Well last night, I did get some sleep but the dream was evil.
I dreamt that I got myself an easy slack-off job that paid $50 per hour and I only had to work 3 hours a day. I was so happy because that meant all my worries just disappeared. Like the $130 for the driving instructor's car, the expensive insurance and all that mumbo jumbo responsibilities.
*sigh, if only things disappeared that easily, everybody would be happy; but careless.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Today = Death
Well, today started out like any other day except, my right hand nails were painted.
When I took out my bike to get ready to start the long journey to school I discovered such a terrible thing! My back tire is warped. That is not good, and it started to start a small snowball effect. With the tire warped, the back brakes kept hitting up against the tire making it impossible, or extremely hard to well, move. So I had to do what I had to do, I dismantled the brakes for now, until I fix my tire. So now I have (barely) only the front brakes, but that is fine. My bicycle has been abused so much in the last eight months, it is unbelievable. So to nobodies surprise the chain is EXTREMELY rusted. Rusted to the point where it sounds like medal grinding medal for every push on the pedals. My bike is dying.
At school I had a math quiz, oh it was extremely easy. My teacher has the intelligence of your average fire hydrant. Me and my neighbour just worked on the "quiz" together. Keep in mind though, I had to cover my nails so I wouldn't be teased(although I could care less what other people think of me). I did however flaunt my nails to the girls because, they won't threaten to kill me. One girl said she loved me because I didn't care what other people thought of me. I believe that is a good quality of mine. Anyways...
During my Law class, my teacher (Mr. Ball) who I love oh so dearly because he is old. I like older teachers because they've been around and seen way more than me. He also acts like one of us. Like he doesn't care if he gets fired, he has been voted by the graduating class 3 - 4 years in a row for the best teacher. So, in my law class as usual all Mr. Ball did was lecture us, and take up some questions from the previous day. To be honest, I fell asleep a couple times to catch up with the lack of sleep from last night *points to previous post*.
My "Introduction to Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology" class or "anthro" as I like to call it is probably the most boring class ever. I am not interested in that course yet. We just finished our Anthropology unit, which I hate because I could care less about the neanderthals and all other species before them. We are starting a new unit of Psychology which looks like something I'd be interested in, hopefully I will be. I had a supply teacher today who replaced my regular teacher (Ms. Hollingsworth) my supply teacher (Mr. Cohen) is an amazing supply teacher. He is nice and well respected by everybody, so if Mr. Cohen asks you nicely to do your work, you would do it.
During my English class, which the teacher (Ms. Emmett) I utterly hate to no end. Probably because she is barely 23 years old and is the biggest slut in the world. Every time she attempts to teach, I can't take her seriously because she reminds me of my beloved older sister Frances who is the same age as her. When I think of Fran trying to teach me something I just laugh. Honestly though, I've laughed a couple times at Ms. Emmett because somewhere deep inside me tells me I am smarter than her, just because I believe she is too young to be teaching grade eleven English. She should be teaching kindergarten until she reached a respectable high school teacher age of like... 40. Anyways, in my English class we are doing a unit on music, which I honestly think is a complete waste of my time. Every class for the past week all we do is sit there listening to music. Today she was basically selling us our homework. There was a CD with five instrumental songs on it and we had to pick one to write lyrics for, she is selling each CD for 50 cents. I refuse to pay for my classwork not only because it is illegal to download FREE music and sell it, but because I shouldn't have to pay my teacher to do her job.
After school, I played a long game of road hockey. I played goalie for a bit and played as a forward for the rest of the game. There was this one kid, named Eric and he called me "fat-ass". I laughed so hard, how can I possibly be a so-called "fat-ass"? I then asked him where he gets off saying that to me. To ME!! Okay, well anyways he kept running his mouth so I challenged him to a one-on-one game of road hockey up to six. It was the roughest game I have played in a while. I checked him and slashed him so many times to the point of which he went home. To be honest he beat me 6 - 3, but I was too busy giving him a rough time. After he left we continued to play. I am dead. My body is dead. Dead tired that is. I am just going to lay on my comfy couch with a can of coke and find something on the boob tube.
When I took out my bike to get ready to start the long journey to school I discovered such a terrible thing! My back tire is warped. That is not good, and it started to start a small snowball effect. With the tire warped, the back brakes kept hitting up against the tire making it impossible, or extremely hard to well, move. So I had to do what I had to do, I dismantled the brakes for now, until I fix my tire. So now I have (barely) only the front brakes, but that is fine. My bicycle has been abused so much in the last eight months, it is unbelievable. So to nobodies surprise the chain is EXTREMELY rusted. Rusted to the point where it sounds like medal grinding medal for every push on the pedals. My bike is dying.
