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All my rage and fear welled up inside me and expressed itself in biscuit form. I checked my schedule after I'd gotten off work on Sunday to see when my next shift would be. Wednesday, July 2nd at 8:30AM-5PM, said the schedule on the wall. I arrive at that time and I look back on the wall, only to see that the shift had changed to 5-9PM. The worst part is that I looked in the sign in book, and I had signed my name and the time for my Sunday shift, and right on the sheet was the exact shift written on the wall. I feel like I'm going crazy, I wasted an hour bussing back and forth and worst of all, I woke up early. *snuggles back into bed* But before Sleepy does that! Complicated familial relations! Yesterday was Canada day, my Goo-Ma's (erm.. paternal aunt?) and cousin Terry's wife's birthday (Tina). My cousin Karen was hosting the party at her place and it was a bunch of fun. It wasn't really a potluck, but my mom insisted that we bring something. I baked some frozen eggplant parm, transfered it to a casserole dish, grated cheese on it and then broiled it for another ten minutes. My mom told everyone it was from scratch. XD My cousin's cat was really friendly, although she sounded like she'd been chain smoking for the last decade or so. She had to wear a harness and a bungee cord so that she wouldn't run away. With the harness on she would take a few slow steps, crouch really low to the ground for a minute, take a few more slow steps, crouch to the ground, ad nauseum. It was hilarious trying to watch her cross the yard like that. I also got to see my um.. first cousin once removed? (my cousin's kid :P) for the first time in five or six years. He can walk now. o_O And talk. o_o And he's allergic to everything*. 0_o I went home in severe pain because I had foolishly forgotten to bring lactase supplements and had even more foolishly decided to eat dessert (which at a Chinese birthday party is always a fruit cake with a crapload of whipped cream on it). Being there made me think about my extended family. My aunts, uncles and cousins all lived at home for a really long time, usually until they get married if not longer. My maternal grandmother had to marry off my oldest uncle to a random woman from China. She wasn't very nice, and the marriage is falling apart, but she got him out of the house, apparently. My youngest uncle is still living with her. I think he's pushing 40. My uncle Richie lived at home for several years even after he was married. The worst part was that his room was smaller than the bathroom. It could fit a cot and a TV, but not much else. Mmm... Comfy. My grandma (who is freaking rich), gave him a house to live in, one of the older ones she had rented out before. My cousin Karen moved out of her parents' place a few months ago at the age of 32. This was the first time I've seen her new place, which wasn't very nice, but with some hardcore interior decorating, very nice is what it became. My cousin Gerry is *still* living with his mom and dad and he's even older than her - and married... to someone he met online... from China (who barely spoke a lick of English)... and now they have a kid. It scares me a little that I might end up like this. OMG! http://gizmodo.com/368651/new-video-of-big...ning-its-spooky So awesome! *Actually it's not that shocking. Everyone on that side of the family has a lot of allergies

The strike got cancelled! D: http://www.canada.com/vancouversun/news/bu...ae-841185c8c0fa And someone threw all the cheese out of the fridge!!! D:D:D:

