This will be a somewhat short post. I'm heading off to the cottage today, can't wait. I love summer so much, mostly because of the cottage, and since we sold ours 3 years ago we've been heading up to the lake less and less. This year we wouldnt have gone at all because we reccently sold my grandmothers' cottage as well. But due to my encounter with my coiusins Laura and Kelly they invited me over for the big bash at the lake this weekend. Of course i had to bug my mom until she agreed it might be fun even if we will have to stay in a tent. Rick and chris will also be up and they're practically family. I just can't wait :P I can finally forget that i'm on house arrest. And what a way to celebrate my release than a party au chalet.
Okay so my explination of why this post was going to be short ended up being the entire post.... oh well.
Jen.
Ps i've been really addicted lately to soaps, like Gossip Girl, and digrassi. i know they're awful, but once you start watching them you fall right into it, and you're always like "i hope this happens" "NO don't be stupid" "FINALLY someone made a good descision" because though you know that its all scripted to cause problems you still want the characters to do what you'd do, even if later you realised that had you been in that scenario you probably would have done the same thing. So basically i guess the show entices people to be hypocrites. It's still fun though so i'll let myself be judgemental just this once (S*).*
* The symbol for sarcasm in writen works (S*).
PPS i've decided that im going to work on my posture more because since wattching gossip girl i noticed that all the elite girls had perfect posture. And im not doing that to seem elite PLEASE, im doing it because then in reality you see people slouching and it just looks so much better when they have good posture. Besides, its better for your back.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Broken Dish Theorem
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or missinformed beholder a black eye. - Miss Piggy.
I share this quote to you for 2 reasons.
Firstly my quote of the day is by miss piggy! how awesome is that??!
Secondly the first part of that quote is actually somewhat relevant to my discussion topic of the day.
(i sound so fancy when i say discussion topic of the day, the reality im really thinking something more along the lines of "this is what im going to be complaining about for the next few paragraphs, good luck and feel free to add your complaints in the comments " :P)]
Okay so 2 things of importance to talk about, I'll begin with the part actually relevant to the quote.
Beauty lies in the eye of its beholder. I don't know who said it, but damn did they ever have it right. Our perception of people dependsd solely of what we think of them at the time. Someone who is usually your best friend can drive you up the wall just on your mood set. Though it is rare that i get angry at my friends because i believe i have better things to be mad at then the people who care about me. So anyways it has come to my attention the very length your mind will go to disguise someone to your liking. Tricking yourself into thinking they're better than that. Now it may not be just my own brain because (for instance jordan) sometimes when you're going out they seem nice and sweet because they too care, then once things take a turn for the worst its all madusa heads and charmiron attacks. Not only that though, but your mind will block out the annoying traits of that person until someone else brings them to your attention (which i call the broken plate theory, because its like your plate version of that person was just shattered by the relevation that they are no longer perfect). Which is essentially what, naturally, we are trying to prove. On the anthropological state we are run by instinct, and part of that instinct is to find a healthy strong, essentially perfect mate. It's a primal accord that is programmed into our brains since homosapiens became a race.
With the broken dish theory in mind, I keep wondering what Ethan's faults are. Currently i can't find any because i am pre-shattering faze, but soon enough they will be brought to my attention, and im just pondering what they could be. It cannot be the way he speaks because i love his voice, and the way that he lilts his vowels and rolls his G's. Nor his clumsiness because i adore the way he's lanky without being scraggly and thin, he still has pressence. I digress, i can't find his fault, i suppose that's why its the Pre-shattered faze.
I miss ethan. I do. And i can't wait for him to get back. I majorly need a boyfriend hug right now because though i love you emmie, you dont cut it. sorry. He's probably having so much fun. I'm sort of jealous. He'll come back with lots of stories to tell. He got to travel see new things. The only thing i did was go to niagra, with is liek 5 hours away, and well, was a trip i detested. I suppose that's what you get for staying with your kin....
I can't remember my second topic anymore.... i know it had something to do with Tv shows and how it seems that now when you dont watch TV for a week it takes 2 full days to catch up. That may be just me but.....
If i end up remembering ill add it to a further post.
Jen.
I share this quote to you for 2 reasons.