At school I had a math quiz, oh it was extremely easy. My teacher has the intelligence of your average fire hydrant. Me and my neighbour just worked on the "quiz" together. Keep in mind though, I had to cover my nails so I wouldn't be teased(although I could care less what other people think of me). I did however flaunt my nails to the girls because, they won't threaten to kill me. One girl said she loved me because I didn't care what other people thought of me. I believe that is a good quality of mine. Anyways...
During my Law class, my teacher (Mr. Ball) who I love oh so dearly because he is old. I like older teachers because they've been around and seen way more than me. He also acts like one of us. Like he doesn't care if he gets fired, he has been voted by the graduating class 3 - 4 years in a row for the best teacher. So, in my law class as usual all Mr. Ball did was lecture us, and take up some questions from the previous day. To be honest, I fell asleep a couple times to catch up with the lack of sleep from last night *points to previous post*.
My "Introduction to Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology" class or "anthro" as I like to call it is probably the most boring class ever. I am not interested in that course yet. We just finished our Anthropology unit, which I hate because I could care less about the neanderthals and all other species before them. We are starting a new unit of Psychology which looks like something I'd be interested in, hopefully I will be. I had a supply teacher today who replaced my regular teacher (Ms. Hollingsworth) my supply teacher (Mr. Cohen) is an amazing supply teacher. He is nice and well respected by everybody, so if Mr. Cohen asks you nicely to do your work, you would do it.
During my English class, which the teacher (Ms. Emmett) I utterly hate to no end. Probably because she is barely 23 years old and is the biggest slut in the world. Every time she attempts to teach, I can't take her seriously because she reminds me of my beloved older sister Frances who is the same age as her. When I think of Fran trying to teach me something I just laugh. Honestly though, I've laughed a couple times at Ms. Emmett because somewhere deep inside me tells me I am smarter than her, just because I believe she is too young to be teaching grade eleven English. She should be teaching kindergarten until she reached a respectable high school teacher age of like... 40. Anyways, in my English class we are doing a unit on music, which I honestly think is a complete waste of my time. Every class for the past week all we do is sit there listening to music. Today she was basically selling us our homework. There was a CD with five instrumental songs on it and we had to pick one to write lyrics for, she is selling each CD for 50 cents. I refuse to pay for my classwork not only because it is illegal to download FREE music and sell it, but because I shouldn't have to pay my teacher to do her job.
After school, I played a long game of road hockey. I played goalie for a bit and played as a forward for the rest of the game. There was this one kid, named Eric and he called me "fat-ass". I laughed so hard, how can I possibly be a so-called "fat-ass"? I then asked him where he gets off saying that to me. To ME!! Okay, well anyways he kept running his mouth so I challenged him to a one-on-one game of road hockey up to six. It was the roughest game I have played in a while. I checked him and slashed him so many times to the point of which he went home. To be honest he beat me 6 - 3, but I was too busy giving him a rough time. After he left we continued to play. I am dead. My body is dead. Dead tired that is. I am just going to lay on my comfy couch with a can of coke and find something on the boob tube.
Can't get any sleep!
I did not get any sleep last night, and I probably won't get much sleep in the nights to come. My road test keeps playing through in my head. I can't sleep because I keep thinking to myself what would happen, if I got the $130 to use my instructors car, or if I had to use my dad's car or the worst dreaded possibility, having to cancel my test because I don't have a car to use.
Argh, then I think about what will happen if I pass, what I would do. It is like Christmas eve, I cannot sleep when I am excited.
Ugh, hurry up Tuesday so I can get everything done and over with.
Argh, then I think about what will happen if I pass, what I would do. It is like Christmas eve, I cannot sleep when I am excited.
Ugh, hurry up Tuesday so I can get everything done and over with.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
What a wonderful day
I spent this lovely day with my lovely girlfriend. We went to the mall and basically "window" shopped. We didn't buy anything so we took the bus back to her place.
We watched a movie called "Diary Of A Mad Black Woman". It was a good movie. I liked it, and more importantly she loved it. After that we played Medal Of Honor Heroes and then she painted my nails. So basically I had a wonderful day and to top it off, I got to drive home. *sigh* I like driving.
So now I have my right hand nails painted pink and no nail polish remover. *sigh. Whatever, I'll just go to school tomorrow with painted nails, because I am cool like that.
We watched a movie called "Diary Of A Mad Black Woman". It was a good movie. I liked it, and more importantly she loved it. After that we played Medal Of Honor Heroes and then she painted my nails. So basically I had a wonderful day and to top it off, I got to drive home. *sigh* I like driving.
So now I have my right hand nails painted pink and no nail polish remover. *sigh. Whatever, I'll just go to school tomorrow with painted nails, because I am cool like that.
I get to go
Well, Tara agreed to let me go to the mall with her, as long as I don't call her fat and ugly, which I'm 87% sure I never said those two words directed towards her. I will call her pretty :).
