Depuis L'Automne

Well, when I feel a little better, I'll be sure to make a blog entry about prom night, but for now, I'm really not feeling it.

There's something I love right now, it's the storm outside. It's magical, though it's really dark, the thunder is booming, the lightning is flashing, the rain is pelting, and as I'm listening to Harmonium, it's a bit enthralling, making me forget.

I had to wake up early today to go write the french exam, and it was just awful. The room, it was suffocating, I almost felt like I was going to pass out right there. I finished about 35 minutes in, and had to correct the lazy teacher (hypocrite, I know) on a couple questions which made no sense.

The rest of the time, the only thing I could do is sit and wait at the desk for what seemed like a long, long time.

Though I am sick in a little more than two ways, I still think I'll go walk outside after the storm's done, whenever in the night that happens to be. It's really pure and all, after a big rainstorm, and you can just feel the energy all around you.

So a few nights ago, I couldn't sleep at all for the whole night, I spent it twisting and turning in my bed. It was on a hot day, that's for sure. You see, my room kind of sticks out of the house, and it's not very well insulated, so during the winter, it gets really cold, and during the summer... Well, since it's at the top of the house, sticking out, it gets really, really warm. So it makes sense that I couldn't sleep. Luckily, I found the old AC-fridge-machine thing, and I put it on the window (it's a pity though, now I can't go sit outside on the roof), so it keeps my room nice and frosty. I hope it doesn't guzzle up too much energy. And it's kind of loud, but the drone helps me sleep.

As I walk around the house, I usually see the cats just kind of lying there, looking all chill. And when they're smart, they go downstairs where it's nice and cool.

My outlook on life at the moment isn't the most positive, but, well, as Monty Python puts it so well:

Always look on the bright side of life,
Always look on the light side of life.

So that's it folks.

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.

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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.

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Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

Right Now

Whoa, so it's been a pretty shitty day. I woke up at about 4 pm, dreadfully tired, and with light searing my eyes.

So, basically, I went to this Prom after-party at Melissa's house. Of course, me not being involved in Weston's prom, I arrived before all the prom kids were there. A bunch of people also not from Weston were there, and I had to convince them I knew Melissa, but luckily, I was on "The List". The first half of the night wasn't bad, and I remember most of it. Most people there were pretty cool, though I don't remember their names at all. I doubt anyone new I met there remembers mine either.

I was handed a half-empty beer bottle for starters, and upon their insistence that "Omg it's free booze take it", I did. It was a bit silly, because the prom kids arrived with boxes of beer anyway, which was ill.

I remember actually dancing a bit, first to some sort of metal (which was perfect, given the state of my crazy hair, much jumping around), and then some slower stuff, which was more awkward with the girl I was dancing with, and then I gave up.

And then Allister(I think?) was walking around with free vodka shots (I'll admit, I'm a moocher), and then after that, well... My memory is actually hazier. I remember being kicked outside the house along with everyone else for some reason, and then told to come back in. I remember someone asking my name and then me telling them I was named after the messenger angel. And then she guessed my name. And I was just "O_O" for ages, I think.

And then I remember going into this cab-van, which someone had ordered and then they had left, so I felt bad for the cabbie and took the van cab home, even though it ended up costing me like 30 bucks. He was a chill guy though, he was telling me about the textbook they have to read to memorize the streets.

So, yeah, not a major headache right now, but I dislike light.

A waste of a day.

Prom in less than a week, got my suit and stuff yesterday. Looks pretty cool, I guess. But I guess I'll have to wear it again, since I did buy it, and don't want all my money to go to waste.

This is me, signing off with perfect grammer and speling,

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Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.