtymology: Middle English, from Latin passivus, from passus, past participle1 a (1) : acted upon by an external agency (2) : receptive to outside impressions or influences b (1) : asserting that the grammatical subject of a verb is subjected to or affected by the action represented by that verb (2) : containing or yielding a passive verb form c (1) : lacking in energy or will : LETHARGIC (2) : tending not to take an active or dominant part d : induced by an outside agency

As scary as it is to think, we're graduating in less than three years. We're all headed either into reality, college, or university. And after that...who knows. But wherever we are, we must make an impact on our worlds. It is our responsibility to make a difference, however small.

(PS: Yay for fontface, where I found the font for the image, "Passive" above. FONT: Impacted.)

the unofficial mw dictionary

Welcome to the first installment of the unofficial mw dictionary! Let us begin...

on track- phrase. not referring to a train or streetcar, but in reference to how many units you have completed. To be "on track" means to have completed a sufficient number of units to complete the course by June.

slacker- n. to waste time, to have the resources and ability to complete work yet choosing not to. v. slacking.

frenchie- n. referring to those who, of their own will, continue to take the french course after the mandatory grade nine course.

nerrd- n. someone who never hallwalks, skips, or wastes time within an area. also refers to those who are working while others are slacking.

niner- n. people in grade nine. this label carries a negative denotation, as niner's are usually seen as immature, distracting, and irresponsible. ouch.

inSANE!- phrase. "You're inSANE!" refers to those who are fasttracking or very much ahead of target date.

the admin- n. the vice principals, principal, and sometimes the hall monitors and IA's. (But not the EA's.) usually used in phrases similar to, "The admin are such idiots!" "Shit! Admin down the hall." "Those stupid admin assemblies." "Admin are wasting our time."

take a break- phrase. because of the self-directed system, it is possible to go to an area where you plan to relax or seperate yourself from work for the period. this can be slighty self-destructive, as you may develop a habit of break periods, (i.e. every 5th period) or may get into a break state of mind for the remainder of the day. many students "take a break" on the last period of the week.

More mw dictionary to come later!

Back again- I reiterate. MOODy teachers. GO AWAY! Or just go relax in your office or something I do'nt know but stay AWAY FROM ME!!!

rainy days

On the right is a jpg. of the short little ditty i composed on
nutsy teachers on rainy days. Below are the lyrics.

Rainy days, make teachers nuts.
They drive their students insane.
Why can't they just let go?
Sometimes we need a break.
Stop the rage!
Breathe it away...
And wait for a sunny day.

It wasn't really meant to be any good, but just an expression against teachers and counter ladies who seem to be on some kind of anger inducing pill as soon as the sky darkens. I hate to think of winter...

Ohkay. Question: Why do people think they're invisible as soon as they enter a stairwell? I CAN STILL SEE YOU. Hun, even though YOUR eyes are closed while you're making out with your bf/gf, mine aren't. Did you not realize that stairs are the equivalent of an intersection in the middle of a road? There are four staircases that 1400 people pass through every day. AND YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF IT! Oh, oh yea my bad I didn't realize that you were standing in that little alcove where the library emerg. exit is, or the little window place where the walls broken....I CAN STILL SEE YOU.

Breathe people, breathe.

magic letters

The magic letters are...P. M. S. What is it that makes our hormones run mad and send us into shopping/eating/raging fits of manic insanity? (Ohkay, I know, shuttup...FSH/LSH/estrogen- too much science) I know, (and so does lemon) when I'm feeling especially bitchy, and why. Apparently the administration is working against us, because when they called those stupid Three Days of Extended TA So We Can Nag You About Your Uniform And Time Management And Hallwalking While Being Hypocrites they never thought about the magic letters. (Day 2, TA's 25-55)

Day 3 begins tomorrow, but we're just wasting our time away in Extended, while Ta's 56-70 get to listen to the Assembly's We Called Over Three Days of Extended TA So We Can Nag You About Your Uniform And Time Management And Hallwalking While Being Hypocrites. I'm so excited. (Sarcasm, by the way.)

These Unit Seven HRE20 seminars sound REALLY lame, but I actually find them kind of interesting. The seminar I went to today was about peace and it was so eye-opening, all the different kinds of destruction and violence that permeate our daily lives. We've drifted so far from what God envisioned for us, (as far as we can tell from interpretations of the bible.) And as we all know- it's a lot more difficult to undo than it is to do. Some things, you just can't take back.

golden craaaaaaaackers!