I didn't relize on how long it's been since my last blog entry, so I've decided to give you an update. :) Ugh, I've been really buzy lately. I've also got/lost some cool stuff. First off: I've recently gotten a cell phone. It's a Samsung m300, costing 80$. Since I dobn't have a job yet my dad is paying for the calls and texting untill September, when I'll get a job, then I'll have to pay for it. Plan is, 35 cents for calls on weekdays, 5 cents after 9pm on weeknights. Then on weekends it's free calling. For texting I have 2500 texts per month for 10$ a month. Pretty good deal, I guess. :s Second: My mom bought me and my brother GH3. My brother was playing it all the first day (on easy) and didn't really get all that far and had to call his friends to come and help him beat the game. Then the next day I started out on easy (I've never played before, I knew how to but never actually played) and beat the game in about 3.5 hours. >:3 It took my brother about 5 hours to beat it on easy with friend's help. I had no help whatsoever. I even had to help my brother. :P He was amazed how I was doing it. xD I guess I just pick up on games really fast. Third: My 2 year old, first generation, 1GB, black iPod went through the wash 3 days ago. It's currently at my friend's house being taken apart and dried. He's (my friend) really good with computers and such so I told him what happened and he gladly told me he'd take a look at it and see what he could do. I hope somthing can be done. :s If not I could always get a new one... I guess... Recently I've found out one of my best friends ever since Kindergarden started smoking. I was walking downtown for lunch the other week with two other friends and I spotted her with a group of her new friends I guess... well might as well start off at the beginning of the school year up untill now. At the beggining we were friends and hung out and everything. We just came from middle school and we were now in high school. We would sit at the lunch table with the group of friends every day untill around March. Then she moved from where I lived (Outisde the city limits) and into town and started drifting away from out lunch table and started hanging out with other people our group knew. We thought it was ok and that she was making other friends. Then she came to school with her bright orange hair dyed black. I was like "Woah!" She didn't really say mucha about it. By the beggining of May she never sat and rarely talked to me. Then I was walking downtown for lunch with two other friends the other week and I spotted her with the other goup all walking. I was going to shout out "Hi" but I knew somthing was wrong. I saw smoke comming from the group. I thought it might of been someone else but no. It was her. She was puffing on some sort of mini cigar. Those things were expencive. 10$ for a pack of 10 I guess. I was like to my two other friends "Guys! Look! Lindsey's smoking!" The others were like "Holy ----! She is!" Few days later I talked to her about it. She got really angry and started yelling at me about how I don't even know what exactly was going on and how I was missjudging her. And then she stomped off. I found out the next day where she was getting the mini cigars. She was buying them off this stoned kid for like 25 cents. I honestly thought better of her.

I slept for like twelve hours last night and had this horrible, horrible dream. Now I know most dreams are boring to everyone but yourself, but this really was a horrible dream. I was trapped in this post-apocalyptic cyberpunk kinda city. I now know that I dream in colour, because everything was in this dingy brown-orange palette, with little bits of puke-green. Almost everyone on earth died for some reason, and their ghosts moved on to inhabit the machinery nearby, the machines inexplicably hated humans... and most of them were robots. Cuz you know, we have so many robots nowadays. Anyway, in my dream I was about twelve or something, and there was this black girl with dreadlocks and she was my best friend. She owned a lot of expensive CDs. She invited these thug-looking hooligan guys into her house and later on, she realised that they had replaced all of her expensive CDs with the Elton John CDs. Since she was my best friend, and she was very upset, I used my magic powers to chase down the thug guys into this alley where they gave them to a ghost-inhabited surround-sound system in exchange for shelter. All of a sudden, the gigantic freaking SKY-BLOTTED-OUT-BY-ROBOT-PLANES-ZOMG army came, and the two thugs begged the surround sound system to hide them. The surround-sound system told them to get into the nearby building and hide under the desk. A while later, a low-ranking member in the robot army came by to investigate, and talk with the surround-sound system, who ratted them out in exchange for a high rank in the robot army. The robot general came down and gave the surround sound system a rank, and the surround sound system.. erm.. popped out of the ground, with.. legs and stuff. It was really weird. Then, my magic powers couldn't protect me anymore, and I stopped watching them from the third person, and was suddenly surrounded by all these robots. I ran like the dickens, and Spiderman came to save me. Except he was erm.. Not wearing anything but his mask. And he was obese. He proved he was really Spiderman by shooting webbing out of his wrists, but he was really bad at it. I kept running, but this time I was running from the creepy fat naked man wearing a Spiderman mask. Just as he caught me, I woke up. *shudder* Also:

