[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