That's one less pedophile to worry about in the world.
I have to admit, he had some pretty good songs and he was quite an inspiration to millions of people and artists. But honestly, would you trust him with your baby? Just because I wouldn't, doesn't make me a bad person. I'm just being optimistic here.
I had a fun day today with Lareina & her boyfriend, Donovan. Here's what I learned today.
personal pet peeves: · people having sex [relatively close to me] while I am sleeping · playing rockband, seeing as I am extremely uncoordinated · insanely hot summer weather · someone ignoring me, or so it seemed · people moving schools right after I get to know them (you know who you are)
upcoming events: · shopping on Bloor with Natalie tomorrow · NOT attending the 'woodbine beach jam' · hosting a summer party?
Dear huckleberry friends, I just watched Breakfast at Tiffany's for the first time. It's an interesting movie. I have a new appreciation for Audrey Hepburn. Holly is such a character, it's quel superb. Up next, Shakespeare in Love (yes, I've decided to give horror movies a rest).
What to do, what to do... I'll come to see you more often; something she can't do. That's what I'll do.
I hate summer. Winter, please hurry. Please.
For now, I'll have to try to drown my thoughts in coffee, seeing as sleep will not suffice. How long have I been awake, you ask? Um, I've only been awake for 16 hours on 5 hours of sleep from last night/morning. My window is open, and my neighbours are awake and in their backyard at 6:30AM. Fabulous.
Charmaine's 15th Birthday Party: the good and the bad.
Long story short, I had fun; I met a bunch of new and interesting people, and watched scary movies (me + Dead Silence = embarassing). Haha.
It's so ironic; yesterday I thought that this person would hate me, but it turns out, he/she didn't. It was the total opposite. Then .. when I start feeling something for the person again (because I did a few years ago as well), he/she goes and ruins it with someone else. But I don't know if it's entirely his/her fault ..
Blogging has been slow. So much for jumpstarting my summer with intense progression. It'll probably pick up by next week, so for those of you following my blog (in other words, AVERY. just Avery...), don't you fret, because my summer is going to get a lot more eventful.
This one's for you, Avery. Because I know how much you love Billy Talent.
I'm so ready to crash. I'm in desperate need of some coffee. I'm wearing my Uggs .. in my room .. in spring - I'm definitely going insane. I made more progress with the room cleaning. I think I killed three birds with one stone. Try that, Chuck Norris. Birds = Guys. Just wanted to clear that up. I'm really beginning to appreciate technology (ie: computers, crackberries, etc). Now I'm on a sleep deprived high, which has me all giddy. I'm gonna go clean my room again while I have all this energy. The sooner I clean it, the sooner I can paint it yellow. YES. YELLOW. TOODLES.
I've realized that I'm crying over more movies than ever before. I just finished watching August Rush (2007). It is an intensely amazing story about an orphan who believes that he can find his parents through music. He runs away from his orphanage and does all this crazy stuff in order to stay away. The story switches back and forth, from the little boy to his parents--who coincidentally happen to be musicians. If you haven't watched it, DO IT. I'm definitely going to go out and buy it on DVD.
DEAR MARLENE, download the Across the Universe version of The Beatles' songs.
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I am completely and utterly in love with Martin Luther II's voice. It's so pure, but rough and asdflkj! It's orgasmic. I'm quite upset that he isn't extremely famous. The girl that plays Prudence, T.V. Carpio, has an extremely strong and pure voice as well. I never really appreciated their voices until last night while re-rewatching the movie.
ACROSS THE UNIVERSE SUMMER PLAY COUNT: 3 I'm pretty sure my neighbours hate me for blaring the movie & the soundtrack with my window open at 4AM.
My insomnia is kicking in, and driving me insane! Looking back on summer memories from last year, I realize that some things are insanely difficult to let go of, and others are impossible to get back. It seems that each summer is better than the last, but I have no idea how I'm going to make that happen this year. Last year basically topped it off, so I don't know what I'm going to do now. Let's just hope I meet new friends, become closer with the ones I know, and reaquant myself with lost ones.
1 I need to fix my clothing. I need to get rid of the stuff I don't want because, even with a wardrobe, dresser, and closet, there's no space. I need to donate, rework, and tweek most of my clothes, and then get a job so I can buy clothes that I actually like, then buy material to start sewing again.
2 I need to paint and rearrange my room the way I want it so I can put pictures up on the wall. It's so cluttered at the moment.
3 I need to try to steer clear of guys this summer! This is going to be the most difficult one, seeing as I'm already boy-confused, and summer just began. My standards are being lifted even higher than they were before. But there's one person in particular who's caught my eye. It seems pretty stupid because I've never even met him in person. He's cute, and he has increadibly similar interests and style.
"I wish I knew you. I wish I could meet you. I wish we were friends." - Albert Posis. LOL .. that sounded stalker-ish.
