Pencil Crisis of May-June 2010

That's it, Blogger, first born child EATEN. Really? What did I do to lose the right to name my babies/posts? That's OK, I forgive you, I know you're just intimidated by my awesomeness. Once you sort out your insecurities, you know where to find my to apologize to me.

Alright, at the beginning of the year in grade 7, I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anyone borrow my pencils/pens/paper, because in grade 6, no one had any pencils/paper/pens whatsoever, and I didn't want a repeat of that whole fiasco. Though it was hard to say no to my beggar-classmates, I soon built a resistance to their constant whining and begging for writing utensils. However, as the year progresses, I slowly started to forget anything that I had promised myself at the beginning of the year. After the whines got to an almost unbearable high, I gave in to the yelping and lent out a single pencil. The fact that I had writing utensils quickly spread around the classroom, and before you know it, I had lent out all of my pens and pencils. I got around 40% of them back, and I started to remember the promises I had made earlier on in the year. I stopped giving out pencils and I quickly became the bitter, nazi-like figure who temporarily pissed people off when I clutched and held close my precious pencils.

Things were going as planned, until people resorting to stealing, resulting in a permanent loss of writing utensils amongst everyone in the class, because everyone would "accidentally" lose the pencils somewhere in the school. Soon, the few who had pencils were automatically the respected ones in the class, and before you knew it, pencils became the most valuable thing known to these neanderthals. People would share pencils, taking turns writing sentences, and before you knew it, there was a black market, consisting solely of pens and pencils found in peoples basements.

After getting used to this pencil depression, it was already 2 weeks before summer vacation. As Yulia and I were cleaning our lockers, she stops talking and just stared open mouthed in her locker. Can you guess what she found. That's right. A brand new, unopened pack of 24 SHARPENED STAEDTLER PENCILS. Yulia and I kept this juicy secret to ourselves until the last day of school, when we rubbed it in peoples faces:D

So, now you know about the Pencil Crisis of 2010.

Waffle in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

HEYO!

So, for some reason Blogger is being a tool and revoked my rights of giving these posts a title. Believe me, it's bothering the hell out of me and I am THIS CLOSE to eating Blogger's first born child.


Sorry, this doesn't technically count as a post since I can really think of anything to blog about...any ideas? Go like the facebook page ( click here! ) and post any blog post ideas on there, or just simply comment below.

With what I think is an allergic reaction to the vitamin E in my moisturizer on my face, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. Lol.

Oh the Maturity...

I'M BACCCCKKKKK!!!!! I bet you missed me! I'm sorry, but I was just dry, I couldn't think of anything to write about, and to be honest, I don't really want to put my name on something that's super lame. Unfortunately, I had to grow up:( I'm not in grade 7 anymore! I'm in grade 8, and apparently I have to starts becoming "responsible" and "mature". Even though Div 8 is no longer "real", it still exists and is going strong:P The kind of creepy thing is, now I'm in div 16. I'm gonna laugh if next year I'm in div 24.

For the most part, I really like the kids in my class. They're all really nice and most of them are almost as crazy as the kids in div 8 were, but I like them. This class has quirks of their own...

Have you read the Diary of a Wimpy Kid? Well, you know the cheese touch? I don't know who, but someone thought it would be funny to start up the cheese touch in class. Now, everyone has their fingers crossed all the time, and people are running away frantically in hopes of escaping the cheese touch of doom. My family and I were having dinner and my mom pointed out something that made me think... she said, "So pretty much grade 8's and grade 5's are on the same level?". After pondering that statement for a while, I realized that everything we had worked so hard to achieve was flying out the metaphorical window at the speed of Connor running when he's caffeine high. Our empire has been crushed. We were now no different then those lame grade 5's. What to do, what to do? Really, you can't change how people are, you just have to change the way they think.

The next day at school I looked around the classroom, and this is what I say:

People fighting over how gets to try and open my thermos. "Motheati" falling over because he was laughing so hard. Connor grabbing peoples collar bone and chasing them across the classroom.

At recess, you see kids having contests to see who can jump across the most people in a single leap, you see kids like Inho, who...well you can't really say anything, you just have to meet him. Amidst all of this dysfunctional chaos, I had an epiphany; THE WORLD IS DOOMED. If kids are the future, what the hell is the future going to look like if these maniacs are going to be running the world? All I can say is that Nutella is going to be a lot more common...

So, what are the kids in your class like? Leave a comment or post it on the facebook page, "School Life is Hard".

So, with a glass of water in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

If only they knew...

Everyone has secrets, am I right? Everyone one has at least ONE thing that no one but them knows. Everyone has one thing, that they wish they could tell someone, but can't. There are some important things that people keep secret, and some things people choose to keep secret or "hush hush" because they are to scared of the consequences. FOR EXAMPLE: You may keep who you are in love with a secret because you don't want to feel awkward or anything. THEN, there are things that you keep secret because you'd get into trouble for them, like our conversations at recess or in class when the teacher isn't there.

1: Soooo who do you like
2: john
1: AAAW REALLY!?!?!
2: yes, why?
1: no reason, i just wanted to know
2: you can't tell anyone, okay?
1: don't worry, i wont.

That is the kind of thing you'd keep secret, why? Figure it out, if you can't figure out why, you need some help.

A: I TOLD YOU NOT TO GRAPE ME ANYMORE
B: YOU WERE THE ONE GRAPING ME!!!
A: WELL IT WAS YOU WHO STARTING TOUCHING ME FIRST
B: YOU SAID YOU NEEDED TO PRACTICE FOR JAZZ BAND!!!
A: BUT NOW I DON'T AND I'M NOT READY TO BE GRAPED!!!

That, is the kind of thing you keep secret because...well...you just do. imagine explaining that conversation to a teacher? awkward...real awkward...

Sometimes, secrets are a good thing, like in the example exhibited above. I mean, it's just weird to know everything about everyone, isn't it?

i absolutely love it when someone walks in on people doing something really wierd and yelling over something random, and the person who walked in has this look of horror mixed with curiousity and a hint of confusion. I personally think it's hilarious.

Now, I'm sorry if this post was to short or not good enough, but I've been so busy I've had no time to think of any good topics!

Ice tea in hand, i leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

It could only ever happen to you. Sigh.

OMG I MISS EVERYONE IN VICTORIA SOO MUCH!!! I will be back soon!!! Me coming back is actually what inspired me to write this post...

Of course. When something crappy happens, it's going to be the kind of thing that make you think that it could only ever happen to you. On my way back to Victoria, I wil be flying from Aberdeen to Paris, then Paris to Seattle, then Seattle to Victoria. I was stoked when I found out we got to go through Paris. I've never been to Paris!!! With our luck, we always end up staying for 4 hours at airports, and to be honest, I was actually looking forward to spending a few hours in Paris. Guess what? We have less then an hour to go through security, get our bags, find our terminal, stop for some croissants, throw away the cute little bag that the croissants come in, get to the terminal and then leave for Seattle. Wait, you still haven't heard the best part. Do you know how long we'll have to wait in the crappy Seattle airport? FIVE AND A HALF HOURS!!! Or course, it could only ever happen to me. Sigh.

Has stuff like that ever happened to you? Of course it has! We're middle school humans!!! You know what I'm talking about. The one day you 'forget' to bring your instrument to band, the band gets an awesome new song. Only when you don't go to school does all the important or fun stuff happen. ONLY when you decide that this saturday, you're going to go for a bike ride instead of going to the mall like you do every saturday, there's a huge sale in the store that you otherwise can't afford to shop at. You get the picture.

I am so jealous of the people who got to go on the bike trip to camp thunderbird. Why couldn't I go? I had to go to a wedding. In Scotland. OF COURSE, the people getting married have been together for over 23 years, and they choose the same weekend as my trip to get married.

