Class of ‘06
Kathrynn’s graduation ceremony was long but pretty nice. She won an award, I forget what it was called but it’ll help her fincially with college which is good. She looked very pretty, and we did get lots of pictures.
I got to see a few of my friends graduate too; Adam, Molson, Crystal, Kat, and Chris being a few of them. Of course halfway through it my butt was killing me, but that was to be expected. I sat with my family, Kyla; her sister and her sister’s friend. We realized that I would be graduating with Kyla’s sister. Which isn’t so bad because I thought I’d have nobody to talk to for that extra half term I’m there for but it still would have been nice to graduate with my class.
After the ceremony and speeches were done, everyone went inside for drinks. Professor McDreamy (a new name thought of just tonight for that hot teacher) started talking to me about how wonderful I did on the last assignment and that I did good on the exam. He wouldn’t stop babbling so I couldn’t introduce Shannon who was watching the conversation with an amused look on her face. Professor McDreamy informed me that he would be teaching next year, as a co-op teacher and an art teacher (art teacher - did he actually say art teacher? I’ve seen his drawings…).
I got sick of waiting around for my parents, so I left with Kyla and Adam and they came over to watch movies. We had to stop at Kyla’s first so by the time we got home everyone else was already there. We had strawberry shortcake and watched When a Stranger Calls. The concept is scary, but the movie was crap. When we got in, my dad was making fun of me because I was talking with Professor McDreamy, and my mom made fun of me too because of the “big smile from ear to ear” on me. I was smiling because he was talking and smiling is a response to something someone says. Not to mention, he kept on babbling on and on about how great I did on the final project and exam… Shannon even said he was babbling. I couldn’t even introduce her to him and she was standing right beside us watching and waiting to be introduced because he didn’t leave a break in conversation.
While Kyla and Adam were over, Josephine kept acting all superior and was being a major bitch. I am so sick of the way she acts, I just want to smack the Paris Hilton/Nicole Richie out of her. Why would anyone idolize people like Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie? They’re brainless twats that live off their parent’s self made money, it’s sickening. And Josephine always talks about how she wishes our family was rich. And she does that annoying Paris Hilton hair flip that basically implies “I’m way better then everyone else.” She constantly judges people (like one of the teachers at my high school she decided tonight that she hated him, even though he’s actually one of the cooler teachers) and makes fun of them. I can’t stand her, I know sometimes she isn’t that bad but that’s only when the mood strikes her, and it isn’t fair.
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12:43 am |
Checked Up
I got up around six thirty today so we could make it to the hospital in time for my nine o’clock appointment. The appointment went well, all looks good and I got the knots of the stitches cut out so they wouldn’t heal wrong. I got the go head to go swimming and all that jazz. It looks like I could have gone to Wonderland after all. Oh well.
After seeing us, my doctor sent me down to physiotherapy. I was taught a couple of leg strengthening techniques and sent on my way. I finally got one of those strawberry banana smoothies from Starbucks and it was so good! I’ve found my new addiction.
After we left the hospital, mom and I stopped off at the mall to return a sweater from Garage Clothing and get it in the next size up. There wasn’t any in the next size up so I couldn’t exchange it. Instead I kept the sweater, bought two more pairs of peddle pusher pants, a cute top to match with them, and a new swim swit. We left the mall a little less rich.
Tonight is my younger sister Josephine’s graduation from grade eight. We couldn’t get enough tickets for Kathrynn, Shannon and I to go so we got to stay home. Jo looked beautiful though, so grown up. She looks older them me now. Great. My fourteen year old sister looks older then me - and I’m seventeen! That just isn’t fair. Life is cruel that way. Now I know how Shannon feels, she’s eight years older then Kathrynn and people mistake her for the younger of them both. That would suck. At least theres only a three years age difference on Jo and I.
Anyway, I won’t know how it goes until she gets home but I’m sure she’ll have a great time. The music might suck, but she’ll still have fun. Who wouldn’t have fun dressed to the nines and dancing with all their friends? I always do.
Tomorrow is Kate’s graduation ceremony. I actually get to go to that. I’m going to wear my new outfit, and I’ll probably see Kyla there because she wants to go to Adam’s graduation. Even if she’s not there, I still get out of the house so it should be fun.
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7:40 pm |
Thank God For Fake Names
Well today has been a wacky wild day. It started out normal enough, with my way too easy English exam that I finished in literally fifteen minutes, that can’t be normal for an English exam.
