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September 20, 2009

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fetal position much?

August 26, 2009

so, it’s been a while since I last rambled on here. Truth be told, summer (after Toronto) was pretty much filled with simple relaxation time — stay up until 4 in the morning on msn with Ed, Risa, and/or Mai, sleep until 10:30, wake up, play Pokemon, possibly make plans with Ed (since he was virtually the ONLY PERSON in Trinidad apart from Nic, who apparently was infected with a mysterious disease), possibly go to the mall, POSSIBLY to all these generic, yet LOVELY, things.
August the 19th was my 15th birthday. I didn’t do much — just went for lunch with Ed and had a Pokemonfest — but my party-esque/hang out/thing is probably going to be on Saturday. Mai is going to spend the night, and we’ll marathon Season 1 of Skins. I’m really looking forward to it, because Skins is so amazingly lovely. Mai thinks I’m a hybrid of (mainly)Cassie and (some)Effy, and Mai is pretty much Sid’s female carbon-copy. The “Sid-Cassie Moments” we have are priceless.
That aside, Summer has come to a close, and school has started again. It all feels so completely alien to me. It’s hard to believe that this is going to become a routine again.

In a nutshell: yesterday was terrible. I spent the most of it feeling like puking my guts out, I’d look around and there would be no Robin and no Mrs Chesler. It was horrible. Luckily, Mr. Kaster got ahold of Mrs. Chesler’s room (sorry, dude, it’ll be forever known as that), and so we didn’t have to go on some epic stake-out to find a new cafeteria substitute. Also on a good note, my shitty homeroom luck evaporated COMPLETELY: I was put in a homeroom with Ed; Mr. Blackburn’s — he’s a witty, cynical man, but these are obviously positive traits to me; thus, he’s absolutely brilliant. (Today, though, Lentz pulled some strings and got Ed and I into his homeroom. SO, SCORE! Now Mai, Ed and Jamie are in ONE homeroom — no more “Jamie bumming around” like I did for the past…what, 2 years of high school? Hahaa.)
Anyway. back to the first day. AP Biology put me in the worst mood ever. Our teacher was OBVIOUSLY trying to psychologically scar us. And she did. She was saying how “the workload will CRUSH you if you’re not GENUINELY INTERESTED in Biology” and I was like “AW SHIT I’M NOT GENUINELY INTERESTED IN BIOLOGY ;A;” I’ll admit, I’m good at it, and I’m definitely going to consider it for senior year (…maybe), but. Jesus Christ, that was too much for me to handle — even in “baby steps.” Plus I’m doing two other AP Courses, including the really big AP World History — so what’s the point of mucking up all of them just so I can do well in a subject which I’ll most likely not even bother to pursue? I talked it out extensively with my mother and father — and I’ll admit, I was sobbing the ENTIRE time — and we decided it was best to just drop out of it and focus on what’s important to me *right now*. It’s not like AP Courses rule the world, as most over-achievers in high school tend to preach — they do them all, wear themselves out, then just wither away later on. I was talking to one of my friends who is a Biology Major in a university in England, and she was telling me that she didn’t even sign up for AP Biology and it didn’t effect her Uni Education in any way. I don’t think I should spend most of high school being dragged down by too much work than I can handle. I don’t care because that’s not why I go to school. Sure, I’ll gladly do the work, but I really just want to develop REAL skills which I’ll REALLY use in life — not just learn shit for the sake of learning shit. :| If that means I’m not destined for any GLORIOUSLY ACADEMICALLY WONDERFUL fate, then so be it… I’d rather be happy anyway.
But thinking about the future makes me feel like rubbish, since I honestly have no clue what to do, so I’ll stop with that.
Back to school — English seems okay; I don’t have Blackburn as my English teacher, but I have Mr. Deery. He seems ridiculously strict, but I think his bark is worse than his bite. Today’s class was pretty good — despite the fact that before it, I asked Ed “what do we have now?” and he said “English” and I was like “Oh, so we can just stay in Chesler’s room… wait… oh.” Either way, it seems like an interesting class, and I hope that things work out. Psychology was sort of “meh” yesterday, but I really enjoyed it today. It’s one of the few classes which Mai, Ed and I have together — and it’s SO relaxing, despite it being an AP course. The class seems like it has the potential to grow close together, as a Psychology class should be. And we all sit around and crack jokes while doing what must be done, so that’s always enjoyable.
A.P. World History is pretty good — but the class is GIGANTIC. Like, overly full. I don’t know half of the people in it. History is history, though, and I’m a history junkie. SO IT CAN’T BE *THAT* BAD, though the whole “Grouping DBQs” thing which we’re currently practicing confuses me a lot.
Ed and I finally ended up in a Math class together — Pre-Calculus. Our abilities are pretty much the same in math — in that we’re not mathematical geniuses but we understand certain. stuff. It’s pretty weird having Math in an *English* room, though. As long as no (dull) math posters are stuck all over those bright green boards, then I’ll be fine — though I doubt such a thing can be avoided. Or can it? MATH CAN BE FUN… maybe.
Spanish 4 is grossly under-populated. The teacher — who is at least 600 years old — decked herself out in a new *bright pink* wardrobe. I know, what. She was also oddly enthusiastic. I guess she thinks that because the class is so tiny we will just be all quiet and sweet. Tomorrow’s our first full class — I’m hoping it ends up being at least *a little* bit as cracky as it was in Spanish 3. If not, I will be disappointed. ):