I remember my worst day ever; the walk home in the rain. For those of you who don't remember me going on and on about it, I'll write the story here:

So, I was walking home and it had been an absolutely gorgeous day so far. All of a sudden, it start to hail. HAIL! It's smacking my face and bare arms and legs and eventually, it started to hurt. Then the hail stopped and was followed by the biggest downpour of rain I have ever seen. So, at this point, my shorts are soaking wet, my shirt is almost transparent (I picked a pretty bad day to wear a white t-shirt with a white camisole underneath, didn't I?), my makeup is streaming down my face and my 75$ sandals are probably ruined. The moment I step inside the house, the rain instantly stops. The sun comes out, the sky is blue, the clouds are whiter then most of the grade 7 girls' face when they found out they're not allowed to bring their hair straightener to camp thunderbird, and the birds are chirping. See, moments like these are the reason I'm atheist.

So, Scottish tea in hand (which is amazingly strong, like, you but the hot water in the mug, then you put the tea bag in for 5 seconds and it's te strongest tea I've ever had in my life. I'm not joking), I leave you yearning for the next post. AND FOR ME!!! See you guys soon! Unless we decide that it's not even worth waiting for the plane in Seattle and we end up residing there. lol.

I'll miss you!!!

By the way, I am leaving for Scotland tomorrow and there is a huge time difference, so what is a wednesday evening could be a thursday morning for you, so don't freak out if my post isn't on when you check, it'll be on later! Also, I will probably not have time to blog regularly, but I will blog AT LEAST once a week unless noted otherwise. I will be back to my regular blogging schedule on Monday, May 31st.

When I'm away, I will miss div. 8. I will miss the random outbursts, the teachers dismal attempt at trying to get us to shut up, the lectures we get about the area of circles, and the arguments we have about whether or not the stuff we're taught is true. Div. 8 is special. I mean, what other class is small enough to make substitutes think we're hiding people? What other class is close enough to know everything about each other? What other class is so dedicated to not doing math that they will make an effort to cause a giant big class discussion on something totally irrelevant to what we're doing? Well, I'm sure there may be other classes that are KIND OF like ours, but no one does it with the kind of swagga we got:P (no one on the corner has swagga like us, swagga like us, swagga swagga like us)

When I'm in Scotland, I know that all of my relatives will be shoving haggis and black pudding (no, black pudding isn't a dessert, it's a pigs stomach mixed with oats and pig blood) down my vegetarian throat, and I will be lectured constantly about how I'm going to shrivel up and die because I don't eat enough, but I'm used to that. My oh-so-supportive classmates are always mocking my vegetarian-ness. My all time favorite joke made about me is this, "of course she doesn't eat meat, if she ate meat it would be considered cannibalism". To some, this may sound mean, and you are totally right. BUT, the reason this is my favorite, is that it shows the person who used it really does have no life, except for sitting there and thinking about ways to insult people (well, mostly just me) to try and make himself appear cooler, LMFAO. Really, that's how low people stoop? Anyway, I know y'all are just jealous of my svelte, earthy energy, you're just to scared to admit it:P Seriously though, I wouldn't be me if I wasn't vegetarian:)

I know this is short, but it's late and I have to get up at 4 a.m. to catch a flight to seattle. Or is it San jose?? Uh-oh, I think the monday curse is effecting me...

Anyway, feeling sad, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

Oh Yeah? Well how do WE know?

Today in math, my teacher was ranting on and on about like 4 different formulas that would give us the area of a triangle. 4!!! Of course, being the critical and kind of bitter person that I am, I asked what proof we have of that being the area of a triangle; he tried to answer the question then went on about paying your agent or buying groceries or something like that. That took away my faith in math! It got me thinking; how do we really know that's the area of a triangle? How do we know that someone didn't just bribe the person who was in charge of making mathematical rules to believe his "theory"? What if, like 600 years ago, math was created and there was a LOGICAL explanation for everything and there weren't any random formulas that included the "magic number 1" (don't ask me, ask M. Sanschagrin, my teacher). WHAT IF, some moron thought it would be funny to teach his kids the wrong way to do math, a harder more complicated way to do math, and that caught on and that method was taught to future generations, and the moron who thought it would be funny to teach everyone the wrong way to do math equations is sitting up there in hell, laughing down at us because what we're doing is WAY OFF.

I'm not convinced that someone came up with the number pi (3.14159andsoforth) because of "science" and "math". I think he was just another moron who thought it would be funny to mess with today's idiots. They say that pi is an infinite number, HUH! I bet they claim that no matter how long they spend doing that procedure to get the decimals of pi they will never find the last decimal, so that people will believe that pi's an infinite number so that the OTHER moron who came up with the idea of pi wouldn't have to make up random numbers and figure out a way to convince the mathematical association or WHATEVER THE HELL it's called that the numbers are legit.

I would like to know who woke up one day and said, "Hey, I'm gonna make up a weird formula that somehow kinda works so that today's society can struggle and be stressed out even more then they already are", therefore they would look aged. Aging=money spent on creams and treatments to make them look younger, which leads to feeling younger -> money spent on yoga classes because yoga is "youthful"... leads to money spent on over priced clothes so they look young and hip, which eventually leads to kids, then money spent on math tutors because they parents can't help them while they're juggling partying with yoga classes, duh! IN THE END (da da da da, snare drum roll, spot lights flashing across the stage. A guy with an annoying voice holds a microphone and says...) MORE MONEY FOR HIM. See? Everything revolves around money. Give me anything and I will find a way to link it to making money. In the end, the people who make up the ministry of edumacation don't really care about the students, they care about how many millions they can fit into their pockets:)

Another thing that cracked me up, is that our teacher told us that when we alter an equation or fraction or something on ONE side, we have to do the same thing to the other side so the world stays balanced. WHAT IF, the world was unbalanced to begin with, so in our attempts to balance things, really, we're leaving it unbalanced. Just saying...

Anyway, ginger and peach tea (it's a new tea that I'm trying out) in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. And there will be one. Aaa, maybe. lol.

FINALLY

HEY!!! So, thank you to Neesonfamily (grace, is that you?? lol) for the topic about how teenagers think about their parents and what they expect from them, that will DEFINITELY be fridays topic, however, before i forget, I want to blog about something that i did these past couples days.

On sunday night, me and 4 friends started a village simulation. We slept outside, had to cook our meals outside and fetch water and food from a few kilometres away. We walked to and from school and did our homework and all the stuff we needed to do outside. in the cold. in the rain. with no proper jackets. or adequate shelter. But it was really fun!!!

So, on Sunday night, we pretty much got our stuff organized and set up and went to bed, we stayed up pretty late but woke up at 5:30 because the STUPID birds wouldn't shut up. Me and 2 others went for a little jog to kind of wake us up, then we ate a huge breakfast of tea, fruit, nuts, more fruit, a lot more nuts and more tea. The reason we had so many nuts, is because Catherine, who was in charge of supplying the nuts, must of brought at least 1 kilo of "assorted nuts" from the yates street market. We didn't bring a lunch, because we were doing a VILLAGE simulation, and we figured that kids in little villages in africa and asia wouldn't be able to bring a lunch, so we went hungry.

On Monday, Cassidy had to go to her piano lesson at uvic, so me and catherine walked to UVIC with her (ella and karine had to go to some other stuff, so they couldn't come). We were supposed to meet ella after the lesson was over, but the lesson went longer then it was supposed to be and she had started to walk home by the time we had gotten to the meeting place. After 2 hours of walking and trying to locate each other, we FINALLY got home and ate a little bit. We needed a tent for storage, so while Catherine and Cassidy set the tent up (because Karine was still gone and ella and I are totally camping impaired), Ella and I went to go fetch the water and rice so we could have dinner.

We walked for at least 2 1/2 kilometres, then we finally got to the place that the water and rice was. there was 2 containers of water that were 2 litres each, a big tupperware full of rice and a giant 10 litre container that was impossible to carry because there was no handle.We walked at least 4 kilometres (it was longer on the way back because in my attempt to to take a short cut, i accidentally added a LOT of distance to the walk. haha, oops). 11 funny looks, at least 45 switches and arguments as to who would carry what and which way to take later, we finally got home and were ready to cook. it took us forever to figure out how work the stupid stove, but after trying for 20 minutes, it lit then blew out once the water was boiled. We all worked together to try and get the stove to light, and about 15 minutes into out efforts, someone suggested that the rice might have cooked form the heat that was already in the pan. They were right and we had the most "worth it" rice ever. It was bland and a bit watery but so hot and so filling and sooooooo worth the effort. Karine came back, then, we tried to sautee bananas and it failed so epicly that I'm not even going to go into detail about it...

