"That's my sister, Jaredina."

C'est moi, encore un fois. Here was my day:

French: We read yet another story in which someone gets killed. This time, it is about Sebastien Samson, who really likes writing his name, and he is very egotistical. He is also the president of a bank. One day he writes his name on a movie poster, and the next day someone writes in green ink under his name, "is an idiot, imbecile, and a snob" and they get into this little graffiti war, and then the green ink dude tells Sebastien to come to an address if he wants to fight, and then it cuts to a police report that Sebastien died. Then it cuts to a scene where the vice president of the bank is sitting at Sebastien's desk and filling his pen with green ink. Very diabolical, those French people. They actually think of ingenious ways to kill and/or hide the bodies. First, that woman stashed it in the trunk of the guy who went to bury his dog, in the second the woman pushed him off the balcony when he leaned over to see a rose, and in the third one, the vice president showed an astonishing grasp of Sebastien Samson's psychology. How did he know that Sebastien would write his name on that movie poster? Or maybe he just saw it and thought of it on the spur of the moment, although the crime suggest premeditation.

Bio: I seem to remember something funny happening, but I can't really remember.

Creative Writing: we had to read a story and then make character webs, and when we were doing the webs together, Jen said the father was from the middle east, but it turns out she actually said he was married. When we were doing the webs together I wasn't even paying attention, I was writing a letter to Heidi (see how devoted I am to you? I was writing a letter TO YOU in class Heidi. You should feel special)

Spare: I read the French story, I outlined my independent project story (it has changed quite a bit since yesterday) The French 10 class read that weird story about Nicholas and the cat. I was like to Mr. Lamers, "how come every story we read has someone die in it?" and he's like, "I know, the stories are very noir aren't they? But look at the story they're reading! You remember ecraser for run over or crushed? They're about to learn what that word means!"

Math 30: Topics today included: Sound of Music, yodelling, accordians, Mr. Farrell's old teacher, and mean people. Mr. Farrell then started talking about how he thought I hated him and it was really embarrassing. I think he really does think that I hate him when all I hate is math. Mr. Farrell is awesome.

Today after school I was sitting in the foyer waiting for Damien to come pick me up, when Jen walked past, looked at the empty space beside me and said, "hello!" It was pretty much the freakiest thing I've ever seen. I was talking about Kerri to Zayne and I all of a sudden remembered in Grade 9 when Kerri was reading her book review thing, and she had this really long question like, "so does Bob die when he's all alone in the church or does he fight the ghosts and get out alive?" and you know how when you ask a questions, your voice raises in pitch, but only at the end? Hers raised at around the word alone and stayed permanently an octave above what its supposed to be until the end of the question. It was sooooooooo funny. Heidi, please comment.
I have my first piano lesson with Mrs. Skihar tomorrow. Hopefully she's nice and doesn't harp on about arm weight. All my music festival buddies are gone. It started with me, Danielle, Nicole, Andra, Jessica, Lauren, Danny, and Celise. Then Andra quit. Then Nicole quit. Then Jessica left. Then Danielle left. Jessica was my link to Danny and Celise, so they're gone too. Damien was briefly a music festival buddy, but he quit. Now Lauren quit. EVERYONE'S LEAVING MEEEEE!
Devon is bipolar. I really think he is.
Anyway, I think that's all for now. Ciao!