Firstly my quote of the day is by miss piggy! how awesome is that??!
Secondly the first part of that quote is actually somewhat relevant to my discussion topic of the day.
(i sound so fancy when i say discussion topic of the day, the reality im really thinking something more along the lines of "this is what im going to be complaining about for the next few paragraphs, good luck and feel free to add your complaints in the comments " :P)]
Okay so 2 things of importance to talk about, I'll begin with the part actually relevant to the quote.
Beauty lies in the eye of its beholder. I don't know who said it, but damn did they ever have it right. Our perception of people dependsd solely of what we think of them at the time. Someone who is usually your best friend can drive you up the wall just on your mood set. Though it is rare that i get angry at my friends because i believe i have better things to be mad at then the people who care about me. So anyways it has come to my attention the very length your mind will go to disguise someone to your liking. Tricking yourself into thinking they're better than that. Now it may not be just my own brain because (for instance jordan) sometimes when you're going out they seem nice and sweet because they too care, then once things take a turn for the worst its all madusa heads and charmiron attacks. Not only that though, but your mind will block out the annoying traits of that person until someone else brings them to your attention (which i call the broken plate theory, because its like your plate version of that person was just shattered by the relevation that they are no longer perfect). Which is essentially what, naturally, we are trying to prove. On the anthropological state we are run by instinct, and part of that instinct is to find a healthy strong, essentially perfect mate. It's a primal accord that is programmed into our brains since homosapiens became a race.
With the broken dish theory in mind, I keep wondering what Ethan's faults are. Currently i can't find any because i am pre-shattering faze, but soon enough they will be brought to my attention, and im just pondering what they could be. It cannot be the way he speaks because i love his voice, and the way that he lilts his vowels and rolls his G's. Nor his clumsiness because i adore the way he's lanky without being scraggly and thin, he still has pressence. I digress, i can't find his fault, i suppose that's why its the Pre-shattered faze.
I miss ethan. I do. And i can't wait for him to get back. I majorly need a boyfriend hug right now because though i love you emmie, you dont cut it. sorry. He's probably having so much fun. I'm sort of jealous. He'll come back with lots of stories to tell. He got to travel see new things. The only thing i did was go to niagra, with is liek 5 hours away, and well, was a trip i detested. I suppose that's what you get for staying with your kin....
I can't remember my second topic anymore.... i know it had something to do with Tv shows and how it seems that now when you dont watch TV for a week it takes 2 full days to catch up. That may be just me but.....
If i end up remembering ill add it to a further post.
Jen.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The inevitable.
A few weeks ago when i last posted the largest thing on my mind was my trip. Now i just can't seem to remember its importance. That's the thing about memories and concepts, even opinions. Sometimes something seems like the biggest thing in the world and then once something bigger comes along you can't even seem to remeber why you cared. This has been my most recent revelation. Though i suppose most others' have realized it somewhat before it still intrigues me. Just how ones perception of a memory can alter through time, and you forget details of events that seemed life shattering before hand. However it's only natural. It is part of the human way to live and forget and to change to ones new views. No matter how frightnening the emotions fade, and then we repeat our mistakes, because we have forgotten the consequences. It is said tht History repeats itself because we don't learn from our mistakes. I dissagree. I believe history repeats itself because we keep forgetting the reason behind that set message. We keep forgetting the minor details. we forget certain things, like the sorrow and the suffering, and then though we learnt that lesson, we forgot why it was relevant. Its not that we can't learn from our mistakes, its that we often forget why we had to learnt them in the first place.
Recently i've had to make a huge descition. one that probably will effect the rest of my life. I can only hope that it was the right one because i fear there is no going back. I know that in 20, 30, 40 years from now, im going to look back on this descition and see just how much it changed who i became. Changed the descisions i will make in my future, for better or for worse.