The screenshot explains the weird subject line of this blog...I hope you can read it. If not, I blame the resizing of photobucket. I swore to nairy-berry that I'd make it my blog subject line.

First, I'd like to thank all the people over at the forum, (15/Love addicts are the most amazing people ever!) for replying to my racism thread, and commenting on the blog! Discrimination is something we should all fight together- no one should be a bystander. We all have a responsibility towards working for equality.

I canna stay long- must continue working. Towards several things, but also towards finishing my courses. *sigh.

discrimination

Who here has experienced discrimination? Racism, sexism, ageism? In a country that prides itself on multiculturalism, equality and acceptance of all cultures and beliefs, we've still got a long way to go.

Every teenager has known the storekeeper who stares at you when you walk into the store, the ones who are wary of anyone who stalks you until you leave. It's a common story- and not completely without reason, considering the huge amount of loss stores experience from shoplifting.

Then there's the bus drivers who demand a student id when you're in uniform- No, I'm just wearing a kilt and dress shirt for fun. I think it's comfortable and extremely fashionable. There's the drivers who snatch your transfer and hold it up to the light- Yes, I'm secretly spending hours in a dark basement creating my own paper and ink to match the transfer and save myself oh, $1.25. The $1.25 that my parents are paying for, and not me. Then the ones who are looking at your legs...when you're holding your transfer up at shoulder level. Sir...sir...it's um, up here. Yea. Yea. Thanks. And finally, the ones who narrow their eyes and you and grunt when you get on the bus. Eek, you grunted. I'd be more scared if you scratched your head and pulled out a banana.

There's the people who ignore you when you walk into the room. The ones who point and laugh while crudely imitating Chinese, (and I'm not Chinese!!!) The one's who purposely exclude you for group projects, and whisper behind their hands while staring at you, the one's who suddenly can't hear when you start talking. The one's who can find fault in everything you say.

WE WERE NINE! WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT??

I'm a little bitter. Just a bit.

running around in circles

Last night I was preparing for my musical theatre presentation, since I was sick last week when everyone else did it. "Yo daddy-o! The hippest place to be is at Macy's... paper shakers...classy chassie's...drugstore cowboy...!" 50's slang is incredibly interesting. Anyways, I was continuing my research and found a lot of women's clothing, one of which was the circle skirt. (Or the poodle skirt.) So I hunted down that bolt of cloth I used for my halloween costume, the sewing machine, and scissors and got down to it. It only took an hour and a half to measure, cut, pin, and sew the whole thing together. In the end, I had to bring it in eight inches and then add a button, but it was all worth it. The drama presentation was fun! And because the skirt is a lot longer than my kilt, (though not as long as it should have been, and without the poodle applique) I could sit like a normal person for once. YAY FOR SITTING NORMALLY! (BTW, the skirt in the picture has a much heavier fabric than the one I used, and is really purple...)


I also finally saw Mme. Newman, since all the niner's and gr 10 art students were out of the school. It turned out to be me, bacteria boy, and her in room 307. "Enfin!" she says. True, true. So I feel better now, although I still need to catch up by a LOT in half my courses.

It was an alright now- but I really have to get cracking on my work. Maybe in the midst of a unit, inspiration will strike and I can make something new sometime when I have free time. This sewing phase is a lot more fun and productive than the yogurt phase.

YAY for Unit Seven HRE20 seminars! I've only been waiting for a month...

Special November Dates
Cal's 15th: Nov. 2nd
N/C: Nov. 3rd
K/K: Nov. 3rd
S/?: Nov. 9th
Carryover Exam Day (No School): Nov. 11th
K/M: Nov. 14th
LKM Mid-Term: Nov. 26th
(If I had an LJ, the above dates would be in a calendar. But I like blogspot...)

just pretend

Halloween approacheth. Well, actually Halloween is already here. I'm in the computer lab right now, typing out this blog because I'm done the history unit I was working on and it's no movement, so I can't get the next. (Stingy people! Last year they didn't care!)