That night it rained. Hard. poor cassidy had her sleeping bag soaked and every one's pillow (except for karines 'cuz she slept on the side opposite from the pool of water) was wet and every ones mats and blankets were absolutely drenched. However, we survived and walked to school just fine. It was pretty cool, actually, because we made an EPIC musical about being cold and hungry. So awesome. We're looking in to getting together and writing a legit musical, lol.

We got home and my mom, being the caring European mom that she is, had taken our sleeping stuff and put them in the tumble dryer so that they we didn't have to sleep in water:)

Wednesday, today, wasn't part of the simulation so we woke up, went inside and totally pigged out on chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. We all washed our faces and looked in the mirror for the first time in a couple days. We got a ride to school and celebrated with starbucks after school.

It was really fun, and I'm really glad that we did it. We we're eating such fresh, healthy food and spending so much time in the sun and fresh air, my skin (which had a big ugly rash on it because my skin is so sensitive that it breaks out to the cheap foam that my karate sparring helmet is made out of) had totally cleared up and I felt great and full of energy! I have made it my goal to exercise more and eat healthier so that I'm fit for summer so that i can do lots of swimming, beach volleyball and hiking:)

So, empty handed, i leave you yearning for the next post.AND THERE WILL BE ONE, about How teenagers think about their parents, and again thank you to neesonfamily. lol.

Topics.

Hello!!!! Today, I'm blogging about topics. I can never think of a topic to blog about, so that's why my posts are usually very late. This is going to be a very short post.

I always ask people what to blog about, and they either say "I don't know" or give a topic totally unrelated to what my blog is about. SO what I'm proposing, is that anyone who gives me a topic to blog about that's relevant to my blog, will be GREATLY APPRECIATED, and if I choose your topic, you will get a shout out and a link to your blog, if you have one, posted on my blog. I'm not trying to sound like I have a ton of followers (I think 8 people read my blog), but I might have people reading my blog who don't read yours, so you can maybe get a couple more followers this way.

Frozen yogurt in hand, I leave you yearning for the post. If I can think of a topic to blog about. lol.

Expectations

HI Y'ALL!!! So the reason my blog on friday didn't show up, because this is a free website, sometimes stuff doesn't work 100%. But don't worry, I didn't forget about blogging!!!

Expectations. Everyone has certain expectations they are expected to meet. Some in academics, some in sports, some socially. Some have expectations set so that they have to excel in all three fields. I used to be one of those people and believe me, it's not fun. Can you imagine being constantly expected to do something??? For example, you are about to take a test and you know that everyone in the class is expecting you to get the highest mark out of everyone. Or, everyday, everyone is expecting you to get a girlfriend/boyfriend or to hang out with your posse of 20 friends. And, the most common one, non academic stuff; In art class people expect you to be the one to use the most colour or to have the most detailed starfish or to make your dragon look like a dragon, not some mutated half horse half lizard alien thingy. Even though the people who are expecting those things think that the person can easily attain the standards that are set for them, it is quite the contrary. Because of all the pressure, the people who are expected to do great can't focus or do what they really want to do, because they are so concentrated on what people want them to do.

Last year, everyday I was asked a million questions about stuff that we were studying at school, because people expected that I would know the answer. I would answer the stupid questions (for example, how do you say I'm a donkey in French?), but as the year go on, the questions got harder and harder as the people asking the questions grew more and more knowledgeable. Eventually, when I didn't know the answer, people would say "That's unlike you" or "What do you mean??? You're the smart one". At first I would laugh with them, but after a while it got annoying. I mean, tear-your-hair-out-and-then-once-you-teared-all-of-your-hair-out-start-clawing-at-the-wall-until-it-collapses-and-the-whole-building-falls-down-and-then-you-get-trapped-and-then-scream-in-frustration annoying. Do you think it's a pleasant or satisfying feeling to know that you let people down???

Of course, people don't always expect for people to do well, some people expect others to fail. Imagine, it's your turn to run the stupid hurdle course, you're feeling pretty nervous and kinda crappy because you know you suck at running, let alone jumping over stuff while running. You decide that you're going to try as hard as you can in hopes to maybe impress everyone and exceed their expectations, then, all of a sudden, someone screams, "Don't fail like you normally do". That sucks out all of your confidence and makes you not want to try. For those of you who know me personally, I think you know what P.E. class I am referring to, and to WHO I'm referring to, but to those of you who don't, just know that this happened to me and I'm sure has happened to you. Do you want to be known as the one who fails? For those of you who happen to be great at everything, think about it this way, there is always going to be someone who looks down on you because they are better.

I know that everyone has expectations that they would like to be met, even if really high or really low expectations are set for you, you still find a way to expect things out of other people. No one is perfect (and I'm anything but), but next time you are about to scream out, "Oh, I bet ___________ is going to get the highest mark" or "Don't even try, you know you're going to fail" at someone, just remember that feeling of pure crap that you feel when a comment like that is directed to you:)

I know that everyone expects something out of everyone and everything, but sometimes, we don't realize that something as simple as expecting someone/something to be great or terrible, we are totally modifying are end opinion. If we expect something to be great and it turns out to suck, then it's going to suck even more because we had an ideal picture in our mind that we let intertwine with reality.

If you're someone who feels like they have a high bar that they have to clear in order to please people, I'm assuming that you feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. 'What the hell am I supposed to do!', is something that was on my mind for the majority of my grade 6 year. All you have to do, is when someone asks a question expecting you to know the answer, or when someone (like your parents) state that they are disappointed in you because they believe you could have done better, let them know that you tried your best and worked your ass off to get the result that you did. Also, let them know that you can't focus on what you're doing because you are constantly trying to please them and that everything you do is so that they are proud of you. The person you're yelling at is probably pissed off at you at this point, so I would recommend going to your room as soon as you are finished your rant, or things could end poorly...

Hopefully this technique works for you, it worked for me.

In conclusion, we all live under expectations, it's deciding what you're going to do about them, that's the hard part.

Lady Grey tea in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

Me. Simply Me.

All of my blogs are about my school life, and I feel like you guys should get to at least know what I'm about.

I was born in Vancouver and when I was 1, I moved to Italy and lived there until I was 4 1/2. I moved back to Canada and we lived with my grandparents for a few months, then moved back to Vancouver until we found a house in Victoria, which is where I live now. In grade 2 I moved to Curacao for a year. I didn't really like Curacao. At all. In fact, not only did I not have any friends that spoke enough english for me to really have a relationship with them, but in general, I am glad I am in Canada for good. I home schooled, which I did not enjoy. My family was so, well I want to say dysfunctional, but that's not really the right word, but do you understand what I mean? Actually, dysfunctional is probably the closest adjective I'll find to describe it. Let me just say that I don't want to go back to Curacao. Ever.

Grade 3 was the 2nd worst year of my life. My teacher was awful. In fact, she was vile, unpleasant, rotten, revolting, repulsive, loathsome and just plain mean. She was constantly constricting the area in which I could learn. She never encouraged me, never said anything that inspired or motivated me and she never even looked me in the eye. Please know that this is pure and raw emotion. I'm not exaggerating at all.

From grades 4-6, it was all really me trying to figure out who I was. I tried being the "it" girl, I tried being "that" girl (see Catherine's comment on my post about elementary school). I tried to not at all care about my social life and to try and be perfect. I didn't really like who I was, looking back at it, but I admire myself for trying to figure out who I was, and for not being sucked into the trap of people with no souls who just say what they say because they want attention. Don't let your actions define you, but let them add to who you are and to how you got to the place you are now.

