Happy Valentines Day?
So yeah, today’s Valentines Day - for all you people who might have forgotten. Although I doubt that anyone would have forgotten, what with all those TV and radio adds for this stupid corporate money making holiday.
I have mixed feelings about Valentines Day. I always used to hate it because I’d see all those stupid lovey-dovey couples cuddling the halls and the popular girls getting flowers and chocolates from admirers while I would sometimes get a single rose (or carnation) from my Daddy. I think thats why I’m sort of soft on Valentines Day, because of that year my Dad had the extra money to buy all his girls flowers. It was pretty cool.
This year I was sort of excited because I’m actually with someone. However, I believe you should celebrate your love for someone every day of the year, not just today, and that people should save our money for more important things - such as drivers school. I want Nifty to focus on that so he can go for his G2 and then it would make everything easier on my parents and his parents.
Sometimes Nifty would get excited over the looming corporate holiday, and claim he had plans to take me to dinner and buy me season 2 of Grey’s Anatomy - because I love Grey’s Anatomy. Then he discovered his bank account was empty and he had to work, so that blew that idea far from his mind. But that’s okay, we’re snowed in anyway, and I didn’t get to go to co-op today.
But honestly, why the big deal about Valentines Day? Why do you only give romantic gifts and be all lovey-dovey on this one day? Why can’t you make time for that “special someone” every other day of the year? My supervisor at co-op, Niki, has been dating her boyfriend Scott for two years now. I’ve known them both since I started volunteering, so for three years now. Scott randomly brings her flowers for no reason, and he’s always thinking of things to do to re-sweep her off her feet. That’s sweet; he doesn’t just act all romantic on one day.
Even though everyone says “God I hate Valentines Day, it’s just a holiday invented by Halmark to make money”, they still get really excited over it. It’s confusing, and sort of interesting to wonder why. I guess everyone just likes feeling special.
I really don’t know what I’m going on and on about, I blame the cold medicine I’ve been taking. Well everyone, I hope you all have a Happy Valentines Day - whether you celebrate it or not.
Pst, did anyone else notice that Valentines Day falls on “Hump Day” this year? HAHA! Happy Hump Day!!!
God I’m so immature, but that’s why you all love me.
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10:50 am |
Annoyed at Youth.
I’ve been trying to recruit a few of my friends into volunteering for SYG. Do you know what they all said? “What’s in it for me?”
Apparently helping someone and making new friends is a chore. Those people (one in particular) feel that you shouldn’t have to work to get the volunteering hours you need to graduate high school, or help those around you. Gah. I’ve had it with conceded, selfish people.
And standoffish people. Josephine has always been very standoffish. One of the reasons why we always are fighting and pissing our parents off is because she gets her back up about everything. If she thinks she’s right, it’s impossible to tell her any different - and she always thinks she’s right.
Today was my second day of co-op. It was a long day - Dezaray and I started and nearly finished making the banner for the Valentines Day dance (by the way Avitable, the dance’s theme is Valentine’s Day - but thanks for the suggestions) and created a grocery list for the camping weekend. We also did a bunch of other little things - like starting the outlines for the volunteer handbook we have to create by the end of February - so it was a pretty good, steady day.
Tomorrow (if I don’t get snowed in that is) we’re supposed to be going shopping for decorations and food for the dance and the camping weekend. Then we’ll pack up the SYG van and start decorating. It’s slightly amusing that my first week is so busy but it keeps my mind off annoying thoughts and that pesky voice that likes to hide in the back of my head and worm doubts into my head.
I can ignore it better if I have a million tasks floating around in my head that I need to focus on and finish.
But it’s still there, worming it’s way into my thoughts.
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7:37 pm |
First Day
So my first day of co-op was today. It started out great; one of my favourite members opened the door for me and called me fabulous. I know we aren’t supposed to have favourites, but I really can’t help it, although I like everyone there anyway.
Dezaray was already there and waiting for Niki and I; she brought me a hot chocolate from Timmy’s so that was sweet. When Niki arrived, we did the whole introduction bit with the day staff and then got to work on paperwork and forms and all that jazz.
We had to do a lot of reading; the safety procedures and all that, and that took up most of my day. I finished around 1 pm and then got started on planning for the upcoming Valentines Day dance. Dezaray had to leave to go to her school so she could switch her afternoon classes to full day co-op, now instead of being there half a day she’ll be there for the whole day. Which means we’ll at least finish the millions of things Niki wants us to do: membership packages; planning for the dance; planning the menus and packing for camp this weekend; and the huge fundraiser for St. Paddy’s Day.
