I'm off to a new location, friendlies.  Here she is:
http://hidari.blogdrive.com

So now you can memorize a new (rather random) Japanese word.

/mads

[mood]: gooooood.
[music]: none
[msn]: Lichi: A nut.

And I really AM a nut.

Went for a walk with Justin and left my "midterm" on the table "for my mom to sign"...

Got back after taking Justin home.  On the way into the house I was scrambling: what would I say if she asked me where I was during all the fake absences?  Mutter something about hanging out with friends?

I kept thumbing my real mid-term, which was in my back pocket.  I opened the door.

My mom was at the computer, but the midterm was elsewhere, and not on the table.  I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed.  I told my mom I was going to bed, and the infamous, "Wait a minute" floated down the hall from the bathroom.

She came out to the kitchen.  I offered her a glass of water as though nothing were going on.  She picked up the midterm off the counter, held it up and looked at me.

"I want to know what's going on."

All the fantasies I'd had about carrying on the little charade were instantly blown apart when I started laughing - more or less immediately.  I shook my head, still laughing, and handed her the real one (93.3% as opposed to 72.2). 

...She was dubious for a long time.  I explained the whole thing... apologized several times... ...she took it amazingly well.  Then I showed her some artwork, talked about my dress, and went to bed. :)

Otherwise, today when I got home I sat on my boat (which is currently parked on a trailer in my driveway), wore my dad's straw hat (which he says suits me... I agree) and drew.  All day I'd been trying to capture Lichi, a half-elf doctor character of mine... never tried to put him on paper, and I was finding it incredibly difficult.  Thankfully I managed, and it's not too bad... hopefully once I get photoshop back on the upstairs computer I can post some of this artwork I've been talking about...

Anyway, off I trot.

/mads

[mood]: full.  too much food.
[music]: none. ...matchbox twenty (vewy vewy quiet)
[msn]: rogue damsel: alkaline earth

msn name is now changing to:
Lichi: A nut.

So... here's a funny (sort of) thing (technically it's an explanation of my msn tag):
The other day at kung-fu I was bugging Glenn about the receipts he gives out... there's been a typo on them forever: we're "Cranrbrook" kung-fu academy rather than "Cranbrook".  So I was bugging him about it.  As usual, I'm annoying.  He told me, "Shut up or I'll beat you like a rented mule!"

Now, that in itself was hilarious.  The next class, I was pestering him again.  He threatened to beat me up again and I prompted, "Like a rented mule?"
"No.  Like a red-headed orphan."

I wonder how many more he's got?  They're going to become like Hamilton's baby jokes... but I won't post any of those because they're disturbing.

Hm... Just read an interesting forward from Calypso about how Mexicans are anti-US... sort of like they're taking over California or something... can't say I know much about that, but the end of the letter is interesting.

"When I was young, I remember hearing about the immigrants that [...] wanted to learn English. They wanted to breathe free. They wanted to become Americans. Now, far too many immigrants come here with demands. They demand to be taught in their own language. They demand special privileges [...]"

I think that part of the letter is true.  If people want to move to another country, then they should be willing to accept that country's culture, language, what-have-you.  No, I'm not racist.  I'm about as anti-racist as you can get.  I don't think that these people should be "assimilated".  I don't expect people to come to Canada and adopt all our cultures; that would be stupid.  I like meeting different people, and I shouldn't have to go to another country to do it.  However, this is still my country.  If you want to be taught in Spanish, stay in Spain.  If you want to have several wives, then don't come to Canada.  Sure, we allow you your freedom, but I think we need to stress more of our EQUAL RIGHTS ideals... because it's starting to seem like North Americans are getting screwed in their own countries.

*cough* Anyway...

Now... haven't made an entry in a while, so...

Justin and I had some problems last weekend... Easter ish.  Wasn't good.  I think the work-school thing is starting to get to me...  Either way... you can read more about in on his blog... otherwise... I think everything is going to be okay.  We're still working on things, but... it's going to work out.

Easter was fun otherwise.  Got two new skirts.  Parents hid eggs. :)  I think that's something that I'll do every year for my kids.  So much fun.

I'm trying to convince our Physics teacher to do a "physics scavenger hunt", where we have to figure out angles and stuff to get to the end of the "clues".  I think that would be awesome... don't know if he'll go for it.