I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react And games that never amount To more than they're meant Will play themselves out Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly
I can't tell whether I had a bad day or a good day. First, I left the house at 3PM, whereas closing ceremonies started at 4PM. I knew I would be late because I live so far away from the school. Then, halfway down the street, I realized that I forgot a tie. Frantic, I ran back to my house and got one. At that point, it was 3:15. I was on the bus, and decided to get on another bus to take a shorter route. Realizing that the bus wouldn't be there for a while, I got on the same bus route that I was on before, just 5 minutes behind the one that I was just on. At this point, I'm assuming it would have been 3:20.
Later, on the train, some Indian man sat beside me (on my right) and started nudging me, spreading his legs, and generally: making me feel awkwardly uncomfortable. He crossed his arms and continued to nudge me. He then put his right arm, under his left, and proceeded to reach and touch where my shirt met my kilt. I immediately sprung up, violently pushed past him to leave the corner that I had been sexually harassed in, and sat in another seat. I didn't scream or make a fit, because that would not generally be something I would do in public. I didn't look back from there, and I didn't report him to anyone anyways. It would do no good, and would be impossible to find him. All I knew was that he was wearing an orange polo with white (and possibly black) stripes on his shirt, and was wearing black jean pants. Maybe I should report him .. But anyways, I felt increadibly uncomfortable all the way to school.
I showed up at closing ceremonies sometime between 4:20 to 4:30PM. I was late: as usual. Anyhow, when I found a seat, two of my friends were sitting behind me. They told me that I had apparently won an award. Since I wasn't there, I have no clue what the award was for. I also heard that I might have even recieved two awards, but nobody really remembered anyways. But yay! I won an award! Possibly even two awards! They were either for: French, communication technology, or art. I really wanted one this year, and it happened. That totally made my year. I can finally chill, and try not to be a stressed out psycho bitch. I'll find out when the award comes in the mail with my report card (and possibly honour roll certificate). Hopefully I get on the honour role as well. If I do, my life as a freshman will be utterly complete.
About the prize that I mentioned in an earlier post from creating another poster: This line of cosmetics is called Balmshell (you can click it). It was created and founded by two twin sisters, Jennifer and Fiona Lees, that graduated from my school. (A bunch of talented, successful people went to my school, which makes me anxious to see how I'll be doing in the future.) Their lipgloss is really cute. It's not sticky and it's really light. I have 5 of the 10 existing colours. The big one is called "Shopaholic". When you buy the actually big ones, they come with little moving stories on the bottom. After you're done with the lipgloss, you can actually unscrew the bottom and attach it to a keychain that they give you in the package. Then, I think the rest are, (in order from left to right,) "Ah, The Classic," "Darling You Look Fabulous," and "Weekend in the Hamptons." The shade "Darling You Look Fabulous" wasn't part of my prize for creating the poster. It was actually given out today, because Fiona and Jennifer spoke at closing ceremonies today. There was another prize that I won, that isn't in the picture, and that was a lip & cheek stain. Overall, their line is really cute.
Well there you have it. That's my day at a glance.
It seems twelve year olds around the world are making a comeback. I never thought I'd say it, but I look up to these kids. You can click their names for more info.
Samantha Boscarino She's one of those rare people that are extraordinarily stunning. I think she's Ecuadorian and Italian. Mixed babies always turn out better looking, don't they? Samantha's part of a group called My Allowance, in where, I'm pretty sure she's the lead singer. She acts, and she has cute, but mature style for her age. This picture isn't a great example of that because she's dressed as Alicia Rivera for the movie, The Clique, which is a series that I'm sure tons of teenaged girls love.
Shaheen Jafargholi Although his name is often mispronounced, his voice is unmistakably breathtaking. He lives with his single mother, Karen, and his cat in Swansea, UK. He's up against Susan Boyle, but I prefer Shaheen. He's unbelievably mature; you can tell just by hearing him talk. Still, his voice is even more mature. Shaheen's cute little dimples are so .. asdfglkj. No way can judges say no to him. He can make even Simon Cowell smile. Click his name and take a listen.
I fell asleep at like 2:30ish, and I napped for a really long time. I woke up at about 9:30ish and I just drank coffee. I'm going to be up all night with nobody to talk to.
Closing ceremonies are tomorrow! Yaay! I never mentioned, but I created the poster for the event, and it got chosen to go up around the school. Since it was a competition, I won a prize and everything. It was my second poster to win a competition at my school this year. The first one was to advertise an art show. That's pretty stealth, I must say. I'm kind of hoping I'll win an award this year for one of my subjects. Last year, this one girl in my grade won like five awards. That's a lot, considering that ONE person in the grade gets chosen for each subject. I'm trying not to get too ahead of myself though. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be on the honour roll for the third year in a row, though. Woo! Fingers crossed for me again, k? I'll probably update again tomorrow when I get home. Wow, I do a lot of blogging per day ..
Acabo de completar mi examen de espanol. Veinte minutos tamprarlo. Agh! For those of you Spanish virgins, that means: "I just finished my Spanish exam. Twenty minutes early." But yeah, I'm witting here again. The supervisor just announced that there are five remaining minutes. I can barely stay awake. And btw, I'm officially in love with coffee and blogging. Me = needs a life, and maybe more sleep. No. Scratch that. Not maybe. Definitely. I definitely need more sleep. Atleast now I can, because I'm on summer vaca. Well, there's like a minute left, so I'm done writing. My hand is cramping.