This week I've encountered blood, blood and more blood. It's almost like the universe is conspiring to put as much blood in my life as possible. If I were the type to get squicked out at gore and bodily fluids, this would definitely not be my week. Fortunately, I'm not, which means.. er.. yay? On Friday there was the issue of lab coat. At work, you see, we have a semi-formal dress code to follow even though it's just a supermarket. This dress code is especially annoying when you work in certain departments like the meat or the fish where you get splattered with animal blood and body parts on a regular basis. The store provides us with lab coats to protect our white dress shirts from being permanently bloodstained. Normally we have a basket to put the dirty lab coats in after we've worn them, but the laundry lady is pretty darn lazy. Oftentimes you'll don a coat and realise that the backs of the sleeves are soggy and coated in some sort of blood*; she puts the dirty stuff right back on the rack. After doing the regular wet sleeve and blood spatter check on my coat, I put it on, assuming it was nice and clean, then stowed my boxcutter in the breast pocket of the coat. Upon the retrieval of the box cutter I found that the coat was not as clean as I had first thought. As I reached into the pocket I felt something cold, wet and squishy. It turns out someone had left me a wonderful surprise in the breast pocket of the lab coat: two chicken hearts. The best part was how I squeezed the tasty juices out of the hearts when I dove in for the box cutter. The chicken hearts leaked a delicious pink liquid all over the inside of the pocket, which in turn, seeped through the lab coat, into my blouse and through my bra. Fun tip everyone: one of the best ways to start out your day is to have one boob coated in watery chicken blood. Give it a try some time. Saturday was relatively blood-free, and so was Sunday to.. erm.. a reasonable extent. Nothing out of the usual anyway. For the sake of leaving you with Too Much Information, I'll just say that Monday... Well... One of my pillows needed a good wash after being stained with a large amount of blood. Another fun tip: blood comes out of fabrics better when you wash them with cold water. Hot water coagulates the proteins, basically forming a scab over your fabric and making it near impossible to get out. Maybe if you soaked your clothes in bleach for six years or dumped a gallon of plasmin on 'em you could get the bloodstains out after that, but I wouldn't put any money on it. On Tuesday, me and a friend had booked an appointment to donate blood. My sister decided to tag along last minute. They almost didn't let her in because she's so tiny. To all of our amusement, they had added a new question onto the little eligibility test they give you before you donate: Have you ever handled or come into contact with monkeys or their bodily fluids since 1977. One time I had a webcam chat with Koko, the gorilla that knows how to use sign language. I wonder if that means I have AIDS? Despite the fact that I always assert that the hemoglobin test hurts a hellova lot more than getting injected with the actual blood donation needle, it just wasn't the case this time. The tech I got was a complete noob. She spent five minutes feeling around for my very visibly bulging median cubital vein before jabbing the needle in. Unsurprisingly, she didn't do a very good job either. Every time one of my muscles twitched the needle would slide out just a teensy little bit. Eventually the needle had slid so far out that my blood wasn't trickling out very much anymore. The noob tech had to come back and jiggle the massive needle around several times. To give you an idea of how thick this needle was, picture the plastic tube that carries the ink inside ballpoint pens. Yeah. That thick. I could literally see that she had gone a little too far to the right of my vein and she had to come back several times to readjust (AKA twist and jiggle) the needle. Because of this, it took over half an hour to fill up the blood bag. In comparison, my sister only took five minutes. Afterwards the tech said, "Drink more water before you come next time". Double yew tee eff, mate. I had been stealing juice from the snack bar since we had arrived. Drink more water my butt. Finally, this is completely unrelated but I feel like blogging about it anyway. As we were walking back from the clinic, my friend, my sister and I happened to walk by a Mormon man handing out pamphlets and little cards to people as they passed by. He gave my very gay friend a card depicting the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. Oh the fun. *It smells like cow blood most of the time. Darn bleeders, they are. If I was butchered for someone's food, I'll make sure I don't bleed as copiously as the average bovine - for posterity's sake if nothing else.

