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Day 1 (At camp)
September 18, 2009.
4:29 pm

I've been in the cabin for all of 10 minutes, and my clothes are already spew all over the floor.

Acutally, I was looking for my hairbrush, and I couldn't find it; so I decided it would be a good idea to throw everything out of my suitcase in order to be able to obtain nice, detangled hair. Why I didn't think of asking someone else for a hairbrush, I'll never know. I did find it though. It was hidden inside a shirt I threw out of my suitcase, that just so happened to smack my bunk mate (I got top bunk) in the face. So now I have semi detangled hair (I gave up half way), and one slightly pissed off bunk mate.
funnnn.

5:15 pm

I've never had diner this early before. Pass the salt, please.

7:06 pm

Remember those trust exercises you always see on TV where the person falls back, and you have to catch them? Yeah, we had to do those. And guess what? I dropped my partner (by accident of course.) Whoops. Trust lost. He trusted me to take a step back, so he would fall farther down; too bad my short, stubby arms and legs couldn't catch him fast enough. He did get a soft pillow to land on though. Me.

I'll never understand why he agreed to be friends with me though after that.

10:23 pm

We had a night hike! That's right. We wandered about 200 meters into the forest in the middle of the night in 'can't even see the hand in your face' darkness, sat down in the mud as it seeped through 3 layers of pants, and listened quietly trying to identify the hoot of some sort of owl. After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable wetness, I heard one miserable hoot before someone screamed something intelligible into the walky talky and the hoot was silenced. We then walked out of the forest, my good mood destroyed because of one disoriented person using a walky talky.

That was before I looked up and saw a map of billions of stars looking down upon me; which instantly lifted my spirits, despite the damp feeling of my pants rubbing against me, the freezing cold wind, and annoyingly loud people with no previous knowledge on how to use a walky talky.

One good thing about being in the country side, is that you get to see all the stars, unlike Toronto where every single star is hidden behind a blanket of light pollution grossness. But seriously, you would not believe how beautiful the skies were. If I were a really good writer, I'd think I'd be able to tell you, but I'm not. So you're just going to have to trust me on this.

My highlight of this day? The night sky was so unpolluted I got to see Jupiter. That's right. I got to see a planet. And although I didn't get to see the rings around it, it was still pretty damn cool anyway.

11:02 pm

Midnight snacks? I'm not sure what it was, but we got to eat chocolate chip cookies. And not the kind that you buy in stores. It was home made and made with pastry flour, instead of all purpose or cake flour (you can tell because it's finer).

Is it sad that I know this or what?

Anyway, I think I'll go to sleep now before I wake up at 6:30 because of an annoying alarm that I cannot turn off. I'd rather get as much sleep as possible, but knowing whose sleeping in this cabin with me, I think I'll be doing a lot more talking than sleeping tonight.

While I'm Gone...

Okay, so I'm leaving tomorrow for my Outdoor Ed. trip so I won't be able to post for an entire week! D: but don't worry I'll bring my Book of Thought, where I write every tiny thought, story, fantasy, and poem in so you'll be totally informed about my misadventures in the outdoors for 7 days. :]

I decided that I'm going to let Mr. Writer's Block to stay in my apartment while I'm gone. Partly because in order to kick him out I have to find the jerk, and he's hiding somewhere; I can hear his mocking laughter everywhere I go. But also because if he stays at my house, he won't be able to follow me on my trip. Apearantly he got into a fight with his girlfriend, Inkling, and needs a place to crash until they make up, and she drags his ass as far away from me as physically possible. I just hope they either make up soon, or he hates the outdoors.

To make it up to you guys, here's a half hearted, unfinished poem that I wrote in photography class (because I was bored and not interested in listening to my teacher ramble about how she decided to shave off all her hair once when she was in her twenties, and realized afterward that it wasn't a very good idea):

I tried to make you laugh,
but you left me in the rain.
I tried to make you happy,
but that just caused me more pain.
I tried to make you smile,
but that left my heart in pieces.
I tried to make you see,
but now I realized that you're never going to see "me".

He's Here. Again.

Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen! Today I am going to give you a tour of my mind:












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That's right. It's blank. Again. My dear friend, Writer's Block, has decided to pay me another visit. I know because I can hear his car pulling up in the drive way. I locked all my doors, but I must have left a window open because I can hear his menacing laugh coming from the kitchen.

Damn. I forgot about those.

Flying Free~

You were always the controlling one; she was the proof.
Her body was a portrait of blacks and blues.
She was too scared to run, too scared to hide.
She'd curl into a ball, silencing her screams, too scared for more.
But tonight, you went too far. With the final blow to her heart, her silent screams were no more.
Her body drowned in her lake of blood, as you called her name in your death grip hug.
You apologized for being the man she couldn't bare, but from the small smile on her face, it seems she doesn't care.
From now on, she can just be; because tonight, you set her

free.

7 Things~

7 Things I Love About You:

1. I love your smile.
2. I love your laugh.
3. I love your sense of humor.
4. I love how you actually listen to my rants.
5. I love how your eyes light up whenever you see me.
6. I love how you still wear the cologne I bought for you last Christmas.
7. I love how you pinned the poem I wrote to you onto your bedroom wall.

Things You Love About Me:

1. I'm always there for you no matter what.
2. I don't complain about her. (out loud).

Disclaimer: This is not a true depiction of my love life. :]

It's That Time Again

Welcome to my blog. :]

For those who have been patient enough to put up with my constant blabbing, welcome. For those who stumbled upon this in a moment of boredom and desperation, hello.

I realized today that I haven't posted since school started, and that is so not right. So in a sad attempt to gain your forgiveness, I have written you guys a little story(?), I suppose. It's unbelievably short, but hey, so is my attention span.

You took my hand in yours, with trembling fingers, and a shaky heart. Your mouth told me you loved me, but your eyes said nothing, but trouble. You were long past listening to reason, or your fears; too lost to notice your taking a one way street to a meltdown, and it wasn't pretty. But I've broken so many hearts before, so don't worry babe; this won't hurt a bit.

Okay. I lied.
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You're weekly 5:
1. I got forced to take female fitness by my guidance counselor saying it was an easy university credit. I had my first class today. I had to do a 4 km run. Easy my ass.
2. I made it into my school's play. (it's nerdish, I know, but I love acting) It's a Shakespare play, The Tempest. And I my friend, am a spirit. That's right. I play a dead spirit, but hey, it's still pretty damn cool.
3. I decided to take Outdoor Education this year for a 9th credit. We leave this Friday on a 7 day 6 night trip. Wish me luck! (and of course I apologize for not being able to post, but I'll make it up to you as soon as I get back to civilization and my computer).
4. It's Picture Day tomorrow at school, and I hate Picture Day. Mainly because I look bad in pictures, but no one knows that cause I photoshop all my pics before uploading them. (It's vain. I know. That doesn't stop me from doing it though).
5. I like big words. They make me feel smart.

Guys Should Have Periods Too~

I'm in a really bad mood right now.

Maybe it's because I had a really bad day, but to tell you the truth I think it's because I'm internally bleeding rivers of blood. I don't understand the whole females need to go through the pain of spewing out blood down there every month, while guys just pretend they're not totally disgusted by the whole thing.

Maybe it's the punishment all females are sentenced to since Eve ate that apple off that tree in the Garden of Eden. But seriously, Adam ate one of the friggin apples too, so I think guys should bleed internally every month too.

But that's just my opinion.

There's A Whole New Meaning To OHMIGAWD~

Alright so I'm going to skip the intro and just start ranting. I have do not have words enough words to describe what I have discovered today on the Internet. Whoever decided to create this product could be sued for corrupting minors (and I'm serious. People can get sued for corrupting minors. That's pretty messed up).

You're probably wondering what could possibly freak me out. Well, lemme be the one to corrupt your innocent minds, and introduce you to the 'OHMIBOD'. That's right. The 'OHMIBOD'. What does this contraption do? Well, it's an Ipod, but at the same time it's a vibrator. It plays music like any other Ipod while you, um...use the vibrator part of it.