Overall… not bad. But still suckish.
The whole ~AP Biology~ thing really hit me hard though, I’m not sure why. I guess that’s what they call “knowing your limits” or something. At least my parents agreed with me and didn’t force me to — if they did that, I’d just want to crawl under a rock and die.
If I wrote this entry last night, there would be a considerably greater amount of whining. Today, however, was a very good day, so yes… Maybe I’ll make it. Here’s to hoping that this year doesn’t suck that much. :3

July 24, 2009

Stolen from my friend on lj ♥

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Pick an image.
c. Copy each image URL into Mosaic Maker.
d. Change rows to 3 and columns to 3.
e. Save the image and post it.

The Questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favourite colour?
3. What is your favourite food?
4. Favourite drink?
5. Dream vacation?
6. Favourite hobby?
7. What you want to be when you grow up?
8. What do you love most in life?
9. Best self-description?

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I never get tired of this quiz, it’s always so fun looking through all the pictures.

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Ze Toronto Trip

DAY ONE.
We (Ed + myself) got to the airport at 7 in the morning, and we got on the plane at around 9. :D

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The movie showing on the plane was the HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE, I shit you not. Rather than burning my eyes out of their sockets, I played Pokemon Platinum for the wholeeee flight. I also listened to music and went into trance-like states. I’m not crazy. )8
Ed read his Harry Potter book and took blurry pictures. Eh heh hehh.
We also had a creepy old guy sitting next to us on the plane — well, next to Ed — and he pretty much dozed on Ed’s shoulder the *whole* way up.

We didn’t take any pictures on the first day, aside from a few random ones on the plane, but, oh god. it. was. funnn.
We ~surprised~ Mai at her apartment, since us visiting in Toronto = a birthday present from her parents to Mai. (Hence why I never mentioned it before) And even though she had her little suspicions (I KNOW WE SURPRISED YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT), she was still ecstatic. We were all bouncing off the walls, it was crazy. I was *shaking* with excitement. I’ll never forget it. Her mother picked us up from the airport, and when we arrived at the apartment complex, she left to get the video camera to record the "OMG WHAT R YOU DOING HURR GUYZ" moment. Ed and I had to stand in front of the elevator, *perfectly quiet* as to not alert Mai of our noisy presence, for 3 minutes. Every 10 seconds, I poked Ed in the shoulder and asked, "ED DUDE CAN WE GO YET." And Ed would push me and say, "NO WE STILL HAVE x SECONDS." We hopped around silently for the 3 minutes, then sprinted down the corridor once it was up. It was brilliant.

The rest of that day was spent parading all over Toronto like a bunch of druggies.
→ Ed, Mai and I went down to the lake, where we chillaxed for the entire afternoon.
→ Ed karate-chopped a fly, RIGHT IN HALF.
→ We ate tons of pizza AND sushi. I have a light appetite, so I didn’t eat too much, but Ed pretty much died afterwards, since he ate… a plate of sushi and 3 slices of pizza. Plus ice cream and a shiteload of drinks.
→ Robin arrived at 11 that night, Robin and Ed watched some pointless gory horror film which I was *strongly against*, as I HATE that sort of thing, whilst Mai and I watched some Skins. PRETTY FABULOUS. Afterwards, we all watched Knowing together, it was pretty good. |D But the ending was a little, uh, woah.

