I long to be like you...

French: We were reading from that sweet French book. There was a picture of an angel and it said, "the boy is good like bread!" Which is a pretty random thing to say.

Bio: Malerie did her biome, then we picked out articles from National Geographic to answer questions on. I have one article about terrorism and another about the mind.

CW: We got our poetry things back, I got 53 out of 60 which is sooo surprising. Even Kaleigh got lower than me, and she actually likes poetry. She thought my rewriting of Cream in My Coffee was, and I quote "hilarious." Here it is:

You’re the Chip in My Hard Drive

You’re the chip in my hard drive
You’re the cell in my phone
You will always be my necessity— I’d be lost without you.

You’re the blog on my favourites list
You’re the Starchoice on my roof
You will always be my necessity— I’d be lost without you.

Lots of people tell love stories
And it gets so repetitive
You’re heard each known way
Here’s my own way

You’re the hot tub on my barge
You’re the captain and crew
You will always be my necessity— I’d be lost without you.

You brighten my day
You make me happy
So this is clear, dear,
You’re my tanning bed

You’re the hot tub on my barge
You’re the captain and crew
You will always be my necessity— I’d be lost without you.
She asked why the hot tub on the barge, and that came from when I went to Greenwater with Ian's family and my family and we were on a boat and we kept waving to these people on a barge with a hot tub floating behind it and they didn't wave back. That makes me think of when Dale randomly hugged me, which was creepy. People randomly hug me, like Katherine's cousin. Maybe I'm just huggable?
I got 5 out of 10 on my blues poem, mostly because I don't think the format was right, but whatever. I got 9/10 on my bio, 9/10 on my DC poem, 5/5 on my haiku, and 10/10 on my recitation of The Bogeyman. Anyway, Kaleigh and I worked on our play, which isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Miss Graas and Kaleigh had this in depth discussion about adoption while I just kind of fiddled with my pen. I got my response to a song back, full marks I think. I was reading Kaleigh's poetry and they're all so emo. Our class average for cw is like, 72 or something (I got 90) and I mean, how can you get 72 when there are no right or wrong answers?

Spare: I was reading my old blog entries and I turned around and Mr. Lamers was there, which makes me wonder how much he saw. Zayne and I studied for math.

Math: Had a test, not sure how sweet I did. On the last question it said "If T=0 means 1970, then what year was the average milk production 6800 litres?" and then it had this formula. First I put t to 0, which made no sense, then I solved for t but got 20, and I was all confused and then I realized if t=0 is 1970, then t=20 means 1990, which worked out perfectly. I was pretty proud of myself.

Report cards today! Here are my marks:
French-91 (excellent student skills)
Bio-86 (excellent progress)
CW-90 (excellent progress)
Math-84 (good progress) HECK YEAH! that's the highest I've gotten for a long time!
Band-96 (participates well in class) I don't even try in band and I get 96.
My average is 87.75 and I am one of two people in my homeroom to get on the honor roll (the other is Kayla)

I was thinking about hair today. I put my hair in a ponytail for the first time in years, and I was surprised at how weird it felt. My ears were all exposed. Then I thought about how all the girls go through the same hair changed. I remember around grade five we all cut our hair shoulder length, and then around the same time we all got bangs. Then around the same time everyone got braces. It's weird. I remember when Heidi had her mushroom cut. And when Julianna had that weird mullet-esque haircut, but not really. It was more a slash between a mullet and a mushroom cut, neither of which is good, so both together is really not good.

Today we were waiting for the bus and Courtney said she got 71 for her average, and Ryan's like, "you got like ten times better than me," which would mean he got 7.1 percent, and Courtney's like, "what did you get?" and he's like, "64!" I wonder why. And then when we got into my house everyone was gawking because my dad is taking our old house down, and Ryan is like, "they must be tearing it down or something." Yeah, for the past month or so.

The weirdest thing happened two nights ago. Scottie started barking so I looked outside and I saw this little humanoid figure, about three feet tall standing on my lawn and I got all freaked out until I realized it was the front of Dallas. I could just see the very front, like her head and her legs, and it looked like a little man. It freaked me out.

I had weird dreams last night. The first was that our school was going on a plane to somewhere, and I was banished because I was bad, and I had to ride on this deck that was attached to the plane, and Mr. Halyk felt sorry for me so he sat down beside me and started singing, and Jonas stole my chocolate bar and I was yelling at him and Mr. Halyk's like, "when someone's performing, you shut up!" then I was looking through his mp3 player and started singing to one song, and I'm not sure what it's called but it was on the end of a Supernatural episode, and it goes, "bad company, and I won't deny," and he's like, "You like this song?" and I'm like, "yeah, I love it!"
My other dream was that our school was in a cult (they lived in my chicken coop) and you had to join or die but Danny, Jessica, and I didn't want to so we were running away into my pasture and we had to climb this fence but Jessica couldn't and they caught her and Danny and I kept running until we came to a waterfall with John Legend music coming out of it. I was like, "I like John Legend!" and Danny's like, "me too, he's my third favourite black man!" and then we were going to swim across the pool of water to get rid of our scent in case the people in the cult used dogs, and then Brittany found us and Clint was there too and they were going to take us back to join the cult.

I have fully accepted myself for the sci fi geek that I am. Before, all my sci fi obsessions were like, on the back burner, but now I have "come out" if you will. I am a sci fi geek. I like Ray Bradbury and John Wyndham and Isaac Asimov and X-Files and Supernatural and Star Wars and aliens and stuff. I feel fully self actualized. But if we ever have a wendigo attack I know how to kill it (with fire) or werewolves (silver bullet, wolfsbane) or vampires (stake to the heart, sunlight) or ghosts (burn their bones) or zombies (decapitate them) and I realize that I sound so incredibly dorky its not even sweet. But with a family like mine, I had absolutely no chance to be cool.

Anyway, that's all for now. Ciao!