Also on Easter, I had to work... but I took an Easter egg with me for Jim.  At the end of the night (we closed early) he took some plastic tubs home with him (we put salad in them... I think he uses them for horse food or something).  Anyway, when we went upstairs to sign out, he left the buckets at the bottom of the stairs.  I rushed to get my stuff and sign out, then hid the egg in the bucket and left... heh heh.  It was funny.

Also about Jim... he knows what "the pound" is (hitting knuckles when something is cool... sort of a high-five... man this is lame to explain) but he HAS NEVER HEARD OF ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS!!

...

I nearly cried.  Then he insisted upon asking the bakery staff if they knew.  They all did, so he went to customers... he found one guy (whom he knows) who didn't know what it was/how to play... doesn't really count though, because the guy lives near Jim... ...it's like the Anti-R.P.S. Twilight Zone o.O

Thinking about writing some poetry soon... sort of have an idea for a new song.  I think once I have a few more I'll record them... probably just on my computer but meh.  I've got two so far... one instrumental and one vocal.  I can't find my tape-recordy thing though, so when I think of them, they're tough to remember.

Been drawing a little more lately... mostly in English class.  Nothing spectacular, but I don't think I've lost the talent just yet.  Body composition is still pretty much there anyway... ...need to buy a new drawing book to get some inspiration flowing.

But I won't, because I now need to hoard every penny that I have to I can QUIT SAVE-ON-FOODS and never go back ever ever ever again!!!

Whew.

Bought a bunch of cheap chocolate today... ...shouldn't have.

I have three fish now... the pleco (Pleco), and two asian scum-sucking fish called Wing and Wong... gold one's Wing, grey is Wong.  ...I like them.  I hope they stick around.

I five myself missing my old house a lot now that it's summer... I miss... all of that.  I miss my youth.  I felt like I had forever to do everything out there, because there was no "running to the store" or meeting people in a couple minutes... we were thirty minutes away.  We didn't come into town for no reason.  If I wanted to hang out with someone, I had to arrange rides... I think that's why I didn't.  A lot of it, anyway.  ...I liked that.  I miss popsicles, and going to the river, and talking to my friends until the wee hours of the morning on the phone, and my UBER creaky bedroom floor, and my basement, and my woodstove, and the forest.  I miss ruining library books when I was sleeping in the tent and the rain got in.  I miss my various dogs, the mosquito nets that we used to hang over our beds, the snakes, the birds, the grasshoppers, spiders and ants.  The chickens.  Cecil.

And I'm going to stop being nostalgic, because there's no point.

Let's see... I wrote down a bunch of things I needed to blog about...

Note: Korma (thai sauce) is very good on warm English muffins.

Kyla let me borrow a really awesome anime called How's Moving Castle... it was pretty spectac.  "What's the point in living if I can't be beautiful?!"  ...Speaking of animes, Justin and I watched the first four episodes of "Full Metal Alchemist", which was fantastic as well.  I would highly advise you to watch both.  In fact I order you to.

Tyler (kid in my physics class) says I'm a good artist... said I should sell some art.  ...really don't think it's that good.  It's not painting.  There is no colour on most of it... so... meh.  Although, speaking of painting, I have worked on my painting in the past month!  I is so proud of mineself.  Jannin's pants are finally shaded, his skin is black, and his hair is semi-coloured!

I've started working on my prom dress... minutely.  But I'm going to work on it again tomorrow :)

...this is getting to be a pretty long entry o.O

By the way, I officially hate English class.

I love English.  I love to write, I love to read.  Hell, I love poetry.  I love ESSAYS.  I hate goddamn literature analysis.  WHEN in my life am I going to read something and need to say, "Well, I think the character of Arnold is quite well portrayed.  You can see that he's a courageous and dynamic character because of his fundamental change in the story, which also bring about the theme.  The theme, of course, is something amazingly gay and clicheed, and I don't know why people always insist upon trying to analyse some author's work."

There are two sides to everything: the one the reader reads, and the one the writer intends.  They are rarely the same.  If William Golding (Lord of the Flies) actually sat around and said, "Well, there are many other ways to describe vines, but I'm going to use the word 'snakelike', because snakes represent evil and ultimately lead to man's 'fall from grace', and in fifty years, when kids read this, I hope they catch that I used that word, because it's very important!"