THAT WAS DAY ONE. ♥

Day 2 = Warped Tour. My very first, to be specific. It was pretty fabulous, I don’t have much to compare it to (since only a few worthwhile bands come to Trinidad, and the crowd is always terrible), but still. A BLAST.
AND I GOT INTO NO FIGHTS THIS TIME. GO ME.

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= Mai, reading out the list of artists we were gunna check out.
The majority of bands on the original lineup bailed out (;o;), but we ended up watching tons. UNFORTUNATELY, we did not get to see Jeffrey Star. DO NOT JUDGE ME, I WANTED TO SEE HIM. oh well…

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After The Devil Wears Prada, we checked out 3OH!3. o3o I don’t like them that much, but it was fuuunnn. Please observe mohawk guy #345961 and his bright pink ears

CUE PICSPAM OF WARPED

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STORY TIME.
Mai smooshed her diet coke, and then Ed put it next to his. Then everyone was like, "it’s so TINY. omg it’s JAMIE!" And they lined up all the drinks. The other coke is mai and the water is Ed. I have dubbed Robin as the miscellaneous pouch in the corner, because she IS ALWAYS LAYING DOWN.

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idk what she was trying to do
ed and robin xD
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Robin, myself, and Mai. We were waiting for Antiflag to come on o3o
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And they… were epic. I WISH we rushed into that crowd, but we had really awesome seats on some miscellaneous railing, so w/e. THEY PLAYED A SONG BY THE CLASH. )8 We all sang along (badly), but eh. 8D
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We went for cotton candy afterwards.
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facial…hair…?
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blue lips :D

After that, we left.
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Mai took some other exit, so we ended up having a fence splitting us apart. We made a big commotion out of this, naturally.

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Mai’s mother was going to pick us up due to our lack of having a car, but uh. Something came up, and so, we were stranded by the highway for a good while. Like, 2 hours maybe?
oh, and that’s me kicking something impressively as ed "tsk tsk"s.

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IT WAS HERE, we were stranded just across the street (and a little up) from here. xD;;

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See? always laying down.
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Mai had to pee, so we bugged a security guard to let us into this weird theater-esque building to use the loo, rather than the fire hydrant.

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This is what I do when I’m bored

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I bought shades at a miscellaneous booth at Warped. :>

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I annoyed Mai by taking this picture, plus other variations of it
BUT IT’S SO CUTE

We went to the Hard Rock cafe afterwards…
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I could not tear my eyes away from this bass. IT’S SO EPIC OMG. ;;

THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH DAY 2. Warped and Hard Rock, and later that night, we went back to the lake (pictures are after Day 3, I explained why there) and when we got back we all watched Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist ♥! It was sososo good. ;; I bought the DVD later on. o3o

Mai and I went for a midnight stroll afterwards, walking Ed back to his hotel, in our pajamas. It was sort of cold, but eh. As we wandered, we saw a gay couple holding hands, they looked like they were 20 or 21? Anyway, we decided to stalk them because we were creepy and hyper, so we did for a while. Idiocy aside, it was really cute. In Trinidad, no one does that sort of thing, since everyone here = homophobic. So if anyone did, they’d probably get hell for it. Or hurt, which would be even worse. It’s a shame, and it pisses me off, but who cares; 2 more years and I’m *hopefully* out of here.

NOW, DAY 3.
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walking…

also, we’re wearing our OMGMATCHING Warped shirts (it was unplanned, I SWEAR. and mine was "Small," but SO BIG FOR ME LOL.)
people kept coming up to us and asking how the Tour was. This included a scruffy hobo holding up a sign saying "money for weed."