Grade 7 has truly been the best year of my life so far. I have figured out who I am and who my real friends are. I learned the hard way that people I thought I knew so well have changed into someone that I don't recognize or want to be with. It's hard, but I guess discovering things you didn't want to know about each other is the only way that you can make you get yourself together, grow up and move on.

I hope you learned something from this post. Thank you for reading:)

Now, with a weight being lifted off my shoulders, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

Facebook

Ok, here's the reason why I didn't blog on friday; My power was out from 8 o'clock in the morning on friday until 1:30 in the afternoon on saturday. I was busy and sick the rest of the weekend, so that's why I didn't blog on the other days. So, to reply to anyone who says "But you said you would give us candy and an apology letter if you didn't blog!" 2 things: 1) Don't start a sentence with the word but. Anyone who's ever been to school knows that it's not proper grammar and that it makes you look stupid 2) I have a very legit excuse, so don't even ask. The answer will be no.

Facebook, a website that can keep you glued to the computer for 4 hours at a time. The website that pairs beautifully with procrastinators, because what better way to waste your time then to log on to Facebook?

I don't know about you, but as soon as I look at the computer, all I think about is logging on the magical land of Facebook. I start to think of my little grapes on farmville, and my mob on mafia wars, and of course, I can't neglect the little bunny I made on petville! So I log and tend to all of my virtual duties, and then, I glance on to the homepage and see a really funny status. I press the "like" button and post a comment. The person replied! So of course, I have to reply to the comment. That goes on for a while, until I run out of things to say, so I just go become a fan of a bunch of stuff that I didn't even think I was a fan of until I saw that my fbff (facebook best friend forever) became a fan of it. Oh look! I have a new message!!! It was my other fbff asking me if I wanted to go for a bike ride!!! She's online, so we just start to chat. As I'm chatting with her, I start stalking peoples profile. I know that person!!! *click* Add As Friend. YES!!! Now I have 250 friends.

As I'm doing this fun stuff, my mom screams down the stairs that it's time for dinner. How is that possible? Have I logged on for that long!?!? Uh oh. I have. Now, I have to eat dinner and do all the homework that was assigned. As I'm eating dinner, Mom suggests that we go for a walk, I tell her that I have homework and says, that's ok, you finished most of it while you were in your room, right? I don't want to tell her that I was on Facebook the whole time, so I just agree with her. By the time I get back, it's 7 o'clock, and I have to get ready for karate class. I get there just in time, and the class runs late. By the time I get home and have a shower, it's 10 o'clock. CRAP!!! I'm too tired to do the homework!!!

Other than the fact that Facebook causes problems later on, Facebook is a wonderful place, a haven of perfection, blending my utopia and reality. It's a place where you can show off your pictures, where you can pick fights and things will still be normal the next day when you see them in person!!! A place where you can become friends without having to worry about first impressions or if you actually get along. Facebook is a replacement for therapy; if your self-esteem is low that day, just post that in your status and a bunch totally unqualified people who you don't even know will encourage and support you. The only place where you can get married, no matter what age!!! The only place that you can have kids without having to go through.... well you know. Facebook is the replacement for real connections and conversation. You can deal with your problems by simply hitting the 'send' button on chat. You can confront people without actually having to confront them! You can say stuff you don't mean without the person knowing that you lied. It truly is the reality in which we live, there is no such thing as face-to-face heartfelt conversations anymore, they're now Facebook chat heartfelt conversations. We come alive on Facebook, we get to be the person we don't dare to be in public places! You can feel so loved and content when really, you're just sitting all alone in your room eating the leftover chocolate from easter, your hair is heinous and you're still wearing your pjs.

Nothing in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

How to be Popular-Spoof

There are several steps you must follow to ensure that you will become popular.

step 1: Stop trying. If you try and do well in school then people will think you're a nerd. JUST to ensure that no one thinks you're a nerd, fail stuff on purpose.

step 2: Appearance. Probably the most important step of all. Not only must you worry about your clothes, but you must ALSO worry about your facial expression and body language.

Clothes: No matter how well you follow the other steps, unless you wear skinny jeans, UGG boots and graphic t-shirts, you will never be popular. Because wearing skinny jeans is sooooo original.

Facial expression: Leave your mouth slightly open and always look up and slightly to the right. This will give the illusion that you are really above everyone and that you have a laid back attitude. ALSO, if you're a girl, purse your lips slightly.

Body Language: If you're a guy, then either cross your arms or make weird hand gestures like Justin Beiber so expertly shows us in his music videos. IF you're a girl, then there a many options. You can either hold your hands across your stomach like you're trying to hide something, you can hold you shoulders up slightly and let your hands loose OR you can have one arm like you're crossing your arms and the other hand kind of flailing out.

Hair: If you're a guy, you can't be popular unless you're hair is windswept. To make sure your hair stays in place, constantly shake your head so your hair goes to one side. Don't be afraid to use a hat or hood to keep your hair in place. The hat or hood part is very important. IF you're a girl, always straighten your hair without using protecter on your hair, so that you're hair is very cheap looking and especially tacky. You cannot be popular if you don't have tackily-straightened hair WITH side bangs. You can even add to the tackiness of this look if you randomly place a cheap plastic head band over your hair.

step 3: How to speak. When you talk, always always ALWAYS use words excessively. Look around and fidget when you speak so people don't think you're too obsessive. Chew gum or pretend to. Hesitate and say "like" and "um" a lot. An example would be: "So, like, I told her that um, she was just being a, um, jerk. I mean like, you don't just go around acting like a jerk. She's just such a, uh, um, like a jerk" Use this as a template for you conversations.

step 4: How to listen: ALWAYS look VERY bored and uninterested. Look around and chew your gum obnoxiously loud. Say "uh huh" randomly and off of the rhythm in which they speak. ALSO pull out your phone and start texting your buddy or pull out a nail file and start filing your nails.

step 5: NEVER repeat NEVER be yourself. You don't want people to like the real you, you want them to like the plastic bubble that you allow yourself to be swallowed up in.

BE WARNED: Once you master all of these steps, people will start to follow you. A lot. You will be soooo popular that you can't even handle it. Don't say you weren't warned.

AH HEM!!! What about all of the people who aren't like this? Oh yeah, I forgot, we're total social outcasts. It's sad, but true, that this is the definition of popular: POPULAR; and adjective used to describe someone with no real personality. Popular is also used to describe people who try to hard to make it seem like they don't try.

Am I right? Though so. I know it's cliche, but just be yourself. What people define as popular, is someone with no soul or potential. Don't be that person, you're all better then that. Let me be the first person today to let you know that you are a great person with even greater potential:)

Nothing in my hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol

Elementary School

Elementary school. The worst 6 years of my life. I don't know about you, but in my opinion, elementary school is a place that you don't realize how stupid you were until you look back on the pictures of videos your mom stored away and waited for the right time to show you and all of your other new friends, making you look pretty stupid:(

In elementary school, I distinctly remember the feeling I had when I walked into the kindergarten classroom, feeling so proud of myself that I wasn't in preschool anymore. I thought I was soooo cool. I'm sure you know the feeling. Then, you go outside for your recess feeling pretty awesome, until you see all of grade 1's. WHOA! You think to yourself, those grade 1's are so cool! I wanna be like them when I'm big!!!

Then, you get to grade 1, and you realize it's not as cool as you thought it was. You decide to dream big this time, and instead of wanting to be in grade 2, you want to be in grade 5. Then, you wait and wait for years until finally, you're in grade 5! You think you're so cool. You look down on all of those little kids playing around in YOUR school and you can't wait to get into middle school. Finally, on the last day of grade 5, on the last minute, you count down, and finally, when the bell rings, you scream WE'RE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!