If he had sat around saying that, someone should have shot him.  How's that for alliteration?

Sigh.

My chemistry teacher is making me a fake mid-term report... it says I have 71%.  I'm hoping to scare my parents (hoping it'll work this year, unlike my Math one from last year).  We had to fill out our self-analysis the other day... I asked him if he'd write that I had 71%...  He said yes, then uber surprised me: he made a fake student on the computer with my same name, made fake grades for them and made them have a C+.  When I asked him to give me a fake midterm, I said he'd have to write that I had a lot of absences, otherwise my parents would never believe.  So, on the grade print-out he made for fake Madison, he put for a comment, "Madison works well in class but her continued absences are having an effect on her grades, etc".  ...I can't wait  to show my parents ^_^

Speaking of my parents... my mom's really been on my ass about scholarships again... I got a letter back from one of the ones I applied to... apparently I didn't win.  My mom went into this huge fit about how I didn't try hard enough, etc etc.  WTF?

That really pissed me off.

So we won't discuss it.

...My teeth are going to rot and I'm going to get fatfatfat, but this chocolate is damn good.

Speaking of chocolate, Mr Whalen used the word "tangentially" the other day in Physics.  He said, "Man that word sounds good... like something you could eat.  Like chocolate.  I mean, you just know whoever made up that word was drooling at the time.  Just listen to it.  Chocolate.  ...Tangentially..."

OH!  Kyla and I saved a fish the other day!

We were skipping out of Chemistry... just the end of the block - it was review - I will continue to make excuses until you finish the paragraph - there's good reason!  Anyway... skipping the end of Chemistry and we were walking along Baker Street.  We noticed this thing across the road while we were waiting for the light to change.
"What's that thing over there?" Kyla asked, noticing it first.  I scrutinized with my poor eyesight.
"Looks like a broken aquarium... see all the little rock things?"
"Madi!  There's a fish!  It just flopped!"
"Really, where?" (yeah, noted the aquarium, didn't see the movement... deer had better not run out in front of me while I'm driving).
We ran over to the aquarium ("dodging cars," Kyla insists), and saw the fish.  There was a little plastic dish that still had some water in it, so Kyla picked it up.  The guy who stopped grabbed the fish and put it in the pie plate.  Some lady across the street (the direction from whence we'd come) started yelling at us, "Is there still a fish over there?  Bring it here; we've got a bucket!"

So, you see, had we not skipped the end of Chemistry, that fish would have died.  *cough*  We're heroes. ;)

Melissa fake-punched at me the other day... ...I blocked and nearly mantis-handed her in the face out of reflex o.O

And... I think... that's most of it.  Most of what I've got to comment on anyway.

Have a furry day.

/mads

PS: Mmmm, half-elven pseudo-wisdom...

[mood]: relative calm.
[music]: none.
[msn]: rogue damsel

So... today I was frustrated.  Now, however, I feel pretty good... except for there's a light on in the rec room... ...dang.  Have to go turn that off...

There, all better.

Let's see... last post was a while ago, so... I'll start with last Thursday, which was April 6th.  Thursday was the 30-hour famine.

Woke up... hungry.  Didn't eat.  Was okay with it because of the challenge and all... ...generally I hate not having something for breakfast... even if it's just a glass of milk.  Anyway... went to school... don't think anything exciting happened.  It was last block that started getting interesting... Myles commented that I was getting insane, which was probably true.

What's awesome is, after school we went to his house to work on the kayaks, and most specifically, use powertools!

After that I went to kung-fu, which was also interesting.  Cam came, and that was cool.  Lack of food made it pretty fun.  Glenn let me and three others practise a gun-defensey thing, which I had been asking for.  It was cool.

After kung-fu I headed over to the school.  The internet was down when I got there but I got to talk to Mai Youki for a while, which was really awesome.  She says I might not know a lot of Japanese vocab, but it sounds good, which is great (if somewhat surprising) to hear.  She also said she'd be glad to be my contact in Japan.  She goes back on July 21st, so I'd have to wait at least until then to go.  She lives in Kobe, which is near Osaka, the city I'm flying into (or so I think, so far).