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also known as "heaven on earth." or something close to it.
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more walking
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AND SHOPPING.
Mai danced dirtily with that for a while. Ed got some stuff, and I bought 3 shirts and some more bracelets. o3o Robin bought 2 shirts, I think.
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effective advertising |Db
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olol
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We splurged at a candy parlor, then saw "God’s Garden." Of course, we *had* to go bum around in there. )8
God’s garden is littered with cigarettes, btw.
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From behind, this statue looks like a very saggy… man-part. We were behind it, and we kept speculating on what it * actually was*. Ed was the one who got up and investigated. He took a picture to show us, because we were too lazy to move.
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Robin’s white thighs… xDD
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Mai dozing
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This was actually not posed at all
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FAIL ON WHEELS. Robin = gopher, Jamie = chipmunk
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"EEEEDDD STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MEEEE D<"
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My "bling," according to Ed

Later on, we went to see a Shakespeare play in some random park. We got lost 5 times on the way, and we took no pictures during it. It was pretty good, though♥ Afterwards, we were all fkgdfkghyper like woah, so, uh.

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We wrapped Ed up in a blanket, he began calling himself "Voldemort" and screaming "EXPELLEARMUS" like a crazy person, and we all. guffawed. So hard. People stared. They stared a lot. )8
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d’aw
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possibly the most geeky picture of the entire trip…
…ed fell over after that one 8D;; We all went crashing down.

Okay, this is where the timeline breaks. We went to this lake every night throughout the entire trip, so it’s impossible to tell which lake-picture was taken on which day.
SO I’LL JUST LUMP IT ALL TOGETHER. xD

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We took Voldemort!blanket with us… this was the night of the Shakespeare play
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Robin is *still* laying down
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I hate flash. xDD DEER IN HEADLIGHTS

We were stalked by a strange man during our second lake-visit. He sat under a tree, straight behind us, for the entire time we were there, just staring. it was sort of creepy, but we didn’t care. 8D;;
We had more “DRUNK ON LIFE~!” fun there. People must’ve thought we were total nutters or something. xDD

OKAY, BACK ONTO THE TIMELINE.

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After the Shakespeare-Lake-Night (wow, what a title), we went back to the apartment at 11:30, and I was hungry, so I bought a hotdog from a stand which was SOMEHOW still open. We called it the ~midnight hotdog~. It was delicious. ♥

FINAL DAAAY.
We went to Ontario Place.
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We ate lunch and sat by the… rocks next to some body of water.
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Robin kept dropping her fries, and so this seagull kept attacking us for them. Ed declared it “his mortal enemy” and engaged in several brawls with it.
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I-I WAS EATING, AND ED WAS ANNOYING ME FOR PICTURES, SO I WAS ABOUT TO TELL HIM OFF. but it was too late, and this picture is the result, lmao
To make matters worse, he stole my fries afterwards

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We were stranded (again) in some other area next to the parking lot for an hour. IT WAS FUN, not as fun as the one at Warped, but still fun.

Anyway, we didn’t take any pictures after this, because Robin left the day after and Ed and I went to my Uncle’s house, but.

The day after
→ we said bye to Robin
→ got sniffly in the car
→ played with cheap, noise-making McDonald happy-meal toys
→ Mai, Ed and I went to my Uncle’s.
→ We saw a run-over squirrel in the road, which we wept for.
→ I got my ~LG ICE CREAM~ — my new phone — and dear god, it’s sexy.
→ Said “TTYL” to Mai~

And the day after *that*, Ed and I went shopping for a bit, where I got a pile of CDs and Harvest Moon: Island of Happiness…
And then we went on the plane at midnight and came home~

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT, THE TRIP.
All in all, it was epic.
It just had so much ~freedom~ and. God. It was so much fun.
There’s so much I can’t include, because half of the brilliance was just us being stupid, but still. EPIC. ♥
I’ll never forget it; when THE CORE went to Canada. What a way to start off Summer!

Untitled.