If you're in grade 6 you probably don't understand what I mean, but anyone over grade 6 will know. In grade 6, admit it, you thought you we're the coolest thing ever. You swear all the time, not even really understanding the full meaning of the word, you wear clothes that you thought would make you look cool, but now you regret the decision to wear that t-shirt with those shoes and you walked around with your head held a little bit higher then it should have been. When you get to grade 7, you see all of the grade 6's and see what they are like and think to yourself, "was I really like that?" and that's when it all becomes clear. Grade 6 was a low-point of your existence and you can't believe that you acted that way! Grade 6 isn't really talked about anymore because you know that it will embarrass you and everyone else in the room. You realize that you have to just act like everyday is separate from the last and not care/think about anything that happened the day before. To some extent, anyway. I'm pretty sure you know that I don't mean to act like you have amnesia, what I mean is, that if yesterday you made yourself look like a totally idiot and you said something pretty stupid, to not let it define you. DUH you'll remember it, and I'm sure everyone else will to, but let them laugh WITH you not AT you.

I, as a grade 7, hope that in grade 8 I won't look at the grade 7's and think, "was I really like that?" I hope that I made the right decisions this year and I learned my lesson that hard way in grade 6, and that the lesson was OVER in grade 6. I don't want to scare grade 6's into thinking that in grade 7's they're gonna hate themselves, I'm just sharing my personal experience. I'm pretty sure that my experience applies to most of the people in grade 7 right now:)

Anyway, earl grey tea in hand (I already drank all of my green tea) I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

Homework

EEEEEW! Homework. The most disgusting, dreaded thing of all time. Homework may be the stupidest thing in the world! Whoever came up with the idea of homework deserves a nice slap in the face. Would anyone care to join me in my attempt to hunt him/her down so that I can attack this person???

Homework isn't just boring and tedious and monotonous (which are all synonyms of boring, do you get my point?), it's unfair. Why should we have to work hard for 7 hours a day, only to go home and do more work!!! I mean, I know most of the 7 hours our teacher is yelling at us for not co-operating, or lecturing us on irrelevant stuff, like how banana's grow or whatever, BUT STILL! We're there against our will anyway, so we should just get to go home and relax.

I know that most of the time, our homework is something so easy, my little sister could do it, it still takes effort! I mean, finding the homework, getting a pencil, finding a place to work, finishing it, then putting it away, and then putting the pencil away, is a lot of work considering that I don't even want to put effort into my work. Why do teachers even give us homework if it's just wasting time? Don't they know that we're not going to do it, or that we'll just do it on our way to school the next morning? That's why Sunday nights are a beautiful thing. You have a whole two days to procrastinate (see my post on procrastination) and not do it, then, it's like a regular school night where as your in bed your silently doing the homework so that your parents aren't wondering what your doing.

And then, there's the occasion that the homework actually IS hard, then not only do you have to do the regular procedure, but you have to actually think!!! EEEW!! I don't want to think on my free time. I don't understand why teachers give homework, I'm sure that they've learned the lesson, that only a couple students actually put time and effort into the homework assignment. Homework is even worse when it's something boring, like glossary/vocabulary words. So. Boring. Makes. Me. Want. To. Cry. From. Boredom.

If you have a teacher who gives homework regularly, it's not that bad because then you get used to it. However, if you have a teacher that gives homework inconsistently, then chances are they are going to give you homework on the worst day possible for you to have homework! They'll assign a ton of homework on the day that you have soccer, art class, AND baby sitting all on the same day, leaving you with 2 minutes to complete the tedious, monotonous and BORING homework that you need about 30 minutes to complete. Crap. Then, you explain to the teacher that you didn't have time to complete it and they get all mad and pull out the "I don't ask you for much, but when I ask you for something, I want you to put your best effort forward" rant and they get pissed off at you. OR, even worse, your teacher usually doesn't collect homework, so you don't put any effort into it and the ONE TIME that you don't try, your teacher collects it and needs to talk to you about your future and blah and blah and blah. I DON'T NEED TO TALK ABOUT MY FUTURE LIFE JUST BECAUSE I FAIL AT HOMEWORK!!! I'm pretty sure that's what goes through your mind when teachers pull that one.

School is school and home is home. I associate school with the following adjectives: boring, entertaining, exhausting, strange, messed-up, weird, screw-up and stressful. I associate home with the following adjectives: calm, serene, fun, relaxing and laid-back. I don't want my only calm place to be invaded by the insane creepy mutated aliens that people so formally call homework!!! Don't you agree?

It's not that I don't care about my grades in school, it's just that I FREAKING HATE HOMEWORK!!! Homework should be banned. Period. It's so pointless! Studies show that kids who don't have homework are happier, healthier and more productive in school compared to those who get a lot of homework??? Of course, teachers don't believe that, because they're stubborn obnoxious stuck-up people:)

If you hope, that one day you will be a teacher, don't be offended. It's just the truth:)

With my delicious, moist, fresh baked muffin in hand, I leave you, yearning for my next post. If there is on one. lol

Ministry of Edumacation

Hello! A lot of people have come up to me regarding the post I made this Monday, saying that they couldn't see it on my blog.. Because it was a draft that I made in February, for some reason, it ended up in the February column. So, if you want to see it, go on to the blog index, go under February and click on the one titled, "Procrastination". Some of you might of seen it, if not, it's there if you want to read it.

I know that usually I do humorous stuff. Usually my posts are about me complaining about something. This one is going to be serious, but yes, it's me complaining about something. Please read, as this is something that all students in middle and high school should read.

The Canada Ministry of Education. The people who make up this group are the people responsible for the education of the kids in the country. They make up the curriculum and what methods have to be taught. They give the illusion that they truly do care about our education and that all they want is a bright future for us. They want to make us learn and grow as people. They want to make school an enjoyable environment. Well, at least that's what their original intentions were. Now, I don't know many people who are truly enjoying the curriculum being currently taught. I am one of those people. Our text books are almost 20 years old. And those are considered new! The methods used and the lessons are so outdated, many of the expressions and examples aren't fully comprehendible to todays students. Some of the information isn't even correct! Do you know why the text books are never renewed? It's because the Government of Canada finds it more suiting to spend billions of dollars on Olympic parties and ponchos that can be handed out to 10,000+ people just to get into the "Olympic Spirit".

When I say the information is inaccurate, I 'm not kidding. According to the Social Studies text books used, Australia is a continent, and the theories used in the science text books are so old. I don't understand why the text books aren't updated every 5 years, and instead of adding all these unnecessary pages and graphs and maps condense it so they can fit into a smaller book and make them paperback instead of hardback to make it cheaper. Or even better, just make the text books an online program that's updated every 5 years, that schools have to pay to install. It would be expensive to create, but think about it, what's more expensive? To produce thousands, maybe even millions of text books to give to students which they might lose, or to create a website, which could give more job opportunities. And, so that students wouldn't have to be on the computer all the time, teachers could simply print off the sheet, or write the questions they want the students to complete on the board for them to write down on a separate piece of paper. Does this make sense to you? It does to me.

Now, so that the government can see the progress of the students, they ask the kids to take a test. The most hated one is FSA. This is one of the only test the government will look at. The test consists of questions regarding basic fundamental skills. This test takes our fundamental skills and turns them into an asset for competition. FSA really is a competition! They mark you on the stuff you've known since you we're little, and make you feel awful about your grade. You're not allowed to study and chances, are, because the government doesn't know how the students were being taught, the test is written in a way you don't understand. The FSA's are written in a way that only people who think with the left part of their brain. People who think with the left part of their brain think very logically and methodically. Most people don't do well on FSA's because it's so stressful and long, they can't ask teachers for help because the teachers don't know the test, and the most frustrating reason is, that it's the same test for everyone no matter what culture.

Imagine, living in Nunavut, walking to school in the snow, having no malls or big chain restaurants anywhere near you. At school, you're asked to take a test so the government can rank which schools are the best. Your teacher says the test is only the basic subjects. You start the tests, on the computer. You struggle to figure how to use the computer, because you've never really used one for a long period of time. You accidently click the wrong answer and you don't know how to go back and correct it! Then, a question about an escalator comes up. What's an escalator??? You don't understand any of these questions! The methods they ask you to demonstrate are more complicated then the question itself! You try your best to answer the questions, feeling absolutely stressed out and awful, only to receive your mark on the test, which makes you feel so much worse!

