[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...