June 30, 2009

Tonight was strange.
I was happy and free and very hyper earlier tonight, hanging around in Ruby Tuesday’s with Ed, Robin, and Tyler (Tyler’s visiting from the US). We made silly jokes (like a BOSS) and had an all-around good time. I said my “goodbyes” to Robin, I felt perfectly fine. I had some emotional conversations on MSN, and at 12:30, Robin tells me she’s packing her laptop up and that we were having her last conversation in Trinidad at that moment. I was fine right up until then. I don’t know what happened. I felt like I did on the last day of school — Friday, when Mai had to drag me to the girl’s bathroom for me to stop crying, and I felt like I did back when Lanora left. I can’t understand it — how does it even work? How can an ever-present force in your life just vanish? Not completely, of course — I’ll stay in touch with those who leave, but still. I was walking to the mall the other day and I glanced at my English teacher’s — Mrs. Chesler’s — house, wondering if she was home, or if her kids were around. And the only thing there was an empty house with a red sign on it, saying “For Rent.”
After sobbing my eyes out after Robin’s departure off the IM Client, I clung onto Ed and Mai, who both morally supported me. Ed’s advice was the same which I gave to him back when Tyler left — the almighty “fertilizer” metaphor (in a nutshell: “it feels like shit, but it’ll definitely help you grow”) — advice which I now have to, reluctantly, adopt for myself. His advice has that air of wisdom which he’s gained from his experiences with Tyler. It’s funny, because even though he said his goodbyes to Tyler a year ago, Tyler’s in his tv room right now, probably fast asleep. I can only hope I can say the same for Robin.
Mai’s advice came in the form of her belting out some lyrics (Motion City Soundtrack, I think?) and basically trying to cheer me up. Nic left before my little moment, sooo yeah. Still, he helped.
As for Risa… we haven’t met face-to-face yet, but she was all worried, so:
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…she made me a sign. xD
There was a day back a few months ago when Robin, Ed and I just sat in my bathroom. We talked about everything — everything. During this time, Robin and I painted our nails — mine were a bright yellow, and hers were a deep blue. It’s something I’ll never forget. Tonight when she was leaving, Robin handed me a “present,” and she said that in honor of that little memory, she was giving me her entire nail polish collection. That alone’s enough to make me tear up.
But yeah. Thanks to all of those people who helped me out tonight, and who’ll keep on helping me. You’re all the best. I’ll help you as much as I can, too. And… we’ll just have to face the future as it comes. It won’t be easy, and life is a HUGE, UNFAIR BITCH, but at the end of the day… it’s all we have. So we better just take a deep breath and move on — crying when necessary, of course.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like creating something amazing.
I don’t want to stick with how I used to be. I want to travel, see, meet — I just want to taste freedom, for a change. I feel like re-defining every bit of my existence. I think it’s about time. I just feel like laying a piece of paper down and painting; I feel like writing and singing and just…doing everything. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so inspired. I wonder why? I guess it’s just one of those things which trigger — the fact that we’re watching Basquiat is pretty much throwing gasoline on the flame. ♥
Speaking of art, this photography project really restores my faith in humanity, even if it’s just a little bit. NOH8 is a silent protest against Proposition 8. Adam Bouska and his partner — Jeff Parshley — “founded” it. Basically, people are photographed with a piece of duct tape over their mouth, “symbolizing their voice not being heard,” and with “NOH8” painted on one of their cheeks. “People” range from famous celeberities to average high-schoolers. It’s pretty amazing, and very inspiring. I think that I’m going to adopt a more “optimistic” outlook on the world — I mean, yeah, the bad, misinformed people exist, but they’re also millions of people who believe in equality; in self-expression. I’ll just have a few laughs at the ignorance and occasionally snap out at them… but from now on, I’m gonna try to focus on the positives. YEP.

(…Let’s see how long that lasts.)

AHEM, ANYWAY. New resolution: write a poem every day. Short’s fine. 4 lines is fine. (…I sound like I’m talking to myself…) I’ll try to stick to it. Will try to update the Poetry page as I write new ones~ But yeah, even if I don’t post them, I want to write them. D: And also, I want to learn how to play the guitar over summer. BLAH, SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME.

Oh, I also got a hamburger phone. THE FIRST STEP IN REDOING MY ROOM FURNITURE-WISE.

And finally…
this is so amusing:

crunch-time.