That's yet another reason why FSA's are not a good idea.

In my opinions, we should be able to work at our own pace. To a certain extent. For example, maybe a certain amount of work is due in 2 weeks. Students can decide what order they want to work in, how they want to space it out (whether they work really really really hard for 4 days and finish it all, or space it out and work consistently and have it finished in 2 weeks) that way, students don't feel the competition of who understands what, because they have the time to ask questions and read about it.

I know that not all of you agree with this blog, but anyway, I want every single person who read this to share you opinion. This is a very general post, more of a conversation started then anything else. SO, do you agree? If so, any other thought? Do you disagree, tell me why. Just share your opinion. Don't hate on people and don't get into a comment war. If any comments are posted that I think are the equivalent of hating on people, I'll delete them :):):):)

So, well, I don't really have anything in my hand right now, so empty-handed, I leave, yearning for the next post. If there is one, lol.

The Trouble With Projects

Projects. The procrastinators nightmare. Teachers assign projects in hope that students will apply their knowledge, and turn it into a creative, expressive project or essay. The problem with projects IS, that as soon as the bell rings 3 o'clock, we all stop thinking. How do teachers expect us to focus at home, let alone make a big project worth 30% of our grade!? And if you're at all like me, not only can you not focus, but you choose not to even try to focus, waiting until the last minute to complete a big project more or less start to finish.

Of course, there are SOME people (I won't point fingers) who get home and start their project right away, which results in a fantastic A+ project that makes us procrastinators look like noobs. It's not that I don't care about school, it's just that I can't focus and I don't want to sit there for 2 hours working after a long day of school. I need some free time. I assume most of you feel the same way.

Even though I know the effects that procrastination leads to, for some unknown reason, I continue to procrastinate. My mom always tells me the following, "Don't do tomorrow what could be done today". I know that's what everyone wants to live by, but who really has the focus, determination and drive to live by those words religiously? No one that I know, myself included. I know some people who go through "procrastination binges", meaning simply, they procrastinate sometimes and work diligently other times. I am a full blown procrastinator, yet somehow, I manage to pull off straight A's. The reason for this, is because teachers think what and how they teach is effective, but really, it's a waste of precious time that we could be using for projects.

Projects can be fun, if they're supposed to be about something that you actually enjoy. When they're about something you struggle to understand or honestly don't give a damn about, they are the most boring thing in the world. Anything that combines research, organization, knowledge, the ability to retain stuff, writing, drawing AND having to put all that stuff together onto a neat, creative and colourful poster board that your mom always forgot to buy you, so you ended up having to rip the stuff on the last poster board you used and strategically place all the pieces of paper you had so that it covers up the pieces of glue that didn't rip off, SHOULD BE ILLEGAL!!! Ever wonder why teachers look happy when they assign a project? I bet it's because they're playing that thorough in their heads.

The even dumber thing is, that if my teacher assigns homework or knows that our secondary teacher assigned homework, he refuses, I mean flat-out REFUSES to give us class time to work on our stuff. He'll take extra time to talk to us about something we already know or add on to the pile of stuff we have to finish in class. He wants to make it so that we have to sit there and focus outside of school. It makes me shutter just thinking about focusing outside of class.

I also hate, how whenever you complain about focusing outside of class time, our teachers always pull out the same answer "Have you ever thought about how successful people like doctors and lawyers and athletes have to focus outside of working hours? All i'm doing is preparing you for the real world, where there's not going to be anyone hounding you to finish the assignment. In 8 years time, you will be thanking me"

There are a couple things I would like to say to teachers about this statement.

1) Yes, I have thought about the effort that has to be put into a successful job, but right now, while I'm still in grade school, I HONESTLY DON'T CARE!!!

2) I will not thank you in 8 years time. I will be thanking my college professors, my therapist for listening to me when I went crazy for a few months, and I will thank my mom for always lying to me about how proud she was.

And that concludes my rant on projects.

Chamomile tea in hand, I leave you, yearning for my next post. If there is one, lol.

Mondays

I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!!!!! I HAVEN'T UPDATED MY BLOG IN MONTHS!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE (times infinity) THAT I WILL UPDATE MY BLOG EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY AND THE OCCASIONAL FRIDAY AND MAYBE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!! IF I DON'T, I WILL PERSONALLY WRITE YOU AN APOLOGY LETTER AND GIVE YOU 5 DOLLARS WORTH OF CANDY FROM 7/11. NO JOKE!!!!! I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE!!!! HOWEVER, IT MIGHT NOT BE UNTIL A BIT LATER ON, SO DON'T HAVE A SPAZ IF THE TIME THAT YOU CHECKED I HADN'T UPDATED IT YET. Now, on to the post.

Mondays. A weekly taste of Hell. After a fantastic weekend, you have to return to school and go through 5 days of time wasting school. Monday, to some, goes by like a blur. They don't retain anything said that day and the whole time their eyes are out of focus and they are tired. SOME people actually ENJOY mondays. Don't ask me how and don't ask me why, but these people DO exist. They find joy in starting the week productively and look forward to a week of torture, I MEAN, school. Others, although they function alright, dread every second of the day. Refusing to cooperate, working poorly and accepting mediocrity are common symptoms. The case that I suffer, is feeling like the day lasts 30 hours and that each class is a little harder, each block is a little longer, and each recess is a little shorter. I believe that the most common is the first case that I described. The first step to fighting mondays is to recognize which case you suffer from. We'll talk about fighting the Monday Curse more in-depth later on in the post.

Does your monday morning go a little something like this????

BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP!!!! Crap. It's 7:30 already??? Oh, I'll just press snooze 1 more time. BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP!!!! Crap, It's already 7:35??? Oh, mom will just wake me up when I have to get up. "HONEY!!!! WHY AREN'Y YOU UP!!! YOU'LL BE LATE!!!!!" Crap. It's 8 already. I guess I have to get up.

Then, you'll get up, decide what to wear, go to the kitchen, help yourself to whatever is easily accessible for breakfast, do the homework that you were supposed to do last night and then head out the door. You get to school, and while still 80% asleep, you survive (somehow) and then finally get back home and plop down on your bed until you have to do something else.

IF your monday morning does go like that (which I am assuming it does) then you suffer the Monday Curse. Don't worry, almost everyone suffers the Monday Curse. SOME people found a way to break the curse, and I am VERY jealous of those people.

Everyone has a different opinion on mondays, and here is mine

1) TORTURE!!! After 2 days of hibernation, the first day back to a regular week is always the hardest. Sometimes if I have a really busy weekend, like if I was filming, doing extra karate classes or babysitting, I'm absolutely EXHAUSTED on mondays

2) LONG!!!!!!!! Don't you think that on mondays, even though school lasts only 6 hours, it feel like it lasts 30 hours? And at short recess it always feels like it should be lunchtime. Even though math ALWAYS (and I mean ALWAYS!!!) seems long, somehow, on mondays, math seems even LONGER. Unfortunately, though mondays make the boring "educational" stuff longer, they manage to shorten the precious time of our already painfully brief recesses :(

3) Boring. Everything is a blur. Because it takes too much effort to concentrate or pay attention in class, 9 out of 10 people choose to zone out. When zoning out, you don't really do anything productive or fun, so it gets boring. It's still a better option then applying yourself

I have many more things to say about mondays, but if I wrote them all, you'd still be reading even after you graduate. I honestly could go on, and on, and on, and on...

HOW TO FIGHT THE MONDAY CURSE

What I do, is on saturday, instead of staying up super late and waking up super late, I go to bed at around 10 or so, and then wake up at 9 or before. It reduces most of the shock of waking up early on monday and waking up early usually leads to going to bed a little earlier, making it easier to drag yourself out of bed the following morning. Once you wake up and go to school, there's still 6 hours to survive. It helps when you have something to look forward to on mondays. Packing a really awesome lunch is a super easy way to make mondays a bit more bearable. You can do so by packing lots and lots of chocolate, or using WHITE BREAD instead of that gross, seedy "bread" most of us have. You could also bring a thermos full of your fave hot drink, like hot chocolate:) The upside to using a thermos is, that if anyone asks what you have, you can just say water so people won't bother you for some of your drink.