I got my band letter for my varsity jacket today. I'm excited. Apparently, only special people get those. And I kicked some cabbage at my latest band concert. I improvised a solo in "Groovin' Hard" (look it up); it was pretty cool. And I got an award for Outstanding Sophomore in the high school band. Ownage? I think so. My dental implant on my left side feels a little loose. I'm kinda worried that the tooth part is going to fall off the screw and I'll swallow it when I'm eating or something. It almost happened to my mom, and with my luck, it'll happen to me. <_< I didn't realize how awesome Paramore was until today. They're my new favorite band now. I found this hilarious motivational poster about Hilary Clinton: My personal favorite is the top middle. That is all.

Sorry for not posting guys. My computer chashed and we had to put it to ifs factory state. :glasses: Lost all my files. I was pissed. I've been extremly buzy lately. I'll post something later on today. I'm still really tired.

We need to talk. ---- Nothing much today. watched HSM at school again. http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=hBpLTqjNuck Friend is in white. (Regan)

Today we had Phantom Pride Day. Everyone was wearing their t-shirts. The cafateria was flooded with red. "The Red Sea" I've been going to be at 9 for the last 2 weeks 'cause I'm so damn tired. But I have to stay awake to watch Bleach and Death Note! *Tapes eyes open*

*falls to the floor* I've been on the go for 12+ hours... I'm dead tired. ZZZZzzzZZzzzz....

I saw the preformance of HSM today. I'll have to say, they did really well. Like I said in my eairlier post, my friend played Ryan Evans. And I'll have to say he did very well. <333 Everyone did well. :) I'm still not watching the movie. *walks off humming "We're all in this together"*

I had a boring day. I missed the RS gathering '08, 'cause I had to go to a tallent show that was 3 hours long and lame. And the chairs were unfomfy! But I had a sceret wepon.. iPOD! <3 Kept me sane. :lol: Tomorrow I'm going to watch HSM prefromed by my school. I'm only going to support friends. One of my best guy friends is playing Ryan Evans. I have to hear him sing! I catch him off gaurd every so often.. but he won't sing much. :lol: But now's my chance! :lol:

I just got word from my mom that I was selected to go to Cadet camp! <33 I'm taking Intoduction to Avation Course!! (ITAC) I'll be studing avation for three weeks, in a millitary base. I've been to camp before but THIS is another. I was at GACSTC (Greenwood Air Cadet Summr Training Center) for 2 years before. (Band & Leadership, both 3 weeks) But now I'm going to RGS Debert. (Regional Gliding School Debert) I have no clue what this place looks like, I'm a little timid. But thank God I have one of my best friends comming with me. He's just as razed abot planes as I am. :lol: But In Debert I'll be studing the in's and outs of air craft and other things. No actual flying this year. (You can learn to fly for free in Air Cadets at the age of 16) Did I mention that when you go to camp, the camp pays you? Yep! 60$ a week, just for going. Crazy, but great. Here's bad part. I got first camp out of 2. So I'll be away the first of the summer for three weeks! That means I have to celebrate my birhday away from home! I really didn't want to... but guess it'll be alright.. (My Birthday is July 16th, btw ^_^ ) ------ So about today. I didn't present my project in French today, that means I'll have to wait. I can't even pronounce what's on my cue cards! It was funny in English class today 'cause we payed a fun little game while the teacher was out of the class. (which was almost all of class) It's called... THE PENIS GAME. THE MOST IMMATURE GAME EVER! Anyways, to play someone says "penis" really quiet. Then the next says it a bit louder. Then the next louder, then louder again, ect. Some of the peole looked at us likewe were retards and we said to them, "Care join us in the game was call penis?" The looked at us again and wet back to work. So we got pretty loud durring the game and a teacher came in to tell us to keep quiet. So we took out a peice of paper and started paying the written version. Instead of saying it, you write it. First small then it gets larger. ^_^ Work accomplished in English: 60%

I'm having my 3 wisdom teeth removed in August and I have two options. Have the procedure asleep or awake with my mouth frozen. Asleep: I don't like people working on me while asleep, but it'll go faster. Awake: It'll go slower, but I don't want to see what's going on. I have to let them know by Monday. >.<

My craters in the back of my mouth are healing up nicely. Grey's Anatomy comes back next Thursday! I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park. I get my band letter to put on my varsity jacket. Only special people get those. That's all that's running through my mind at the moment.