Not too long ago I went through a lot of tough times at home. That is what ispired me to begin blogging. What happened was very repetitional. My mom would get angry, send me to my dads, then i would become his source of anxiety release, and he would scream and me and throw tantrums, and drink, and get more angry, and then get sad, and then blame every bad mistake made in his life on me. Then he too would kick me out. or vice versa. then i would go to Leah's, and jim and sure would take care of me, until one day when my mom decided she wanted me back. I always told myself that i would never go back, that this was the final straw but the moment i had a chance i would jump right back into her arms. This lead to many years of depression and self loathing. then for a while it got really great. My parents and i rarely fought, and though my dad still rants uncontralably and brings my moral down sinificantly he rarely throws tatrums. And as i matured, i got better at dealing with these set problems. I joined yoga, and i found wicca. I descovered myself, lost that blanket of insecurity, got new friends and discovered my passion for reading and writing. However i forgot why i learnt to calm myself. I forgot why i never get angry anymore, i forgot why i suppress my emotions, and i forgot to do so. Thus my mom one day snapped. Out of nowhere we were fighting again. so much so worse than before. Because i forgot to not talk, because i forgot that with my parents i dont have an opinion, i forgot that i never argue no matter how much i want to.
Friday the 16th my mother threw me out. Again.
I went to my father's and it was dark and cold and empty because he wasn't home, like usual. I missed my friends, and Ethan, and i cried a lot. And i told myself that i wouldn't go home. I wouldnt, and i couldnt live at my fathers' because there he always ignores me and i become a non existant ghost, wafting through life, forgetting its meaning. I dont live when im there. So i would ask Sue and Jim, my figurative adoptive parents if we could stop pretending. I was tired, so tired that i decided i would ask them if they could adopt me. I had made up my mind. Come monday morning i would pack up all my stuff and move out for good. I was tired of the un necessary bullshit. That's why i hate drama so much, why make problems when there arent any? Problems aren't fun, they only lead to sadness. My mom daunting as always decided to give another "'last chance" and for a while i said no. All the while wishing for my mom to just leave me alone because i final realized she must hate me, thats the only explination for all these arguments, for all this supression. And i honestly told her, i told her, this is my last time. I was done. Had she stopped calling right there i probably would have gone to move in with Jim and Sue. I wanted to so badly. They always make me feel special and loved, and they make me proud, and they always encourage my accomplishments and are honestly interested in what i am, im not just a nuiscance to them. God they care about me and i love them for it. They really are my extra parents, and im lucky to have them. But my mom was stuborn as always,, and she persisted and persisted. She wouldnt stop calling and i almost just let the phone ring. But then she came over. and she sat there are talked to me up the staircase and said how sorry she was. Lot that did me. So i ended up caving. and you know it wasn't that i'd miss my mother, or that i'd miss my dad, not even close. I felt selfish with the thoughts that passed through my mind, but how could i help it, my parents really dont care about me. So all i could think was my room, god im going to miss that, it was like my little piece of paradise, and i'd hate to leave it. and my bed, i love my bed. and my furniture, i worked so hard and making everyhting perfect for me. And now it would all be gone and i'd have to put up with Leah's room. because it would never me mine. It would always be hers. I'd never really have a space again until i moved on my own. So i missed my stuff. how superficial. But what really made my descision, my descision to finally come back was my sister. i felt so guilty leaving her with them. I know that it sounds all sweet, but it really isnt, she's their angel and she could do no wrong. I guess if i left they might start noticing some of her faults... i dunno i just wanted to keep her from that critisism as much as possible. Because shes the age now, that i was when my parents started to really hate me. or atleast to show it. I didn't want that to happen to her. atleast not yet. She doesn't learn as fast as i do, she might get herself in worse trouble than i did.
So in the end i went back and i've been on house arrest ever since. No computer, no phone, no friends, no outings, nothing. i missed a backstage concert at bluesfest, parties like crazy, and sleepovers with friends. and i only realized how much i missed today when i finally got to talk to people again. I missed so much that i've just spent the entire day trying to catch up. I'm still not.
But don't think that it was the fact that i missed 2 weeks of my grade 9 summer that made this change the rest of my life. No, I'm not that naive, though im a teenager. No. This changed my life because now, now it's starting again. I've realised that i like having an opiniion. I basically spent the entire 2 weeks at work because i didnt have naything else to do. And there i could finally let go, and when i had a difference of opinion i didn't have to keep it in, i could let it out. and instead of yelling we'd have a calm debate about it. Arguments dont give me anything as per "youre wring im right" i just dont see that way, Jim and Sue get that, and with a debate you can process the thoughts clearly, and often times enough i do realise that i in fact am wrong. Im obviously not perfect and i dont think i do. But with that i have a feeling that next time i get kicked out, and it is when not if, im probably not coming back. I think i may discuss this with Jim and Sue but, i dont think i can keep myself a statue anymore...... Am i a bad person that i dont think i'd miss my parents at all? I guess its just time to wait i guess because really now that we're arguing again.... it is inevitable.