After I finished writing, I went over to Kyla’s house. We watched a movie and then Gordon and his friend Mike came over unexpected. So there I was, dying of heat because I wore one of those stupid skirts thinking I wouldn’t see anybody like that and it would just be Kyla and her sisters there with a blanket over my legs. Luckily, they just stayed to watch the end of the movie and then they left. Kyla’s older sister came over and we all chit chatted while waiting for my mom to pick me up.
Then I went online and one of my friends asked me to google his name. There was some sort of website with “me” posting journal entries from 2002, on a website I had never heard of or been on. I don’t know who wrote the stuff, but now the guy thinks I wrote it and is having a good laugh about it, so I’m a little pissed off at the moment.
I didn’t write that because of so many reasons. Such as, I would NEVER use my real name or first and last names of people who I was talking about and what not. That just makes it easy for creepy old men to find out where I live, and it makes it easier for people to stumble upon it.
Now I’m just trying to figure out how to delete the crap journal entries I apparently wrote.
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9:35 pm |
Just Another Nobody-Wants-To-Hear-It Post
This afternoon I tried to plan the party my parents said I could have, only to find there were about thousand restrictions on it. Such as people who show up who aren’t on the list get kicked out, no drinking, no loud music, pretty much no nothing. My parent’s have found the key to turning their teens off parties, and it really pisses me off. I could handle no drinking, but my dad tried to make it no guys. It’s stupid! And Kathrynn wants one too, they’ll probably give in to her having drinking because she’s eightteen and all.
It seems like I always get the short end of the stick. Kathrynn wanted to combine our parties, but then said no to pretty much everyone I invited calling them dirt squirels. She said her friends hated my friends. So we decided to have seperate ones and she said she got to have hers first. Which isn’t fair, seeing as my parents told me I could have one first. But now they say that Kathrynn’s wanted a pool party since last year. Um, so have I, infact I recall wanting a pool party every year since we got the pool.
So with all the restrictions placed on my party, I don’t want to have it anymore. Not to mention, everyone on my list would want to bring their boyfriend/girlfriend or crush, and since I’m not crushing on anyone nor can I use my usual backup as backup because that’s out of the question. So I’ll get to sit all by my lonesome making smores while everyones in the tents making out. Well, most of them will anyway. Too busy making out to pay attention to me and it’d be my party lol.
What can I say, I like attention being paid to me. Nobody wants to be the odd one out at a party, and I’m no different. The majority of the time I am the odd one out. But yeah it doesn’t really matter because I won’t be having the party. I don’t like the idea of going behind my parents backs.
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5:38 pm |
Promiscuous
I like that song. I didn’t know what I should use for a title, so yeah. I’m a little uncreative at the moment.
I took off my bandages yesterday and I’m working on soaking off all the terry strips. Theres a lot of terry stripes so it could be a while. After I see my doctor on the 28th, I’ll ask him if I can go swimming in the pool and sun tan yet. And of course, if I’d be able to do rides this year at Darien Lake.
Mandy (my friend from the States with MHE) and I are trying to plan a couple of days were we can hang out. I haven’t seen her since the seventh grade. We want to go to Darien Lake, but I don’t know if I’ll be aloud to go on the rides or anything. My mom’s a little over protective and she doesn’t want me going on any rides, so I want the doctor’s go ahead so theres no way she can say “you can’t”. And if he does say I can’t, then we’ll go to a beach or something.
Charred will be happy to know that I wore one of the skirts yesterday, however it didn’t really count because I didn’t go anywhere. If Kyla has a pool party, I might wear it depending on who’s going to be there. If there are people I don’t really feel comfortable with going, then I won’t go to the party lol. But I think Kyla’s just going to have a few people over that we’re all comfortable with. The good news is I haven’t been on any medication for a couple of weeks now, so theres nothing in my system. If I do need medication, I just take Tylenol. That means if I wanted to I could party, not a lot but hey, it’s nice to know the options open. I hate being restricted.
My [younger] sister’s quote this year is “Summer ‘06; hanging out, making out, sneaking out and passing out”. Suitable for a fourteen year old? Not really. Maybe a seventeen year-old. I keep forgetting I’m seventeen, but yay lol. I can so say “I’m seventeen now mom, I can go to parties if I want. Kate went to parties when she was seventeen!”. Oh the joy!! So much fun up ahead, all I have to do is get rid of these annoying crutches! They’re kind of a drag to bring along to parties.