It's nice to pretend to be something you're not, hiding behind some kind of a persona. It can also be lonely, where you feel as if it's only you under the mask. Forget, just forget everything about your life because sometimes you just need to let go! Just make sure you don't let go completely. I've been fooling myself, thinking I could get through this year without working all the time. I've been avoiding my courses until I've become so behind I doubt I can catch up without some major work. NEGLECT! I wish something would happen so that I could just forget for a while, with a good reason. But I can't forget, it's past that time.

Out of sight, out of mind, and still it lingers there. *sigh.

Here's a quote I'm working with in english, from Obasan;
”The sadness and the absence are like long winter storm, the snow falling in an unrelieved colourlessness that settles and freezes, burying me beneath a growing monochromatic weight. Something dead is happening, like the weeds that are left to bleach and wither in the sun.”

I'm back- this time after Halloween festivities. (To Marielaine/Marjolein; You're really missing out on candy!) And I'm completely exhausted, and all ready for bed if it wasn't for the fact that I still have to do work. That five days of the flu really put me behind- I could be less screwed up in so many courses! I can't keep my eyes open, but I'm going to have to, for the sake of that second period seminar. Can't...survive...at...MW! Must try harder, work more, less fun, more DISCIPLINE! (my eyes just drifted shut.) Just two years and eight months left to go.

it never ends, does it?

Finally done the costume- damn proud of it, but I don't trust the sewing enough to NOT bring a sewing kit to school tomorrow. Thanks to lemon for helping me sew! I'd never have finished without some citrus fruit.

The motto of the day was originally, "if I screw up, it's ohkay, it's only two eggs." (I tried cooking eggs this morning.) But it's changed..."it never ends, does it?" I had an awesome day, that's true...but it's the whole tomorrow part that bugs me. Nothing left to say.

singularly

Well...saturday school is sort of just funny now. for two weeks in a row we've ended at least one hour early and spend the rest of it talking while Dai Da something tries to interest us in Mandarin riddles. And songs. Oh, the songs...

So I finally started the infamous Fire Faerie Halloween costume- as depicted below:
It took me sooo long just to make the patterns for this, because I used four different shirts to make the bodice, bottom half, hood, and sleeves. Plus some guesswork. Then after that I had to cut them out, sew it together...I'm going to bed not having attached the sleeves yet, and I'm just barely able to type out this blog. Tomorrow, I'm adding colour to it with some fabric I found/bought to make it a bit more interesting.
I love my mommy! Let's put it this way- without her, I'd be hand-sewing the whole thing, and I don't even know how to hand-sew. Except for fixing Big Bunny, and for those of you who know her, lets face it- I'm not very good at fixing things with my amazing sewing skills.
Patience is needed.

Lil sister/wife/girlfriend/nun/honey
Big brother/husband/boyfriend/priest/lemon

The "usherette", as that odd creepy seminarian who was speaking today said, is a little weirded out by his off-colour speech today at Mass. Yes, I'm totally going to pray with my boyfriend so we can explore our vocations. Granted, we've attended mass together every week for more than a year, but it really doesn't count. Especially when you're an usher. But it was a good try, good try! They need better priest/nun recruiters...the church really does need more members of clergy in north america, but this is not the way to go about doing it. I suppose there isn't much to do- just wait for people to notice their vocation and try to convince them to live their lives for God.

Mary Ward is taking a decidedly stingy view of Halloween this year- costume or uniform? And you can't dress as a civilian? Shuuuuuure that's going to TOTALLY work out for them. I just realized- I can't reach in my costume. Crap. I think halloween is kool. CAAAAANDY!

Gotta sleep! Since I'm waking up tomorrow to sew and then do units, I'm not going to be sleeping for another week. Unless something comes up next sunday and *sigh...two weeks then. Big Bunny says, "goo nighttttt!" Aeriana Eve also says, "GOO NIGHT!"

math is sexy

Math, you make my heart race. Linear equations have never been so interesting. Indeed, in my life, I've never felt love like this. No, not for math. No, not for shiny things. No, not even for ice cream. (But yes for chocolate.) Math, you are truly the sexist subject in the world.

Lemons are also sexy. My sexy lemon...

The MW Lifestyle is one of schizophrenic tendancies. In art, you are an artist. In drama, you are...many things. In other areas you are a student, simply a student. Yea anyways...

Kenny wants to be a prince. I'm gonna be his princess. YO.