We played Cranium, watched Alien and went to bed.  The morning sucked for me.  It was easy to tell who had had fruit juice and who hadn't.  My heart was pounding hard and fast, and my blood pressure was way low (raising my hands in the air caused them to tingle in about five seconds, sitting crosslegged as I always do caused my legs to tingle).

When we first woke up we went to the foods room and had to sit and watch four teachers eat a huge meal of waffles, pancakes and bacon.  Sonnuva....

After that I went back to bed.  A while later I woke up, randomly uncomfortable, and turned over.  NOT a good idea.  I suddenly felt very ill.  Tried to turn back, but that didn't work, so I headed to the washroom.  Thankfully, I didn't vomit, but I did wretch, and the fact that I didn't vomit is probably only due to the fact that I had no food in my stomach.  However the record still stands.  Back up to two years.  Have to wait a while to catch up to five (as it was before) but I'm on my way.

At noon we each got $0.25 to go to Safeway, which is across the street.  Some friends and I mashed our money together and bought a loaf of bread, which we got to eat along with some mac&cheese the teachers made for us.  It was cool.

After eating I went home, then went out to lunch with my mom... too much damn food.  We then bought the materials for my prom dress: $66.oo.  Yep, I was impressed too.  Black, red and yellow!

I went to work at 6:oo, then came home.  On Saturday I went to work, then went to Justin's play, which was awesome :D  It was a really fun play, and he did a great job.  The cast party was cool too.  Everyone was really nice.  I love theatre.  The director guy said I "look like I'd be good in theatre", which I found a really strange comment, but meh.  It was cool.

Sunday was... something... ...I really don't remember what happened on Sunday.  I know I went to work... ...otherwise I apparently came home and did nothing.  Yep.  That's about it.

Monday was today.  It wasn't great.  Sort of annoying.  I think I was cranky.  English was a waste of time, Physics somewhat annoyed me and later annoyed me further.  Pretty sure I have no idea what I'm doing in Chemistry.

On my spare Juline and I went to see if I could find a hostelling international card... they're supposed to have them at the college here but apparently the people there "have heard of them"... ...yeah that's bloody fantastic.  Anyway, you can get them in Kimberley so I plan to go up on Wednesday.

While at the college some Spanish-sounding guy came over to me and said in his little accently, "You're Justin's girlfriend!"  It was funny.  He showed me around to where I had to inquire about the card.  He was pretty nice but I didn't get his name... Justin later informed me it's Fernando.

I went to work at 5:00.  Wasn't really pleased... REALLY didn't want to be there... you could tell because my customer responses sounded automated... they are, of course, but generally they sound sincere.

After work I went to Justin's for a bit... sat on his balcony, made fun of his cat and ate cake... ...too much cake.  Blegh.

Anyway, now I'm home.  Here is some other random news that didn't fit in to this thing chronologically, for some reason:

Bill recently got Melissa, Erika and I together and said he "really needs us to commit to working during the summer...etc"  ...  ... Yeah.  Heh.  So I told him I was going to Japan and wouldn't be back :D  It was awesome.  Bwa ha.

JULINE GOT A JOB!!!!  More importantly, she's letting me keep her money... ...I suggested it as a jokey thing but she took me seriously, so... yer.  I might drag her to Japan yet!  She's going to work as a host at Mr Mike's.

Kyla is very easy to surprise if you sneak up behind her and do one of those lame fake-lunges when she turns around.  ...or so I've found.  Heh.  The other day at work was a pretty good one... she let out a yell, which was pretty fantastico.  Customers were confused.  I laughed my ass off for five minutes.  Hee hee.  Love you Kyla.

Recently I've been wanting to buy a magazine... ...mostly it's just pissing me off because EVERY one that I look at has something about:
1) perfect skin and hair
2) some actress I've never heard of
3) either 350, 470 or 275 ways to "look cool" this spring
4) either 7, 8 or 5 ways to slim down

So I think I'll make my own "magazine for girls who hate magazines".  Of course, the market would be insanely small, but meh.  It'd be cool.  And yes of course, this isn't going to take up any of my precious time!  ...the idea might just incubate for a while... but it will come to fruition one day!

I like Harry Chapin.

That is all.

/mads

This random extra entry is going to make no sense, but whatever.

THUNDER in a wok!

Point and click: camera, or empty rifle?

/mads

[mood]: good
[music]: none
[msn]: battle maiden

...sean called me that yesterday, so now it's my nickname.  anyway...

