Dear Kate Spade

Your wallets are neat and convenient and all, but they're a bit overpriced. I could make one just as good for 1/20th of the price, customized and all.

Yours truly,
Kaleidoughscope.

P.S. This is my actual blog post.

So today was a thoroughly enjoyable day, I woke up a little later than I wanted to, but it wasn't trouble because my acquaintance was late as well for our meeting. After exploring Mini-Stonehenge, BoldLewin and I decided to be on our merry toward Cedarvale Ravine, since it is, after all, a very nice place for frolicking. On our way there, we met a very nervous and stricken Sonata just coming out of a convenience store. After our little greetings and farewells, we marched off to the ravine, went through it (I must admit, it was a nice day, and a walk down memory lane), and ended up at the Forest Hill Village. During the ravine, I displayed my Jesus-like prowess in the form of object levitation, picture to be posted.

After some coffee or whatever, the Eaton centre was just a streetcar and subway ride away. For the first time, ladies and gentlemen who consist of my blog readers, I entered Abercrombie & Fitch, the store. Yes, I am publicly stating my entry into that store, but you will no doubt be relieved to know that I did not actually buy anything, I merely stood around, was used as a sort of reacher-ladder for clothes too high on the shelves, and sat on the nice comfy leathery couches whilst BoldLewin stood in an ever-increasing line of people waiting to try the little outfits they picked out in the changerooms.

Did I ever tell you, dear reader, one of my common habits? When I have nothing to do, and I'm just standing around waiting or something, I take out a deck of Bicycle cards from a hidden pocket in my coat and just play around with the cards.

So after a nice romantic lunch consisting of gooey cheap-quality Ontario poutine, there was some more shopping at the Eaton Centre. I myself bought a little something at The Body Shop, this very nice moisturizing cream, made with hemp, and I think it smells divine. Others would dislike it, but it's right up my alley. I love it.

So, after a not-so-tearful goodbye at a subway station, me and BoldLewin parted ways, where I returned home, took a little nap, and finished off some applications for summer school.

Yes, summer school.
I'm taking three courses, which will be a bit of handful, but I'm very happy with the way it turned out.

I'm taking Writer's Craft and Anthro/Socio/Psycho Grade Twelve over Virtual School (yay! I spend much time on the computer anyway).

Aaaand I'm taking remedial Advanced Functions for another easy credit (since I didn't go to half my classes, and failed every test, and did NO homework whatsoever during the course, I'm pretty happy I pulled off a 45).

Well, that's another blog entry for the day, have a good night folks.

Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast

Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

P-M-A-T

P is for prophase, the first in four
M is metaphase, there's only two more
A is anaphase, the separation of the core
T is telophase, where you will have one daughter cell more.

I thought it was absolutely brilliant anyway, I mean, writing a song for a culminating science project? Awesome.

So, my day was alright, I went to school to do a little presentation to my APS (Anthropology, Psychology, Sociology)(it's such a pain to have to say this everytime, because of course no one knows what APS stands for till you tell them) teacher, coincidentally, about "the blogging subculture". Yes, I argued that bloggers were part of a subculture, and she seemed to like it, so that was nice.

Because Ms. Birrell was done walking around asking people about their subcultures, she decided that the class should get back to painting the mural near the staffroom. In a bold and daring move, I perfected the art of escapism, vanishing around the corner of a hallway on our way to the mural to "vanish" myself downstairs in the guidance office. You must understand, I'm a terrible artist (my 26 in IB art last year speaks for itself), and I really didn't feel like blessing the school with some half-assed drawing of some stick-people holding hands chanting "EQUALITY YEAAAAH!". Apologies to my group members who did in fact stick around to paint.

So yes, in the guidance office, I met with Mr. Hartill to see if I could schedule some summer school classes. He was doubtful at first that I'd be able to do three credits, but everything turned out just fine! He printed like a dozen pages of paperwork that I will have to get to sometime soon. I'll be working with the catholics (gasp!) for my Writer's Craft course, which I will be taking online.

If my blog posts suddenly start looking nicer and wittier, and more literary-ish, you can thank the Pope.

And then remedial Advanced Functions will be a bit of a doozy, though it's only a month and a few hours per day, and if I show up to class and do my homework, my mark will be high, and considering I haven't done ANY homework at all this year in math, much less come to class, it's a win-win situation! Less time spent on math, good grades nonetheless!

... Oh gawd it's not, Math during the summer is just awful.

Well, sleep time, dawgs.

Piece.

Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast

Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.