I've been keeping in touch with Bub. He's doing well. I had a conversation with him on how I had to watch a video on safety. :glasses: AND!AND! I got my report card last friday. English: From 77% to 92% French Science: 71% to 76% Math: From 90% to 94% FAST (also known as tech): 89% French Social Studies: 82% I think I did really well besides the French Science.

Last night I had to work a closing shift (12:30-9PM) and this morning I had to work an opening (6:30AM-3PM). Understandably, I was quite pissed. They've been scheduling me these shifts with increasing frequency lately. Even more annoying is the fact that I will be working these same shifts for the next three weeks in a row. This morning I decided to be an hour late on purpose. I waited until my manager called my house and left a message on the answering machine before I hopped on the bus. After I got there, my manager actually apologized to me, instead of the other way around. He paid me for the hour I didn't work and let me go home half past noon. I'm also allowed to close an hour earlier each evening for the next three weeks. Sweet. Being late does accomplish things. School ends for me next week. I lied to my manager and told him it ends on May 15th, and asked for a couple of weeks off to "study for exams" ^_^. Basically I get a month with not much to do. It's very badly needed. Since September I've had five cumulative days where I haven't had to either work or go to school, not including winter and spring break. I've kinda gotten used to having to be somewhere Every. Freaking. Day. I envy the people who get actual weekends where they're free to do whatever they want. I envy the people who go out and nine and come home at six and have nothing to do in-between those hours. I envy the people who can afford to eat three meals a day. My mom, bless her soul, got worried about the fact that I was only eating ramen and rice crackers and at the amount of weight I had lost since the beginning of the school year. She filled the outside freezer with lots of frozen pasta. I've been rationing it out for the past couple of months, and soon I can afford to not have to mooch as much food off the poor lady. She works 80 hours a week on average and does nothing but stress out about my youngest sister when she's not working. And unlike me, she's not a big fat whiner. :( On my birthday I didn't get home 'till 11. A couple of my old highschool friends had come over (they hadn't planned to go together, but had merely arrived at the same time by chance) and gotten through the back door (which my sister had left unlocked). They went to my room and left me two dozen blueberry muffins, and a pair of pants. I literally haven't seen them in four months - since Christmas. I'm a hard person to get close to in real life. I never let people know me very well and constant social interaction tends to agitate me and I become a pain to be around. When I'm busy or already stressed, I isolate myself (which is why I've been spending so much time online, and playing Runescape). A different friend visited at the end of my shift yesterday to wish me a belated happy birthday and give me a late present. We went out for coffee, but couldn't chat for too long since I had to work early the next day. We planned dinner some time after both of our exams are done... but knowing me, I'll probably end up blowing her off or something like that. My best friend emailed me a recap of what had happened when he broke into my house, and told me that he had also left me money and candies. I had to search around a bit before I found them. They were left with a note: I hope that in this new year of your life you will have a lot less sorrow and tribulation and a lot more me =)! Let's not be such strangers anymore :( Nothing will make you feel more like crap than having friends that you really don't deserve.

So today I went to the dentist to get a filling re-done. I also had to get some skin burned off that was preventing the teeth to come though. So I got my mouth frozen (It still is! ) and the dentist started. First he put a green rubber thing around my tooth to isolate it. Then he by taking out my old filling and such. I couldn't feel anything but there was a lot of scraping going on. I could smell the tooth chips. It was the most horrible smell I've ever smelt. then when the assistant was blowing around the tooth she got a shard in my eye! She thought I was just scared of the noise. Then I looked up at my dentist's glasses and there was peices of my tooth on them! I freaked a little bit but I kept calm. Then when that was done and over he waited 10 minutes then molded the flilling so that my bit would be good. Then he used a strange insterment to burn off the skin over two teeth. (the reason he had to do this was because there were teeth that wouldn't break the skin) Now this was the worst smell ever! If you think it's bad.. then think it's your own flesh that's being burned here! O.O Then when he took it out to get the assistant to clean it I could see my own skin! O.O I was really scared by then! A few minutes later he was done and I was free! Now he says I have to get my 3 wisdom teeth out (ALL AT THE SAME TIME! O.O) at the end of June. Oh joy... I didn't go to school today 'cause I'm still sick. Well I went first class 'cause I had a presentation then I went home. I was glad I did. I had some vomiting and bad sneezing attacks. :(