June 14, 2009

It’s dawned upon us yet again — the week before exams. Possibly the only thing more grueling that taking the actual test… this week means “crunch time.” The amount of moodswings one undergoes in this lone week… it’s crazy.
First, we have the “denial” stage. As in, “I have one week left before the exam. One week is plenty of time.” Then comes the “paranoia” stage. See also: “BLOODY HELL ONE WEEK = 7 DAYS I HAVE 6 EXAMS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.” Unfortunately, this is usually accompanied by the first signs “lethargic” stage, in which you want to study but are completely unmotivated to do so, despite being scared shitless about failing everything. Once you’ve run the “paranoia” stage dry, the “lethargic” stage still lives on, developing into the “I do not give a rat’s ass” stage, in which… you don’t give a rat’s ass.
(Ironically, this stage also rears its head in on the night before the exam. I think that’s for the best, though. I mean, if it didn’t, I’d be up all night cramming.)
But eventually, you just suck it up and do what you have to do, whatever it may be. This may involve converting a casual gathering with your friends into a history study session of epic proportions, in which you compare the World Wars to simple childhood escapades on the playground. You can also sacrifice 4-6 hours of your “long weekend” to the demons of Biology. 30 pages typed up, so far — and that doesn’t even include Ecology, which we have yet to cover. (Also ironically: the Biology exam is on Monday. The first day of exams. …Why.)

But I guess I should cherish this week, despite the “stress” which comes along with it. Exams are like a wall, separating me from summer vacation, sims 3; from goodbyes and hellos, from hopping on a plane and zipping off to god-knows-where, armed with a camera, a bag of chips, and salsa which was stolen from Mai.

Yep, this is only the beginning.

It’s PROM.

June 5, 2009

It’s everything, it’s nothing; it’s a hell of a time, it’s a waste of time. Whatever you think of prom, there’s one thing that never changes: the anarchy which ensues during the week leading up to it.
Gossip flies around the high-school body.
“Did he ask her yet?”
“Are they going together?”
“OH MY GAHD HE ASKED HER INSTEAD OF MEEEEE”
“That man-whore!”
“That slut.”
“That poohead!”
And, of course, you’ll see the clusters of teen-aged girls prattling on and on and on about how incredibly awesome their dress is, how they intend to do their hair (apparently, it takes 2 hours to straighten one’s hair for prom. I don’t know. Those girls are bloody crazy), how they want their make-up done and such. In my high school, it’s also customary for the ENTIRE STUDENT BODY to bitch about prom during the weeks leading up to it. “It’s such a waste of time!” A girl was telling me. “I have better things to do than stand around in a damn dress.” It was this same girl who I heard going on with her friends about how she bought 4 dresses and couldn’t decide on which one she should wear, and OHMYGOD they should totally try on dresses together!…It’s amazing, it sounds so hypocritical and weird, but that’s how everyone in school is. Even though they complain about it, they all end up going anyway. Pshhh. And don’t get me started with the sheer amount of break-ups and get-togethers during this week. I’ve seen people randomly bursting into tears and having “emotional breakdowns” in Chemistry for no apparent reason. It’s tedious, and I try to avoid getting tangled up in it as if it were the plague.
Contrary to (somewhat) popular belief, I actually love prom…because I love dressing up. Prom is, therefore, an excuse to wear a pretty dress and make my hair all nice, to take some silly (and some serious) pictures, followed up by frolicking around and munching on the occasional hors d’œuvre. Despite my slight fondness for it, I’m usually horrifically unprepared for prom. Last year, I sorted out which dress I was wearing to prom on the same day as it. I kid you not. Other people had bought their outfits months before. Craziness.
I’ve improved a bit this year, though. …Okay, not a lot, but. I bought my dress today — Thursday. It’s bright red and fabulous. This is paired with black heels. Yup. …Prom’s on Saturday. Not too bad? Okay, it’s pretty bad, but eh, what’ll you do. I also got my shoes today, and my mother offered to cut my fringe for me so that I would be able to see once again. …I took her up on this offer, and while my bangs are a bit short now, they look decent and THE WORLD IS CLEAR.
Before that moment, I have a class trip, which I mentioned previously, I think? We’re heading off to watch turtles plop out eggs; it’s an overnight stay at some inn near the beach. I’m nervous for some odd reason — mainly because whenever I go hiking, I tend to fall in the oddest of places. But I’m sure I’m not the only klutz, so that’ll end up alright.

…I hope.

the big ten.