Alex came into Save-On tonight with his friend Ben... gave them some chicken/fries and Ben said, "Arigatou" - Japanese thankyou.  I rattled off "dou itashimashite" and got a good stare :D  It was grand.

Today I talked with Hamilton a bunch... Japanese Hamilton.  I'm still iffy about where my skill level is, exactly... but I got some tapes, so now I can listen to random Japanese crap wherever I go (much to the annoyance of everyone else).

Tomorrow I don't eat after 8:00 (30-hour famine to raise money for WorldVision)... I'm debating not having breakfast, but we'll see.

Ready yourselves for much complaining.

/mads

[mood]: gurt.
[music]: great big sea... extraordinarily quietly, of course.
[msn]: Graceful Warrior

Recently things have been pretty good.  Haven't been getting a hell of a lot done... my days have consisted of school or work, and my nights of roleplay.  A pitiful existence, perhaps, but an existence nonetheless.  I've been aching a lot... last week I got killed at kung-fu on Tuesday, so it carried on throughout the week... ...didn't help of course that I stayed up until 3:00am, 4:00am, 2:00am in a row... ...but anyway...

I made apple and cinnamon pancakes the other day for breakfast/lunch, for my parents.  My breakfast, their lunch.  Juline was over (picked her up to go down to Fabricland; later), and we all sat down to eat... ...the entire time my parents did nothing but bitch about Mason.  Mason plays too much D&D.  Mason plays too many video games.  Mason's computer games ruin the computer.  Mason doesn't do any homework.  Mason should get outside.  Mason should read, or go to work... Crikey it was awkward.  And never mind me, what about Juline, our guest, who had to sit there and listen?  ...Eff.

Anyway... so ends my rant.  There may be more to follow.

After the awesome food but terrible atmosphere that was breakfast, Juline and I headed down to Fabricland.  Rhonda says we can get stuff at sale prices if we just talk to her, even after the sale is over, which is great because my mom was working this weekend.  I'm almost ready to start building my dress.... pretty sure I have it all figured out, and I got to talk to Rhonda a bit.  Sadly, I'm going to have to build another crinoline.  But meh.  Excited anyway.

After Fabricland Juline and I went down to Walmart, then to Superstore to look at beads.  At Superstore we encountered Joanna, who works in cosmetics.  Somehow the two of them talked me into a free makeover... ...Crikey.

Anyway, twelve pounds of makeup later, I re-emerged, dropped Juline off and headed home.  Yes, I took photos before madly washing it all off and going to work.

Work was interesting.  Near the end of my shift I heard a rumour that Jim had been suspended, and because of this, had quit.  I couldn't believe it, and I really hoped it wasn't true, as he's about the only person I work with that makes me happy to go to work:
"Moooom, I don't wanna go to work!"
VS
"I get to work with Jim tonight!"

Turns out the rumour's only half true: he was suspended (rude to a customer or something...) but he didn't quit, which is good.  I didn't say anything to him when I saw him a couple days later; not a rumour person anyway, and it's none of my business.  He's probably got enough things annoying the hell out of him.

That night at work seemed to be full of symbols... I don't know why but it always feels special when matchbox twenty comes on the radio.  It's... weird.  It calms me.  I guess it comforts me because it's something very familiar, like walking into an old house - but this is better, because I can take it anywhere.

Saturday night (April fools!) I slept outside.  Got rained on in the morning, but it was fun.  I generally do it around this time of year.  Reminds me that I'm alive.

Applied for loads of scholarships recently... you know what would be nice?  If I won one.  Heh.  Actually, one of them was pretty interesting.  I had to write a short paragraph in french talking about the french immersion program.  I had Subra take a look at it to see how I was doing with the language (no dico, no verb book) and he said it was the least amount of mistakes he'd corrected all year.  ...Of course that doesn't bode well for my brother's class.

In Biology 11, everyone does an experiment where you grow bacteria in a little dish of agar (seaweed - bacteria food).  You need samples from three places you think are clean, and four that you think aren't.  One of the groups (Barry's) did my head.  I have very neat dread bacteria.  They made globby little yellow cultures in the petri dish.  I was very impressed.  I got to sit in on a bit of their Bi11 class... it was really fun.  I love biology.

