School, BGT.

It's finally setting in: School's almost over. But it's different this year-- I won't be coming back in September. Ah, elementary school's finally almost over. The end never seemed so close 'til today. After I got that huge geo assignment back and finished a speech that I've been worrying about since September, it finally became apparent. No emo rant from me though, I couldn't be any happier to be going to high school. I just really hope graduation night will be decent. A minimum of two awards I must get, or I might actually get kicked out of my house. D: I'm terrified for my music mark though. After the band bonus was eliminated for this term, I can't raise my mark, which is rapidly plummeting down after I failed the recent theory and playing tests. I just hope she'll be in a good mood when she writes my report card. If my music mark takes me off honour roll, I may actually go on a murderous rampage and kill her family.

Anyway, I'm sure everyone's sick of hearing about Susan Boyle, but in case you haven't seen it, she performed in the semi-finals yesterday. She did a fantastic job IMO, the beginning was kind of shaky though.





I really have nothing else to say. I haven't been doing any drawing lately, I've just been extremely uninspired. Here's a little 2 minute doodle for ya. Clicky clickyy~

Apr. 23. 09

I'm exhausted.


There were concerts two nights in a row, and non-stop rehearsals this whole week. Blargghhh. I'm so glad it's over. My feet are still sore from those atrocious shoes I had no choice but to wear. I should really get some formal flats.

Anyway, other than that, today was just fine. No emo complaints from me...yet. This weekend is going to be beautiful, maybe I can start my run routine again. Tomorrow's high is like, 22°C, I'm so excited~ Going to be spending a lot of time outside of class as well! :D This week has been going by ever so slowly, but the workload was so light and class has been so easy. Not to mention other events that made this week a little brighter.

Also, I'm going to go on a high school rant now. My mom as you probably know forced me to apply to a catholic high school with a good repuatation. Well, I did it, expecting for there to be an interview and hoping I could express my atheism to encourage them to turn me down. Sadly, the interviewing process was eliminated and I got accepted based on my grades. My parents were so excited. I was mortified. High school will be one of the most stressful times of my life, and my dear loving parents want to top it off by sending me to a school flooded with Catholics? Good god. No pun intended. The only reason is because they think that the school's school bussing system will provide free transportation. Get. Fucking. Real. Those busses only go down to Stouffville. I mean, Catholics and Christians can be cool, as can atheists, Jews, Muslims (I have close friends of all major religious background), but they don't try to preach me about their beliefs. I mean, this school is going to take one period, out of four (excluding lunch, pshaw), of everyday for at least one semester of every year and just make me learn things I never believe happened! I'd be wasting twenty percent of my high school time being preached. I can use these 70 minutes for so much more. Sure, it has that slim chance of converting me, but if not, what will this knowledge of the bible do for me in life? Make me understand the opposite side more when engaging in religious debates? Get real. I can be using this period to take an extra science or math. Or maybe an advanced English class, but religion? Seriously? What's my resume gonna look like?

Fantastic. Offense not intended. Srsly.


But yeah, I didn't actually mind very much until I found out my boyfriend was going to the public school. blerrgh. *stupid* But yeah, the more I think about it, the better it is to go to BOSS. Sure it might not be very new and has some huge douchebags in it, but according to the new Secondary School rankings, BOSS is 14/718 (throughout Ontario). For a 2 year old school, that's pretty amazing. An overall ranking of 9.2/10? Yeahh. Brother Andre actually placed way lower than I would've expected, I shit you not, 161/718. They wanted me to go to this school, which costs like, 200 bucks to be in, not including the orientation trip and uniform. The other option was Markville SS, 71, not bad, although I still don't understand why someone would want to go there over the more practical option. PET, the AP-offering French emersion school ranked like, 5th, which is pretty amazing, but considering the trouble the one guy in the school went through to get into it..blah. And I totally would have applied for the Arts York program at Unionville High (6th) if I had thought that bussing was an option at the time. *stupid*

I'm still going to BOSS, though.
Anyway, I'm excited for high school. x3 And I'm getting sick of my banner.

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I miss my PC.

My mom's taking it to get repaired today by a family friend who happens to be a computer tech (Like...all our family friends are.). I kinda doubt he'll fix it because it needs a new power supply, and only my dad is enough of a pushover to give somebody something like that.

Ah well. I'm excited though, I can't wait to start scanning some of the things I've drawn traditionally, and start doing more digital work too. I also wanna install a new MMO that I might start playing with a friend. Wheee~

Also, I've tried out some new recipes and confirmed that they are delish. 8D [Yes, I bake.]

Honey Cake (From Winnie the Pooh greeting card)

3 C. flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tbs. cinnamon
1 tbs. baking soda
1/2 C. shortening
1 C. white sugar
3 eggs
3/4 C. honey
2 tsp. orange zest
1/2 C. plumped raisins
1 C. black coffee

In a large mixing bowl, sift flour, baking soda, cinnamon and baking powder.

In a separate bowl, cream together shortening and sugar. Gradually add the eggs one at a time, alternately with the honey.

To wet mixture, add dry ingredients alternately with the coffee. Do not overbeat.

Fold in zest and raisins.

Pour batter into greased 10" tube pan and bake for 1hr at 325°F or until a toothpick comes out clean.

Cool 30 minutes, and remove from pan to cool completely.


