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.

Alegría

'ello 'ello.

This'll be a very standard blog, nothing fancy.

IB History HL exam in um. Four days! And five days! It's a five hour exam you see, three parts to it and all. I've studied a lot of pages from this textbook, but it's really only been one subject, and there's sooo much more stuff to study, urgh.

Trotsky is so cool, he had this train he used to ride around during the civil war, it had a propaganda-making machine inside it, food, communications devices and all. Talk about a pimped out ride, and he rode all around Russia inspiring troops, which apparently helped a lot.

The night time is a very a neat place. There are many things that happen at night that can only be seen at night, it's very cool indeed. I must emphasize that I have not discovered the night alone, but rather had it shown to me.

High school's end is just around the corner (I'd make a pun involving Mr. Corner here but alas I have none), and it's severely depressing. It really is, I feel depressed whenever I think about it. Most people I talk to are awfully glad to be leaving high school forever, but it makes me very sad thinking I won't be able to wander the hallways like I usually do at lunch or whatever. I meet a lot of people that way, and though I do get told mean things from time "Do you HAVE any friends, Gabe?" (that comment having been told to me after my fifth circling around of the third floor), it's a sort of ritual, I suppose.

I am, of course, excited for Katimavik, with my departure set for September 17th, and my package detailing where my three locations will be to arrive sometime in the near future. But it's really scary, I can only describe this fear by comparing it to claustrophobia: for nine months, I won't be able to have physical human contact with any of the people I have come to know through the years. Though I'm not exactly a social person, and as such you may be tempted to think "but Gabe, you never did anything anyway", it's more of the fact that I WON'T have the chance to do something even if I wanted to that bugs me.

So, I suppose I should make the most of what's left huh?

We'll see what happens.

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P.S. Ha ha, have fun with your 18-22 hours of IB exams, IB'ers.
P.P.S. Yes, I realize that I have school left whereas you're all done after those grueling hours, but shh.

Katima-Hyping + A Miracle Dig

Soon, I will find a way to describe everything with Katimavik. "Oh em gee, these katima-pickles are katima-awesome".

You know why?

Good day Gabriel

This message is to inform you that you have been selected to participate in the first phase of the program, which will begin on September 17^th. We would like you to call us back at xxxx-xxx-xxxx #xxxx so that we can give you more information on what will come ahead.
Thank you and have a great day,
[REDACTED]
Katimavik Participant’s Office

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. It's like that feeling you get when all you grade twelves got your damn University apps (yes, I'm jealous, since I haven't applied this year). But now I've got something. Now I know what I'm doing next year, instead of rotting away in an academic institution, I'll be having one hell of a time. Nine months. I'll get my mail package about the three destinations I'll be going to sometime during the summer and stuff. Hopefully I'll go somewhere in B.C.! They usually have B.C. destinations. That would be ill.

So yeah, I kinda skipped this morning, wasn't feeling up to par and blah blah. But I only missed IB history, which is just review for the big giant exam in a couple of weeks, and Calc. Bahhhh. I'll go this afternoon, promise. "STOP SKIPPING GABE!"

Yours in Katima-Hype,

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