You can also have something to look forward to, by making monday the day you don't plan anything so you can go home and lie in bed (you can do homework in the morning...)

Another way to make mondays a bit more bearable is to feel fantastic. If you're like me and can't function in the morning, organize your stuff and pick out your outfit the night before. When you wake up in the morning after your get dressed, take some extra time and effort into your breakfast. When you eat well in the morning, usually you feel better throughout the rest of the day. I know it's ironic that I would talk about eating breakfast, because if you know me at all you would know that I almost ALWAYS skip breakfast. Don't tell my doctor, he's lectured me before on eating breakfast regularly...

I know that the majority of people reading are thinking, "What the hell? I don't have to organization of attention span to follow through on this stuff!! I'm way to groggy in the mornings, especially monday mornings!!!". Am I right?? Probably. Guess what? I THINK LIKE THAT TOO! These tips are something that almost no one has the time, patience or focus to follow through on. My REAL advice is the following.

Don't make a big deal out of monday. DON"T GIVE IN!!!! Monday is conspiring against you. IT WANTS TO MAKE YOU MISERABLE! Just follow these instructions: Wake up. Bring chocolate to school. Eat a bit of it at recess and a bit at lunch. Go home and do nothing. That's what I do and so far, I haven't been maimed and I'm still alive:) Even though it seems too simple to make a difference, it does. It truly does.

This time, I don't have green tea, I have a cookie. SOOOOOO cookie in hand, I leave you, yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol

Procrastination

Sorry that my post is so late today.

I guess the reason I waited to write in my blog is a little thing I call
P-R-O-C-R-A-S-T-I-N-A-T-I-O-N. Procrastination is when someone will do everything possible to get out of doing the thing they were supposed to do. Like a couple Friday's ago; I was going to do my homework, but because I suffer from a very severe case of procrastination, instead of doing my homework, I cleaned my room, had a shower, cleaned the family room, make breakfast/lunch for everyone in my family and organized all of my music stuff. Normally, I would never do those things without being asked. In fact, I probably wouldn't even do those things even if I was asked. But that's not the point. The point is, is that, um, well, hmm. I guess by procrastinating and not getting to the point quickly is the reason that I forgot what the point I was trying to make actually was.

Why do we procrastinate? That's like asking people why they eat chocolate. We know it's bad for us. We know it's expensive. We know that you're not supposed to eat excessive amounts of chocolate, but we do anyway. Why??? Because it feels so good, and so right. You could easily forgo the chocolate and go running or eat broccoli instead. That would be the right thing to do, but, we're all human. Being human, we naturally go for the option that makes us feel good. Yep, you guessed it. Option 1, CHOCOLATE!!! Procrastination is like chocolate.

When you procrastinate, you feel so good. So productive, because we're doing the stuff we'd rather do instead of what we're supposed to do, therefore getting more things done. Another clever simile that I can use is procrastination and CREDIT CARDS. Procrastination and credit cards fall under the same principle. Credit Cards are great at the time, but then you realize that you've messed up. Badly. You have this cool-looking, shiny, sleek card, that with a simple swipe on this awesome machine that makes funky sounds, you can have what ever your heart desires. All is well, until a few months later, you get a bill. Uh-oh. You can't afford to pay the bill! Now, you have to work super hard for a couple days so you can get the money. Now, when you procrastinate, it feels so great, so right, at the time. You can do whatever you want! You can have so much fun, with the simple thought of "I'll do that later". Uh-oh. A couple of hours later, you realize that all that time you wasted, was time you couldn't afford to waste! Now you have to work super hard to do the stuff you should have done earlier.

See the similarity?

Why does procrastination feel so good? I don't think anyone knows for sure. I don't, but I have a guess. Procrastination feels so good because you do so many things! You feel proud of yourself for accomplishing so much, everyone else rewards you for doing things around the house. It's satisfying. SO SATISFYING! Then, you sit down to admire your work and the "procrastination-adrenaline" wears off. Then, the feeling of "oh crap oh crap oh crap WHAT HAVE I DONE??!!??!!??" kicks in. We all procrastinate because living in the capitalist world we live in, with material objects labeled as a necessity for happiness, and a "play now, pay later" style of living, procrastination is almost expected! Frowned upon, yes, but unacceptable, no.

So, don't hide the fact you are a procrastinator. Be proud!

PROCRASTINATORS, UNITE!!!...tomorrow

Valentine's Day

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated my blog in over a week!!! I've been so busy!!! Hopefully you all haven't stopped reading my blog, those of you who are reading it right now, tell everyone else that I updated it and I promise that I will update it every other day. I PROMISE!!!

Valentine's Day. The most socially awkward day of the year. Such an unfair day. All those people who have Valentine's are the lucky ones. Everyone else is unlucky. VERY unlucky. We have to watch roses and candy and chocolate and icky love notes being passed around. Hugs and kisses galore. While we eat the cheap chocolate that the people in our classes pass around.

Even if you have a Valentine, it's still pretty awkward. I mean, you have to decide what to give, or give anything at all. Do you go for the flowers or the chocolate? What if he/she/it is allergic to flowers? Or even worse, what if you buy the chocolate he/she/it doesn't like!!! What if you go full out and buy both, then your valentine looks at you, laughs, grabs the chocolate, walks away and thinks you're some obsessed loser? Or if you don't buy anything and your valentine does and then you feel guilty and he/she/it has a spaz and then the whole "relationship" is over. WHAT SANE PERSON IS GOING TO PUT THEMSELVES THROUGH SUCH A TOUCHY SITUATION!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! Not to say that I would object if someone gave me flowers (just so you know, I love tulips...) and chocolate (dark chocolate, because I'm vegan...).

Sometimes, I do think to myself, "I wish someone was spending time and effort, and most of all, money on me", but let's get real. Everything that people say about "relationships" isn't real!!! I mean, asking someone out over msn. MSN!!! Or even worse, facebook. Really? That's how inconsiderate people are? Not ever going out on a date with that person then dumping them over text message 2 days later is NOT A RELATIONSHIP!!! A relationship is when two people like each other and they hang out together, during AND outside of school. They get along and they actually care for each other. They would miss the person when they're not around. They think this person is the most amazing person in the world (well, at least second most amazing, because it's kinda hard to be more amazing then your celebrity crush)

Whoever thought up of Valentine's Day is a real jerk. He/she/it knows that not everyone would be treated special, and I bet that he/she/it wanted to see the single loners in the world squirm and suffer on the dreaded February 14th. I bet the guy/girl/thing that invented Valentine's day was a single loner and pulled the whole "Let's make a national day devoted to making single loners suffer" act to hide the fact that he/she/it was a single loner. What a tool. He/she/it obviously needs a life.

So, to all the single loners out there, lets rise above the crappy February 14th and show that guy/girl/thing that we don't need a valentine to shove our faces with chocolate and those cheap, corny yet cute candy hearts with messages on it!!! I say that February 14th should be called "eat chocolate and candy" day, cuz that's pretty much what it is.

Green tea (well, I finished my green tea, so i guess it's more mug that used to contain green tea) in hand, I leave you, yearning for my next post. if there is one. LOL

P.E. and The Run

Sorry I haven't updated my blog!! My internet decides not to work and i've been really busy but here is my next post: P.E. and The Run.

For those of you who like p.e., no offense but here is my homage to those who hate it (like me)

If you think about it, P.E. is blackmail. The message the teachers are sending us is this: You better like p.e. or you fail. Is that really the kind of world we want to live in? Where we have to be blackmailed to get a good mark?? And the people who do get a's in p.e. are suck ups. Sorry, but it's true. I mean, "trying your hardest"? "treating teammates with respect"? "not yelling at the people who suck on your team"? Who would actually do that in any other situation??? It's all fake. I got a b in participation and co-operation and that was me using all of my will power not to yell and scream when SOME people would totally mess up. Even though I suck in p.e., it's still just ticks me off when people lose really easy points or whatever.