Recently i've had to make a huge descition. one that probably will effect the rest of my life. I can only hope that it was the right one because i fear there is no going back. I know that in 20, 30, 40 years from now, im going to look back on this descition and see just how much it changed who i became. Changed the descisions i will make in my future, for better or for worse.
Not too long ago I went through a lot of tough times at home. That is what ispired me to begin blogging. What happened was very repetitional. My mom would get angry, send me to my dads, then i would become his source of anxiety release, and he would scream and me and throw tantrums, and drink, and get more angry, and then get sad, and then blame every bad mistake made in his life on me. Then he too would kick me out. or vice versa. then i would go to Leah's, and jim and sure would take care of me, until one day when my mom decided she wanted me back. I always told myself that i would never go back, that this was the final straw but the moment i had a chance i would jump right back into her arms. This lead to many years of depression and self loathing. then for a while it got really great. My parents and i rarely fought, and though my dad still rants uncontralably and brings my moral down sinificantly he rarely throws tatrums. And as i matured, i got better at dealing with these set problems. I joined yoga, and i found wicca. I descovered myself, lost that blanket of insecurity, got new friends and discovered my passion for reading and writing. However i forgot why i learnt to calm myself. I forgot why i never get angry anymore, i forgot why i suppress my emotions, and i forgot to do so. Thus my mom one day snapped. Out of nowhere we were fighting again. so much so worse than before. Because i forgot to not talk, because i forgot that with my parents i dont have an opinion, i forgot that i never argue no matter how much i want to.
Friday the 16th my mother threw me out. Again.
I went to my father's and it was dark and cold and empty because he wasn't home, like usual. I missed my friends, and Ethan, and i cried a lot. And i told myself that i wouldn't go home. I wouldnt, and i couldnt live at my fathers' because there he always ignores me and i become a non existant ghost, wafting through life, forgetting its meaning. I dont live when im there. So i would ask Sue and Jim, my figurative adoptive parents if we could stop pretending. I was tired, so tired that i decided i would ask them if they could adopt me. I had made up my mind. Come monday morning i would pack up all my stuff and move out for good. I was tired of the un necessary bullshit. That's why i hate drama so much, why make problems when there arent any? Problems aren't fun, they only lead to sadness. My mom daunting as always decided to give another "'last chance" and for a while i said no. All the while wishing for my mom to just leave me alone because i final realized she must hate me, thats the only explination for all these arguments, for all this supression. And i honestly told her, i told her, this is my last time. I was done. Had she stopped calling right there i probably would have gone to move in with Jim and Sue. I wanted to so badly. They always make me feel special and loved, and they make me proud, and they always encourage my accomplishments and are honestly interested in what i am, im not just a nuiscance to them. God they care about me and i love them for it. They really are my extra parents, and im lucky to have them. But my mom was stuborn as always,, and she persisted and persisted. She wouldnt stop calling and i almost just let the phone ring. But then she came over. and she sat there are talked to me up the staircase and said how sorry she was. Lot that did me. So i ended up caving. and you know it wasn't that i'd miss my mother, or that i'd miss my dad, not even close. I felt selfish with the thoughts that passed through my mind, but how could i help it, my parents really dont care about me. So all i could think was my room, god im going to miss that, it was like my little piece of paradise, and i'd hate to leave it. and my bed, i love my bed. and my furniture, i worked so hard and making everyhting perfect for me. And now it would all be gone and i'd have to put up with Leah's room. because it would never me mine. It would always be hers. I'd never really have a space again until i moved on my own. So i missed my stuff. how superficial. But what really made my descision, my descision to finally come back was my sister. i felt so guilty leaving her with them. I know that it sounds all sweet, but it really isnt, she's their angel and she could do no wrong. I guess if i left they might start noticing some of her faults... i dunno i just wanted to keep her from that critisism as much as possible. Because shes the age now, that i was when my parents started to really hate me. or atleast to show it. I didn't want that to happen to her. atleast not yet. She doesn't learn as fast as i do, she might get herself in worse trouble than i did.