Speaking of random schoolness, I have top marks in Chemistry and Physics; both surprise me.  In Physics (91%) I normally make loads of arithmetic errors, so... that'll soon catch up to me I'm sure, and Chem... ...I'm not sure where the hell my Chem mark is coming from.  Regularly I attest that I don't like Chemistry... I mean, in Bio and Physics I sit there going, "wow this is interesting".  I'm actively learning.  In Chemistry, I pay attention, but I'm not enthralled.  Somehow the knowledge is soaking into my brain.  97.4%  o.O

Last night I stayed up until 3:30 writing an essay... ...I can tell what I'm going to be like in university.  Either way.  Today in Physics I commented on this and Tyler, a kid who sits at my table, stared at me.  "How the hell do you stay up that late and still act all chipper?"  ...Don't really think of myself as chipper, but I'm never really grumpy... meh.  It was cool.

A girl named Breanna came to our kung-fu class last week on Barry's invitation.  Then today she came over to me and asked if she could poke my stomach to see if it's hard... ...yeah, those were pretty much her exact words.  Barry had been telling her about all our sit-ups or something.

This Thursday I'm participating in the 30 hours famine.  I don't eat for 30 hours, and you give me money to donate to WorldVision.  You can check out details here.  This year we're making the famine a school thing, so we get to stay overnight in the school... which of course means roleplay!  Bahahahaha!!

Aaand that's all I've got for now.  Time for sleep.

/mads

[mood]: dandy.
[music]: Great Big Sea: Turn
[msn]: Pirate: Entering monkhood January 3

(more of me preparing my mother for my BALDNESS!)

...I got my grad photos today... they did that retouch thing where they remove acne and etc... ...I feel like I'm looking at someone else.  It's weird.  I look like a doll.  I mean, I look good, and it's not as though acne = great, but... it's just... it's like, if I had lost an arm, and someone drew a portrait of me, with my arm back.  That missing arm is something that defines my character.  When people look back on that photo they're going to see someone different than who I am.  It's bothering me.  Otherwise the photos are nice though.  Here's another analogy which I used to explain the feeling to Erica and Justin:
... it's like, if you visited France, and it was a terrible day, and you took a picture of yourself outside or something, and then you brought it back and someone fixed it so that it looked nice outside.  Sure, it makes for a better photo, but the memory's gone.  It's just a piece of art.  It has no sentimental value.  The photo means nothing to me.  It preserves nothing.  It lies.

Speaking of photography, one of the plays we saw during the dramafest was really awesome... It was called "Cameras".  They did a really amazing job.  At most times the stage was occupied by these photographers, spinning circles around random people who would come on (dancers, stripper, person carrying roses) and telling us how they liked to take photos (the lighting, the lenses, the movement, etc).  A guy then came on with a white shirt and laid out a white blanket.  He sat down and pulled out a gun, then put it in his mouth.  The photographers were all ready, but then the stage darkened, and a girl in a dress came on the opposite side.  She said this really amazing monologue (personal congrats from the Madison), telling us about this car accident she'd seen.  "There were dozens of us, trying with our hands in the mud and rain to pry this person out of their car.  I looked back over my shoulder just as we got the door off to see a man standing about a thirty meters away, taking pictures."
There was a bit more of the monologue about how we should stop just watching things (thou shalt not stand idly by) and try helping people, and then she exitted.  There was a gunshot; the guy in the white shirt had shot himself.  The photographers were in a frenzy, and there was another blackout.  To top it off; a camera flash.  It was a brilliant piece of work, and they did a fantastic job.

So... today in English and Physics, I actually accomplished something - A DRAWING!!  OMFG!  So here is the piece in all its magnificence; click the thumnail (which likely shows little to no detail) to view a bigger version (ooh, aah!):

Aaaanyway.  I finished it at home, but started it in English and worked through Physics.  Actually, Physics drawing was interesting.  Graeme was watching over my shoulder the whole time, making comments.  Normally I hate that.  I hate when people watch me do anything... draw, write... anything.  It makes me feel like I need to be working to their standards or something... definitely "or something".  Anyway... it didn't bug me too much when Graeme did it, because he was more like my brother.  "Well that sucks" rather than "Wow Madi that's so good!"... can't stand the latter comment.  Anyway... it was funny, because he looked away for a bit, then looked back and completely changed his tone... apparently my drawing became "great" in those last few seconds before the bell rang.  Anyway.  Funny stuff.