Apple Oatmeal Cookies

1 C. all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
1/2 C. shortening
3/4 C. white sugar
2 eggs
1 C. rolled oats
1 C. diced and peeled apples
1 C. chopped walnuts

Preheat oven to 350°F

In a large bowl, cream together shortening and sugar. Beat in eggs until well blended.

Sift flour, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt; stir into sugar mixture until well blended.

Fold in walnuts, apples and oats.

Drop dough by spoonfuls of about 2" onto ungreased baking sheets.

Bake for 12-15m, cool on wire racks.

Lengthening the night...pushing back the dawn

This xkcd comic is one the sweetest and most brilliant things I have ever read. Sweet without cliche; that's hard to come by nowadays.

Confession Stand

Sorry guys. Removed because people are stupid.

A red hot ceramic plate.

« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):
you know what i'd like to see?
im 14 so obey >:0 says (10:41 PM):
wot
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):
a ceramic plate being heated up so dangerously that it turns fucking red hot
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):
and if you touch it the skin on your fingers fucking disintagrate
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:42 PM):
and its like a trickling effect and the rest of your hand starts to go into burning PAIN too and while you scream for help your fucking asshole friends bring you a bowl of salt and theyre like HAY STICK IT IN HERE IT'LL HELP
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):
so because you're in such a state of bewilderness you listen to that assbag and you dunk your now half disintagrated hand into the bowl of salt
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):
and you pull it out and start screaming at dog pitch levels
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):
and you're still in too fucking much pain to kill the guy so you run around and you see a lemon
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:44 PM):
and BECAUSE you're in such a state of bewilderness you see a lemon and automatically think REFRESHING so you take the lemon juice from the fridge and release all its JUICY GOODNESS onto your bloody, burning hand
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):
and now you're really in pain as your salty, slightly marinated hand is now SIZZLING AND BURNING AS IT SLOWLY DETERIORATES TO YOUR WRIST
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):
and now you having nothing left but a fucking arm so now you start running around screaming in pain
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):
and your mother who is now extremely annoyed calls a doctor who, after hearing your pitchy squeals on the phone agrees to make a house call
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
upon arrival, he duct tapes your mouth shut and examines what's left of your arm
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
which, is just about a stub from the elbow up
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
and he says ah! and he takes out his cleaning swabs
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
and as you struggle to get the alcohol away from your raw. bleeding flesh
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
he straps you onto the chair so now you're in a real fucking vulnerable position
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):
and he slowly, ever so slowly dabs the alcohol swab on your wound
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):
now you're screaming so fucking loudly that your mouth cavity actually opens up to such an unimaginable, unhuman size that the duct tape actually slowly peels off
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):
and now the doctor and your mom arent disturbed anymore
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:48 PM):
but the local dogs are squealing in pain as your pitches start to form cracks in the glass in your display cabinet
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:48 PM):
and now your mom notices that her swarovski swan's head is starting to fall off so she sticks a shoe in your mouth and screams SHUT UP YOU'RE RUINING MY CRYSTALS
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
and now, gagged with a shoe in your mouth and your arm now completely gone and your shoulder starting to chip away
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
the doctor finally sighs and walks over to your mother
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
he shakes his head and leaves
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
your mom, now angry at the world just jumps out the first story window and runs away
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
and now you're gagged with half a shoulder and no left arm and there are salt particles in your raw flesh and alcohol stinging your eyes for some reason and just then your friend comes over
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
and he says hey, shut the fuck up and lets go party!
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
and you stop screaming.
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
your half shoulder starts to relax
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
the shoe falls out of your mouth
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
and your friend cuts the straps and with the duct tape still hanging off the side of your cheek
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
you nod and get into his car.
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
....
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
anyway, i have a hot dog to eat. brb.

Merry Christmas

SDFafjlffwalef;awe *gained 15lbs*



Bluurp. Merry Christmas nooblays.

His penis shattered my world

I just read an article on xkcd's blag about some phrases that had no hits on Google. "His penis shattered my world" was one of them--I was shocked for a full 30 seconds. How is it possible that nobody on the intertubez has mentioned that? Woowwies.

Christmas Update~!

Yayy! Merry Christmas, stalkers. Don't go "OMG ITS HAPPY HOLIDAYS NOW OMG WTFBBQ" 'cuz merry Christmas sounds better. I'm an atheist and I'm not offended so you have no right to be offended either. Dickwads...

Anyway, the new Christmassy green+red layout will stay 'til probably a week after Christmas, if, that is, if I'm not lazy enough. Credits to semota for the awesome photo used in the banner. Permission was not requested so I didn't bother, but credits are always due~ *good girl*


..Anyway. I'm done. Carry on with your lives, m'underlings.

Once you go black, we're outta Iraq.

Yay Obama won.

No further comments.

P.S. Yay, new banner/colour scheme. Stay warm, twits, niggers and squares.

Update for Sharon.

She called me a bitch. *offended*

Blaah. I'm fucked up. Roy Thompson Hall today, watched some boring ass concert. The only thing really interesting there was the superior amount of hot white high school guys. *__* But, being the fucked up little shit I am, I didn't pay much attention to them. I spent my time staring at one of their TEACHERS. Probably in his mid twenties or so.

He was fucking hot.

Anyway, someone called my name and ran off outside the hall. To whoever that is: Fuck you. Now I'm sitting here wondering who the hell recognized me in a mob of secondary school students.

In other news, I need to pee.


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