May 15, 2009

…Because I have a ton of thoughts flying around in my head, yet don’t have the willpower to snatch onto one and stick with it. I’ve realized that I have a really weird love for bullet posts. Hmmm.

o1. So, this Florida thing. Don’t know if I mentioned it, buuut I recently (2 weeks ago, I think?) left this little island to roam West Palm Beach. It was really fun. I got tons of shopping done, read whilst hearing my mother and aunt sing like drunken harpies (this comforts me; it reminds me of my childhood), pillaged a Rock Band (the game) drumset, and generally had a good time. Oh, and I also got sick ROUGHLY AROUND the time when the dreaded Swine Flu was announced as being in Florida. I’ll admit, I got a little panicky and everyone kept poking fun at me for it. NOT COOL. But all in all, it was a good break. I had fun~
o2. However, the make-up work when I got back to school was HORRIFIC. Well… not really. I missed an Algebra test, a Biology test, and a Chemistry test. I spazzed out a lot over it when I was in Florida, but everything ended up being fine. I sort of died in one section of the Algebra test, though, due to my inability to read instructions carefully. ( -4 points, sob. A-and I need the grade, too. T_T ) EH, IT HAPPENS.
o3. AP Exams are pretty much almost over now in school. I have none; but Ed’s own is tomorrow. Good luck~! You’ll do brilliantly, Eddeh. ♥
o4. In about two weeks…Science week. …Joy. Robin and I partnered up (after she managed to weasel herself out of a heart dissection), and we’re doing an osmosis lab demonstration with eggs and such. It’s such a ~blast from the past~… osmosis was like, at the beginning of 10th grade. Now we’re nearing the end. Where did the time go?! Jeez. …I really wanted to demonstrate a lab to the little kids, but we’re getting 6th grade and 8th grade. I’m fine with 6th grade, since that’ll be pretty fun, but 8th grade? I will purposefully break an egg in one of their obnoxious little faces. Though that’s just a generalization… the majority of that year gets on my nerves. And to think they’ll be in high school next year. /sob
o5. Course selection. I’m completely clueless as to what I’m going to do; I have the Science department hounding me down — especially my Chemistry teacher, Dr. K. Apparently, I should do AP Chemistry next year (he justifies this by saying that it’s probably his last year teaching at my school. Then he proceeds to wiggle his eyebrows and dance…) Then there’s my Biology teacher, who wants me in AP Biology. I have no clueeee what to doooo. My sign-up sheet is pathetic. So far, Pre-AP Art and Pre-AP English are the only two I have finalized. I’d do AP World History, except that’s being held at the same time as AP Chemistry, which is a problem… And I’m so fed up of math that I don’t even want to be in the same room as Calculus. However, I did triumphantly scratch off P.E. and Tech. High-School P.E. dropouts are amazing.
o6. Biology trip. Turtle-watching, turtle-tagging, hiking, waterfalls, camp songs, “what time is it…? …IT’S TURTLE TIME LIKE ALWAYS!” etc. Robin and I will totally go in a kayak together. It simply must be done. Also, I think I’m developing a mild fear of turtles. Add them to the list of animals which Jamie fears. (#1 shall always be the hippopotamus; and pretty much everyone who I come into contact with knows the deal with sloths…)
o7. And right after that we have prom. I still need a dress. Last year, I got ready on the same day and everything. Even the dress. I lost the “speeeschul prom feeling” but apparently I looked good? + That was the same day I had my first interaction with Dr. K. He tripped over and scared the living hell out of me, and the coke which I was daintily sipping sort of JOLTED and spilled on the floor/Robin. We (Robin and I) laughed. We laughed a lot. xDD
o8. Exams are soon after that. BLEH NO COMMENT
o9. the dreaded/long-awaited last day of school. oh the drama.
10. Summer, WHICH IS AWESOME AND SELF-EXPLANATORY. but still sad.

All in all… 10 major events. It’s amazing how quickly this year — 2009 — is flying by… ;_; But there’s still time left, so I guess I’d better enjoy it.

I’ve recently got really into tarot cards and the like. Well, I guess not “recently,” since when I was a kid I had dreams of becoming a fortune teller. xDD (+ my current obsession with xxxHolic… sigh…)
Basically, they’re 22 Major Arcana and about 56 Minor Arcana in a tarot deck. The 22 Major Arcana are used in divination and stuff~ They symbolize a journey — or, more specifically, life’s journey.
The Fool, which is the first of the Major arcana, is the protagonist of a story, and the rest of the Arcana represent the Fool’s journey, or the mysteries of life, etc. This path is known traditionally in Tarot as “The Fool´s Journey.”