I'm almost positive they have more fun in England. Better clothes, better accents, better currency, better landscapes, better everything. When I get older, I'm either going to move to England, study in England, or have a vacation house in England. It's official: I love England.
So I finally got my blog to look decent. LOLOL. I'm still working on getting to know this form of HTML. · · · I had my English exam on Shakespeare's Macbeth. It actually went better than I thought. I didn't work on memorizing quotes, but I managed to congure up four quotes off of memory. I'd say that's pretty impressively good. Now I just have to study for my last exam, which is tomorrow. SPANISH: the second most dreaded exam, after math. Then again, the math test was easy-peasy. Let's see how Spanish goes. I can't wait to get my exam marks back on Monday. WOW, I'm such a nerd.
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So I'm sitting in the examination room, aka the gymnasium. I'm super bored because I finished my math exam early .. like, 45 minutes early. That's surprizing, seeing as my middle school math average of a 98 plumetted to a mere 68 in highschool. The fact that I switched from basic/core math to extended may have been another facter, besides the leap into highschool, as to why I'm nearly failing. The core and extended classes had the same exam this year, which probably explains why I found it so easy. If I get an 80 on this, the 30% will raise my mark to a 72. Fingers crossed for me, k? My guidance councellor took the liberty of switching me into core next year. Thanks: because I didn't ask you to. Now I'm sitting here, typing sentences into my graphing calculator. Atleast with these things, we can type more than 55378008, and not have to flip the screen upside-down. God bless technology. Bleh, 30 minutes left. Woop, woop. I'm not kidding; I just looked around and basically half of the grade is finished. Ugh. Whatevs. Running out of space! xx ♡
I just got back from my third-cousin's birthday party. Haha, I met some interesting people. One was pretty cute .. a little awkward, but cute. I like awkward-cute. :)
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The title says it all. Stupid people do stupid things. But if someone smart does something stupid, don't stupid actions qualify them as stupid?
I know a few real life examples of this. Here's one case: C******** M****** was a girl that my brother went to school with. She was extremely smart; she did above average in all her classes and was a fairly pretty girl. I thought of her as a good role model, regardless if she was my role model, or not. A few years later, after I'd moved schools and houses, she was in highschool .. and she was pregnant.
Now I'm hearing that ANOTHER one of my friends might be pregnant. I'm taking the initiative of buying a pregnancy test with her this weekend to check .. I really hope this doesn't end badly. I love that girl & I'll be there for her regardless.♥
I like to think of myself as a fairly to above average student. But do marks really classify is someone is smart? Let's hope I don't get into too much shit this summer ..
Speaking of summer, school is basically over for me. I've done my science, history, and french exams: that's 3 out of 6. I have my next 3 this week, with my math exam later on today (because it's already 12AM).
Here's my schedule for my almost-summer so far: Monday, June 08, 2009: math exam Tuesday, June 09, 2009: english exam Wednesday, June 10, 2009: spanish exam Thursday, June 11, 2009: school closing ceremonies & awards Friday, June 12, 2009: friend's pregnancy test Monday, June 15, 2009: exam results review day
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: This layout is completely under construction .. until I know how to get the contents of my blog into a neat little box-type thing. So unless I teach myself how to (which is highly unprobable), or get someone to do it or teach me how to do it, you'll have to look at this getup for a long while.
What happened to the kind of guys that love to: · lay in bed with you for hours, without any sexual intentions; · stay on the phone with you for hours, without having the silence broken with a sexual or awkward comment; · bring you home to meet their mums, not to hook up with you; · tell you that you look "beautiful", and actually meant it; · understand you, and ask questions when they doesn't; · tell you that they love you, only when they truly mean it; · not feel pressured into kissing you, because you and him both know that it's not time; · or call you to see how you are, or just to simply hear your voice?
I know that nobody's perfect, but blokes are drifting further and further away from perfection than they used to be.
Ugh, I'm honestly interested in you .. believe me, I am. I might seem stupid for wanting you, but I do. I honestly, truly, actually do. I don't know if you're just looking for some chick to use as arm candy, or if you think that I'm doing that to you, or if you're actually down for me. We'll see ..
I have my first exam of six, this year, tomorrow, so I decided that I should treat myself by watching Pushing Daisies, the original Romeo and Juliet, and Across the Universe.
People whom I have aquired a burning, firey, passionate love for: (you can click them for more info)
Olivia Hussey the gorgeous and amazing actress who set the bar for all Juliets Lee Pace the man of my heart who makes me crave pies Evan Rachel Wood the gorgeous and amazing actress and singer who stars in two of my favourite movies (Across the Universe & The Upside of Anger) Jim Sturgess the sexy British male who has the voice of a god, and a face to match Joe Anderson the man who surprised me with his voice and effortless appeal
What truly amazes me is that my dad knew all the lyrics to The Beatles songs, and proceeded to sing along, creating a perfectly pitched harmony in his head. I'm not kidding: he does it when we sing 'Happy Birthday' too.