PS: I'm in a silly mood.

erfan (short for sweaterfan)

Today's blog title is courtesy of Miss Calystra A. L. A. AKA KC. OMG, stop with the acronyms. She wonders why they call these 'blogs.' why not, 'web logs.' Why indeed, Mrs. Anwari.

Apparently the above paragraph is to her satisfaction. Very.

Odd discussions today. All day. Nothing to say...back at school, I'm 14 units behind...TA interview today...byee!

...flu

Yes. Five days of flu. Five DAYS. Of fever, chills, headaches, heat, nausea...need I go on? Apparently I DO! Ohkay- at least six people on msn have asked me, "did you finish a lot of units?" and when I say no, they say, "why NOT?" HELLO?!? I was home...because I was SICK! SICKSICKSICK! If I was healthy enough to do work, shouldn't I be doing it at school? Hence, the whole Home Sick thing!! ARG!

I also developed a weird obsession with the Food Network. However...I'm watching Family Guy right now, (and it's making me DIZZY and DISORIENTED) so here's a pile of quotes.

My Favourite Family Guy Scene
Camerlengo: Pope! POPE! It's time to get up and put on your hat!
Pope: It's a stupid hat.
Camerlengo: POPE!
Pope: Ehh ohkay...
Camerlengo: Pope...the floor is not a hamper.
Pop: Ahh...fine.
Camerlengo: Good. Now it is time to go on the balcony and address the people.
Pope: Hi- AHHH! (Gets carried away by a hot air balloon.)
(In a back alley talking to Brian and Stewy.)You make-e the pope look like a fool! Smite them! (Nothing.) He's-a cookin something up!

Also, the scene on the double decker bus in Munich-
Brian: This book says nothing about 1940 until 19something...
Tourguide: Everyone went on vacation!
Brian: That's not true! Germany invaded Poland...
Tourguide: We were invited! Punch was served!

sweet oblivion

Quote from the new story box: we only have but one life, one love, one truth to find, our souls are intertwined...

Sometimes the easiest thing to do is try to forget- and at the same time it's the hardest. No matter how hard you try, it's always hovering at the back of your head, waiting for you to cringe from the memory. Years pass, but the memories still live. Nothing more to say...

of murder most foul

He looked into his face- his nine year old face- and shot him. He SHOT him.


The unit four HRE203 seminar made me cry. Twice. People are being killed RIGHT NOW. Someone in El Salvador, (and all over the world) is just finding the mangled body of their child. (I'm crying again!) But how can any change happen, when the people who beg and work for peace are victims of the very violence that they fought against? Yet when you try to fight fire with fire, we all end up getting burned. What choices do we have?

Some WebSites I Found
El Salvador a Wonderful Country
Personal site with links to English and Spanish material on culture, history, and current events.
Voices reveals plight of El Salvador child-soldiersHouston Chronicle, United States - 18 Oct 2005... "I thought they had been killed, but they were coming to play this church to help the victims of an earthquake in El Salvador. When ...

Oh. Oh yea. A wonderful country with child-soldiers.

twelve,twenty

^Today's Story Box ^

"What do you mean, don't skip? Then I can't see you!"
"Uh huh..."
"It's like...asking me not to see you!"
"Best analogy ever."

It was a boring day...I was alone for a lot of the day, *cough* people! So I created the Story Box in english, when I was bored. I still wish I was...unScrewed with school, because it's just so stressful knowing you're behind. And yet I cannot work because I am undisciplined.

AUGH FUCK OFF!

Anyways, Kat had a much better time AFTER school at town*cough*centre...yes, I love your time management skills, even more than I hate mine. Self-directed schools are amazing and suck all at once. Right now, they suck.

A lot.

Kat/Aeriana Eve needs to work now. It never ends, does it?

sickLY

school makes you sickLY.

that pretty much covers it.

underneath the starshine

Another difficult day...made better by a special visitor =) thanks hun...i really needed that.

New song for you guys...Matt Shapiro- Flowers in June.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=NKD54YKB

I can barely think about school...I just feel so low whenever it pops into my head. I'm eternally tired- I mean, I sleep so much! But when I wake up in the morning it's as if I just spent 8 hours running instead of sleeping. I don't think I've been in a "working mood" since grade nine! I don't need one day off , I need two. One day to sleep, and one day to work. Then I'll be fine, I think. I hope. Even weekends are busy...