So in the end i went back and i've been on house arrest ever since. No computer, no phone, no friends, no outings, nothing. i missed a backstage concert at bluesfest, parties like crazy, and sleepovers with friends. and i only realized how much i missed today when i finally got to talk to people again. I missed so much that i've just spent the entire day trying to catch up. I'm still not.
But don't think that it was the fact that i missed 2 weeks of my grade 9 summer that made this change the rest of my life. No, I'm not that naive, though im a teenager. No. This changed my life because now, now it's starting again. I've realised that i like having an opiniion. I basically spent the entire 2 weeks at work because i didnt have naything else to do. And there i could finally let go, and when i had a difference of opinion i didn't have to keep it in, i could let it out. and instead of yelling we'd have a calm debate about it. Arguments dont give me anything as per "youre wring im right" i just dont see that way, Jim and Sue get that, and with a debate you can process the thoughts clearly, and often times enough i do realise that i in fact am wrong. Im obviously not perfect and i dont think i do. But with that i have a feeling that next time i get kicked out, and it is when not if, im probably not coming back. I think i may discuss this with Jim and Sue but, i dont think i can keep myself a statue anymore...... Am i a bad person that i dont think i'd miss my parents at all? I guess its just time to wait i guess because really now that we're arguing again.... it is inevitable.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Sleep drunk
Hello all, I am back from niagra, which is a trip im going to have to blog about later because though the reality was only a few days it felt more like weeks.
Since my return i've slept a lot... like crazy amount more than usual.. i kind of detest sleeping. of course i have to like it because it re energizes you but i just find it an uter waste of time. and lately i've been sleeping a good 12 hours every night.... its depressing. i'm going to have to start going to bed earlier.
In other news i'm back at work :D its great because i didnt even realize how much i missed it. except for filing, i dont know anyone who actually enjoys that task... but i've been doing bagging and tagging and painting and sorting and more bagging and soon im starting paterning again.
I'm still trying to figure out how to make a cloak...
I've also finally read An Abundance of Katherines by John Green which i have never been able too previously find at stores. its remarkable on so many levels. i loved it entirely especially the use of footnotes. Highly recomended for all ages... well maybe 15 and up (due to complicated math references and use of history). 5 stars.
i just woke up for the first time this summer to want to do absolutely nothing. i dont want to write or read, i just want to sit on my couch with instant noodles and watch movies whilst eating popcorm. ouu...... i may want to go to the corner store to get some smart pop.....
First i have to get ahold of moe though because i promised him we'd hang out today and i've already blown him off once this week because i went to see The Last Airbender with my mom.
OHH!!!! The Last Airbender was uncredible,. Granted it was a tad of a dissapointement because of the preconception most of us had gathered from the book and the show. But it was still amazing. They turned what was the art of bending into such a more complicated affair. Fusing the elements of bending with ti chi (sorry i have no clue how to spell it) creating a beautiful thing to watch. Another thing the director did fabulously was stick to the original story. There were very few details missing, and in an elaborate story such as this it wazs a wonder how they managed it. It was very quick paced though and there were points where they had to skip over the developpement of the characters. It was a long book and they were creating that same story in such a short period of time. I enjoyed it immensely and rate it 4 stars.
Jen
Since my return i've slept a lot... like crazy amount more than usual.. i kind of detest sleeping. of course i have to like it because it re energizes you but i just find it an uter waste of time. and lately i've been sleeping a good 12 hours every night.... its depressing. i'm going to have to start going to bed earlier.
In other news i'm back at work :D its great because i didnt even realize how much i missed it. except for filing, i dont know anyone who actually enjoys that task... but i've been doing bagging and tagging and painting and sorting and more bagging and soon im starting paterning again.
I'm still trying to figure out how to make a cloak...