In other news, our family is having a huge summer party for all the summer birthdays on the 15th of July. I’m going to see what I can do to help, maybe with invitations or something. I’m looking forward to it because I get to see my really awesome cousins again, and of course Karen. Haha that was a joke Karen, you’re awesome too!! I can’t wait to show off my new Guess purse, it’s sooo kick ass sweet! At 110 bucks it better be kick ass sweet!
Annnnnd, I was talking to Devon about my dream job…which is basically a sit down job where I don’t have to work with food. He suggested working for his dad as a secretary. That would be an awesome job, but his dad scares me. Shannon used to work for him, and Kyla’s older sister used to be friends with Devon’s sister. Everytime Kayleigh would go over there, he would hit on her. Which is kind of scary. Plus, Devon’s dad was driving the truck that hit one of my parent’s good friends when he was driving his Harley home, and killed him. One of the guys who works on Devon’s dad’s farm almost ran my dad off the road when he was on his bike, and my parent’s absoulutely forbid me from working for his dad. I can see there point, but my mom wanted me to get a sit down job, and I don’t think I’ll be able to get one like that. Oh well, I guess I’ll just tell Devon not to bother and get another crap ass job at a fast food place.
I know I didn’t paint a pretty picture of Devon’s dad, but all I’ve heard about him is bad stuff. Devon’s nothing like him thankfully, or else I wouldn’t talk to him. You can’t blame the kids for their parents mistakes, that’s not fair. It’s a good thing my parents understand that.
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10:30 am |
Shopping!!!!
I wrote my Anthro exam this afternoon. I had a difficult time focusing and I didn’t really care, but I answered pretty much every question. Whether or not I got them right is a different story. Oh well, theres always next year.
After I finished my exam, Mom took me to the OC. I spent the entire 300 dollar gift certificate. I bought a Guess purse and wallet, two mini skirts (OMIGAWD!! NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THE DAY!!!), and a couple of cute tops. But yeah, I bought mini skirts. Weirdness. They went good with the tops though. Now the goal is to actually feel comfortable wearing them in public…. or they are just going to sit in my closet. And they are really pretty too, no sitting in the closet!!!
One more exam to go. This one I’ll actually look over my notes though. It should be fairly easy, it’s English.
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7:06 pm |
Myspace Bitches
I used to think that Myspace brought people together (cheesey, I know). I used to think that it was a place outside of high school were kids could kick those labels and befriend each other, and it is for those people who are above it but theres still those other people who are immature bitches who would much rather stick to their own little social group.
I will accept anyone so long as I’ve met them at least once. I mean, if they worked up enough courage to ask me to be their friend then I’ll accept, so long as they aren’t creepy sixty year old men.
Recently I asked a few people to “be my friends”, I’ve talked to them indivdually and I used to be friends with a few of them way back when. I won’t say any names, but they declined me. When declined by people who used to be close with you, it’s like saying “I’m too good for you”. It just so happens that I have more friends then them too (it’s funny, the people that declined me have like thirty friends while I have 148 or so).
How can we get rid of labels if even on myspace you’re declined because you’re not part of a certain “group”? I have many different kinds of people of “social status” on mine and I really don’t care. It just bugs me because even on myspace you’ve gotta be a certain kind of person (for some people at least) in order to be accepted. Like wtf? Sometimes I hate myspace, but I’m addicted.
In other news, my Anthropology exam is tomorrow. I’m supposed to be studying but I have yet to crack open my books. I’m a last minute crammer, a procrastinator. Besides, Kyla’s supposed to be coming over so we can study together. I haven’t heard from her yet. I know I should be studying but even if I did horribly on the exam I’d still pass so I’m not worried.
Plus I’m waiting for my sub. I love subs, so very much. Only from Subway though, not Mr. Sub. Mr. Sub subs are nasty, Subway subs are good. I’m drooling, I should stop talking about the sub.
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12:13 pm |
I Escaped
Today I actually got out of the house. I went for a car ride with my dad to visit my grandparents. By the time we got there, I was tired, and when we got home I was even more tired. I guess that’s not surprising though.
My courses are kind of figured out… I’m taking Art, Math, Canadian History, and English first time. Second term I’m taking peer helping for Parenting, Writers Craft, and two period co-op - hopefully at Sunrise still. My mom’s pushing me to find something closer to home, but I really want the Sunrise position because I can do a lot of different things there. I can learn the office part, the learning EA part, and all the other stuff that they let me. And I know everyone there, so I’ll be more confident and what not.