Such a weird day...I'm trying to hard to get work done, but it's just not...not happening. I guess I should stop blogging and try to finish off some units. Oh God but it's hard- not the work, (well, sort of the work) but just getting through the day. They seem endless and too fast all at once. Am I really back here again? It seems like everytime I pull forward I get tugged back again. And I'm a fucking idiot, I lost my drama form and it's late already. And I've been neglecting french and math and...and everything. Everything seems so unreal...and I hope to God, it isn't. I really do.

watch out for those pesky landmines

A tribute to my all-time favourite song...that I had to email the band for. (It was a demo, apparently.) Here's a link to download it, just because I think it's a good song.

The Whereabouts- Landmine
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0IP9TDMX

So, while that downloads, I suggest you look around, take in your surroundings...take note of any weird things that you may not have noticed before. (Still waiting for the ad to stop, huh? Then...) I suggest that you go and either take a picture of this weird thing, fix it so it's normal, or just leave it. But don't forget to return here. (Still waiting?) Make up a daydream and enjoy the sweet loss of reality. At least, until it's done downloading.

Whew! That took a while, didn't it? Oh well...let's get started.

It can be sooo difficult- being a MW Student. Being ANY student! At least, when you have a job there's a point to doing work. But when you're just in school, it seems like you're going to be doing pointless work for a long, long time. Guess what? YOU ARE! (This is where you turn on something like Billy Talent, or Three Days Grace, or maybe even Fifty Nutz. But I don't think Fifty Nutz will cut it right now. Sorry!) When, WHEN, will I ever use this?




I don't know either, it was a rhetorical question. (Yes, I've been working on my Paint skills, thank you!) I just don't see the point of it anymore...but I guess I don't have a choice. Or do I? Let's explore this topic. You can always- not show up to school. You can fail,(and never graduate.) You can do a half-ass job on everything and work your way through, (more) school. You have a lot of options, apart from working. And I so wish right now, that those were some of my options. I wish that if I chose not to keep working, I would still be in biomedicine when I grew up. I wish...I wish it was easier. But don't we all? *sigh...I lost my motivation.

the old lady and her cats

There once was a 40-year-old lady living across from Kenny. Kenny had a crush on the 40-year-old lady, who had seven kids and forty cats- one for every year. She used to tell him, "everytime a cat dies, I get younger." One day when Kenny went to the lady's house, he tripped over a cat and killed it. Getting frantic, he grabbed the corpse and shoved it into the microwave. Then he turned it on. The old lady gave him cookies and a special kiss, (which made him blush) and sent him back to his house across the street. Then the old lady decided to make some popcorn. She opened the package and stuck it into the microwave. Suddenly she realized there was something furry in there. Something warm. Something...with Kenny's fingerprints on it. (On it's eyeballs.) (She had laser eyes, did I tell you that?) Then she ran across the street and climbed up Kenny's garage into his room, where she had been several times before. When Kenny saw her, he screamed and ran. But then he tripped. And he killed another cat. And they put the cat in the microwave together and retreated to the old lady's house, because now she was thirty-eight years old.

Good thing they were imaginary cats.

But Kenny really does have a crush on the 40-year-old lady living across the street and her imaginary cats. He has a soft spot...for her soft spots.

Kenny's girlfriend, (Aeriana_Eve) thinks it's weird. That he tripped over an imaginary cat belonging to his 40-year-old crush. But she still joins him in chucking a puffer at the road, dancing on the rain, and hanging out with kangaroos. Because she still loves him- despite the cats.

the NERDS of tomorrow

A horrible travesty has occured recently. The nerds of tomorrow- the future scientists- will no longer be able to attend OSClub. OSClub...my summer home...the only thing I would bus 1 1/2 hours to everyday...the place where I met all these amazing people- is over. OSClub has been cancelled- it will no longer exist next year. We were the lucky, the last few ones. And I'm so grateful for it...

