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March 26 ProcrastinationShould be doing homework right now. Meh.
I stole some trip pictures from Laura, so there's a couple there now. I'll get mine developed (yes, I know, a FILM camera) and scan them on here eventually. Heavy on the eventually.
How come it's kinda hard to find basic information about William Shatner. Anyway, it's kind of weird looking up Shatner for school. He so does count for Can Lit!
Which reminds me, the Coolest Song in the World for this Week (I should make it this Month, considering how often I remember to do it), is Common People by Shatner. Even though this week I think I've listened to Floods by Pantera more than anything else. It's just so damn good! I have another goal in life: to learn to play that song. That brings my life goals to like... 3. Well.. lets see.
1. Own a hearse.
2. See Our Lady Peace in concert (Will be done on May 12th!)
3. Learn to play Floods.
Yep. Three. There's probably more if I think about it. And then some obscure random ones. Oh well. That's enough procrastination for now. March 21 Sleepless StuporArgh, so much. I'm hooking off school today. Considering from (our time) 1am on Sunday until about 10pm Monday (lets see, that's...about 45 hours) I got 3 hours of sleep which were on the floor of an airport, I'm exhausted and sore. I'm only awake right now 'cause this is when I'm used to getting up. I dislike wake up calls. The phones in hotels have the most awful rings, and when you picked up the phone you'd either hear a person saying something in Italian or French (depending on the country of course) which meant I had no clue what they were saying (you just say thanks and hang up), OR, the voice would be a recording, OR (the worst), it would just beep at you. And then there was the wake up call at the last hotel which you programmed from your room either on the TV ("It says to put it on standby now... there's no goddamn standby button!") or by pushing a few buttons on the phone ("It's all in French.. I don't know if that worked..."). We ended up with two alarms right after each other. Wasn't cool. Hmm... I just ranted a lot about wake up calls. Sorry. I'm in a sleepless stupor. Anyway. It's nice to be home. Italy and France were wonderful, but I hate planes. Considering on the way there all the of the flights made me so sick I wanted to die, and then we missed our flight from London to Toronto on the way home and ended up getting to Halifax 10 hours later than we were supposed to. Argh. I'm never taking Dartmouth for granted ever again. Here's why.
1. When you cross the street, cars actually STOP for you. You're not running a constant risk just by a being a pedestrian.
2. When you're on the sidewalk, you're in no danger of being run over by a Vespa.
3. There aren't 57 million people in a space no bigger than the Maratimes. (Too many friggin people)
4. There are no street vendors. (Some of those were cool. But not the ones who were pushy or harrassed you.)
5. LAKES. I've discovered I get twitchy when I don't see water for a while.
6. I missed my people.
... A little note on that one. I wasn't aware of the PA girl's passing until I was able to check my e-mail in the Heathrow airport on the 19th, and found the e-mail from my dad. One of the last things he said in the e-mail was something about not knowing if I knew her. I don't (... didn't.). But what if I did? I always thought it was strange and kind of fake when someone in a school passed away, people who didn't even know them would go to the special ceremonies. I think I kind of understand it now. It's not that you're pretending to mourn the loss of someone you never knew, it's that you're acknowledging the fact that this could have happened to anyone. I've never had anyone I loved die (except for Mehitabel). The crosswalk where it happened, Portland and Jersey.... people I love live right there, and very close to there. People I love use that same spot. What if it had been them? The fact that this horrible thing happened made me (and most likely everyone at PA) realize that, well, these things DO happen. A young girl I never knew, never even met, is dead. And it still disturbs me. Maybe because I probably walked by her in the hallways at Prince Andrew. Anyway. My point is. I can't cry for the person. I can cry for the fact that people I love can be taken away from me, and there's nothing I can do about it. Huh. There's life for you.
( March 05 Five, four, three, two, one...Dear World,
Jot notes!
- 5 sleeps unitl the day of the flight!
-Everyone is sick. I'm sick. Stupid sick.
-Ms Bowlby is irritating. She's all "My opinion counts more than yours!" Gah.
-The school administration should not be allowed to suddenly become strict on something they've been lax about for over 2 years.
-The Coolest Song in the World for this week is Stone the Crow by Down.
-Geology is slutty. It's all oil and hard things and Earth sex. KINKY Earth sex.
-Alice Cooper! I can actually go! I find it weird that Alice Cooper is coming to Halifax.... yay!
-I love Beauty and the Beast. I mean I really love Beauty and the Beast.
- I got my prom dress last week! And damn right it was $50. Gotta do stuff to it though...
- Something's bugging me. All this... advance in medical technology and stuff is going to pull through the weak stupid people. I already don't like humans, and now we can't even kill of the people who shoot themselves in the face with nail guns. I don't know about you, but I think those people should probably be rotting.
-Loki's mum is just as much of a twit as he is. I was watching them play outside just a minute ago. He'd wiggle his butt and pounce on her, then she'd wiggle her butt and pounce on him. It's insane, but still cute.
-I had less to say than I thought. My head hurts, which makes thinking hard. Plus I was half packing and got distracted, so now I just want to go back to packing. Argh I can't wait. |
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