Well I’m off to take a long nap. Tomorrow my physical therapist comes over, after that I get to wash my hair and then Kyla’s coming over [I think] so we can study for Anthro.
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6:44 pm |
This Is My Service to Society
I would have had a perfect sleep in my room last night…had the Zesty Italian dressing I drowned my salad in at supper stayed in my stomach where it was supposed to be. However, life is cruel sometimes and so is Italian dressing in large batches. I’ll shut up about that though, because I’m sure you’re all dying to hear about it and I want to be cruel and bore you instead.
Father’s day dinner was pretty good. We all spent the afternoon out on the back deck. Everyone was drinking (Josephine and I excluded. I had a few sips of this watermelon stuff Kate has to try it, but don’t worry I am not on any serious medication. The yellow pills make me sick. So does Zesty Italian dressing apparently) and conversation was flowing - as usual. The same thing occured at the dinner table. I got more money from my grandparents and from Shannon and Nelson, so that’s cool. We devoured the rest of my ice cream cake, which I could use right now.
It was like nearly twelve when I called it a night and trucked on down to my room for the first sleep down there since the 28th of May. I was feeling nice until one, when I woke up with bad cramps. Up came the Zesty Italian dressing, and it hurt. So I had a rotten night on account of I felt crappy all night.
I’m feeling much better today though, for the most part anyway. I found out that my marks are pretty high and I’ve been granted into that Writers Craft class that I was dying to get into. I pretty much sold my soul to get into that class and it paid off because I get to take it. However, by the looks of it I don’t get co-op. My classes are all over the place and my co-op won’t fit. We’ll have to do some work on it to figure out what I’m going to do next.
Over the past few days, I’ve noticed how pointless my posts are. What’s the point? Of course right now I don’t have anything better to do during my days so I end up here blogging pointless babble that nobody really wants to hear. And then when I do start getting out more, I’ll be babbling on and on about what I did. So this will never stop. At least people can come here to put themselves to sleep, lol. I’ll look at it as a service to society. It’s cool to have a service to society that is also an addiction.
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9:08 pm |
No Worries
Ok - first thing on my mind today is air freshener. You know, that lovely bottle full of wonderful smells that should be found in bathrooms? Yeah, I love it. It’s a life saver. How so? Think about it…your at a friends house and you really have to take a dump but you don’t want to because it’s not at your house and everytime you take a dump at someone else’s house it smells far from roses. So air freshener helps a hell of a lot in sticky situations. The problem is that the majority of the houses I go to (take Jess F and Kyla for instance) don’t have air freshener. So from now on I’m going to buy those little tiny canisters that fit conveniently inside your purse. Perfect for smelly situations like that.
Second is a little issue I’m having with my mom. She’s worried that I’m pushing myself too much (I’ve now started using crutches instead of a walker because I want to get downstairs to my room) and that I’m not ready. I think pushing yourself is when your going over your boundaries, I don’t think I’m doing that. I’m doing what I’m able to. Still, she’s worried about me. She thinks it’s too soon for me to be going downstairs to sleep, and that I should stay upstairs and continue sleeping in the family room. My issue is that I’ve been upstairs for a month now without the surroundings of my own bedroom. I’m a light sleeper, and every sound wakes me up - I’ve mentioned before that my mom snores. So does the dog. The dog also wakes up and barks at Kathrynn when she gets home, which is pretty much every night. Plus I was woken up by a bee buzzing around yesterday - and it was outside the window. I would sleep way better down in my own room.
I hate pissing her off, and she’s pissed off now. Because I want to get better. This is who I am though, I can’t spend an entire month upstairs with no privacy from anyone, I literally go insane. But Dad thinks I’m ready, and he’s bringing my mattress down to my room. I’m concerned because they’ve sorta been butting heads over me. I mentioned I wanted to meet up with Mandy somewhere this summer (Mandy’s one of my good friends with MHE who lives in the States, I haven’t actually seen her since grade seven), perhaps at Six Flags. Mom doesn’t think this summer I’ll be able to do any rides. Which is ok but I still want to meet up with Mandy some where. Dad wants us to go on a vacation. I’m thinking I should keep my mouth shut though. When I appoarch my mom with something, she says she doesn’t want to worry about it then, which is a no. If I go to my dad it’s pretty much an instead yes, and that upsets my mom because she feels like the bad guy but my dad just wants me to cheer up. So if I go to my mom, I never get an answer and if I go to my dad I get an answer and upset my mom. Oh what’s a girl to do?
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10:48 pm |