I've also finally read An Abundance of Katherines by John Green which i have never been able too previously find at stores. its remarkable on so many levels. i loved it entirely especially the use of footnotes. Highly recomended for all ages... well maybe 15 and up (due to complicated math references and use of history). 5 stars.
i just woke up for the first time this summer to want to do absolutely nothing. i dont want to write or read, i just want to sit on my couch with instant noodles and watch movies whilst eating popcorm. ouu...... i may want to go to the corner store to get some smart pop.....
First i have to get ahold of moe though because i promised him we'd hang out today and i've already blown him off once this week because i went to see The Last Airbender with my mom.
OHH!!!! The Last Airbender was uncredible,. Granted it was a tad of a dissapointement because of the preconception most of us had gathered from the book and the show. But it was still amazing. They turned what was the art of bending into such a more complicated affair. Fusing the elements of bending with ti chi (sorry i have no clue how to spell it) creating a beautiful thing to watch. Another thing the director did fabulously was stick to the original story. There were very few details missing, and in an elaborate story such as this it wazs a wonder how they managed it. It was very quick paced though and there were points where they had to skip over the developpement of the characters. It was a long book and they were creating that same story in such a short period of time. I enjoyed it immensely and rate it 4 stars.
Jen
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Vlad: The last confessions
Today has been a pretty slow day.
I tried to work on my signature a bit and realized that i hate the letter K. Following that i brought my mom and sister to the water park, i just sun tanned. Then i re did my nails which took some time, i also watched 4 episodes of Merlin. Now I'm taking a break from reading Vlad. I reall am enjoying the book but it is depressing. Hopefully the outlook will start to get better... though i doubt it because you know he dies. After all they are his Last Confessions. Its kind of slow at the moment though and my eyes needed a break. I would be writing right now but i have to finish Vlad tonight because it must be returned to the library tomorrow.
Actually it doesnt have to be returned until the 8th, As it is the 3rd today, the 4th is my only day free. The 5th im seeing Ethan for the last time until he gets back from israel. And the 6th im leaving in the morning for niagra. only returning the 8th late at night.
Essentially i must finish the 200 pages that are left by tomorrow afternoon.
I'm currently wasting time i dont have.
Jen
I tried to work on my signature a bit and realized that i hate the letter K. Following that i brought my mom and sister to the water park, i just sun tanned. Then i re did my nails which took some time, i also watched 4 episodes of Merlin. Now I'm taking a break from reading Vlad. I reall am enjoying the book but it is depressing. Hopefully the outlook will start to get better... though i doubt it because you know he dies. After all they are his Last Confessions. Its kind of slow at the moment though and my eyes needed a break. I would be writing right now but i have to finish Vlad tonight because it must be returned to the library tomorrow.
Actually it doesnt have to be returned until the 8th, As it is the 3rd today, the 4th is my only day free. The 5th im seeing Ethan for the last time until he gets back from israel. And the 6th im leaving in the morning for niagra. only returning the 8th late at night.
Essentially i must finish the 200 pages that are left by tomorrow afternoon.
I'm currently wasting time i dont have.
Jen
Friday, July 2, 2010
The true story of the real Kempster
Welcome to Officially Summer as per where canadian celebration is concerned. However I;m getting ahead of myself. Lets start on the 27th because that is where i left off and unlike when im in school i'm quite busy doing stuff. (Im actually hoping that'll calm down a bit)
June 27th:
I packed up my stuff and went to dads.... thats about it. i was really lazy to be honest. I read a lot of Vlad, The last confessions: The true story of the real Dracula.
Which interesting tidbit of information: Dracula comes from the romanian meaning Dracul-a, therefore translating to Dragon's Son. or Devil's Son. Ironic... or perhaps not, that the creulist and original vampires (a supposed creature of the devil) was in fact named as the devils son.
June 28th:
I actually got out of bed that day and after haggling with my father the night before for hours (which i forgot to mention) convinced him to let Ethan come over.. however leading to the cancellation of my wednesday plans. I digress.
I met up with ethan at the Park and we talked there for a bit until we decided to go to my school and meet up with Soul, Danielle and Chicky who i had seen passing and were heading there. however it started to rain on the way so after hiding out underneath the balcony of the entrance* we just decided to head home (to my home).