I’m enjoying it so far, and I like it far better then being at school. Although I’ve noticed I’ve already begun to lose contact with some of my friends. I suppose thats life though? I’ll still make an effort.
At 4 Dezaray (who came back after the switch was offical) dropped me off at Neil’s house. We basically just talked about stuff, cuddled, and watched Cinderella 3. I won’t lie, that movie was a disappointment. But that’s alright.
I really hope everyone’s just over reacting about the whole “storm of the season” stuff, because I don’t want to miss any co-op days.
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11:33 pm |
Offically The Most Boring Saturday EVER.
Today really does stink. I’m so bored it’s driving me crazy. All my close friends are working, so I can’t give them a call to just chat, and Nifty isn’t home yet from the concert he went to in TO, so I have no one to talk to.
There isn’t anything on TV - I’ve checked this time too - and the internet isn’t really interesting anymore because I spend everyday on it.
I have nothing to do, and I’m so bored. Being home alone sucks.
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1:52 pm |
Popular
You know how in all those movies, the popular people are really pretty and stick to a small clique of friends? Usually they’re portrayed as cheerleaders; back stabbing and mean to those around them except for their small group of friends. In these movies, the popular girls seem to have everything; a steady social life, hot boyfriends (usually from the football team) and an unlimited flow of cash from Daddy’s credit card.
In reality, things are slightly different - at my school anyway. The area where I live is considered to be of “average” income, meaning people aren’t rich but they aren’t poor either. The popluar girls at my school are rather self declared; they decided in grade 8 that they would not only rule middle school but they would also rule high school.
These popular girls aren’t cheerleaders, as we have no football team at our school - thankfully - but I think that if we did, they would be the cheerleaders. I know quite a few of the “popular” girls were cheerleaders in public school - yeah, they lacked the certain short skirts and no-tops but still, a cheerleaders a cheerleader.
Unlike in the movies though, these popular girls also have brains. They’re all in university level courses and excel at everything they do - as far as I can tell however. All of them have their G2s, and all of them went on their 16th birthday to get their G1. Most of my close friends either don’t have their licence at all yet or are in the early stages of their G1s. You can’t even pick on them for being back stabbing, because again they are always there for their group of friends and most of them don’t go out of their way to be mean to those “beneath” them. They do it in more subtle ways. Like the yearbook.
Yes, the popular girls control the yearbook as well - which is probably why none of my pictures have ever really ended up in the yearbook. My friends and I will have tons of pictures taken of us, only to find that they did not make it into the yearbook. Instead will be row upon row of the regular “yearbook people” - popular girl’s friends. This year, half of the popular girls are on the yearbook committee.
JD wanted to take buddy shots today at school, but with all this in mind I wonder what the point is. Yesterday a huge stream of people - all “popular” - decided to get their buddy shots. So you know for sure ours won’t end up in the yearbook. They can only put about 5 to 10 buddy shots on a page, depending on if they use two or not - which they most likely won’t because our school budget is small and there is only a limited amount of pages they can use up for things like “buddy shots” and “family shots” etc.
It’s frustrating to spend 60 bucks on a yearbook you think will have more then one picture of you and your friends in it only to find that it is practically a scrapbook of the popular girls and their close friends, or the people who really suck up to the popular girls. Or people that have connections. Or the “losers” that the popular people throw in there so the teacher in charge doesn’t get suspicious.
But like every year, I’ll go with JD at lunch to get our buddy shot, and like every year it won’t get into the yearbook. Unless of course the popular girls are feeling pleasant that day, or our picture is just so bad that they can’t resist.
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5:51 am |
Rat Race
My dad came to pick me up at lunch today so we could go to the Young Drivers department so I could take the written test for my G1. When we got there, the guy told me I didn’t have the proper ID; my health card was signed by my mom as I had to start using it at a young age and I didn’t have any photo ID except for my student card which wasn’t signed by me either (it wasn’t required). He gave me this form that I had to fill out and have a teacher as a wittness to prove that I’m Canadian or something, so we had to drive all the way back to my school (which was a good 25 minutes) and get one of the teachers to wittness it, then drive all the way back to the Young Drivers place (another good 25 minutes).