Here’s a list of them all, along with what I think each of them represents. (Of course, I’ve learnt about them before xD;)

0 The Fool ~ Childish, ability to tune into the inner workings of the world, wisdom, appreciation of beauty, naivety, risk-taking.
1 The Magician, The Mountebank, or The Juggler ~ immature, gaining knowledge, somewhat swell-headed but righteous
2 The High Priestess or The Popess ~ Serene grace, holiness, spiritual power
3 The Empress ~ Strength, protection, maternal instinct
4 The Emperor ~ Strength, all-around power, sometimes greed
5 The Hierophant or The Pope ~ Formality, spiritual power, discipline and maturity
6 The Lovers ~ relationships… not necessarily romance. In encompasses friendship, family, etc.
7 The Chariot ~ Self confidence accompanied by anxiety, victory, pride; External strength
8/11 Strength ~ Discipline and control. Sort of like Chariot, except its strength is more internal.
9 The Hermit ~ Reflection — looking back on how far you’ve come; solitude, inner search.
10 Wheel of Fortune ~ Luck; a drastic and sudden change of events. (Like the TV show…)
11/8 Justice ~ Atticus Fairness, logic and reason… rationality and responsibility. Sometimes with criticism and coldness.
12 The Hanged Man or The Traitor ~ Being in a spot which you can’t do anything in. Helplessness, though there is a shred of hope.
13 Death or The Trump with No Name ~ This one’s sorta tricky. I think Death represents a change — not necessary a bad change. With death comes rebirth. It’s a cycle — the end of one thing triggering the beginning of another. …Or at least that’s what I get from it.
14 Temperance ~ Feeling secure — I think this means that the change which you underwent in “death” is now somewhat regular to you. It’s synthesis, unification, healing.
15 The Devil ~ Holding on to a belief which is preventing a person from growing or being healthy — like someone getting drunk every night to ease their sorrows. It’s sort of like self-bondage; it’s something which is holding you down. However, he represents a HUGE amount of power, as well.
14 The Tower ~ Sudden change, which comes along with discomfort and chaos. It’s like, BAM, transformation. It can be good, or it can be disastrous. A lot of the tarot cards are like that.
17 The Star ~ The hope and inspiration which comes after a great change. It’s calming and symbolizes regeneration, offering guidance.
18 The Moon ~ When you’re following the star’s guidance, you can also fall under the care of the moon. It’s basically the lack of clarity, confusion, questioning yourself a lot… general anxiety.
19 The Sun ~ The beam of hope which follows the uncertainty of the moon.
20 Judgment or The Angel ~ it usually is associated with Christianity’s “final judgement.” Decisions are being made, and one is accepting themself for who they are.
21 The World ~ The end of the journey. You’re stopping and looking back –all which you’ve encountered, everything. Represents satisfaction, good feelings. It doesn’t encompass EVERYTHING. It’s usually like one subject. In that case, the journey begins again with a new subject — and you’re at the “Fool” place once again.

SO THERE. Those are the 22 major Arcana in tarot reading. :3 They’re amazing. I could go into more detail — like what their card images symbolize — but then I’ll be here all night. xDD

Finally, I’ll post the results of one of those “Which Major Arcana Type are YOU?!” quizzes which I’ve done recently.

You Scored as 0 – The Fool

The Fool is the most complex and most contradictory of all the Tarot cards.
“I am not a number, I am a free man”.
The Fool represents naivety and childlike innocence – yet the Fool is wise.
He carries only what possessions he really needs He journeys through life, tasting everything it has to offer then letting it go and moving on.
The Fool is a risk taker, often shown with one foot over a cliff showing us every new beginning has a risk. Whether the Fool represents opportunity or danger one thing is clear: this world needs more fools.

0 – The Fool
75%
XIII: Death
75%
IV – The Emperor
69%
III – The Empress
69%
XI: Justice
69%
VIII – Strength
69%
VI: The Lovers
69%
XVI: The Tower
69%
II – The High Priestess
63%
I – Magician
63%
X – Wheel of Fortune
44%
XV: The Devil
44%
XIX: The Sun
38%

…I guess it isn’t really accurate, though. I mean, there’s no Star, no Moon, no Hermit, no Hierophant…still, pretty cool. xD