I was proud that my fatehr actually behaved himself around Ethan. I was quite shocked. At first it was sort of awkward but we did the tour a la maison, and then sorted through my millions of illegally burnt DVD colection (im kidding). We decided on national treasure 2 and Get Smart. During both movies we talked a lot only slightly paying attention. Then we had diner and got rained on so we headed inside. Halfway through my diner i gave up and had an insta-meal. damn springs. Anyways it was good. The Ethan headed home and i napped :P
June 29th
I read the rest on the Lightning Theif to my dad (its only taken a year and a half to complete -.-)
June 30th
I went back to my moms in the morning. Then After reading 3 chapters of Vlad (because its an insanely long novel and i havent finished) Emma came over. I've been attempting to set her up with Cori (yes the pied piper). First we went to the book store one last time before they introduce HST. I bough Shade and the first novel of the Nick Chronicles. Then at home we updated our book lists and made sure that next time we get together she brings me her other series'.
Then I called cori and after a long discussion of which park (meanwhile i new it would be the redpath park all along) Emma and i headed to the redpath park. There we met with Cori Jeff and..... srry i forget his name..... eesh. Anyways it was beyond awkward for most of the time... hell the entire time was really awkward.
July 1
CANADA DAY!!!!
Waking up we originally had plans to go to the parlement. Instead we had a huge breakfast with pancakes and saucages and fruit (which i couldnt eat -.-) and watched the Queen's boredom on TV. it amused me because i realized how much her job must suck. I always thought that it would be awesome but im starting to realize she does a lot of sitting and listening to people talk and probably not really caring at all :D. Also the look of just "get it over with" when the country band came on was priceless. Then around 1 we headed to the Barrhaven celebration past the Royal Oak. It was wuite boring for a while. We listened to this girl sing poppy music that i had no taste for, though i will give her she has a beautiful voice. Then we listened to a band called Autumn Canon and i doodled an idea for their Tshirts which i am emailing them. We had dineer and then listened to Disco inferno and guess what they played disco *groan*. This is where i actually started to have fun though. I spotted Grant and his friend Eric so i went to hang out with them , following this i ran into so many people i know i ended up loosing count. In the end Harry, Tara Grant, eric and I were sitting in a circle on the ground playing with light up glowing necklaces and watching a pathetic firework show that sounded like a rice shaker.
Today
FINALLY SWIMMING!
I missed swimmign so much it wasnt even funny and ive kept having to reschedual my plans to go for various reasons. one of which was the haggling**. So I read a few more chapters of Shiver (because Vlad has been put on the back burner until tommorrow... only so much death and depression one can read in a week) And then Tara picked me up and we went to the Walter Baker. First i helped her pick out interesting books, including an abundance of Katherines by John Green :D. At the pool there was this guy doing insane dives. at one point i was scared he was going to break his back on the wall OPPOSITE the one he was diving from. We called him Autograph guy because we wanted his autograph however he left before we could ask at least his name. Then we went to buy lunch which ended up being sun chips, hoopies chips and three packages of gobstoppers. (one of which was free because the machine is awesome :D). My mom then drove us home. It was really fun.
Anthony mom and i then went shopping for food, had diner, and then watched hot tub time machine which was a horrible movie if i do say so myself. And that was my day :D
Jennifer
*Just a note. Remember how i mentioned my school was the friken showing house for all school gatherings and teacher confrences? Well while we were hiding from the rain there there was a sort of graduation going on. and it clearly was not ours because we dont have a graduating class.... seeing how the past semesters highest grade was 9. And next year will be 10. Unless we fell into some sort of time warp it doesnt seem likely
** A term that i learnt from ethan that means betting higher and lower to reach a common price with an opponent. Apparently this is a common term i however never knew the name.
June 27th:
I packed up my stuff and went to dads.... thats about it. i was really lazy to be honest. I read a lot of Vlad, The last confessions: The true story of the real Dracula.
Which interesting tidbit of information: Dracula comes from the romanian meaning Dracul-a, therefore translating to Dragon's Son. or Devil's Son. Ironic... or perhaps not, that the creulist and original vampires (a supposed creature of the devil) was in fact named as the devils son.