It took me about 15 minutes to answer all the questions on the test, and thankfully I passed. I only got three wrong, all questions with confusing wording. I wasn’t too excited about finally getting my G1; I was happy and relieved that I passed but not jumping for joy or anything. I am looking forward to driving though, that should be fun - one more idiot on the road, YAY! I get to piss all you experienced drivers off with my inexperience.
However, my dad claims that he saw my G1 picture, and not only is it terrible but I also have a booger hanging out of my nose, or a snot bubble or something. I don’t know if he was kidding because he kept laughing but he also stuck to it - and I do have a really bad cold so it wouldn’t surprise me, although I did blow my nose right before we went in so I should have been alright. When I asked him to tell me honestly if there was a booger in my nose, he said “Yes, but thats okay because I still love you”.
Greeeeeeeeat. JD had an awesome picture, Kathrynn had an awesome picture, and I have a picture with a snot bubble threatening to pop. Cool. That just made everything I had to go through today worth while.
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3:53 pm |
Exploding Mind
I’m not feeling any better today, even after a long nap. If possible, I feel worse. I hate winter - I’m practically sick for the entire 3 months of winter! Sitting through those long, boring seminars would be hell in itself, even if I wasn’t sick - but it’s 10 times worse when my head’s so stuffy.
We had a guest speaker come in today - someone who spoke about the Young Workers Awareness program or something. Listening to him talk for the entire morning was hell. Normally, I would have been interested in the stories he told and the morbid details he gave; but not today. Everytime I got up to go blow my nose, he gave me a dirty look like I was being extremly rude. Maybe I was, but I figured it was more polite then sitting there sniffing and wiping snot on my jacket sleeve.
I better be feeling even a slight improvement tomorrow. For starters, the fire department is coming down to give us a demonstration on how to put out a small fire using a fire extinguisher. That means we will be outside - in the freezing cold. Not to mention, in the afternoon I plan on taking my drivers licence test.
I can’t believe I was missing winter in December! It seems so cold outside; worse then every year before that. I try to keep bungled up warm but even with my huge jacket, scarf, hats and mitts I still freeze my ass off while I wait for the bus.
I feel like crap, and I don’t even want to go to Neil’s house on Saturday if this keeps up, or Aunt Edna’s birthday party on Sunday. All I want to do is sleep, but I can’t because as I’ve mentioned before, I can only get a good sleep if I breath through my nose. I hate making my throat dry and being completely clogged from breathing.
Curse my weak immune system.
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4:22 pm |
Pros and Cons
So this new Glogger thing apparently has pros and cons to it - just like everything else online. It took me 10 minutes to sign in (excluding page loading times) because the set up for signing in with your google account is very confusing - at least to me anyway, but I guess it redeems itself having “one touch publishing”. I like that. It saves me having to wait 5 to 10 minutes while Blogger updates my blog. I’m slightly confused about this whole “labels for this post” thing, is that like a tag? I don’t want to start using it because then I’d have to go back and edit all 300 and something posts of mine to put them into neat little categories - and I don’t have time to do that.
Anywho, Nifty came over last night - despite my parent’s attempts at telling me yesterday morning that the weather would be too horrible for them to go anywhere meanwhile it was freakin’ sunny out after school. My dad felt bad because all along I told him about how if they cancelled my plans because of the weather it would be completely fine out, so he went out and got Nifty. We watched a couple movies and just hung out - it was nice. I like that Nifty feels comfortable enough around my family. Come to think of it, I’ve never had any “boyfriends” (those 3 week relationships I don’t really count anymore) that even wanted to meet my family - at the time I agreed, ’cause my family’s pretty damn weird (I still love them though). Then I started to realize something was up with that - and if a guy didn’t want to meet my parents then it generally meant he was using me to get in my pants and afraid my parents would see through their act.
In other boring news; today’s seminar was boring. We had to create business cards with the pictures they took of us yesterday. I mention I look like a demented little 12 year old plotting someones death in mine. Guess what? They’re gonna be displayed for the entire school to see. Great, it’s my lucky day. I came home after lunch again, as I would have nothing to do for the second half of my day.