I have to take the bus but I only have one bus ticket, so what I will do is walk there and take the bus back. I don't know how long it will take me to get to the mall, but I'll give myself an hour and fifteen minutes to get there.
Hopefully, this will help our relationship last longer and still have her love.
Before I planned to go to the mall, I arranged with some friends of mine to play hockey today, but I could play hockey with them any day, and I'd rather Tara over hockey as well. Well, they can play without me, hopefully.
I also have my road test for my G2 license on Tuesday, but I can't get it out of my head. I need $130 to use my instructors car, and I've already booked my instructors car so I could use it on that day, now if I don't get the money I'd have to cancel with my instructor and hopefully get to use my father's car, which I am not used to. If he won't let me use his car, then I am royally screwed. I would have to cancel my road test and lose the money I paid for the road test and would have to get the money back somehow and book another one.
So basically, me getting my G2 license on Tuesday April 4th rides on the $130. Hopefully I can get it. If not I need to know 48 hours in advance of my road test so I don't actually lose the money I paid for the road test.
I have to take the bus but I only have one bus ticket, so what I will do is walk there and take the bus back. I don't know how long it will take me to get to the mall, but I'll give myself an hour and fifteen minutes to get there.
Hopefully, this will help our relationship last longer and still have her love.
Before I planned to go to the mall, I arranged with some friends of mine to play hockey today, but I could play hockey with them any day, and I'd rather Tara over hockey as well. Well, they can play without me, hopefully.
I also have my road test for my G2 license on Tuesday, but I can't get it out of my head. I need $130 to use my instructors car, and I've already booked my instructors car so I could use it on that day, now if I don't get the money I'd have to cancel with my instructor and hopefully get to use my father's car, which I am not used to. If he won't let me use his car, then I am royally screwed. I would have to cancel my road test and lose the money I paid for the road test and would have to get the money back somehow and book another one.
So basically, me getting my G2 license on Tuesday April 4th rides on the $130. Hopefully I can get it. If not I need to know 48 hours in advance of my road test so I don't actually lose the money I paid for the road test.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Complicated
Well in the past Tara (my girlfriend), has liked this other guy Devon and it made me oh so jealous. When I heard they skipped two classes and both times they almost kissed each other I was furious. We got over it and second semester has started. Now they don't see each other very often.
Lately though, she has been e-mailing Devon asking him what would become of them two if they have kissed. They also talked about how they would like to be alone with one another sometime soon.
Should I be worried? Or are they just two friends that want to see each other? With the past those two have shared together, I should be worried. I am.
Well, tomorrow she has the literacy test and I don't because I have already taken the test. I'm afraid that tomorrow will be her and Devon's chance to be alone together. I have asked Tara if I can join her in going to the mall, but she insists that I stay home because apparently I called her fat and ugly, which I would never say those things to her.
So, ya ... that is what is on my mind now. I don't want to leave her, I want her to love and want to be with me, not Devon.
Lately though, she has been e-mailing Devon asking him what would become of them two if they have kissed. They also talked about how they would like to be alone with one another sometime soon.
Should I be worried? Or are they just two friends that want to see each other? With the past those two have shared together, I should be worried. I am.
Well, tomorrow she has the literacy test and I don't because I have already taken the test. I'm afraid that tomorrow will be her and Devon's chance to be alone together. I have asked Tara if I can join her in going to the mall, but she insists that I stay home because apparently I called her fat and ugly, which I would never say those things to her.
So, ya ... that is what is on my mind now. I don't want to leave her, I want her to love and want to be with me, not Devon.
Too Early
Every weekday, I have to wake up at six in the morning. That is way too early, seeing how my school starts at 8:3o. But, you see... I leave quite far from the school, but I ride my bike and most of the time I stop off in the morning to see my girlfriend and end up leaving my bike there and walking with Tara the rest of the way to school.
But every morning, my alarm clock goes off at 6 AM, and every nine minutes until 6:30 AM I hit the snooze button expecting it to all go away. I then turn on the computer, make a bowl of cereal and turn on the NHL network to see hockey highlights from the night before. Then I basically just fool around on the computer until 6:50. That is when I begin to get ready, you know... brush my teeth... and all that other hygienic stuff.
Well, it is 6:48 AM. I should leave to start getting ready for school,
But every morning, my alarm clock goes off at 6 AM, and every nine minutes until 6:30 AM I hit the snooze button expecting it to all go away. I then turn on the computer, make a bowl of cereal and turn on the NHL network to see hockey highlights from the night before. Then I basically just fool around on the computer until 6:50. That is when I begin to get ready, you know... brush my teeth... and all that other hygienic stuff.
Well, it is 6:48 AM. I should leave to start getting ready for school,
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)