La Prom(enade)

Yeah yeah, let's make it official, shall we? Through my blog.

It seems that, after numerous efforts from many, many people and bribes of all sorts (my friend Superphia offered me a spicy burrito, believe it or not), I have succumbed. Yes, I, Gabriel, am officially announcing my candidature at VRA's prom @ the Eglinton Grand. Let's ignore the fact for a second that I was clearly a member of the anti-prom committee, and examine why I'm choosing to go.

Primo: "IT'S YOUR PROM MAN, YOU HAVE TO GO TO PROM MAN, YOU'LL REGRET IT FOREEEEVER". Really, the only reason anyone's ever given me.

Secundo: The 80 bucks isn't coming out of my own pocket =D (oh the things I could do with 80 dollars).

Tertio: I'm going to spend my night doing nothing anyway, so, well, an 80 dollar party might be... something.

However awkward the prom may turn out to be, I do not think I shall cut my hair for the occasion. Yes, I may trim it (the amount of "OMG ARE THOSE SPLIT ENDZ LOLZ" I get per day is staggering, but upon further examination of my hair, it's not thaaaaat bad...), but cutting it would be too much. I mean, come on, I have a reputation to keep, people expect me to show up with long hair, and I will.

Now for the clothing situation... Hmm... Well, I have zero formal attire. I think it's absolutely ridiculous that I HAVE to buy a tux and HAVE to have nice dress shoes and blah blah. I think that's way too old-fashioned. C'mon guys, we're not in the fifties anymore. But ah well, I'm willing to forgo everything I stand for, if for just one night.

As for finding a limo and a date, I won't worry too much about that.

Cheers to you, Mrs. Robinson!

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The Flame of Youth

Goodness, the IB history exam is overrrr. It really wasn't a pain, and it gave me an excuse to miss a few days of school. Of course, I won't mention how much of a pain the exams must be for the real IB'ers, but ha, all I can say is that you got yourselves into it.

I baked cookies yesterday. They were delicious. 'nuff said.

Today was a very wasteful day. I slept in till like 11:30, skipping Calculus in the process, but I had a spare first period because history is goooone. Had an enjoyable lunch, and went to French class, where we weren't doing anything anyway because of oral presentations... And then I went to APS, but we had a supply teacher, so I went home. So really, coming to school was mostly pointless.

A rather boring week ahead, it seems. I have to go to Yorkville and snap pictures for my french culminating, a load of fun that will be for sure. Anyone wanna tag along? :( Didn't think so. But, on the other hand, exploring Toronto is pretty cool sometimes. Especially since Yorkville is (well rather, used to be) hippie-haven. Yep, all the hippies were at one point connected to Yorkville until it became Yuppie-town. Now it's all fancy boutiques and stuff. What a shame...

If I find anything interesting in Yorkville, I might post a few pictures here. I daresay I should add much, much more visuals. But hey! I uploaded a couple of new things to the right, over there ------>.

Well, toodelioo.

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That boy needs therapy.

Well, I had Papers One and Two of my HL IB Exam... Paper One, was, as expected, quite easy. Paper Two was a huge pain. The way it works is that Paper One makes you write just enough so that your fingers feel a bit tired, then they give you a ten minute break till the real torture comes: an hour and a half of writing essays. I talked about the causes of WW1 and 2, and then about Lenin's legacy.

The worst is yet to come though: Paper Three consists of two and a half hours of writing three essays. If my wrist and fingers were on fire before, now they'll be incinerated.

I must say it was one of my most stressful times of my life, last night - I was under considerable stress not only from the exam, but from something much, much more important which unfortunately must again remain unnamed.

And more stress tonight... Which three options shall I pick for my essays?! I still haven't decided.

I wish the exam was at 12:45 again, that would be so nice... Though I must pity those who are taking the IB math exam, ha, ha.

2/3.

Such a nice number, compared to, oh, what is it, 3/15 or so? Heehee.

So long, commentless observers who nonetheless read my blog.

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AAAAAH

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Paper one and two in TWELVE HOURS or less. RISE AND RULE OF SINGLE PARTY STATES? Aaaah. Causes practices and effects of war?! NO CLUE. Cold War? WON'T EVEN BOTHER.

My only comfort is having read the entire Lenin/Stalin textbook over the weekend... WHY AM I BLOGGING. MUST STUDY.

MUST WRITE ESSAYS.

PANICCC.