And also, you know our class. We kinda fail at stuff. Remember last year floor hockey? Chaim ended up at the hospital. In drama stuff like that happens. DRAMA CLASS!!! And jacob hurting his arm in mat ball. Me and ben with out bloody knees. Division 8 is a disaster waiting to happen. I still can't believe our teacher let us play mat ball considering the kind of people in our class. Even though we are on our knees on a squishy mat being supervised, I'm surprised no one ended up with stitches or a black eye or bruised shins. I say it's a miracle only one of us got hurt in gym this year.

All in all, gym is a blackmailing scheme to get us to "try harder" and not to mention a safety hazard. And then there's the run...

I. Hate. Running. If i don't want to try then i won't!!! I refuse to persevere!!! If i want to walk, damn it, I'll walk. And so what, if you're in the top ten. All that happens is that you're name is put on a piece of paper that gets recycled 2 seconds after the names are read out. And i really don't think running for 10 minutes once a week is gonna get us in shape. No one likes the run. It's pointless. I mean, if you got chocolate or candy for being in the top ten (or top 9 in our class because are class is freakishly small) then maybe people will start trying...

And it's totally unfair at the beginning because some people start at the back of the crowd and have to spend a good 1 or 2 minutes just pushing and shoving people out of the way. And you know what else is stupid? We have to have our times written in our agendas to haunt us all week. I don't want to be constantly reminded about how much of a failure i am at running! On the bright side, at least we're not always being hounded to speak french. It's pretty much 10-12 minutes of free time. Well, in a messed up, weird, div 8 kinda way.

And the way we're pressured to do better, yeah right. They tell us it's about personal improvement, but really it's about bragging rights. ANd they make us feel bad about ourselves when the say our time out loud and when there's people who finished before you, quietly judging you. NOT the way i want to start my day. I don't wanna start the day failing. I don't wanna start the day with people looking at my disapprovingly!!! I say, we should all refuse to do The Run one day and see what would happen. Oh yeah, I'm jealous of Mrs. Walkers class. Their d.p.a. is dodgeball. Lucky.

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Green tea in hand, I leave you, yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

How to Cope With the Insane People in Your Life

HI EVERYONE!!! So my first blog seemed to be more or less a success so here comes round two. By request, my topic this time is (drum roll please) How to Cope With the Insane People in Your Life!!! I won't name any names but we have some very, umm, how do I put it, umm, INSANE people in our school.

So, the antics of an insane person are:

1) To Epicly Fail all the time (some examples are the whole capture the flag incident, "of course I heard you, I'm not blind" or falling when just standing and knocking everything over AND almost crushing your violin)

2) Think weird thoughts.

3) Have a nickname that somehow the whole school finds out, and they don't know the nickname cuz you're cool, more like the know the nickname because it's good material for jokes

4) Being pretty bad at sports, but bad in a way that make you totally lol

5) Being pretty bad at other stuff too

So now you know how to recognize an insane person. The real question is "how the hell am I supposed to handle this" There are 4 options.

Option 1: Laugh at the person. Insult the person. Encourage that person to fail so that you get a laugh. So pretty much what the average shallow middle school student would do. I know we're always told to "be supportive" or "be the better person" Screw that. This way is more entertaining and I'm sure they don't mind...that much... Any way. The key to using this method is to think of good insults and comebacks for when insane person makes a comeback, or, a comeback for when the insane person tries to insult you. Don't be discouraged if you can't think of comebacks. Being able to come up with comebacks is a gift, it can't be learned.

To think of good comebacks, do the following:

a) Find loopholes in what the person said

b) Think about how false the statement was (ex. they say they have lots of friends, you laugh and say "in what world do you live in?")

c) Usually, if you have thought of a good comeback, you can use variations of it in pretty much everything

d) Let it come to you

e) never, repeat NEVER EVER EVER use a comeback you heard somewhere else. It's a very risky move, because if insane person has heard the comeback, he/she will hold it against you. And also you don't wanna get sued later on in life for copyright issues.

Option 2: Act stuck up and ignore them. If they persist on asking the same question over and over and over and over and over and over again, ask them why you should answer and walk away. Usually, the insane person will leave you alone in approximately 2-4 days. This is the boring, yet effective way of getting them to stay the hell away from you.

Option 3: Be the kind and supportive person who accepts them for who they are- YEAH RIGHT. If everyone did this, then what kind of world would we live in!!! Everyone would get along, there would be no entertaining grade 6 fights, walls would serve no purpose because we wouldn't have to push people up against them. It would be torture. Yeah, this option was a joke, the real option is to turn into a penguin, hitch a ride on an ostrich's back and fly to Antarctica where you and the ostrich would start a very successful sushi restaurant. Then the money would run out and you'd sing in the subway stations, where you'll meet the insane person and they'll start bothering you all over again. So, this isn't a good option either, but it's definitely better than the joke. After all, who wants to live in a perfect world?

Now, with so many options, which one do you choose? ***hi meg Yulia was here :P(this keyboard amuses me)*** See what I mean by insane people? Which option do you think I should choose? You know, to stop Yulia bothering me? Did you guys know she stalked me all the way to my house today? OK, fine, she didn't, I brought her here on my own. ANYWAY let's get back on topic. So, which option DO you choose? Any one you want, of course! Even though I'd go with the turning into a penguin story, but that doesn't matter...

Green tea in hand I leave you, yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol

Teachers.

It's official. I'm a blogger. I never understood what the point of a blog was, but I recently read some good ones and they got me inspired. Blogger. bLoGgEr. Blog is a really cool word. ANYWAY, my blog is basically about school. Not the educational part, but the real part. The social stuff. My first topic: Teachers.

Teachers try to trick us. They make us believe that "they like all of their students" or "if I could spend all day with you guys I would" or my personal favorite "there will be consequences". These statements are lies. LIES I TELL YOU! I haven't once come across a teacher who likes all of their students. I mean come on!!! It's completely obvious!!! If a teacher has a spaz about one person not doing their homework, but two seconds later finds out that their favorite student didn't do their homework, they don't have a even bigger spaz, then that's clearly a case of favoritism. Favoritism is a common disease that causes teachers to hold a special place in their heart for one person in particular. They will be especially kind to that person, be easier on that person or, instead of pointing out flaws, they will accentuate the best qualities in that person. They will also make a big deal when that person does something good, and disregard when that person screws up. Not only does favoritism make the victim feel awkward, it drives everyone else crazy.

Favoritism is bad enough, but what about the opposite of favoritism? Thats called

I-Hate-That-Kid. It's pretty much the exact opposite of favoritism. The teacher will be unfair to that person, be tough on that person and point out flaws instead of highlighting good qualities. They will also make a big deal when that person screws up and disregard when that person does something good. I-Hate-That-Kid makes the victim feel miserable, but on the bright side, it gives everyone else something to tease the person about (not that anyone I know would do that...) The sad thing is, that I-Hate-That-Kid is 1 000 000 000 000 000 000 more common then Favoritism.

What about "if I could spend all day with you guys I would"? this is LAUGHABLE!!! I mean, you know how much time our teacher spends in the staff room. And he doesn't hesitate to send us to exploratory or Mlle. Lebel's class early. He is obviously trying to get rid of us!!! And teachers are always too happy on fridays. What are they thinking on fridays? They're thinking "yes!!!!! only a little while until i can go home for a few days!!!!" And then they deny it when you ask them. Will they ever learn how to make it at least a little bit less prominent???

Or "there will be consequences" yeah right!!! In the beginning of the year they said that ipods and cell phones are supposed to stay in our lockers, but at lunch they always see us listening to music or texting and they don't care!!! Except for the time that our supervisor walked into the class and Catherine was lying on the floor pawing at the bag of popcorn that Jonas was holding as Jacob was jumping off of the tables and they had to be sent to the office and we were lectured about "proper classroom behavior", we've never had to undergo "consequences".

Anyway, green tea in hand, I leave you, yearning for the next post. lol.