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=FIiO4r7K7Ms Did this last year in art. ENJOY! (It was a boing day today. I didn't get any I love you's from my special someone for 7 months together... )

Well Max (The British Guy) has returned to his house. I'm goin gto kinda miss him. He's interesting... in a weird way. :P Today there was a health fairtoday at school. I learned that my friend Caleb isn't to excited in graphic images. (Like what smoking can to do your mouth) Another thing Caleb did to me today.. He called me fat. :o I was taking a test and it asked: "Do you like your body image?" I gave myself a 7. Caleb wanted to see what I put so I shoed him. He's like: "How do give yourself that? All you have to do is go running outside and you won't have any problems." "Are you saying I'm fat?" "Yes I am very well saying that you're fat..." (YOU HAD TO BE THERE) Me and the 2 other friends of mine eyes widened and our jaws dropped. I mean like how do you say that so brodly?! :D My friends were like: "CALEB! Thats so mean!" He basicailly relized about a half hour after what he had done wrong. So he came over and apologized. :mad: EDIT: Who likes my new avvy? :P

Well to day a hypnotist came to my school and some kinds got hypnotized. I wanted to but it was only for grade 12's. I heard that some of the people up there were drunk at the time. I could tell my friend Ted was drunk and hypnotized at the sametime. It was hillarious. I'd like to write more but, I have a a massive sinus infection and it hhhuuurrrtttsss. :(

Ohai. I'm watching Starwars. :P I'm on Ep. 2. :P Anyways.. I got yelled at most of the day by my dad 'cause, I didn't do something right or didn't do it at a certain time. :D Another thing.. my it was my mom's last day of work at her old job and is starting up at McDonalds on Monday! At least it's better then her old job for 17 years. :P

Bleah. I've had this cold for about 4 days now. I got it from my friend who broke off a peice of her icecream cone and gave it to me. I guess she already bit out of it. :glasses: I knew she was sick but I had to eat the icecream to that my mom wouldn't get mad at us. (Long story) So I ate it and now I have her cold, which another friend of mine had. Now most of my friends are getting my cold 'cause the mooch off my food at lunch. Teaches them not to take my food! >:( Tonight I have youth group at church. We're still pratcing for the puppet play on Mother's Day. Every time we pratice I come up with new ideas on how to manuver (sp?) the puppets. I'm the only one who really knows how to make the puppets life-like. But the youth group's leader's daughter who is graduating this year is trying to outdo me, making comments on how I'm not doing something like last time. But then I go and remind her that we changed that. :( Also I've noticed that the other people in the youth group want me and my friend Jess to do everything they don't wanna do. Then the fun songs they wanna take charge. I wanna do fun stuff too! :D Earlier today I finished off a pixel for a friend of mine that's been banned from the fourms for about a month now. :P Took me about 3 hours to finish. What do you think? :D I know! She'll be my blog mascot! :D Sooner or later. :(

In Class: (Yus, my handwriting) (Don't shoot 'cause I spelt Toronto wrong >_<) (Or all the other mistakes scratched out >.< ) 2/2 Anyways... my math teacher must of senced something wrong.. she moved me and my partner Sarah. (We sat beside eachother) I'm still mad. I will be mad for awhile. Not towards you guys. SONG http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=BvTmUfWB6jU&...feature=related

My 2 friends and I have made up. :3 They still won't accept that I'm right. :P http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7866929448192753501 Has anyone seen this before?