the LONG story

Kat is here to clear things up. Kat is not "sick." Kat is not sick-PLEH. Kat is not "sick" or sick-PLEH! kat was extremely exhausted this morning, so my TA said i could come in and take a nap if i wanted to, after i went to seminars and stuff. so i did- i came in 3rd period and slept in parlato's office, cuz he's not here today. then lam came in and he's like, "oh! there's someone in here! that's very shocking!" (i'm QUOTING him too- i never expected him to say that...that's very shocking!) but ms small heard him and then SHE bothered me and she looked at me with the worried/angry/quiet face and then kicked me out EVEN THOUGH i had permission to be there....so i went to chaplaincy where my TA was and tried to sleep there. but ms. small had told him, "i think she should go home if she's that sick." and blahblahblah and now i'm at home, NOT at the u.4 religion seminar i've been waiting for, NOT going to rehearsal! kat is perfectly fine! (just really really sleepy!) ARG! I think I should not have been sleeping. But I was sooo tired!!!

your MW Student Profile

There are several lifestyles associated with being part of the Mary Ward community. A few are listed and briefly outlined below.

a) The Hard Worker- Often referred to as "nerd," "dedicated," or "on track," these people waste very little time in the day. The periods are carefully planned, checking for seminars and floor schedules as a MW Student should. Once they arrive at an area, they are efficient and focused. A few of Type A people may actually be, in Focus.
b) The Working Skipper- Otherwise known as, "the sick." These people find the MW environment not conducive to working. When reading this definition, they will understand the meaning and proper context of conducive, even though I can't spell it. Instead, they convince their parents to call them in sick, fake sick, or just leave school in favour of another place to work. Most Working Skippers are much more efficient outside of school, within school hours.
c) The Skippers- School can be tiresome, I understand! Even though everyday is different and we plan it ourselves, it can be monotonous and excessive. Everyone needs a break- and skipping is the best way to do it. The best ones look natural as they don't take a second glace at the security cameras.
d) The Hallwalkers- Connected to The Skippers, Hallwalkers often find themselves without an area to stash their stuff. Supposedly. Hallwalkers simply drift along the halls in small groups of two or more, quietly discussing what they please. Hall Monitors are the bane of a Hallwalkers life.
e) Drama Students- We're so special, we get our own section! Drama Students are those who are very expressive, often quite loud. The most obvious sign of a Drama Student is their ability to act like an idiot and get a laugh- not at them, with them. Pro Drama Students are able to get laughs out of teachers as well.
f) Normal Workers- At some point in a MW Student's career, they will become normal workers. Occasionally falling prey to the "not working mood" and fifth period anxiety, (yes, I'm hungry by then too!) they generally work at a normal pace to make most target dates.

Skim over these explanations and see what your MW Student Profile is. Here are a few examples;
Aeriana Eve's MW Student Profile: CBEF
Michelle S's MW Student Profile: DFEF
Jess R's MW Student Profile: EF
Pauline D's MW Student Profile: DEAF
Put your own profile in the comments! I want to know!

making enemies

(in the english department)
It's weird- how easy it is to make enemies. You can do one thing- get put into groups for history, skip a seminar, buy a cookie, wear a bracelet, laugh, smile, frown, shift over, eat, drink, draw, sew, run, skip, hide! And *BOOM* your friends are narrowing their eyes behind your back. It just doesn't make any sense. Or does it?
Choice wields power- a strong need to make the right decision inspires pressure. CHOOSE! HER OR ME? CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? BLUE OR BLACK? (You, Chocolate, Blue.) The real danger occurs when they already have an answer in mind.
Hypocrite- I do that too. If I'm partial to one thing I'll be offended if you choose the other. If you smile when I'm being serious I'll be hurt. I must admit, I'm too sensitive for my own good. Or yours, come to think of it.

I shall ride the camel...

Thanksgiving weekend.
I just returned from a family party, and started this blog. Life is...as it should be. Lies, betrayal, laughter, giggles, units. (Or lack, thereof.) I'm incredibly behind for the fifth, (sixth?) week of school, but it's expected. Come on, I've got all year to make it up! It just gets a bit overwhelming, especially when everyone around you is on Unit Fours and Fives...it's unbelieveable. Things have changed a lot from last year- like how I'm not incredibly confused everytime I come out of a staircase, how I don't freak out everytime a target date comes around, how I don't mind bending the rules for a little fun. I'm not breaking the rules! I'm just bending them! Kat is not completely different from last year. But still different. How is it that you can become better friends with someone in the four years of High School than in ten years of elementary? How is it that so much change can occur within so little time? I realize now that you must have conflict before change can occur...and then after that, it's just a little more bumpy than before. But a helluva lot more fun!

Anyways, it's late and I should probably sleep. The real question is...will I? Good night all.