June 28th:
I actually got out of bed that day and after haggling with my father the night before for hours (which i forgot to mention) convinced him to let Ethan come over.. however leading to the cancellation of my wednesday plans. I digress.
I met up with ethan at the Park and we talked there for a bit until we decided to go to my school and meet up with Soul, Danielle and Chicky who i had seen passing and were heading there. however it started to rain on the way so after hiding out underneath the balcony of the entrance* we just decided to head home (to my home).
I was proud that my fatehr actually behaved himself around Ethan. I was quite shocked. At first it was sort of awkward but we did the tour a la maison, and then sorted through my millions of illegally burnt DVD colection (im kidding). We decided on national treasure 2 and Get Smart. During both movies we talked a lot only slightly paying attention. Then we had diner and got rained on so we headed inside. Halfway through my diner i gave up and had an insta-meal. damn springs. Anyways it was good. The Ethan headed home and i napped :P
June 29th
I read the rest on the Lightning Theif to my dad (its only taken a year and a half to complete -.-)
June 30th
I went back to my moms in the morning. Then After reading 3 chapters of Vlad (because its an insanely long novel and i havent finished) Emma came over. I've been attempting to set her up with Cori (yes the pied piper). First we went to the book store one last time before they introduce HST. I bough Shade and the first novel of the Nick Chronicles. Then at home we updated our book lists and made sure that next time we get together she brings me her other series'.
Then I called cori and after a long discussion of which park (meanwhile i new it would be the redpath park all along) Emma and i headed to the redpath park. There we met with Cori Jeff and..... srry i forget his name..... eesh. Anyways it was beyond awkward for most of the time... hell the entire time was really awkward.
July 1
CANADA DAY!!!!
Waking up we originally had plans to go to the parlement. Instead we had a huge breakfast with pancakes and saucages and fruit (which i couldnt eat -.-) and watched the Queen's boredom on TV. it amused me because i realized how much her job must suck. I always thought that it would be awesome but im starting to realize she does a lot of sitting and listening to people talk and probably not really caring at all :D. Also the look of just "get it over with" when the country band came on was priceless. Then around 1 we headed to the Barrhaven celebration past the Royal Oak. It was wuite boring for a while. We listened to this girl sing poppy music that i had no taste for, though i will give her she has a beautiful voice. Then we listened to a band called Autumn Canon and i doodled an idea for their Tshirts which i am emailing them. We had dineer and then listened to Disco inferno and guess what they played disco *groan*. This is where i actually started to have fun though. I spotted Grant and his friend Eric so i went to hang out with them , following this i ran into so many people i know i ended up loosing count. In the end Harry, Tara Grant, eric and I were sitting in a circle on the ground playing with light up glowing necklaces and watching a pathetic firework show that sounded like a rice shaker.
Today
FINALLY SWIMMING!
I missed swimmign so much it wasnt even funny and ive kept having to reschedual my plans to go for various reasons. one of which was the haggling**. So I read a few more chapters of Shiver (because Vlad has been put on the back burner until tommorrow... only so much death and depression one can read in a week) And then Tara picked me up and we went to the Walter Baker. First i helped her pick out interesting books, including an abundance of Katherines by John Green :D. At the pool there was this guy doing insane dives. at one point i was scared he was going to break his back on the wall OPPOSITE the one he was diving from. We called him Autograph guy because we wanted his autograph however he left before we could ask at least his name. Then we went to buy lunch which ended up being sun chips, hoopies chips and three packages of gobstoppers. (one of which was free because the machine is awesome :D). My mom then drove us home. It was really fun.
Anthony mom and i then went shopping for food, had diner, and then watched hot tub time machine which was a horrible movie if i do say so myself. And that was my day :D
Jennifer
*Just a note. Remember how i mentioned my school was the friken showing house for all school gatherings and teacher confrences? Well while we were hiding from the rain there there was a sort of graduation going on. and it clearly was not ours because we dont have a graduating class.... seeing how the past semesters highest grade was 9. And next year will be 10. Unless we fell into some sort of time warp it doesnt seem likely
** A term that i learnt from ethan that means betting higher and lower to reach a common price with an opponent. Apparently this is a common term i however never knew the name.
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