Someone brought up the word "clipper" today... interesting word.  I like it.  It's piratey.  Also, I was thinking about "amen" recently... turns out it means, "so be it"... not sure why I was thinking about it.

Anyway, all I got for now.

/mads

[mood]: gurt.
[music]: none.
[msn]: Jannin: Smart thief?  Well damn.

Okay... a few random things to wirte about that I may have already talked about... nothing fantastic.  Some guy on tv was critiquing a scary movie and said that the characters weren't the usual "Horror movie chum".  I thought it was brilliant, because that's exactly what most characters in scary movies are; chum for the killer.  Heh.

Recent good song realisation: The Way by Fastball.  Makes me happy at work... makes me think of somewhere else.

...I apparently don't have much brain-stimulation at work... I was cleaning the oven the other day, and for some reason started feeling like I was a dentist working on some really huge mouth.  It was interesting at least... kept me entertained.

I remembered something today that Glenn did a while ago... probably wrote about it, but whatever.  I was whining that I could never think of any combos, and so he said, "Just remember the KISS rule; Keep It Simple Ssss...weetheart."  Heh heh heh.

Jim from work needs some holes dug for a fence... going to pay a couple friends and I   $12/hour.  I'm pretty excited... more exciting work than deli-ing, out in the air and etc.  Should be good for me.

Read a book recently called Brave New World by Aldous Huxley (or something close to that).  It's an interesting read, so I won't spoil it for anyone.  Well, maybe a little.  It's a futuristic novel where the entire population of the world is in a caste system, and you wear colours according to your caste.  Alpha, Beta, Delta, Epsilon and Gamma.  The Epsilons and Gammas can't read/write and pretty much have only motor-type functions; they do the menial work that normally, no one wants to.  After I finished reading it I kept looking at people and putting them into their respective "castes"... I can tell already that there are going to be a thousand "epsilon" jokes...

So we got our final exam marks back... might have written about this already too.  I got 92% on Biology (ow) and 88% in Math (woot!!!!).  Erica kicked my ass in Bio: 95%.  But meh.  Kept my A in Math.

I keep reminding my mom that I'm going to shave my head (January 3, 2007, by the way).  She keeps getting freaked out, but meh.  I'm excited... can't wait to run my hands over my naked skull.  Beh heh heh.  I'll probably hate it but OH WELL!!

...was watching Scrubs the other day on the telly (that's right, I watched some tv!).  It's a pretty awesome show, but either way, they were doing surgery and insulting one another at the same time, so, after making a rather good burn, one of the doctors held up his hand and said, "Sterile high-five!" ... He and his friend "high-fived" without touching each other's gloved hand.  It was awesome.  Definitely something I would do.

Recently I've been thinking about Harry Potter... I miss reading.

"Bee in your bonnet, Harry Potter?"

Blarg.

Today we had a pretty awesome moment in Chemistry:
Sean: Myles, you're wrong.  In fact there's a list of how many times you've been wrong today.
Me: Can I see the list Sean?
Sean: No, Madison I'm afraid you can't.
Myles: Can I see it?
Sean: No.
Me: Ooh.  Let's call it Seanler's list.
Noor: Dude!  It'll be like Schindler's list, except not!
Myles and I exchanged glances.
Myles: Whoa!  I hadn't even thought of that!  It really is just like Schindler's list!
Me: No kidding!  I totally hadn't intended that!
Meanwhile, Sean is laughing his ass off... he cracks too easily.
Noor: Man, I'm so smart!  Ha, Seanler.
After several minutes, we explain our sarcasm to Noor.
Noor: Oh man, I'm so stupid!  I never get sarcasm, seriously!
Sean/Madi: Really? [sarcastic tone quite blatant]

It was hilarious.  A flashback to last year where Sean and I spent our Drafting hours harassing Matt Hanni, who also couldn't follow sarcasm.  It's almost a sport.

Speaking of Sean, I cut up his N today with a pair of dissection scissors, and put it on the back of his van like a mosaic.  Still awaiting a reaction; I told Adam to tell him, "Sorry about your N."  Heh.

At least no one will take the time/effort to steal it now.

/mads