Since last night I’ve been feeling rather sick - I think I have a headcold. And Karen; before you make any wise comments, Nifty wasn’t sick when he came over - or he wouldn’t have come. He’s over protective of me now and anything slightly unhealthy or dangerous to me he tries to keep away. It’s cute but rather annoying, as I’ve just learned that if I go to his trailer with his family and him then I won’t be aloud to go tubing because I’d fly 50 feet in the air and probably die. Stupid magic carpet water sport things. Plus, he had the flu - not a cold. The cold is from something else. Even though I’m one of those rare teenagers who bundles up in the cold, I still managed to get this stupid headcold. Josephine doesn’t even wear her coat, and she’s fine. What’s up with that? Why is the good child always punished by the gods?
I better get studying for my G1 - which I plan to take this Thursday - and maybe finish some co-op assignments. I also have a huge backload of blogs to read. Sorry I haven’t been commenting anyone lately; the net has been uber slow.
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5:43 pm |
Not Enjoying This
Blogger cornered me into upgrading my account and “google-izing” it by not having that link that read “skip this and go to dashboard”. I’m still wary of it, and very annoyed that I didn’t have a choice on whether or not I wanted to change my account around - because I really didn’t. My motto is why change a good thing. Old Blogger was a good thing - it didn’t give me any problems at all.
If new googlie-ized Blogger does give me problems, there is going to be hell to pay. I already have enough frustrations putting up with a slow internet connection, the last thing I want is more trouble.
Anyway, today was the first day of semester two. I have full day co-op and didn’t realize that I only had to be at school for half a day for the seminar. For the rest of this week I’ll have a seminar for two periods and then a two period spare. On the 12th I can finally start co-op. It seems so far away, and the seminars are so boring - all we do is learn how to fill out time sheets and record hours.
However, I did learn something really cool. I need 440 hours to pass 4 period co-op, 550 hours to pass 5 period co-op and 660 hours to pass 6 period co-op. Meaning I can earn extra credits. Meaning that graduating this year instead of next year sounds like it just might happen. I’m short 6 credits right now, I know I’ll without a doubt earn 4 credits - and if I can 6 then I will get my high school diploma. Is anyone else freaking out about this? I am. I won’t be behind!
I’m still going back for grade 12 Math and Writers Craft (seeing as I only took grade 11 Math this year), but it still would be cool if I got to graduate this year. Perhaps I should look in to getting my grad photos taken - just to be on the safe side.
Although my dad did suggest today that instead of taking high school Writers Craft, I look into taking it in college. That would be interesting but I think I should spend money on the classes I need in order to get a diploma for whatever it is I decide I’m going to do after high school.
In any case though, I’m really cheered up by the prospect of maybe graduating with all my friends.
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3:03 pm |
My Choice
I will forever worship Karen’s skills of finding me the perfect books to read. When I was in the hospital, she brought me The Notebook Girls and The Davinci Code, both really awesome books. Then for Christmas, she bought me Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. I am forever going to put her in charge of picking out books - got that Karen? It’s offically your job. Be sure to come up with huge lists of ideas to give my parents for my 18th birthday - which is like five months away. Woah.
This book is so amazing, I think I love it more then the Harry Potter books - and that’s really saying something considering the amount of times I’ve read the Harry Potter books. I recommend it to anybody!
It’s about a human girl falling in love with a vampire boy, who has also fallen in love with her - except he has a desire to kill her. It’s really good. So go read it. It’s the perfect novel to get your teenage daughter or niece or something. Unless, of course, they hate reading with a passion. Then just buy them the audio book, because they would love the plot even if they hated to read!
I really didn’t mean for this post to be a book review but its so good I can’t help myself. I just finished New Moon - the book that takes place after Twilight, and it too was really good. Twilight is my favourite though.
Anyway, my advice is quickly check out this novel. It’s awesome. Heck, I’m blogging about it. Clearly it’s a good book.
Okay…now that Karen knows how much I love her for buying me that book, I can blog about something else….guess what today is? It’s the 5er. Yep. Nifty and I have been together for 5 months already. I’ve yet to screw it up in any way - although I keep trying. That was a joke by the way, I don’t mean to try. I’m just naturally a very screwy person. Heh.
I’m sure you could all tell from my long winded posts about how my mind works. Actually, I’m not to sure how my mind works. But my point is that he still really likes me, even after getting to know me. Weird huh? Usually I have to maintain a great distance. I come with a lot of baggage, and when guys find that out they usually run for the hills.
Not Nifty though, he doesn’t even think I have baggage. He thinks I’m perfect - for him anyway. So yay for 5 solid months, and hopefully many more to come!
I’m going to go read Twilight again, because it’s just that awesome.
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4:25 pm |