There are two holes in the Ipod. One is for the headphones, while the other one is for the vibrator. Apparently it vibrates differently to each song.

Now you're probably thinking, "Why would anyone invent such a thing", and "Why on Earth were you looking up things like that?"

I can't answer the first question for you, but as for the second one, it was totally involuntary. I was randomly googling things in hopes of finding inspiration for my next blog post. As much as that was awkward, it did give me something to write about...

So in case you don't believe such a thing as the 'OHMIBOD' exists. Well wake up and smell the really bad coffee my dad makes, cause it does. To prove my point, I'm gonna show you the picture I found on google; but I'm gonna warn you now, I'm taking no responsibility for how you react for when you click on this link.

http://www.musicbath.com/photos/misc/ohmibod2.jpg

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OMG. So today's the first day of school, and it already sucks; although my schedule doesn't seem that bad, but of course we wouldn't know that for sure until I know whose in my classes. I do believe I made a really bad impression on my home room teacher though, because I showed up 20 minutes late (it wasn't my fault. I swear. I just missed the bus). To make it worse, it was the only class I had that day, and it started at 1pm.

So here's my schedule:

Day 1:
Period 1: Peer Tutoring (it's like co-op, but mushed together to fit into one period).
Period 2: English. (I love English. Enough said).
Lunch
Period 3: Photography? (I don't really know how to decipher the complicated course codes. Sorry).
Period 4: Math (I hate math, but I love the teacher, so it evens out).

Day 2:
Period 1: I.A.P.S. (which is basically physiology in it's most basic form).
Period 2: Applied Biology (that's right I took applied biology. Not very Asian of me eh? I just needed a group 3 credit and my mom didn't think it was very feminine of me to take auto).
Lunch
Period 3: Female Fitness (Don't ask. I was forced into taking this. Yoga isn't exactly my ideal form of exercise, but I was running out of courses to take).
Period 4: Drama (Drama makes the world go round. If you don't agree, than you can just suck it).

I just thought I'd share that with you today. :]

Your weekly 5:
1. I love being the reason for a smile on some one's face.
2. I'm deathly afraid of the dark.
3. I'm dirt poor at the moment. I'd get a job, but no one seems to be hiring now. So for the time being, I'm just gonna go wait for money to rain from the sky. It can happen, I saw it on Big Brother.
4. I hate it when people write about my opinion. Honestly, get your own things to right about. I don't care if I said whatever to you. You don't fucking ever write about the stuff I say while we're "talking". If you don't agree, fine; but you don't ever put it somewhere where everyone can read it. When people do that, I lose all respect for them because that just means that they don't respect me enough to ask if I were okay with what they were writing about.
5. I also hate people who take the stuff I write and claim it as their own. It pisses me off like you wouldn't believe. So just trust me, and don't do it. Because if you value your life, you wouldn't be putting yourself through that. Ever.

The Sad Truth~

My foot hurts.

Why? Because I stepped on a swiss knife. That's right. You read right. A friggin swiss knife. What it was doing on the ground, I'll never know.

That Box Thing Over There...What's It Called Again? Oh Right...Writer's Block.

I'm back! I was thinking about giving up again on this whole blog thing, but some things never change. Besides, I just couldn't stay away.

So during my absence, I realized something: Writer's Block shall forever suck.


Your weekly 5:
1. I am obsessed with Gaspard Ulliel, a french actor. Truthfully, I think it's more of a hormonal thing because I'll admit that I would jump him the first chance I got; in front of his girlfriend, fans, and all. Which would be really bad because I'll probably be killed by screaming fan girls, along with his not so pretty girlfriend, and although my parents aren't Christian, they'd still discourage premarital sex.
2. I'm craving M&Ms. They are the gods of chocolate. Along with all white chocolates and Dove's dark chocolate.
3. I hate those who wear jeans too short for them. Those with jeans too long, I can relate to. It's not their fault they're short.
4. I find hair teased up to Jesus revolting. They need to be introduced to my wonderful friend: straightening serum.
5. I don't like chocolate chip cookies, unless they're made out of real dark chocolate chip chunks, but honestly, I'd still prefer white chunk or peanut butter ones instead.